The sound of the piano is sturdy, like the rippling waves on the lake, coming layer by layer.
It is sad and sad, and the person who hears it crys, as if he remembers the unknown sourness in the story.
Qingge's actions that forced the thunder tribulation to stagnate—
She raised her eyes and looked into the distance. There seemed to be a yellow storm rolling up in the distant north of Mo. In an endless scene, a figure slowly walked out between the sky and the earth.
Boom!
The sound became tragic, and the magnificent sound of the Yongmen Guqin was deafening, even the bone marrow and soul were trembling violently.
The people on the hills in the northern desert seemed to be on the battlefield, fighting against the south and north, and the brave soldiers created this peaceful and prosperous era with their flesh and blood.
Suddenly, the tone dropped, clear and pleasant.
Qingge's eyes moved slightly, the scene in front of her was spinning, and the figure in the distance seemed to come from the gap of time, elegant and noble, but cruel and bloodthirsty. She seemed to see the noble beauty holding the red stringed piano in the ice and snow.
Sitting on the top of the mountain, ambushing the sun and the moon.
The sound of the piano is like a storm.
It snowed heavily for many years, and the beauty on the mountain was dyed white with her hair. When she looked back, Qingge saw the same face as hers.
While shocked, Qingge's nerves in his brain seemed to be sowed by someone with a sharp knife.
Qingge suddenly woke up and looked at Xia Su, but saw the sound of the piano rising. The extremely delicate short knife in Xia Su's hand turned into pieces in an instant.
Xia Su subconsciously looked back and saw that the Queen of the Far North and more than 300 evil men on the chair all looked at the same place.
At the same time, the burly man with Qingge's face was cured with Immortal Flowers, opened the dungeon and released Fu Xi, Lin Chong and countless prisoners in the prison.
Walking to the hills in the north of Mo, the scorching sun was as hot as fire. Fu Xi stood in the Qingyang, looked into the distance, then closed his eyes and enjoyed the sound of nature.
Clouds transform into thousands of beasts.
In the desert, the yellow smoke rolled like the waves of the sea. A woman in a white dress in snow held the piano in one hand and played the strings in the other hand. She walked towards the side gracefully without being fast or slow.
The strings of Fuxi's zither are scarlet, as if they are stained with fresh and sticky blood.
The woman was tall and her hair was soft and loose, but she was instantly stirred by the strong wind.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, and she will be bewitching the country and the city will be bewitching the city
Under the gentle veil, there is a faint beauty, exquisite facial features, a cold frost-like face, and an eyes embedded on the clear pond on the face. Wherever you pass, the cold wind whistles.
"The God of Qin——"
The Queen of the Far North smiled and turned to her murderous aura, "Give me all the money and kill her!"
Immediately, more than 300 evil men ran towards the Qin God, and the vast earth kept shaking.
The hills in the northern desert, Qingge's limbs were shackled.
Her eyes were connected to the beauty in the wind and dust.
The sky seemed like a lonely geese flew past, and the beauty who was about to be surrounded by more than 300 evil men smiled like ice on her face, and looked at Qingge with delicate eyes deeply.
In an instant, this sky and this land were not as good as her.
Ye Qingcheng stood on the high hillside, staring at Qingge behind the groups of evil men, and the turbulent heart in his chest was beating constantly.
In the blink of an eye, three hundred evil men came over like a storm.
They held a sharp blade in their hands, and Ye Qingcheng stood on the hillside. Suddenly, she saw her sitting cross-legged and put Fuxiqin in her arms on her legs. She put her slender white hands as thin as mutton fat jade.
Red string.
She once again bounced the sound of nature, from sadness to majestic, from indecisive children to long-lasting love for their lives to sacrifice their lives for justice.
The sound blade in the sandstorm seemed to have condensed into substance, covering the sky and storming countless evildoers, bombarding and bombing.
The sound blade passes through the throat, and blood splatters everywhere.
When the sound of the piano passes, you can only return by drinking blood.
She is like a messenger from the gods, her black eyes are like snow, covering all things.
But she slowly stood up and walked down the hillside with her body as the center. She dared not have anyone within ten steps. Once a villain rushed over, she was immediately strangled by a crazy blade and dripping blood mist.
More than half of the three hundred evildoers died!
No one dared to step forward anymore, he only dared to look at him at a distance of ten steps away.
The Queen of the Far North was shaking wildly.
The God of Qin is so powerful?
"God of Qin, do you want the Snow Spirit Pearl too?" The Queen of the Far North asked when she saw Ye Qingcheng walking towards Qingge.
Ye Qingcheng ignored it, and the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.
She held the ancient Fuxi Qin and approached Qingge step by step.
"The God of Qin is actually interested in Xue Lingzhu. No, I want to save the boss." Lin Chong was about to go out in a hurry. Fu Xi took a lot of effort to pull him away.
"Believe me, the God of Qin, even if you kill all the people in the world, you will not touch your sister." Fu Xi raised her head and smiled brightly.
Lin Chong hesitated.
On the hill, Xia Su looked at the God of Qin who walked in front of him and turned cold, saying, "God of Qin, you have become famous recently, but don't be too presumptuous. This far north is Her Majesty the Queen.
The territory of the Qin God has heard a saying that the strong dragon cannot suppress the local snake?”
Ye Qingcheng stood still and looked at Qingge two steps away.
Seeing this, Xia Su thought Ye Qingcheng had figured out what he said with great sincerity.
In the distance, the far north queen on the chair narrowed her enchanting eyes.
More than a hundred disabled evildoers surrounded Qingge and Ye Qingcheng.
Bang—
Suddenly, everyone was shocked to see the noble and cold woman bent her legs in front of Ye Qingge and knelt on the ground on one knee.
But Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hands towards Qingge, clasped his fists, bowed his hands, and for a moment when one punch and one palm collided, the desolation of Mobei was alarmed.
She raised her eyes, stared at Qingge, and said word by word: "Master, I've been waiting for a long time."
The two simple words make time solidify and stop.
She is a mythical existence in the extreme north, a belief in the hearts of countless people, and a sand in the eyes of the extreme north queen.
She is ethereal and nothingness, and even the world does not know how amazing it is under the veil, but only knows that one person and one piano can save all living beings and kill purgatory.
But she was so noble and noble, and she actually knelt down to another prisoner. The master made her blood turn cold.
Qingge was between the iron chains, looking at Ye Qingcheng in complexity.
She closed her eyes, and in her left atrium, she didn't know whether it was the heart or the snow spirit bead, it started to swell, and a numbness spread throughout her limbs and bones.
No matter how long it has passed, Ye Qingcheng is still the same as before.
She should be a born king, but she always gives her pride in front of others, making her the most brilliant one.
For example, at this time, Ye Qingcheng can come in a burgeoning manner, but there is no need to kneel down. Thinking of the master, I know that she is like Qingcheng. How could Ye Qingcheng not know that Qingge treats her as a friend, even if her life is saved by Qingge.
However, in front of countless powerful people in the north, she did this to create momentum for Qingge and made her a mythical existence than the God of Qin.
Now I smiled sourly—
Ye Qingcheng has been in the extreme north for so long, not to make himself in the world, but to use his flesh and blood to pave the way for her to the heavenly stage. (To be continued)