The Tianshui City Burning Incident just happened, and Cangyun Gate is now loose on the outside and tight on the inside. It doesn't look like much on the surface, but in fact the defense inside has been strengthened a lot.
Ye Xiaochuan's powerful soul provided him with a lot of conveniences.
After entering the Cangyun Mountains, still more than a hundred miles away from Thousand Buddha Peak, the consciousness released by Ye Xiaochuan's soul detected the hidden whistle of the Cangyun Gate ahead.
Ye Xiaochuan immediately bypassed the hidden whistle and continued to move forward.
This time we entered Cangyun, which was different from the previous few days. Last time we flew from a high altitude, all we encountered were bright hills in the sky. This time, Ye Xiaochuan flew close to the ground, and all we encountered were dark whistles.
The closer you get to Thousand Buddha Peak, the more dark clouds there are.
However, Ye Xiaochuan's soul is now different from what it used to be. He can sense subtle changes within a radius of a thousand feet and avoid the dark whistle of the blue clouds in advance.
Just going around in circles like this, Ye Xiaochuan was like inserting a needle into every crack. In less than an hour, he had dodged at least thirty hidden whistles.
Although the Cangyun Sect has a great family and a great business, the disciples who are on guard duty outside are all ordinary disciples of the Cangyun Sect, and there are almost no elders and masters in the Lingji Realm.
It is extremely difficult for these people to detect Ye Xiaochuan's whereabouts.
After crossing Thousand Buddha Peak to the west of Samsara Peak, the number of cangyun secret whistles decreased a bit.
The quantity is less, but the quality is higher.
Almost all disciples who were in the out-of-body realm were working as secret sentries, and Ye Xiaochuan even discovered that the auras of several people hiding in the dark were in the realm of spiritual silence.
But these people still couldn't threaten Ye Xiaochuan.
This is the difference in realm.
Ye Xiaochuan avoided the last sentry post, looked up and found that he was already at the southeast corner of Samsara Peak.
He originally wanted to go to the ancestor's ancestral hall in the back mountain to see if A Chitong was in any condition. Now that he had reached the southeast corner, Ye Xiaochuan hesitated and flew upwards close to the rock wall.
Wangcai and Fugui had been on a ride together, and they got off the train at this time.
The entire Cangyun Sect has been looking for wealth and wealth in the past two days, but there is no trace. Who would have thought that these two magical birds have returned to Cangyun without anyone noticing.
Therefore, they were not found.
In the southern part of Samsara Peak, the mountains are steep and full of rocky cliffs, unlike those in the north which are relatively gentle.
Ye Xiaochuan flew upwards close to the rock wall, but did not encounter anyone or any hidden whistle.
Soon, he passed through the clouds and fog, and was in mid-air thousands of feet above the ground.
Passing through a layer of clouds again, it suddenly became clear, and the full moon in the sky was exceptionally bright.
Under the darkness of night, there was faint music coming from the piano.
Ye Xiaochuan's expression changed and he flew in the direction of the piano sound.
It is an antique air castle hanging alone on the cliff in the southern part of Samsara Peak.
Qingluan Pavilion.
Late at night, alone and cold, Yun Qiyou was sitting in the Qingluan Pavilion, with the Demon-Suppressing Guqin on his knees, and his fingertips were playing the piano randomly, and a most beautiful piece of music was performed.
It can also be seen from this point that Yun Qiyou's attainments in music and rhythm have reached the pinnacle.
Even the senior Yun Yazi who taught Yun Qiyou's music more than 20 years ago is probably not as good as Yun Qiyou in terms of his understanding of music.
Ye Xiaochuan once again hid in the dark corner the night before. This hidden place was located on the side and top of Qingluan Pavilion. He could not see what was going on inside, but could only hear the sound of the piano inside.
This made Ye Xiaochuan full of emotions, and he couldn't help but recall the previous scene with Senior Sister Yun playing the piano and flute.
After Yun Qiyou finished playing a piece of music, he didn't seem to be fully enjoying himself, so he started playing "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" again.
When Ye Xiaochuan heard this song, he felt even more emotional.
He thought he had forgotten every bit of the past, thinking it happened in his previous life.
It turns out that I have never forgotten it.
It turns out that I just sealed all the memories about Yun Qiyou in the deepest part of my heart.
Familiar music, familiar melody.
Ye Xiaochuan could no longer suppress his inner emotions, so he took out the Huangquan Biluo Xiao, put it to his lips, and started playing along with Yun Qiyou's music.
The moment the flute sounded, the sound was obviously a little messy.
Yun Qiyou raised his head in surprise.
This was the first time that I played the harp in Qingluan Pavilion, and someone echoed me with the sound of flute.
At first Yun Qiyou didn't want to pay attention to this deceitful disciple, but the next moment she discovered that the other person's flute sound was very unusual. It was not only melodious and clear, but also extremely penetrating.
Obviously, the other party is also a master of music, and the flute he uses is definitely not an ordinary flute.
What surprised Yun Qiyou even more was that when the sound of the flute blended into the sound of the piano, the instrument spirit of the Demon-Suppressing Guqin seemed to be awakened, releasing a faint white soft light like moonlight.
The Demon-Suppressing Guqin has been following Yun Qiyou for many years, and this is the first time she has seen the changes in the Demon-Suppressing Guqin.
Soon, Yun Qiyou calmed down, and the sound of the piano became smoother.
The sound of the harp and flute resounded through the night sky. Cangyun disciples in the Yuanshui small building below and in several courtyards of the nearby elders all heard that someone was playing the harp and flute in harmony with Yun Qiyou tonight.
Several female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu were lying on the bed, silently listening to the harmonious sounds coming from above that were like the sounds of nature.
In addition to the harmonious singing of the harp and flute, there are also the harmonious singing of the luan and the phoenix.
Luan birds of wealth and fire phoenixes are flying around Qingluan Pavilion, emitting sweet chirps.
Their cries were not a chaotic sound of harps and flutes, but were instead blended into it.
After performing the song "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", Yun Qiyou's palm suddenly pressed on the strings, and the sound of the piano suddenly disappeared.
But the sound of the flute did not stop.
I only heard a change in the tune of the flute, and the original melodious flute sound suddenly became deep and vast, full of the vicissitudes of time.
Yun Qiyou is a master of music, and she felt a lot from the sound of the other person's flute.
In addition to the vicissitudes and pain of the other person, she also felt familiar, unprecedentedly familiar, as if the person playing the flute in secret was the most important and familiar person in her life.
Her heart began to ache.
Her head felt like needles pricking her head.
A strange yet familiar memory fragment flashed in her mind.
It was also a night in the wilderness. I was playing the piano, and the young Ye Xiaochuan was playing a long green flute. Not far away, there was a fat and white monk lying.
Although the fat white monk was still childish, Yun Qiyou still recognized that the fat monk was the monk of Kasyapa Temple.
In the memory fragment, Ye Xiaochuan and Jiese are so young.
I was playing the piano by myself, and as I was playing, I started singing, which was Plum Blossom No. 3.
When Yun Qiyou saw this, he suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction in the darkness.
Her expression changed rapidly, and her eyes were filled with wonder.
The tearful sound of the flute stopped, and Yun Qiyou slowly stood up.
