"Using the flute to control the sword... can actually be interpreted as using emotion to control the sword. This emotion can be my anger, the person I love, or my joy."

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and he realized a lot.

For the next three days, Lin Yun was immersed in the practice of Xiao Yin, and he completely forgot about the sword. Because all his emotions were integrated into the Xiao Yin, changing with the ups and downs of Xiao Yin, including joys and sorrows, passion and passion,

Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all in it.

Although the sword has been lifted, the purple kite flying has become more refined several times, and there is no hindrance in the reversal of the purple kite sword formation.

This time, Lin Yun also forgot about "Purple Kite Flying". He had no music score and no fingering, only what he was thinking in his heart.

A broken heart, where can I find a close friend in the world!

He played this song for himself. When the song ended, countless emotions lingered in his heart and could not be dissipated.

Lin Yun picked up the purple jade divine bamboo flute and started playing it again. The flute sound was like weeping and whining, and the desolate and sad sound made people feel sad when they heard it.

He thought of the death of brother Xin Jue, and he thought of the heavy snowfall in the imperial capital, just like pear blossoms in full bloom. He was extremely sad that day when Xinyan married her most hated enemy for him.

The pear blossoms fade, only the roses are red in the snow!

This song was played for Senior Sister Xinyan, just like the Qin Dynasty back then, who was happy for whom and worried for whom, and who drew the sword for whom and never looked back.

The sound of the flute is playing, this song Lin Yun plays for Yue Weiwei, this song is a beautiful girl smiling, and it is hard to recall the past from the beginning.

The sound of the flute is changing, Lin Yun plays it for Su Ziyao, a song of reincarnation is painful, where will I see you again in this body.

In the end, he turned all his emotions into passion and played an unprecedented display of arrogance and arrogance. He played this song for the sword in his hand, a song of chaos, this sword was born extraordinary. The floating clouds are not my intention, just snap my fingers.

a thousand years!

[The first chapter has been delivered, and it’s a bit laggy. There will definitely be more tonight, so everyone will check it out tomorrow morning. Also, thank you to Mr. Yu Qingfeng for the reward of 300,000 vertical and horizontal coins. I can’t write 10,000 words of lag today. Let me tell you.
Chapter completed!