Ling Tianyu looked at Snow Bear helplessly and asked with a smile: "By the way, Little Bear, what do you think of my playing?"
The snow bear's eyes widened in horror, showing fear.
"What?" Ling Tianyu was stunned for a moment, and said with a narcissistic smile: "Haha! I also know that what I just played was really great. By the way, it's rare to have such a loyal audience, so I will give you another performance.
How's the song?"
"Ho!~~"
Snow Bear roared, suddenly realizing that something terrible had happened, shaking his head desperately, and his whole face was about to turn to stone.
"Well, I know you must be very happy in your heart. You can hear that moving music again. It seems like you really need to perform another song." Ling Tianyu said with a beautiful smile.
"Hoho!~~"
The snow bear roared excitedly and spun around in panic.
"Tch, is there any need to be so excited?" Ling Tianyu glanced at it, then continued to forget about it, closed his eyes, and picked up the strings.
suddenly!
There was a thud!
The string was broken!
"Oh! What happened! Why did it suddenly break like this?" Ling Tianyu's face turned dark.
"Hoho!~"
The snow bear roared with joy and danced, showing that he was very happy and proud.
"You...what do you mean by this? You look like you are gloating about someone else's misfortune." Ling Tianyu was quite depressed and thought: "Is it really that bad that I play? This is impossible, I think it sounds pretty good.
of."
"Can you stop fucking playing?" Poison King's voice suddenly came over weakly, looking quite tired and feeling like he was about to collapse.
"Why can't you play?" Ling Tianyu looked confused.
"Do you know how powerful the music you just played is? I was almost killed by your horrible music. It's so tortured." The Poison King shouted with lingering fear.
"Is this so exaggerated?" Ling Tianyu's face turned green and he said angrily: "I think you are always jealous, jealous that my talent is better than yours."
"Your fucking talent is so awesome! It's simply inhumane!~" Poison King shouted excitedly.
"What is so cruel and inhumane? This is called the Immortal Sound of the World, but you just don't know how to appreciate it." Ling Tianyu said angrily.
"Well, this piano is also broken. I am not lucky enough to listen to you playing anymore. It feels like the whole world has suddenly become quiet, and my ears are also quiet. I can finally have a good rest." Poison King Youyou said
He let out a long sigh.
"You are so deceptive. After all, I am also your true disciple. You must stop looking down on me so much." Ling Tianyu said.
"It's not that I look down upon you, but the sound you play is really too lethal. But I feel that if you had such a sound, I'm afraid that the Headless Horseman would also be fooled by you.
Die!" Poison King said.
"Are you mocking me?" Ling Tianyu rolled his eyes, looking at the Huoxuanqin with broken strings in his hand bitterly, and couldn't help but ask Snow Bear: "Little Bear, a lot of people must have died here, right? You
Can you find anything like some musical instruments?"
"Woo!~"
Snow Bear nodded first, suddenly thinking of something terrible, and then shook his head desperately, looking quite reluctant.
"Don't pretend to be pitiful for me. If there is one, find it for me quickly. I'm really anxious to leave here. Don't you want to leave with me?" Ling Tianyu said.
Snow Bear was stunned for a moment, thinking for a long time, as if he had made a great decision.
Fierce!
The snow bear suddenly burrowed into the ground, its sharp claws digging into the snow.
Ling Tianyu looked at the Huoxianqin in his hand, shook his head and sighed: "Oh~ It seems that I will have to get a bamboo qin in the future, but I can't just waste my talent."
"You still dare to come! I will fight you tooth and nail!" the Poison King shouted.
"You're too old..." Ling Tianyu was speechless.
At this time, the snow bear emerged from the huge dug snow hole, holding a strange flute in his hand.
"Flute!~"
Ling Tianyu's face was filled with joy and excitement.
Although Ling Tianyu didn't have much talent when it came to musical instruments, he had quite a bit of research into the bamboo flute.
In fact, it cannot be called research.
However, in his previous life, Ling Tianyu lived with his murderous master, with few friends and no other relatives around him. In loneliness, Ling Tianyu would make some bamboo flutes by himself, often playing alone in the middle of the night without anyone around him.
while playing the flute.
Although it's not particularly good-sounding, it still has a sound, and at least it's not as lethal as the music I played just now.
"Woo!~~"
Snow Bear hummed with fear on his face, hesitated for a long time, and then weakly threw the flute to Ling Tianyu.
Ling Tianyu took the flute excitedly, but what was strange was that the flute seemed to be carved from a bone, and was made with meticulous workmanship. At the mouth of the flute, a small and weird skull was exposed, which had also been specially processed.
of.
I have to say, this flute is really cool.
Ling Tianyu fiddled with it a few times and suddenly discovered that there were three blood characters carved on the flute - Bone Soul Flute.
