Although it was gloomy in the morning, it didn't rain. But after breakfast, big raindrops fell like cut-off pearls, pattering down and making a hole when they hit the ground.

  Look at the sky, it's impossible to go to Qu Ting Mountain for cultivation. The spiritual energy below is not better than the mountain, so Tang Feng didn't waste the Baoling Dan and sat on the bed cultivating the second layer of Wu Chang Jue.

  Just broke through yesterday, Tang Feng naturally didn't dare to slack off and wanted to solidify his current strength as soon as possible.

  After a brief moment of cultivation, the sound of three women's soft and gentle voices could be heard from the edge of his ear, chirping like a hundred birds singing.

  They say one woman is equal to five hundred ducks, but there are actually fifteen hundred ducks quacking non-stop around Tang Feng's ears.

  The Wanyu Pavilion was just that big, and their voices were extremely penetrating. Tang Feng couldn't help but listen even if he wanted to ignore them. If it had been just this, Tang Feng could have endured it, but after a while, the sounds of guqin and yaqin drifted over, and they actually started singing and playing on the spot.

  What can be tolerated and what cannot, Uncle can tolerate but Aunt cannot! Tang Feng's anger rose from the bottom of his heart, evil thoughts emerged from his gallbladder, and he prepared to go find the three women to settle accounts.

  With one kick, he kicked open their door, Tang Feng stood tall and proud, his voice low and stern as he shouted: "You..."

  Meng'er jumped up as soon as she saw Tang Feng, walked over to grab his hand and pulled him into the house, happily saying: "I said that Feng Shao would come when he heard the sound. He used to like guzheng and yaoqin very much, and his singing was especially good. The residual sound lingered for three days, every time it made those sisters surrender, several people praised his voice without stopping."

  Tang Feng said: "I..."

  Bao'er clapped her hands and cheered: "Yes, yes! As soon as Feng Shao hears the sound of a musical instrument, he can't help but sing and dance. His singing is more feminine than a woman's, and his dancing is also incredibly beautiful. It's been a long time since we've heard Feng Shao sing or seen him dance. I and Meng'er are really missing it." After finishing speaking, she blinked her big eyes at Tang Feng.

  Tang Feng: "This..."

  Bai Xiaoleng also suppressed his smile and chimed in, "Are you saying you can't sing? As far as I know, your singing voice and dance moves are unparalleled. It's a rare opportunity to appreciate them, so please don't be modest. Remember, excessive humility is just hypocrisy." Then he stared straight at Tang Feng with both eyes wide open.

  Meng'er shook Tang Feng's big hand and coquettishly said: "Feng Shao, you come too!"

  Tang Feng couldn't help but laugh and cry, thinking to himself: "You guys are using a combination of intimidation and seduction on me! I've only spoken a few words since entering the door, and you're already ganging up on me, pushing me onto the dock, and tying me to the pirate ship."

  In the past, Tang Feng was a pseudo-girly man who naturally had some research on music theory. However, his singing wasn't as wonderful as Bao'er and Meng'er's praise. In the past, when Tang Feng sang, everyone would get goosebumps. Although the two girls praised Tang Feng in words, they were actually making fun of him behind his back, wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

  It's obvious that this is White Xiaoleng's doing, the two girls are so pure and kind, they wouldn't intentionally try to make Tang Feng lose face. Only White Xiaoleng, who has been losing to Tang Feng in every aspect these days, would want to regain some dignity.

  Thinking of this, Tang Feng also felt it was necessary to tidy up his image in front of everyone. Whatever he used to be like, he didn't care, but now he couldn't let people imagine him as a sissy anymore.

  "Good!" Tang Feng's face sank like a deep pool, and he slapped his thigh. "Today, let you witness the power of this young master!"

  After finishing, he pinched his throat with his hand and let out a long "ahhhhhh".

  Bao'er and Meng'er were delighted to see the commotion, clapping and cheering on the sidelines. Meanwhile, Bai Xiaolou watched Tang Feng with a sly smile spreading across his face, clearly pleased with himself for having orchestrated the chaos.

  Bao'er turned around and sat in front of the guqin, softly saying: "Feng Shao, you just sing, I'll accompany you!"

  Tang Feng nodded, turned around and gazed at the torrential rain pouring down from the sky, after a moment of contemplation, a sonorous, powerful and melancholic song suddenly burst forth.

  The rivers and lakes smile, debts of gratitude and resentment are settled, people pass each other by, smiles hide knives.

  The world laughs, laughing quietly, heart too high, can't reach.

  As soon as the song came out, Bai Xiaolou's expression changed from being ready to watch a joke to becoming solemn. She really didn't expect that someone like Tang Feng, who looked weak and frail, could sing such a sorrowful song. Bao'er listened intently for a moment, then gently plucked the strings of her guqin, and the elegant and ancient sound instantly resonated, perfectly matching the melody of Tang Feng's song.

  The bright moon shines, the road is long and winding, people will grow old, but their hearts will remain young.

  Can't love you, can't let go of you, can't forget your kindness.

  In the midst of loneliness, infinite tenderness shines through, stirring the deepest strings of the heart. Before each person's eyes, a canvas seems to unfold, depicting an unfulfilled hero galloping across the land on horseback, all for the sake of his most beloved woman.

  What seems like flowers is not flowers, what seems like mist is not mist; the flowing river water cannot be detained.

  A heroic spirit with grand ambitions and unyielding pride, it turns out heroes are lonely.

  Bai Xiao's heart suddenly felt a pang of sourness, almost bringing tears to her eyes. Looking at Tang Feng's not-so-broad back, she seemed to see the loneliest person in the world.

  What are you lonely about? In terms of family affection, you have your Baobao and Mengmeng by your side, and there is also a aunt who takes care of you with all her heart.

  As for the qualifications, you have already possessed your own Gang Xin in the refining of one product. In the future, this vast land will be your garden where you can gallop freely. What are you lonely about? Why does this magnificent and heroic song voice always reveal a melancholy that makes people's hearts ache?

  Rivers and lakes smile, love is carefree, either zither or flute, wine comes pouring.

  Look up at the sky and laugh, forget everything, carefree as the wind blows gently!

  The sonorous song pierced through the obstruction of space and was transmitted far away. Outside the Smoke Willow Pavilion, a woman in white clothes, slender and elegant, held a yellow umbrella, standing quietly in the rain, her beautiful eyes gazing in the direction of the pavilion. The wind blew and the rain hit around her, but no matter what, it couldn't cover up this desolate and melancholic song.

  No one knew how long she had been standing there until the singing gradually faded away, and she came out of that state of mind, lowering her head and muttering: "I didn't expect him to be able to sing such a good song, could it be that I misjudged him before?"

  Behind her came the sound of footsteps, and a gentle voice asked: "Mo Yaotou, what are you standing here for?"

  Mo Liu Su turned around to see Lin Ruoyu smiling and standing beside him, his face involuntarily flushing red as he said softly, "Master, I just returned from the pharmacy."

  "Oh, it's raining heavily outside, don't get your clothes wet." Lin Ruoyan lovingly helped Mo Liushu tidy up his hair that had been splashed with rainwater.

  "What do you want to do, Master?"

  "Haven't seen the wind for several days, today I'm taking advantage of the rainy day to come and see him, do you want to go together?"

  "No." Mo Liu Su said: "The disciple wants to go back and cultivate."

  "Alright." Lin Ruoyu nodded, "You've just been promoted to the Yellow Stage not long ago, now you should focus on consolidating your cultivation."

  "Master, you go ahead, I'll take my leave first." Mo Liu Su bowed and left the Smoke Willow Pavilion with his umbrella.