(The next chapter will be around 1:30, all book friends go to dinner first... Today is Monday, I wish all my fellow students a happy new week) Mengtian has been thinking about it all day today.

The matter of the Holy Scroll of Creation.

The Holy Scroll of Creation is known as the Book of Creation. He originally thought that there were only two volumes, but he did not expect that there were ten volumes. In other words, this is still a fragment and cannot be regarded as complete.

When Mengtian matched these ten volumes, he couldn't help but think of the ten reincarnations. Is it possible that this holy scroll of creation has something to do with the ten reincarnations? What does the creation god who created him have to do with the ten reincarnations?

?

Mengtian thought about this matter for a whole day, but he didn't get any answer. In desperation, Mengtian had to stop thinking and climbed to the roof.

Looking at the exceptionally bright moon today, how many times in life can I appreciate that kind of softness?

Murong Qingyu brought a pot of wine and a dish. It was rare that she was so kind today, and Mengtian was also a little surprised.

"Don't think too much, I just saw that you haven't eaten all day, and I'm afraid you'll starve to death." Murong Qingyu looked at Mengtian's strange eyes, stuffed the plate into Mengtian's arms, defended herself, and then stood aside

Sat down.

"Today, is that old man really Lord Xuanhuang?"

Murong Qingyu asked inexplicably, then turned her head and blinked twice with her beautiful big eyes.

"Huh? I don't know either." Mengtian took a sip of wine. The wine in the Devil's City is strong enough, and it also has a strong fragrance, which makes people like it unconsciously.

"Oh..." Murong Qingyu turned her head again and looked at the bright moon in the sky in ecstasy.

"Can you play Xiao again? I want to hear..."

For some reason, Murong Qingyu asked this question inexplicably even for himself. When he found out, it was already too late.

But Murong Qingyu did not defend herself, but looked at Mengtian who was eating.

"Play the flute..." Mengtian looked at the moonlight and then at the beauty beside him, but he smiled knowingly.

"How many times in one's life can such a beautiful scene be accompanied by a beautiful woman, cooking wine and enjoying the moonlight? What's the harm in singing a song for her?"

Mengtian put down the wine bottle in his hand, and then took out a jade flute from the Yin and Yang Ring. First he tried the sound, and then the melodious flute sound spread throughout the city along with the breeze.

This time, the sound of Mengtian's flute is no longer a feeling of loneliness. Instead, there is a sense of pleasure in the company of a beautiful woman, and a feeling of hope and strength. The melodious flute sound sometimes slows down and sometimes speeds up, giving people a graceful feeling.

Feeling, it is indeed food for the ears.

Murong Qingyu gently shook her body and fell into a wonderful fantasy.

At this moment, she didn't seem to find Mengtian so annoying anymore. The young man in front of her seemed to be wearing an elegant coat at this moment.

The figure playing the flute under the moon looks so dreamy and full of beauty under the moonlight.

Accompanied by the cheerful and long flute sound, Murong Qingyu started to sing along softly.

"No matter how confusing the road ahead is, don't give up. The invisible front, the place covered by the fog, is your hope of leaving. Only in the sky behind the fog will the sun rise, and the rainbow will not shine without the wind and rain...

On this road, with your company, I believe I will never be sad. Even if you are alone, don't leave any regrets or be sad...Stand up your chest, the road to the sky is at your feet, open your eyes and see

Clear your direction and never let your heart get confused..."

The song has not ended yet, and people are looking at each other in vain.

Mengtian's figure had already arrived on the pavilion, looking into the distance.

"Why don't you blow?" Murong Qingyu was immersed in wonderful fantasy, but when Xiao Yin fell, there was a hint of emptiness.

"How do you know the meaning of Xiaoyin?"

Mengtian's Xiao song was composed by Nuo Mozhu. She made it based on the style on earth, but it was changed to Xiao song by Mengtian.

But now Mengtian actually heard the lyrics of the song from another person and sang it out, so he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"I've also learned music... Didn't I tell you before, I'm a very talented girl, hum! Don't delay, play quickly..."

Mengtian looked at Murong Qingyu and couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that this girl's musical talent was so strong. If she could choose to enter martial arts with music, she might be able to develop her own lineage. For no other reason,

It’s because of her talent for listening and speaking.

Smiling and shaking his head, Mengtian put the jade flute to his mouth again, and the melodious flute sound came out again, wandering throughout the city.

Murong Qingyu looked at the handsome young man in the pavilion, whose clothes were fluttering under the moonlight. He looked like a fairy. Although there was still a trace of childishness on his face, it was difficult to conceal his mature charm.

For a moment, Murong Qingyu was a little crazy.

Is this still the gangster he recognized? Is this still the bad guy?

Today's young man is undoubtedly very attractive to women. Accompanied by the sound of the flute, the figure playing the flute looks so quiet, elegant and graceful. The long purple hair dances in the breeze of the night.

It's like an immortal descending to earth.

Murong Qingyu actually felt the fresh and refined beauty that could only be seen in women.

At that moment, the young man looked so sacred, and Murong Qingyu's eyes, which were fascinated by him, were actually a little blurry.

At the end of the song, Meng Tian put away the jade flute without finishing his thoughts. However, he saw a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him with brilliant eyes on the roof under the pavilion, which made Meng Tian feel at a loss for a moment.

Mengtian didn't know why Murong Qingyu was so crazy. Did he have flowers on his face?

Depressedly jumping down from the pavilion, Mengtian came to Murong Qingyu. He chuckled, then stretched out his hand and pinched the fair little face in the girl's confused eyes.

"Brother, am I so handsome that I am so fascinated by the talented Murong girl?" Mengtian joked with a smile.

"You, you, you bastard!"

The other image that Murong Qingyu had just created for Mengtian in her heart was instantly shattered. Only now did she realize that although this guy was handsome on the outside, he was still a bad guy on the inside.

"Go to hell..." Murong Qingyu kicked Mengtian out, and then walked away angrily.

Mengtian looked at the girl's angry back inexplicably, feeling a little strange for a moment.

"Which tendon is connected wrong again? I don't seem to have offended her, right?" Mengtian scratched his head. Such an idiot in love made people speechless.

"Women are really strange animals. Forget it, leave her alone, she's so sleepy..."

Mengtian yawned and jumped off the roof.

However, under the moonlight, on the distant pavilion, a dark figure held a glass of red wine in his hand, quietly watching the direction in which Mengtian disappeared.

After a long time, the black shadow slowly turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

[To be continued]
Chapter completed!