"Bone Soul Flute? It sounds evil." Ling Tianyu shuddered secretly and said with a smile: "Hey, your master is no longer here, so you belong to me."
"What a good thing! This Bone Soul Flute is actually a heaven-level Horcrux!" Poison King said suddenly.
"Heaven-level Horcrux?" Ling Tianyu's face was filled with shock.
Poison King said: "Yes, and this bone soul flute is very evil. It is quite suitable for you to practice the soul-killing magic song, but..."
"Just what?" Ling Tianyu asked.
"You won't be like before, and the sound you make can kill people, right?" Poison King said in horror.
"You don't have to worry about it. In my previous life, I really played with this thing a lot. Although I can't say that I can play divine music or anything like that, at least it can make you feel comfortable listening to it."
Ling Tianyu smiled.
"I hope, I still want to die." Poison King said.
Ling Tianyu was helpless and thought angrily: If you dare to look down on me, I will open your eyes to this old man like you later!
Thinking about it, Ling Tianyu captured the Bone Soul Flute.
For some reason, while holding the bone soul flute, Ling Tianyu couldn't help but feel a deep longing in his heart, and even felt a sense of sadness.
I remember back then, Ling Tianyu sat on the cliff and played the flute.
Although Ling Tianyu seemed very lonely at that time, in this world, Ling Tianyu seemed even more lonely, which reminded Ling Tianyu of a poem - being a stranger in a foreign land alone.
Involuntarily, Ling Tianyu closed his eyes quietly, his lips poking into the bone soul flute.
Blow, blow gently.
Suddenly, the melodious sound of the flute came back softly.
Snow Bear was covering his ears when he suddenly heard the sound of the flute and his bulging eyes widened. But it was no longer fear, but surprise, but shock.
"Haha, isn't that bad?" Poison King took a deep breath and simply listened carefully.
Ling Tianyu played the bone soul flute with his eyes closed tightly, his long hair fluttering, the more he played, the harder he played, injecting a strong sense of homesickness, which was faintly released with the sound of the flute.
The sound of the flute is crisp and sweet, distant and melodious. It is like the breeze blowing over the body, taking away a piece of dust. The melodious sound of the flute washes away the dust in the heart. The sound of the flute is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes cheerful and interesting, just like the gurgling water, continuous and pure.
As clear and joyful as a stream, Snow Bear and Poison King seemed to be deeply intoxicated by the wonderful flute sound, and they could not let it go for a long time...
Unknowingly, Ling Tianyu seemed to have entered a wonderful artistic conception.
It seemed that Ling Tianyu felt that he had returned to his original world and seemed to have met his master. At that moment, all the emotions in his heart burst out.
Then, in the illusion, Ling Tianyu suddenly saw that everything in front of him was just an illusion, and everything was shattered with the sad sound of the flute.
The cold wind blew around Ling Tianyu's body, and his robes swayed. The thoughts in Ling Tianyu's heart drifted farther and farther, and his expression became darker. It seemed that all the pain and all the pain on his back were turned into this mournful flute.
Voice.
The increasingly desolate tones plunged everyone around into infinite melancholy. The sound of the flute echoed gracefully, and a deep sadness swept over, weeping and complaining, intermittently, just like a sad person.
Crying and missing you deeply.
It seems that the whole world is listening, making people addicted.
At this moment, Snow Bear was stunned, sitting there as if in a daze, and even closed his eyes, as if he was in a beautiful dream, intoxicating.
However, the original appreciation of Poison King was gradually brought into the artistic conception along with the sad and lonely sound of the flute.
Unable to help but feel a certain sadness deep in the heart of the Poison King, he actually felt a deep sadness in his heart along with the sad and lonely sound of the flute.
If the Poison King had a complete body, the Poison King at that time would have been crying.
The melancholy sound of the flute turns farther and farther away.
In the cave, Zi Shuang, who was sleeping, seemed to hear some kind of lonely melody and some kind of call in her dream. Her spiritual eyes were turning under her eyelids, and her soft eyelashes were shaking gently.
The surrounding white mist seemed to be pierced by the sound of the flute, echoing in the cold snowy area, making it seem more desolate and more touching. In the canyon, between heaven and earth, the sound of the flute seemed to be echoing.
The beautiful and lonely sound of the flute.
"Woo!~~"
Suddenly there was a long, lonely chant, and the majestic voice stood in the white mist. The whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and the bone rider sitting down shone with a strange light.
But at this moment, Ling Tianyu completely forgot everything and entered a mysterious artistic conception. In his soul swirling, it seemed that because of the bursts of flute sound, a stream of evil power was flowing through Ling.
Tianyu's soul was scattered in the swirl.
At this moment, it feels like the whole world has turned into the sound of the flute, and there is nothing else except the sound of the flute.