time flies.
On this night, which was still two days away from the place where Xu Qing had discovered the Xuanyou Sect, the starry sky was bright, the sky was full of stars, the moonlight was bright, and the moonlight was like a curtain.
Looking from a distance, the night sky is vast, the earth is quiet, starlight and moonlight blend and flow, and ice condenses into clouds, filling the world.
On the Dharma boat, the melodious sound of the flute could be heard.
It is no longer a whimpering sound, but has a rhythm and a melody, and it also contains a murderous meaning that is different from the sound of Zixuan Shangxian's flute.
This meaning comes from the fast-paced melody, which is like an iron horse fighting in all directions, but soon the music changes again, as if the war is over. After looking at the bones on the ground, the surviving people look at the sky, and there are many unexplainable things about the world.
Confuse.
As the meaning of confusion becomes more and more profound, it seems that the person playing the flute has integrated his entire thoughts into the sound of the flute, which is constantly reverberating.
However, if all this falls into the ears of someone who is familiar with flute music, it is easy to hear the rawness of the music and know that it is played by a beginner.
But obviously happiness comes from the heart, and it is not difficult to learn it, at least, that is the way it is for Xu Qing.
At this moment, he was wearing a purple gold-encrusted Taoist robe, an emerald-green willow flute in his hand, and the hem of his Taoist robe was scattered on the deck while he was cross-legged. His long hair was flying in the wind, and the moonlight made it look like smoke.
In particular, his eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are profound, his eyes are slightly sunken, and the willow flute in front of his lips covers less than half of his delicate and demonic face. Coupled with his slender hands placed on the willow flute on the left side, most people see
, will all admire the beautiful young man.
And the way he was playing seriously revealed an indescribable charm, which made the Master Zi Xuan, who was leaning on a chaise longue made of thousand-year-old Yunxia wood, leaning on one side of his hair with one hand, slightly open and closed.
There was a strange look in his eyes
mango.
The light is getting thicker and the flute sound is getting chaotic.
Xu Qing chose to close his eyes.
This period of time was an indescribable ordeal for him. He had never experienced anything similar and didn't know how to deal with it. Therefore, in addition to meditating and practicing, he focused more on this new learning.
of knowledge.
Xu Qing has always had great respect for knowledge and is very eager to learn.
Just like when Master Qi taught him how to play chess, Xu Qing would occasionally think of the chessboard in his mind afterwards.
At present, Xu Qing likes the flute music taught by Master Zixuan from the bottom of his heart. He is not a person who is good at words, but the flute music can better express his inner thoughts in the world.
It was just the look from Immortal Zixuan that made Xu Qing a little at a loss.
He couldn't understand this ancestor of Xuanyou Sect.
I don't understand why the other party wants to tease me.
He felt that when his cultivation reached this level, physical appearance was no longer important. In addition, during this period of time, he saw the other party take action seven times.
Every time it is an understatement, every time everything disappears.
Death is on the finger of Zixuan Shangxian, and not a drop of blood can be seen.
Sometimes the reason for killing is because the other person is seeking death and exudes malice, but sometimes it is determined by the personal likes and dislikes of the Immortal Zixuan.
For example, yesterday, a foreign monk just glanced at her one more time in mid-air. The next moment, this foreign strongman turned into fly ash and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.…
At this moment, Xu Qing actually felt a little distressed for the soul. He needed one hundred and twenty souls to suppress the magic aperture, but Xu Qing couldn't speak out about this.
At the same time, Xu Qing also saw some differences between Zixuan Shangxian and other people. She often had good intentions towards the poor and difficult small countries along the river, and would often wave her hand to solve some mundane matters.
For example, they passed by a small country a few days ago. There were thieves in the country during this period, and it was difficult to catch them. This matter was very common, and the monks basically ignored it, but Master Zixuan waved his hand and caught the thief out, and it disappeared.
.
All this makes Xu Qing's perception of Master Zixuan full of confusion.
The temperament of Zixuan Shangxian is also unpredictable. Sometimes she is like a young girl. Her happiness is written on her face. She will get off the boat to pick a beautiful flower on the mountain when she sees it.
Sometimes she is full of sassiness, drinking sip after sip, her green hair is swaying, and she is full of moonlight.
Sometimes she is extremely cold and her attacks are killing.
Sometimes, a strong charm will appear on her body, and an indescribable charm will appear in her every frown, giving people a sense of all kinds of charm.
The Supreme Immortal Zixuan also has moments of tenderness. Whenever Xu Qing makes a mistake in his flute music, that watery tenderness will emerge from her body and she will whisper to Xu Qing and correct it for him.
Innocence, coldness, heroic appearance, Jianghu, charm, gentleness...Xu Qing has never seen so many different temperaments in one person.
It was not until two days later that Xu Qing saw another temperament in Zixuan Shangxian.
That was when they arrived at Xuanyou Sect. Under the incomparable fear and shock of this small sect, more than a dozen people from the whole sect greeted them with unprecedented respect. The Supreme Immortal Zixuan looked at these people, with a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.
"Are you Xiaoyunzi?"
The old man who once pretended to be a ghost suddenly trembled and spoke in a low voice.
