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The music he played was not as beautiful as Ye Xiaochen's, but it was still as beautiful as the moonlight.

A hint of surprise flashed across Ye Xiaochen's brows as he turned his head.

Who would have thought that Helan Xi also knew how to play music with bamboo leaves.

But why did this music sound so familiar?

Helan Xi didn't seem to be particularly familiar with this piece of music. In the middle, he was a little stuck, but it was not as smooth as Ye Xiaochen's previous melody.

It sounded very nice.

Ye Xiaochen listened carefully as his mind kept thinking about what the name of this song was.

Suddenly, a light bulb lit up in his head.

"Homecoming".

Heavenly Fox was a song that people played during the High Priestess.

Ye Xiaochen was a bit unfamiliar with this song. Since his birth, the High Priest had only fought two battles.

He didn't expect Helan Xi to know about this song. Although he wasn't proficient in playing it, it was still considered to be complete.

Ye Xiaochen narrowed his eyes and smiled.

A moment later.

Helan Xi loosened his mouth, placed the bamboo leaf in his palm and slightly twisted it.

"A Xi, it's too amazing. Who did you learn this song from?"

Ye Xiaochen looked at him and exclaimed.

"My father …"

Helan Xi pouted and replied coldly.

"Old Mr. Heran?"

Ye Xiaochen was stunned, a hint of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

"Alright, it's time to go back."

Helan Xi stood up after saying that.

The bright moonlight lightly sprinkled on his handsome figure, and his entire body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of ethereal mist.

Light swirled, and time flew by.

The extraordinary and refined temperament that he had been born with became even more obvious.

"A Xi, how about we stop going back tonight …"

Ye Xiaochen curled his lips, and the color on his lips became a lot brighter.

"Rest well."

Helan Xi paused for two seconds with his jade-like gaze and said gently. He turned around and placed his hands behind his back as he walked toward the Yunxi Courtyard's large door.

Ye Xiaochen didn't send him off. He just stood on the spot and watched as he walked further and further away.

His heart was in a mess.

"A Xi, tomorrow, you will definitely pass."

"Young Master, Mr. Helan has already left."

After a while, Man in black came over and reported in a low voice.

"Mm …"

Ye Xiaochen replied coldly and continued walking forward. He walked a full circle around the 'necropolis' before returning to his own room to rest.

"..."

Xiao Qi had been waiting outside Yunxi Courtyard's gate the entire time. When she saw Helan Xi slowly walk out from inside, she hurriedly jumped down from the tree and flew beside him.

"Young master …"

"Let's go back."

Helan Xi's face turned pale and his lips turned purple. He responded to Xiao Qi with a low voice.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

Xiao Qi said uneasily as she hurriedly supported him.

"It's fine."

Helan Xi got into the car.

Xiao Qi closed the door and went around the front of the car to sit in the driver's seat.

Boom.

The black Rolls-royce shot out of the Yunxi Courtyard like an arrow leaving the bow.

"..."

Yunshan.

Fengquan Mountain.

Fang Qingchuan, wearing Helan Xi's coat, walked out of the house and sat under a big camphor tree.

The camphor tree was covered in red prayer cloths.

On the cloth were the wishes and wishes of the hanging.

She looked up at the bright moon. She could vaguely see that Chang'e lived in the Moon Palace.

In his heart, he missed Helan Xi more and more.

She had been here for two whole days, and she did nothing but meditate and meditate every day.

They ate very little.

Even so, the thoughts in her heart piled up like heavy stones, making her feel breathless.

"Young master …"

She looked at the moon and gave a little cry.

At the corner of his eyes, two streams of crystal clear tears flowed down uncontrollably. It dripped from the corner of his mouth and was ice-cold.

"Young master, why did you push me away? "For you, I am willing to do anything …"

She slowly lowered her head as tears began to drip down one by one.

The night wind on the mountain was cold. She hugged her suit tighter.

"Qingchuan …"

A loving voice came from behind him.

Fang Qingchuan quickly wiped the corners of her eyes and sniffed. She then slowly turned around and stood up.

"Grandmother …"

"Qingchuan, the wind is strong tonight. Quickly go inside."

Feng Yue walked in front of her under the moonlight and asked with concern.

"Grandmother, I can't sleep …"

Fang Qingchuan lowered her head and clasped her hands together. She was in an extremely depressed mood.

Perhaps, it was only in front of Feng Yue that she would put away all her arrogance and strength, and reveal her weakest side.

"Grandmother knows …"

Feng Yue patted the back of her hand and continued to persuade her.

"Grandmother is also someone who's experienced …"

"…"

For some unknown reason, the corner of Fang Qingchuan's eyes, which had just dried off, felt cold again as sparkling tears dripped from her long eyelashes.

"Grandmother knows how depressed you are in your heart, but child, there are some things you can't force …"

When Feng Yue saw the tears in her eyes, her heart ached so much that she held her hand.

"Grandma, I know I'm not worthy of him. I just want to 'save' him."

The tears hanging on Fang Qingchuanyu's eyelashes became heavier and heavier, finally rolling down and wetting the collar of Helan Xi's suit.

"Qingchuan, you want to 'save' him?"

Feng Yue's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, Grandmother."

"He sent you back because he didn't want you to take the risk. You two … "Sigh …"

Feng Yue heaved a heavy sigh.

This sigh was exceptionally clear in the tranquil night, and also exceptionally heavy.

"Grandma, do you have any way to 'save' him?"2

Fang Qingchuan was in a somewhat desperate situation. Even though Feng Yue was a cultivator, she could not change the fate of others.

"Since my fate is like this, I am unable to change it."

Feng Yue said helplessly.

"No, Doctor Gu said, I can …"

"Qingchuan, stop being so conflicted. "If Helan Xi really wants you to 'save' him, then I've misjudged him."

"Grandma, you mean, young master really …" True... Is there no hope? "

Fang Qingchuan's hand turned around and grabbed Feng Yue's arm. She opened her eyes wide and said anxiously.

"Qingchuan, let's go in. The night dew is too deep. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Feng Yue avoided her topic and pulled her inside the house.

"Grandma, I want to return to Yunjing."

Fang Qingchuan spoke to Feng Yue after taking two steps.

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