Qi Beishan on the side had already uncovered the black cloth and took out a guqin.

This guqin is about four feet long, with a crown angle, a mountain peak, and a base made of extremely rare Jingkong hardwood. There are many broken patterns throughout the body, including snake belly breaks, ox hair breaks, flowing water breaks, turtle back breaks, plum blossom breaks...

Surprisingly, every broken pattern is engraved with an extremely rare rune.

Those runes were like running water coming out of a spring, faintly emitting a faint sound, clear and distant!

"Liuquan..." Qi Hanzhang was slightly in a trance.

Qi Beishan's withered hands stroked the strings, his eyes full of tenderness.

"The greatest achievement in my life is to become the master of the flowing spring.

It is both its misfortune and my good fortune to have a long violin with me."

When Qi Beishan said this, he suddenly felt lost: "I have no enmity with that Lu Jing, but I want to come here to stop him.

As a human being, I want to help the heavens kill people because of the corruption of the human world.

Beishan was evil when he was young, and there is nothing regrettable about doing such things.

It's a pity that Liuquan Changqin wants to join me in murdering a real celebrity like Lu Jing!"

Qi Hanzhang seemed to realize something, and saw the black dragon from the East China Sea roaring suddenly in the clouds and mist in the sky.

In an instant, the world changed suddenly.

A magical power brought up the vitality and turned into thick dark clouds, covering hundreds of miles of void.

Qi Hanzhang turned his head and saw that the ancient prince Gu Chenxiao had stepped out of the carriage and looked into the sky with a little joy in his eyes.

He had no reason to think of Lu Jing's poem about killing the dragon, and the few lines of poetry where Lu Jing sat down...

"Three million sword energy flew up, causing Zhou Tian to feel chilly!"

"In a peaceful world, the sky and the earth are both cool and hot..."

The bold and unbridled cursive handwriting seems to be brewing with unparalleled pride.

Even though Lu Jing almost killed him on Hezhong Road, Qi Hanzhang still admired Lu Jing very much in his heart.

"Lu Jing is indeed a real celebrity.

Uncle, you are not afraid of life and death. You also call Lu Jing a true celebrity. You don't want this Liuquan Changqin to be tainted with evil, and you don't care about the existence of the Qi family at all...

In this case, why do you need to visit Taixuanjing, and why do you need to use the sound of the piano to kill Lu Jing's spirit?"

Qi Hanzhang stared closely at the clouds and mist rising in the distance.

Then he saw in the clouds and mist, an extremely handsome young man wearing white clothes, with a sword on his waist, and a face like a crown of jade, walking through the air.

Admiration arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but urge him to Qi Beishan.

Qi Beishan was sitting cross-legged on the rock, with his hands flat on the long qin.

"I don't care whether the family exists or not, and I'm not afraid of death.

But I don’t want to disappoint my ancestor. He lost his arms and legs to save the Qi family. As a descendant of the Qi family, I must repay the kindness of my ancestor’s arms and legs.”

Qibei Mountain plays the strings of the piano.

For a moment, the ice and snow seemed to melt in the void, and rivers seemed to flow vertically and horizontally.

This voice was warm and soft, but it seemed to contain wisps of atmosphere, and it seemed to condense into a star palace.

In the star palace, there are flowing water and clear springs flowing freely, and there are literati and elegant people drinking and having fun.

Between the clear springs and flowing water, there is also a giant ravine welcoming the autumn, and a cold river reflecting the moon.

All visions turned into supernatural powers and spread throughout the most remote valleys.

And the stylus pen in the hand of Wang Yangong, the head of the Wang family of the eight aristocratic families in the east of Hedong, came forward.

The stylus penetrated the rock in front of me.

The huge rock immediately turned into fragments, and then turned into smoke and dust.

Smoke and dust fill the void, but with the fragrance of pen and ink, it shines into the distance.

Then Ao Jiuyi opened his mouth and spit out a dragon head and white bones.

Only two dragon horns are green on the white bones of the dragon head, as if full of life.

Behind Fengzhuhe, the shadow of the white dragon floats.

But she turned into a human form and walked out of the clouds with bare feet.

The Dragon King of the South China Sea looked at Lu Jing and said slowly: "Please also ask Duke Jing to stop here and walk into Xuandu!"

Rumble!

In an instant, the sky and the earth were turbulent.

The sound of the piano fills the void.

There is also a dragon whose majesty covers the heaven and earth.

Wang Yangong stood in the distance and saluted Lu Jing from a distance: "Mr. Lu Jing's merits are still alive, but the intellectual dispute is fierce. Wang Yangong invites Mr. Lu Jing to discuss with me what is the orthodoxy of Confucianism and Taoism!"

Lu Jing, who was above the cloud, was holding the handle of the grass-chopping knife in his hand, looking at it with attention.

But they saw that there was no main road in the valley, but a muddy path.

The muddy path was winding and winding, filled with magical powers and magical sounds. There was also a line of text written by Wang Yangong on the roadside monument.

"The ambition of youth will be cut off from now on!"

This line of text is extremely murderous, and within it is brewing the power of a dragon that swallows the sky. The sound of Qi Beishan's musical instrument, which was originally extremely righteous, fell into the alley, and it turned out to be filled with the spirit of demons and evil!

"This path is quite interesting. They went through a lot of trouble in order to kill Dong Jun's Qi, the meaning of supporting light in my sword energy."

Lu Jing's thoughts flashed.

Suddenly, I saw another sword light shining on the muddy path.

The sword light was dilapidated, decayed, and lifeless, making people shudder. It seemed as if a high-rise building collapsed, a great country collapsed, and thousands of people lost their lives.

The source of the sword energy was a swordsman in black looking at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing's expression did not change when he saw the swordsman.

"No one can force Lu Jing to take the narrow path."

He whispered to himself, and the dark cloud magical power, the sound of the piano, the dust of pen and ink, plus the energy and blood of the roaring black dragon, surged towards him.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea?"

Lu Jing laughed loudly: "You and the wind are the only ones living here. You are not allowed to enter my land of hundreds of feet!"
Chapter completed!