At the military camp east of Songguta City, Du Yu got on a military plane for the first time, and it was a transport plane with several rows of vertical seats in the cabin.
Logically speaking, he should be very surprised by all this. But at the moment, Du Yu's mind was in a mess and he had no time to care about anything else.
The Wild Silver Lynx was lying next to Du Yu's legs. He had always been very obedient and allowed Li Mengnan to play with his long silver tail.
The tyrant seemed to have said something to the girl through the demon.
Li Mengnan had a worried look on his face and slowly leaned down, bringing his soft lips to the tyrant's pointed ears: "Yes, this mission is very dangerous."
Huang Yinlin is very spiritual. After watching TV at home for a week and constantly communicating with Li and Du, he can understand some simple human languages.
Different from the two people who were in heavy moods, Huang Yinlin was looking forward to this dangerous journey.
I saw her long tail pulling away from the girl's arms, reaching into Du Yu's arms, and even crawled across Du Yu's neck and circled around his neck.
The 2-meter long tail allows the tyrant to do this easily.
True hanging tail!
"Just hide behind me."
Du Yu woke up from his meditation and used his demon soul to convey his thoughts: "What?"
Huang Yinlin: "I will protect you."
"Well, thank you." Du Yu felt warm in his heart, stretched out his hand to grab Silver Tail, lowered his head slightly, and lightly pressed his lips on the "silver scarf".
Huang Yinlin stiffened his tail, raised his eyes, and looked at Du Yu blankly.
Du Yu looked confused: "What's wrong?"
After a long silence, the tyrant's rustling voice came over: "Don't touch me."
Du Yu: "."
You wrapped your tail around me, okay!?
Fu Jianzhou sat alone in the distance, watching the interaction between his master and his pet, his eyes were very soft.
A beautiful female voice came from the spiritual contract: "We can play "Butterfly Lovers" for him."
"Let's wait until the mission is over." Fu Jianzhou gently stroked the white jade flute and asked, "Bai Lan, have you heard of this bell?
A clock that can grow large or small freely, swallowing everything in the world."
Bai Lan said calmly: "I have traveled a long way, through mountains and deserts, Gobi seas, and those scenes are no different from the blue bricks in front of my house.
I have also seen many people, men, women, old and young, tall, short, fat and thin. They all look exactly the same.
It's not him."
Fu Jianzhou lowered his eyes and said softly: "I'm sorry."
Everything was as Bai Lan said. She seemed to have traveled throughout Great Xia, but she had never noticed it, whether it was thousands of mountains, rivers, or all living beings.
Even though this ancient bell was hanging on the city gate tower, she passed by the city gate without paying any attention.
Suddenly, Bai Lan's illusory face appeared on Fu Jianzhou's face, looking at Du Yu from a distance: "I want to play for him right now."
"He?" Fu Jianzhou reacted and then realized that the "him" in this sentence refers to Du Yu.
Even though the two parties signed a contract and Fu Jianzhou accompanied Xixia Di all day long, Fu Jianzhou could feel that Bai Lan was still lonely.
The obsession in my heart turns into a lifelong regret that will never end. This is undoubtedly sad.
Here in Fu Jianzhou, Bai Lan found a place to settle down and found a lonely soul who felt the same way.
And the young man who told her the story of "Butterfly Lovers" was her only friend in the world.
A close friend is out of the question.
Du Yu is still young, does not have much experience, and is not the same type of person as Bai Lan and Fu Jianzhou.
But this does not prevent Bai Lan from loving Du Yu.
This young man with good intentions towards the world and full of hope always reminds Bai Lan of the self he longed for day and night after we parted on a rainy night.
The difference is that her hope has been completely shattered.
Du Yu, on the other hand, has not yet tasted the essence of fate.
Slowly, Fu Jianzhou raised the white jade flute and put it to his lips.
"Meow!" Huang Yinlin stood up immediately and stared at Fu Jianzhou.
Fu Jianzhou stopped and turned to look at the strange pet.
"It's okay, it's okay." Du Yu hugged Hun Jun's big head and hurriedly comforted him.
In fact, in his heart, Du Yu didn't blame Huang Yinlin very much.
After all, she is a wild monster, not a domesticated monster pet.
Her vigilance and vigilance, as well as her full malice towards the world, are the foundation for her survival in the wilderness.
The harmonious and loving way of domesticated monster pets is absolutely inapplicable in the law of the jungle, and will be eaten up by the enemies to the last dregs.
Du Yu thought for a moment and said softly: "Senior Brother Fu may be feeling itchy.
How about this, I'll teach him a piece of music that will remind you of your hometown, how about that?"
"hometown?"
Du Yu twirled the tufts of hair on the tyrant's pointed ears: "Yes, your hometown, Thousand Blades Mountain."
"Meow." Huang Yinlin slowly lowered his body, unwilling to admit that he did have some expectations.
Du Yu: "Don't worry, I will let him restrain his energy and attack, so that it will not interfere with your brain."
"Um."
After receiving the tyrant's response, Du Yu unbuckled his seat belt, stood up and walked towards Fu Jianzhou.
With his excellent eyesight, he had long seen the illusory face of the woman on Senior Brother Fu's face.
Technical itch?
It was just Du Yu's words. He knew that Senior Brother Fu was probably incapable of doing so.
Xixia Flute is different from Shadow Gu Pagoda.
"Long time no see." Du Yu sat down next to Fu Jianzhou.
