Chapter 311 The Flute and the Boy

An hour ago, not long after Yun Sheng went to town.

Yun Canglang had just settled down the residence of the hunters. Seeing that Yun Sheng hadn't returned, he discussed with Zhou Quan whether he should go to the nearest garrison of Marquis Weiyuan to inquire about news.

After the Yun family army withdrew, Wei Yuanhou took the opportunity to ask the Great Zhou Emperor for orders, and asked for an errand here for his nephew.

When Yun Canglang was discussing with Zhou Quan, he suddenly heard a burst of beautiful music coming from the street.

When he heard the burst of music, Yun Canglang felt his whole body tremble.

A name that had been hidden in his heart and had not been mentioned for a long time broke into his mind.

Shakespeare.

That was the first time he and Shahua met, Yuan Shahua played a piece of music for him in order to repay his life-saving grace.

Ever since his hand became disabled, Yun Canglang had never touched a musical instrument again.

At the same time, he also kept his longing for Yuansha's paintings deep in his heart.

In order to sever his friendship with Yuan Shahua, he kept thinking about Yuan Shahua's deception to him back then, and Yuan Shahua might have been married as a woman long ago.

But all of this was instantly shattered when the music was heard.

He couldn't help but look back, looking for that familiar figure, which at the same time caused him pain.

Among the crowded crowd, he couldn't find Yuansha's paintings.

The music brought him along, and he couldn't help taking steps. He didn't even have time to say hello to Zhou Quan and the others before leaving Nanya Town.

That burst of music led him all the way forward, and Yun Canglang also left Nanya Town.

Yun Canglang didn't ride a horse, he just walked along the road outside Nanya Town.

Yun Canglang has such strong feet, he walked all the way, and before he knew it, he had already left Nanya Town and arrived at a hillside.

At the end of the plain is Nanfeng City.

Until he entered this cemetery.

Yun Canglang stood on the hillside with his hands behind his back, looking at Nanfeng City in the distance.

Unconsciously, his memory drifted back to the scene when he and Yuan Shahua met eight or nine years ago.

Thinking of Yi Ren's frowns and smiles when he played the piano, and the situation when the two met for the first time, Yun Canglang said bitterly to himself.

"Sha Hua, how have you been all these years? You should have been married for many years," Yun Canglang sighed.

With difficulty, he walked down the hillside.

On the opposite side of the hillside is an endless plain.

The border is located in the southeast, and the plants in this area are very lush, but this plain is the only one that looks very bleak.

On the plain, there are no trees, only tombstones. This is the burial place of the Yun family army. Those who were once Yun Canglang's closest comrades-in-arms all lie here.

In the ear, there was a ray of flute sound.

The sound of the flute was high and then low, and Yun Canglang, who was immersed in his memory, was completely unconscious.

In his mind, a scene suddenly appeared.

On the battlefield, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and countless soldiers fell one by one.

"General, brothers are covering you, leave quickly,"

"General, take my body back to Yujing and give it to my wife,"

"General --- let's go!"

The sound of the flute changed suddenly, from high to low, and the sound seemed to be crying.

In the ears, there seemed to be galloping horseshoes, and there seemed to be continuous horns, Yun Canglang's eyes were blurred.

Memories came overwhelmingly, and the original beautiful music suddenly changed again.

Yun Canglang, who had been caught in the flute sound and couldn't help himself, howled in pain and knelt down.

In the cemetery, there was already a silver-robed man standing, his appearance was beyond dust.

If Yun Canglang looked carefully, he would find that the man was eight or nine percent similar to Yuan Shahua, and this man was Yuan Shahua's younger brother, Yuan Bupo.

Yuan Bupo looked at Yun Canglang from a distance, seeing him holding his head in his hands, he was in great pain, and his hands really recovered.

The pain he brought to his sister, he will repay twice as much today.

Yuan Bupo held a purple jade flute in his hand, the shape of the flute was very special, his plump lips were pressed against the purple flute, and music kept flowing out from under his lips.

The sixth chapter of Emperor Hong, the song of life and death, can bring out the darkest side of the heart and make people immerse themselves in the painful memories of the past.

Yun Canglang was completely immersed in it, and there was only endless death in his eyes.

Yuan Shahua left resolutely, and the brothers of the Yun family army fell one by one, and all this was because of him, the result of his disobedience to Emperor Hongcheng.

"Let my sister's pain be completely cut off," Yuan Bupo's flute changed again, and just as he was about to kill Yun Canglang amidst the music, two figures came from the other side.

"It's General Yun!" Huang Que and Yun Sheng were also surprised when they saw Yun Canglang who loved pain like a trapped animal in the cemetery.

At the same time, they also noticed the man standing in the cemetery.

The purple jade flute in the man's hand, the sound of the flute was the source of Yun Canglang's pain.

Yun Sheng and Huang Que tried to get closer, but when they got closer, they found it difficult to move an inch.

The two of them were only a hundred steps away from Yun Canglang, but they couldn't move even a single step.

There seemed to be an extra wall ahead, and the two of them could not pass through that wall.

This wall is very special, it is not formed by the condensation of magical elements, nor is it a wall of vindictiveness.

"It's the sound wave wall, this person must be from Emperor Hongcheng," Yun Sheng didn't know what the young man's intention was, and he didn't look at the two of them directly, as if he didn't take them seriously at all.

"What should I do? The general looks in pain?" Huang Que looked anxious.

"Yellow Bird, try to play Emperor Hong's song." When Yun Sheng went out with Yellow Bird, he already had a premonition that Yun Canglang's sudden departure might be related to Emperor Hongcheng.

It's just that she couldn't be sure whether the person who came was related to Yuan Sha's painting or Xuan Wuji.

This man was obviously torturing Yun Canglang, but he didn't seem to really intend to kill Yun Canglang.

Otherwise, during the period just now, when Yun Canglang lost his ability to control himself, he had plenty of opportunities to kill Yun Canglang.

Huang Que nodded. Ever since she learned Dihong's song, she has been studying hard and practicing hard, and now she has comprehended the second chapter of Dihong.

The weapon she chose was also very special, that is, the bone piano left by her mother.

Huang Que took off the bone qin on her back, tuned and plucked the strings, and plucked the strings with her slender fingers.

The strings groaned softly, and the sound of the zither sounded like a stream after a spring rain.

Emperor Hongge?

After Yuan Bupo in the cemetery heard that familiar piece of music, he raised his sword eyebrows, feeling a little more contemptuous in his heart.

At the same time, there was a bit of resentment towards Yuansha's painting in her heart, the elder sister really fell in love with Yun Canglang, and even taught Di Hongge to others.

It's a pity, how could these ordinary people who were born outside the Emperor Hongcheng understand the true meaning of Emperor Hongge.

Today, let him, Yuan Bupo let these ordinary people really see what the real Di Hongge is.