"Reporting to the Immortal Xuanyou, the young one is...Xiaoyunzi." The old man felt bitter in his heart. He looked at Zixuan, the Immortal had no change in his memory.
Many thoughts and emotions could not help but arise in his heart. He still remembered that when he was a child, he followed his master and saw with his own eyes how obsessed he was... But in the end, Luo Hua was deliberately ruthless. No one at that time,
Successfully entered the world of this Immortal Zixuan.
"Take me to your master's grave." It was clear that time had left no trace on Master Zixuan's body, but at this moment, in the comparison of the old man, it seemed that time had left its breath.
Xu Qing followed silently, and soon under the leadership of the old man, they arrived at the backyard of Xuanyou Sect. There was a lonely grave there, and a willow tree in front of the grave. The willow tree swayed in the wind, as if there were spirits permeating the air. Due to the arrival of Zixuan,
And excited.
Immortal Zixuan took a few steps closer, looked at the tomb, sighed softly, and spoke to Xu Qing.
"My old friend is a good man."
Xu Qing remembered the past events he had known before and said nothing.
The old man on the side was filled with emotion.
Not long after, Xu Qing and Master Zixuan left.
Before leaving, Immortal Zixuan asked Xuanyou Sect if they were willing to leave here and merge into the alliance. The old man of Xuanyou Sect was very moved, but in the end he looked at the tomb and shook his head politely. He just asked that he be allowed to leave.
Undercurrent can always be...
They pull.
Immortal Zixuan agreed to this, and personally arranged a formation here. Then he stood on Xu Qing's Dharma boat and followed the boat away.
The way back is always faster than the way back. As Xu Qing's flute music becomes more and more refined, they are getting closer and closer to the Eight Sects Alliance.
Until the evening of that day, when we were still half an hour away from the alliance and could even see the Forbidden Sea in the distance, the Master Zi Xuan, who was sitting on the railing of the boat and seemed to be blending into the sunset, spoke softly.
"Xu Qing, play that piece of music, I want to hear it."
Xu Qing crossed her legs and closed her eyes, reminiscing, then picked up the willow flute and put it to her mouth. In this dusk, the flute played slowly.
With the meaning of rivers and lakes, it tells the joys and sorrows of life, and everything eventually turns into a pot of turbid wine.
In solitude, drink it down in one gulp.
Alliance, here it comes.
"This song, called Li Shang, was created by me in recent years." In the afterglow, Zixuan Shangxian stood on the bow of the boat, looking ahead in the distance. The wind blew her black hair, and her peasant shirt fluttered in the air, as if her whole body was shaking.
Gone with the wind.
That sense of loneliness seemed to have penetrated all the surfaces at this moment, and was slowly blown out by the wind, permeating all directions, and also contained in the eyes of the Immortal Zi Xuan.
As she looked deeper and deeper, she looked back at Xu Qing. There seemed to be a deep pool in her eyes, as if she wanted to remember Xu Qing's face firmly. Finally, she smiled tenderly.
Xu Qing raised his head and looked at Immortal Zixuan.
"Many people gave me gifts back then, including more than a hundred flutes. I forgot who gave me this willow flute, but I like it very much. My little friend, thank you for accompanying me all the way. I'll give it to you."
Immortal Zixuan picked up the wine flask, took a sip, shook his hair, and with indescribable heroic appearance and endless valor, stepped onto the sky with each step, walking farther and farther.
Xu Qing looked down at the flute in his hand, and looked up at the Immortal Zi Xuan who was heading towards the Xuanyou Sect. An indescribable thought arose in his heart.
After a long time, he took a deep breath, cupped his fists and bowed, and controlled the magic ship to return to the Seven Blood Pupils.
At the same time, Xuanyou Sect's Supreme Immortal Zixuan, who was dressed in white, returned to the tower with three points of happiness, one point of sighing, and two points of sadness. Standing there, she looked in the direction of the Seven Blood Pupils.
, murmured softly for a long time.
"If you had been born a hundred years earlier..."
"So what?" A gentle man's voice came from behind Master Zixuan. The leader of the eight sect alliances in a blue shirt walked out of nothingness and came to Master Zixuan's side. He also looked at Qixue.
Hitomi.
"If he had been born a hundred years earlier, would you believe it, junior sister, he would be a skeleton now."
"Or, he can become a skeleton now." As he said this, the leader of the Eight Sects Alliance turned his head and looked at Master Zixuan gently.
"Do you dare?" Immortal Zixuan said calmly with a cold expression.
The leader of the Eight Sects Alliance stared at Immortal Zixuan, and after a while he smiled and shook his head.
"How can I do harm to such a talented person in our alliance? However, Junior Sister, although I am afraid of the life soul that Master left for you, but... your lifespan is about to end, and it is really a bit difficult to find the light you need at this time.
sad."
"Half a lifetime will pass in a blink of an eye, but if he doesn't reach the Lingzang, he won't be able to mend the path with you. After all... you still have to face the choice between life and death."
"I'll ask you again next month." The leader of the Eight Sects Alliance smiled slightly and his body slowly dissipated.
This chapter has been completed!