The Three Worlds God
Flute Sound
Whereas Hai Xuan used magic by moving her hands behind her waist to hear the conversation of the three of them.
"If Astara's swordsman has no place to stay, stay here. The Lin'an Sect will be delighted to receive guests from the Crescent Country" Gongfu said.
Astara smiled, then nodded.
"Jiarong, take Astara's warrior to his room."
"Good Dad." Jiarong escorted Astara and Bailin to the room.
"If you need anything, just call me." Jiarong closed the door.
Bailin saw a nice room decor. "Living here is better than having to live in that stinking cave."
"But we have to keep our attitude, Bailin."
"Yes, I know I was just too excited.
The night after the meal, Astara heard the beautiful sound of flutes.
"Bailin, who plays the flute at night" Astara said.
"Which flute, I didn't hear it" Bailin replied.
"Rare you sure you didn't hear it?" ask Astara.
"Where is the sound of a flute in the middle of the night like this" said Bailin raised his voice.
Astara went out of the room.
"Where are you going!?" call Bailin.
Astara walked over to the source of the sound, until she was behind the courtyard. It looks like Jiarong is playing a flute.
"Miss Jiarong."
Jiarong stopped his flute play he turned to look at Astara.
"Broker's headband, you hear me playing the flute," said Jiarong in astonishment.
Jiarong walked slowly towards Astara. "Nobody's heard me play the flute. But you can hear it. Jiarong was amazed by the warrior kungfu."
"It doesn't have to be, miss. I also wondered why I could hear Miss Jiarong's flute. Her voice was so soft in my heart that I was curious to know the person who played it" Astara said.
Jiarong and Astara walked towards the substation in the middle of the pond. They sat down and drank the warm tea of the cold. Astara looks embarrassed when dealing directly with Jiarong.
"Worker's headband why his face is red, is the swordsman cold?" ask Jiarong who is still innocent.
"I'm fine, just a little less well," Astara reasoned.
The rain down wet the Lin'an sect. Astara and Jiarong are trapped by the rushing water. Jiarong returned to play his flute, sounding shahdu in Astara's heart. Increasingly hearing the flute played by Jiarong, Astara felt a strong bond in the past.
As the rain subsided, Jiarong woke Astara from his daydream. "Executor, are you asleep."
"Huh, no. It was like I was in another world when Miss Jiarong played the flute" Astara said.
Jiarong bowed his head, looking embarrassed. "Expert is good at praising."
"Miss Jiarong." From the corridor of the house it was seen Hai Xuan was staring at calling out to Jiarong.
"Senior Hai Xuan."
"Why is there an Astara swordsman here, it's not good that there are men and women sitting together in a quiet place" Hai Xuan said as he looked at his hands.
"Senior Hai Xuan, swordsman Astara came here by accident."
"Not intentionally?" Hay Xuan squinted his eyes. "Can explain to me jiarong."
Jiarong looked panicked, he had to answer with a reasonable reason. "Today ..."
"I wanted to pee, then I accidentally met Miss Jiarong, because it was raining we took shelter here for a moment" Astara said, cutting off Jiarong's conversation.
"Rubber" said Jiarong.
Hai Xuan sighed. "Now that the rain has stopped, why don't you leave this place immediately."