Chu Xuanye only felt that he had suffered billions of damage. He... was too difficult!

Isn’t the Gu family’s poisonous tongue really passed down from the ancestors?!

The sunset is setting, and the golden clouds in the sky reflect the entire sky. The rays of clouds are radiant and distant. Between the layers of golden clouds, there seems to be a mysterious palace slowly opening, which makes people unable to help but peek at them with the dazzling light.

Under the golden clouds, cheerful laughter came from the small tea shop, and the clear laughter of the young men seemed to bring vitality to the early spring when the ice and snow were just melting.

Until the sun set, everyone returned one after another. Yun Qingyu and the other two returned to the courtyard where they lived.

The sky tonight is particularly clear and clear, with cloudlessness, and this moon is empty. The silver-white moonlight leaks from the dense branches and leaves, and mottled images are reflected on the stone table.

Gu Ling played with the green bamboo flute with both hands, leaning gently against the pear blossom tree beside the stone table, with a tall figure, cold and elegant appearance. The evening breeze blows his bamboo green robe with a little coldness, and blows off some pear blossoms.

In this early snowy early spring, he stood under the pear blossom tree and gently blew the bamboo flute. The sound of the flute was long and long, and the young man was free and carefree.

Chu Xuanye put his hands on Gu Ling's shoulders a little bored, and his whole head was placed on it. He looked at Gu Ling's cold face up close, and his pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with smiles.

Feng Yu and Yun Qingyu sat on the stone bench next to the stone table.

Feng Yu was dressed in white, like a banished immortal, and under the moonlight, his face seemed to be quiet and light. He held a delicate tea cup in his hand, and the tea smoke curled up, which was in line with the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms.

Yun Qingyu wore a light blue gauze dress, which was clear and elegant, and the fairy was beautiful. She supported her delicate and beautiful face in one hand, and looked at Feng Yu opposite her with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

At this time, Gu Ling's flute sound stopped. He put away the green jade bamboo flute and looked at Yun Qingyu and Feng Yu. His voice was cold and it made people feel unspeakable: "Yu, when did you learn the imperial voice?"

Chu Xuanye's smile also calmed down a little, and he followed Gu Ling to sit next to the stone table.

Feng Yu gently put down the teacup, looked at the eyes of his long-time close friends and brothers, and said lightly: "Something happened during this period. Some things have not been able to tell you yet."

Gu Ling still looked at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu said, "You all know that Jiuqu Lianshang comes from the Jiuxiao Divine Realm."

Gu Ling and Chu Xuanye nodded.

"I once thought about why it was me, but later I realized that it was because of my identity. My mother was the one who left the twelve holy weapons on the Yinluo Continent ten thousand years ago, the goddess of Yinxi." Feng Yu said directly without turning around.

"Goddess of Silver XI!"

Chu Xuanye and Gu Ling were both a little confused.

For a moment, they felt that Feng Yu was very far away, but clearly and very close.

Gu Ling was a little confused: "Who are you?"

Feng Yu smiled in his eyes: "I am Feng Yu, from beginning to end."

For a moment, Gu Ling felt a clear and clear look in front of her. Her cold eyes gradually focused on Feng Yu. He nodded gently. Feng Yu was still Feng Yu, but her life experience had more stories. As long as he was still him, she was still a childhood friend who had played with them since childhood, and was still a partner who struggled and chased together. That was enough.

"My goodness, I have to digest it. Feng Yu, you are actually the son of the goddess Yin Xi." Chu Xuanye felt a little confused.
Chapter completed!