After a while of urging, Ling Feng came to a high platform. The decoration here was even more luxurious and exquisite than that in the castle hall. It seemed that it was specially designed to enshrine such a sacred instrument.
Sacred vessel, Qionghuang.
When Ling Feng entered his eyes, an emerald-colored stream of light shone on the high platform, and a sense of sacredness arose spontaneously. He approached it personally, as if he could feel its soul. It was not just a sacred weapon, but it seemed to be alive.
Real and smart.
Invisibly, Ling Feng developed a spiritual connection with him.
Ling Feng held Qionghuang in his hands and couldn't help but sigh that this sacred vessel was truly extraordinary. It was exquisite and clear, ingenious and meticulous. It felt heavy in his hand and felt cool and smooth when touched carefully. This was not like putting it on the table.
Thousands of years old objects.
But this flute doesn’t look like a flute, and the flute doesn’t look like a flute. How do you play it? What a weird design. There are six symmetrical sound holes on both sides of the instrument. The internal space cannot be seen. There is only a small hole on one side, which seems to be
Blow mouth.
Seeing this scene, Ling Feng was still struggling.
Blow horizontally or vertically? Blow forward or backward?
At this time, a voice came from behind, as if he couldn't wait any longer: "Brother Lingfeng, drop blood on that Qionghuang. This Qionghuang has spirituality and recognizes its master. If he doesn't recognize you, even if he blows
Can't make any sound."
Is there such a thing?
Lingfeng didn't care, he bit off his finger and dropped it on Qionghuang. Suddenly, Qionghuang's whole body emitted an emerald light, and the blood was continuously absorbed into it.
"It's amazing!" Ling Feng looked like he was demented when he saw this scene.
"There's something going on!" Wang Lei leaned closer, holding his breath and concentrating.
At this moment, a distant and clear voice sounded in Ling Feng's mind, which seemed to be a long chant from the distant sky:
"Here comes another interesting boy. Hello, boy, what's your name?"
Ling Feng was frightened, hugged Qiong Huang tightly in his arms, looked around nervously, and asked nervously: "Who is talking?"
Everyone who was asked looked at each other, shook their heads, and responded: "No."
"Stop shouting, I'm communicating with you in your consciousness, and they can't hear me."
"Ah? Are you alive?" Ling Feng still yelled strangely.
The people below were even more confused, looking at Ling Feng and wondering what he was talking to himself.
"Just talk in your head!" Qiong Huang gradually became angry. What's going on with this stupid boy? He has such a stupid head!
"Are you~ inside this instrument?" Ling Feng approached Qiong Huang in a low voice and looked into the sound hole with one eye. The people behind him thought Ling Feng was crazy and didn't know what he was doing.
Qiong Huang had already compromised and was completely subdued by a silly and innocent boy like Ling Feng. It seemed that he didn't know how to communicate with his spiritual consciousness at all!
How come there are still people like this in what age?
"Okay, okay, stop looking. Whatever I say next, just nod or shake your head. You don't need to speak. Do you understand?" Qiong Huang was quite helpless. If he wanted Ling Feng to do this again
If you continue to talk to him, your IQ will also decrease.
Ling Feng was also obedient and nodded.
Qiong Huang began to ask him: "Are you a member of the Giant Spirit Clan?"
Ling Feng shook his head.
Qiong Huang felt a little strange. If not, why was this boy's soul so pure? He could actually have a soul connection with him. So he asked again: "You want to try to see if you can play this instrument, right?"
Ling Feng nodded sharply, his eyes shining.
Qiong Huang suddenly became arrogant and put on a posture: "To tell you the truth, if you want to play this Qiong Huang, you must get my approval, otherwise it will be useless if you can play it!"
"Why?" Ling Feng asked with a bitter look on his face.
"Because I am the one who created this spiritual weapon. Before I died, I used secret techniques to seal my soul in this palace. Only those with pure souls and no distracting thoughts can communicate with me. Boy,
You can actually wake me up, which shows that you are not ordinary. Come on, tell me your sincerity."
Qiong Huang's words made Ling Feng understand, but he didn't know how to impress Qiong Huang. He just told the truth what he was thinking: "I have an agreement with my friend to see if I can make this happen."
Qionghuang plays."
When Qiong Huang heard this, he almost lost his breath and fainted. After all, he also has a sacred instrument that has been passed down for thousands of years, so he came to him to play because of an agreement?
"Boy, you have no manners at all! Not to mention eradicating all the evil spirits in the world and becoming a great sage, you can tell me your experience and impress me! Otherwise, how can I trust you?" Qiong Huang
Somewhat anxious, he scolded Ling Feng.
"A great sage? I don't have such lofty ambitions. As for my experience, I can tell you about it." Ling Feng felt a little emotional. He closed his eyes and recalled the painful memories vividly in his mind.
After a while, Qiong Huang saw that he had read all these fragmented memories. Even with his thousands of years of experience, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. He also met some people who once had great ambitions, but after so much despair, they finally changed.
I have realized my original intention. This little guy Ling Feng has endured all this at such a young age, but why hasn't he stirred up any waves in his heart?
"Boy, why don't you feel any sadness?" Qiong Huang asked very seriously.
"Because I have been saved by him."
Qiankun's figure appeared in Lingfeng's mind, and his heart was suddenly covered with warmth.
"So all the sadness should not have started before he appeared. I mean, all the joy, anger and sorrow after that should be above him."
"When everything in this world seemed to be a stranger to me, he stood by my side, so I should do something for him. Although I can't be a great sage, I can help him become one.
Great Sage, Senior, I am dull in qualifications and short in cultivation, so please help me." After saying these, Ling Feng smiled brightly, which was considered his truest thought.
Qiong Huang looked a little surprised after hearing this, but was also touched by Ling Feng's words.
"Is he so worthy of you treating him like this? Do you think it is worth it? Maybe in the end, he may change his mind or abandon you. At that time, will you still retain your original intention? You always treat others blindly like this
When you give, do you expect others to miss you?" Qiong Huang asked, pressing hard to find out Ling Feng's true thoughts.
"It's worth it, of course it's worth it. I was born with a humble life. If I can exert a little light and heat, it would be a blessing. As for my efforts, it may be in vain, but I don't care." Ling Feng answered firmly and calmly.
, smiled happily.
Qiong Huang got this answer and finally nodded with satisfaction.