The Butterfly Lovers' Story

  "Hou Yi, is this your skill with the zither?"

  Butterfly-like rhythm, with a hint of smile, looking at Yifeng, eyes full of teasing. Can't help but say, this is quite interesting and childlike, making people want to laugh uncontrollably.

  Yi Feng rolled his eyes: "Ben Shao was just trying out the guqin!"

  She smiled and looked at Yifeng, her beautiful face exuding a mature woman's charm, with every smile and frown radiating infinite allure. Having witnessed Yifeng's piano skills before, she naturally didn't believe that Yifeng could have such exceptional piano skills. However, this kid's ability to be playful was still quite strong, and being with him could actually relax her mood.

  The butterfly-like rhythm and the smiling eyes did not affect Yu Feng at all. He took a deep breath, thinking silently about the score of "Xiang Fei Yuan". This song was once one of the many favorite ancient songs in his previous life.

  Yi Feng lightly plucked the strings of the guqin, and the slightly discordant notes made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, with occasional dissonance mixed in.

  The butterfly's subtle rhythm was almost imperceptible, although the noise wasn't obvious, but for someone who could also be called everyone, it was easy to detect.

  However, the muffled sound of the guqin did not remain so. As Yu Feng's fingers moved faster and faster over the strings, the slight discordant notes that had been produced by his rusty skills also disappeared completely.

  Gradually, the sound faded away slowly, the tone was gentle and lingering, like sobbing and complaining, telling a story.

  Her originally not-so-serious face also turned solemn, she slightly straightened her back, her eyes fixed intently on Yu Feng, her entire spirit concentrated on the strings of the zither.

  The fingers that plucked the strings were like a sharp blade, and the continuous sound of the zither seemed to come from one breath. If there was an expert present, they would certainly be able to see the soul power filling the air above the ink emotions. As the strings vibrated, the soul power also rippled out in waves, leaving behind invisible ripples that spread out from the strings.

  The butterfly melody has been standing still for a long time, and this scene makes him a little dazed. Yu Feng's piano skills don't seem to be particularly impressive, at least far inferior to his own. But this sobbing and complaining piano sound shocked him extremely. This song is one she has never heard before. Most importantly, it touches the heartstrings, and should be a masterpiece of the ages.

  The more Yu Yue plucked, the smoother it became. The strings of the qin were played with a gentle touch. Gradually, the entire space quieted down. People calmed down, and their hearts also calmed down. The sound of the qin was warm and soothing, as if it had brought people back to yesterday. Those people and things that seemed to have been separated from the world reappeared before one's eyes, and everything was still vivid in memory.

  When the last note fell, Yu Feng glanced at his already warm hands. He was speechless with amazement: he had never thought that this time he would perform so exceptionally well, and he had never felt so fluent in conversation before. The current water quality, if released outside, would be considered top-notch.

  Yi Feng originally only tried to use his soul power to accurately pluck the strings, but he didn't expect that it would allow him to merge with the guqin, as if he and the guqin had become one. His hands could almost play on their own without thinking.

  Most importantly, this ink seems to have a special effect. Covering it with my own soul power actually caused resonance with it. The sensitivity of my soul power has increased by several times. What's even more amazing is that when I withdrew my soul power, I found that my soul power had increased again. Breaking through the eighth rank is just one thin layer away.

  "Really? Can it enhance one's soul power?! That's impossible, right?!"

  Yi Feng smiled wryly, but when he thought of the old man's ranking of weapons, he suddenly understood. This ink emotion is definitely a spiritual instrument or above. No wonder Butterfly Rhythm said its value was worth a city.

  When Yu Feng turned his head to look at Die Yun Ru, he was hooked by the scene in front of him, and the flames that had been surging in his heart were about to erupt. His throat felt extremely dry. The woman in front of him was so enchanting that he almost pounced on her and devoured her.

  Only to see that the face that makes people jealous is crystal clear. The proud arc undulates continuously, proving that the waves are surging. The weak appearance and the mature contrast with the past make people feel a kind of spiritual dizziness. But it's even more arousing the evil desire in men's hearts.

