The night was dark and quiet, and a whimpering and sad flute sounded, like crying and complaining, and the blowing was even more desolate in the cold night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The sound of the flute blows farther and farther away with the breeze, full of parting sadness, as if it is about to be separated from the lovers who share life and death.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees were mixed, and a young man in brown clothes stood quietly beside the tree, playing the flute alone, the cold wind was cold, and the depression was extraordinarily gloomy.

"The skill is closer to the way!" Yu Xiao, who was hidden on the side, listened to the sound of the young man in brown clothes, and couldn't help but admire, she usually boasted that she was a master in the flute, but now compared with this young man, it is much inferior.

Long Yunfeng smiled slightly, if it is only about the skills of Xiao, Yu Xiao is actually not much better than the young man in brown, but he is much worse in terms of care.

The young man in brown is born of love, and his affection is placed in the flute, and the sound of the flute conveys the voice of his soul, the inseparable love of life and death, the longing of the liver and intestines, the reluctance to force separation, the sorrow that is inseparable, and the thousands of miles of lovesickness and thousands of drops of blood.

A red dragon suddenly flew towards this side, flashing with brilliance, turning into a beautiful woman in red, dignified and gentle.

"Yingcai. ”

The young man in brown showed joy on his face, ran over and hugged Yingcai in his arms.

"Xiangzi. Yingcai whispered, also excited, and hugged the brown-clothed young man with both hands.

Could it be that it is Han Xiangzi in the middle of the Eight Immortals? Long Yunfeng secretly said in his heart, born with immortal bones, although he is a mortal, he has the body of a half-immortal, and it is related to the East China Sea, and nine times out of ten it is this Han Xiangzi.

According to legend, Han Xiangzi among the Eight Immortals once had a relationship with the Dragon Girl of the East China Sea, but in the end, it didn't happen, and the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, as if they were taking elixir and saving the people.

It's just that Han Xiangzi is not the nephew of Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty?

Today's Eight Immortals seem to be the only two people, Tie Guan Li and Han Zhongli!

Long Yunfeng didn't know that because of the appearance of his abrupt Heaven Destroyer, there had been a certain change in the operation of the Heavenly Dao, and the plague in the East China Sea should not have appeared at this time, but this epidemic appeared, so the Eight Immortals, as the key to solving the epidemic, would inevitably appear.

So now the Eight Immortals have appeared in advance, and Han Xiangzi in front of Long Yunfeng is the only Eight Immortals who have not yet returned to their throne at this moment.

But Han Xiangzi and Yingcai are a romantic and poignant love between people and dragons, Yingcai, who first came to the world to play, met Han Xiangzi by chance, and was immediately moved by Han Xiangzi's talent and gentleness, and quickly fell in love with Han Xiangzi.

Han Xiangzi also fell in love with Yingcai in the knowledge and gifts, and the two fell in love and loved each other.

It's just that although the dragon clan is not bound by too many heavenly rules, it still won't allow the people of the dragon clan to marry the human race. If it's a man, it's fine, after all, dragon men are amorous and merciful, and it's common for them to be uncontrollable for a while, as long as they don't bring it back, it's fine. But women can't, and they have the slightest connection with Terran men.

Especially at this moment, Ao Guang wants to win over Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea, and the beautiful Yingcai naturally becomes a tool for Ao Guang's marriage.

Knowing what happened to Yingcai and Han Xiangzi, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, was suddenly furious and forcibly took Yingcai away.

Han Xiangzi traveled thousands of miles to the East China Sea, but only got the news that his sweetheart was going to marry someone else.

Holding her beloved, feeling the warmth in his arms, two lines of tears of pain flowed down her bright and beautiful cheeks, she loved him, but she could never be with him, otherwise it would only hurt him.

"Yingcai. Sensing Yingcai's tears, Han Xiangzi looked at Yingcai with worry and pity.

Yingcai forcibly withdrew the tears in her eyes and gently pushed Han Xiangzi away, Han Xiangzi looked puzzled and looked at Yingcai in surprise.

"Xiangzi, today's meeting is the last meeting between you and me, after tonight, you will forget about me!" Yingcai turned her head a little resolutely.

Han Xiangzi trembled, as if he had been thundered, looked at Yingcai in disbelief, and closed his eyes in pain and despair.

"In the future, will I never see you again?" said Han Xiangzi's tone trembled a little. He didn't ask "why", let alone blame Yingcai.

"Hmm. Yingcai gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously, her face was painful, and the tears that had accumulated in her eyes could barely be suppressed.

The corners of Han Xiangzi's eyes were moist, a few tears fell, and he stretched out his hand to hug Yingcai vigorously, hugging the person he loved, the person he could protect with his life.

Han Xiangzi has never been so miserable as he is today, he has complained about himself, he hates his incompetence so much, watching the woman he loves throw into the arms of others, and he can't do anything about it.

Han Xiangzi roared like a beast, venting the sadness in his heart, but in the end he held back, endured the pain in his heart, but there was a trace of blood flowing from his tightly clenched fists.

The silent pain is far more than the pain of the roar, because the roar means that you will still vent, and the silence is the depression, the depression of the dead silence, the numbness of heartbreak.

The tears that Yingcai had accumulated in her eyes finally burst out of her eyes, hugging Han Xiangzi uncontrollably, her clean face was full of rain, she hated herself so much why she was the princess of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, why couldn't she be just an ordinary mortal girl?

If she had a choice, she would rather give up everything, give up the identity of the dragon clan, give up the long life of the dragon clan, and give up the mana of the dragon clan.

It's just that she never had a choice, because she was not given the right to choose at all.

The iron fan on the side was infected by the sorrow and resentment of this separation, and couldn't help but clench Long Yunfeng's hand.

Long Yunfeng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and hugged the iron fan in his arms, in this life, no one can separate you and me.

As if he felt what Long Yunfeng was thinking, a charming smile of peace of mind appeared on the iron fan's face.

Seeing all this in his eyes, a trace of imperceptible envy and resentment flashed in his eyes.

Ling'er's big watery eyes were full of tears early, and the tears kept flowing down.

After a while, Han Xiangzi and Yingcai, who were embracing each other, reluctantly separated.

"Xiangzi, I know that you have always wanted a good flute, this is what I refined with the thousand-year-old black spotted bamboo in the East China Sea, the quality is high, I believe that one day, you will become a great musician for centuries. Yingcai showed a sad and poignant smile, took out a black bamboo flute in her hand and handed it to Han Xiangzi.

Han Xiangzi stretched out his hand to take the bamboo flute, but there was no joy and excitement in his heart, even if I can create a song that will last for centuries, if it is not accompanied by your piano sound, what is the point?

"Xiangzi, can you play another song for me, can you let me listen to your song again?" Yingcai said suddenly.

"Hmm. Han Xiangzi nodded, if you want to hear it, no matter when and where, I will blow it for you.

The sound of the flute rises again, tactful and poignant, just like the love of the two, even if they know each other and fall in love, they do not hesitate to moths to fight the fire, but they still end without a problem.

No matter how long the song is, there is an end to it, and when the song ends, Han Xiangzi and Yingcai look at each other quietly, indifferent, whether it is Yingcai or Han Xiangzi, they know that the moment this song ends, it is the moment when the two are completely separated.

"Forget me!" Yingcai kissed Han Xiangzi lightly at the corner of his mouth, turning into a red dragon and driving away.

Han Xiangzi closed his eyes in pain and despair, and stood there blankly, like an empty shell.