  If other peerless beauties like Pear Blossom with Rain could stir up a man's protective instincts, then Butterfly Fragrance unexpectedly stirred up the most primitive impulses in men.

  "Depend on..."

  Yi Feng muttered a curse under his breath, and the Lingyun Decree rapidly circulated within his body, suppressing the raging evil flames.

  "This woman is going to be the death of me..."

  Yi Feng muttered to himself that color is emptiness and emptiness is color. He found a tissue and silently handed it to Die Yun Ru.

  Yi Feng certainly wouldn't have thought that this piece was so powerful, enough to move people to tears. Come to think of it, the Butterfly Waltz must have stirred up her memories. The zither can communicate with one's heart; sometimes it's not just a casual remark.

  Yi Feng saw the butterfly-like rhythm of her tears, still falling like crystal droplets. Yi Feng sighed as he helped wipe away her tear stains with his hand, occasionally touching her warm and smooth skin, making his heart skip a beat. The Ling Shen inside him accelerated once again by twice the speed.

  Just as Yi Feng was about to say something, Die Yun rushed into his arms and started crying.

  Soft fragrance clings to his chest, wave after wave of warm and hot breath surges straight up onto Rufeng's body, Rufeng can feel the astonishing elasticity and charm of this extremely fiery body.

  "I'm done for! I've been taken advantage of by this kid!"

  Yi Feng sighed heavily in his heart, but the movements of his hands didn't slow down at all. He wrapped his arms around Die Yun's waist, feeling the astonishing elasticity of her body, which made him feel a kind of psychological torture.

  "Uh... sis! Are you okay?"

  Yi Feng bitterly smiled and thought to himself: At this rate, it would be hard for him to transform into the Moon Night Wolf even if he wanted to.

  Butterfly Rhythm didn't respond, her head buried in Yi Feng's not-so-broad shoulders, trembling nonstop. Soon, Yi Feng felt a large patch of wetness on his shoulder.

  Yu Feng could only silently recite the Tao Te Ching, Buddhist scriptures, Guanyin Sutra, Zhen Nan Jing, Lie Nu Jing... He silently recited everything he knew. But it seemed that praying didn't have much effect.

  When Yī Fēng felt that his clothes were wet and couldn't get any wetter, he finally couldn't help but say, "Uh... sister, can you please get up first?"

  Just as Yi Feng was about to give up hope, and was preparing to recite the chastity scripture for the hundred and eightieth time, a sentence with a trembling tone sounded, "Aren't you men always thinking of me? Now that I'm in your arms, why do you still have so many opinions?"

  Yi Feng was taken aback, and immediately expressed dissatisfaction: "Cough, if it can be further developed, I have no opinion, but only allowing hugs is very difficult for me. You know, I'm known as the one who will do whatever it takes to get what I want (will go with the flow)."

  "Hmph..."

  The butterfly hummed a soft sound, and only then did she get up from Yu Feng's arms. But that face full of tears still made people have endless evil thoughts.

  "It's all for a man, isn't it? Do you have to cry so sadly?" Yī Fēng muttered, his tone surprisingly laced with a bitter taste.

  The butterfly-like rhythm seemed to have gone through a big cry, and her mood had also calmed down a bit. She glanced at Yuefeng and said, "How did you know?"

  Yi Feng smiled and said, "Do you know what this song is called? 'The Lament of the Xiang Fei'! No one understands the emotions in it better than me. I don't even need to think."

  Dieyun nodded slightly, and Yifeng's piano skills were also top-notch. However, compared to her, he was still far behind, and of course, he wouldn't let him be so out of control. But this piece seemed to be made for himself, every note and melody grasping his heart, as if it was his own life experience.

  Butterfly rhyme is suspicious, even if Yifeng knows her identity, then it's just a casual creation. It's just that she thinks about it and feels it's impossible.

  "Want to hear a story?"

  Butterfly rhyme suddenly said with deep nostalgia.

  Yi Feng knew that she wanted to tell her story. He smiled and nodded, also wanting to know what kind of story could make a mature woman like her cry to such an extent.