Bai Lan spoke softly, using Fu Jianzhou's voice, but his tone and tone were completely different from Senior Brother Fu: "Your demon pet is very irritable."
Du Yu shrugged helplessly: "It's my nature, there's nothing I can do about it."
Bai Lan smiled slightly, with a unique hazy beauty: "But it is very gentle to you."
Du Yu: "Everything has spirituality, and sincerity can always bring friendship, such as me and you."
For a moment, the smile on Bai Lan's face became even stronger, and she said softly: "I have already practiced "Butterfly Lovers"."
"Oh?" Du Yu took advantage of the steps and went down, "How about I teach you another song?"
Suddenly, Bai Lan's illusory face solidified a little and became more beautiful: "Is it as sad and beautiful as "Butterfly Lovers"?"
Du Yu thought for a while and uttered several words in succession: "Desolate, vast, sad, desolate."
Bai Lan nodded gently: "Please."
Slowly, Du Yu hummed softly.
As early as the first time he stepped into Qianren Mountain, he had made up his mind to teach this piece of music to Xixia Flute.
"The Last of the Mohicans".
The buzzing military planes did not interfere with Bai Lan's listening to the tune.
As Du Yu sang softly, she recalled the image of herself walking alone in the endless desert hundreds of years ago.
Pain, despair.
The cry that comes from the soul cannot elicit any response from any living being.
The sun sets over the long river, and she is the only one walking alone.
The short melody stopped abruptly.
Du Yu opened his eyes and looked at the silent woman: "You can make up the rest of the melody yourself, just like Butterfly Lovers."
Du Yu is an amateur, at best he can be regarded as a hobbyist.
He couldn't hum the whole chapter, just like the original "Butterfly Lovers". Except for the familiar and essential parts, most of the movements had to be played by the Xixia flute himself.
In Bai Lan's state of mind, Du Yu believed that she could be captured.
I saw Bai Lan lowering his eyes, his eyes slightly distracted, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
Du Yu waited patiently. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly asked, "What's its name?"
Du Yu: "The last Mo. Well, "The Last Tribe"."
He secretly felt guilty, so he changed the title of the song to suit a different world.
Bai Lan's voice was very low and soft: "What race?"
Du Yu, who had excellent eyesight, could almost read Bai Lan's words through Fu Jianzhou's lips.
Du Yu did not respond to this question.
He stood up and patted Fu Jianzhou on the shoulder: "Restrain your mental attacks. We are on the plane and there is a pilot in the cockpit."
A distance of more than 2,000 kilometers, it takes less than four hours to arrive.
When the military plane landed at Langushan Military Airport, the soldiers who came to pick it up were stunned.
The roar of the plane was loud, but it still couldn't block the desolate and distant flute sound.
At the moment when the military planes stopped flying, the sound of the flute that struck the soul completely filled the entire airport.
Beside the runway, Lin Shiwei opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
She looked back at a row of military jeeps, as if asking for help, and happened to see the door of one of the vehicles open, and a beautiful figure stepped out.
The breeze swept under Yang Qingqing's feet, and the hem of her skirt danced lightly and floated forward.
Lin Shiwei immediately followed, and as the rear cabin door fell, she also saw several of the brothers and sisters.
"Have a rest and savor it later. It's time for us to carry out our mission, Bai Lan." Du Yu patted Fu Jianzhou's shoulder, and the flute sound stopped abruptly.
Bai Lan's illusory face gradually disappeared.
Just before leaving, he glanced at Du Yu.
The look in his eyes was very complicated, I didn't know whether it was resentment or gratitude.
"Qingshi." Li Mengnan came to Du Yu's side and reminded him in a low voice.
Du Yu stood up with Fu Jianzhou on his back. There was a group of demon spirit soldiers standing outside the rear cabin door. The two leaders were none other than Master and Third Sister.
"Qingshi."
"Young Master!" The three of them walked down and greeted each other politely.
Yang Qingqing's eyes paused on Fu Jianzhou: "It's a very artistic song."
Fu Jianzhou lowered his eyebrows and nodded.
Seeing the disciple's reaction, Yang Qingqing felt a little relieved. Her eyes stayed on Huang Yinlin for a moment, and she said softly: "Let's go, we'll talk on the way."
Everyone got into the open-top military vehicles and quickly drove away from the military airport.
Yang Qingqing was sitting in the back seat, looking at the Huangyin Lynx speeding beside the car, and said, "Brought it back from Qianren Mountain."
"Yes." Du Yu sat in the passenger seat, enduring the howling wind, and turned to look at the back seat, "How is Qingshi? Is everything going well during this time?"
Since he didn't know what the women had done, Du Yu asked vaguely.
Yang Qingqing's long black hair was flying in the wind, and she let it go. She was so beautiful that she said, "Xiao Chuan has been promoted to the Demon Commander."
"Brother Chuan finally made a breakthrough!"
"Haha." Yang Qingqing smiled and brushed the long hair away from her lips with one hand, "He is very grateful to you. After his cultivation is stable, he will find you alone."
Du Yu nodded, very willing to have a powerful friend.
After confirming his suspicion, he changed the subject and said: "Qingshi, our spiritual weapon mission this time."
Yang Qingqing sighed: "The information Li Jing sent you is the latest."
Du Yu's face was not very good: "Where is the weapon spirit? Have we established a connection with the ancient bell's weapon spirit?"
"No, the ancient bell's weapon spirit has never appeared. Let's try to communicate with it using our weapon spirit in a while."
In fact, Yang Qingqing and Lin Shiwei had also just arrived. Although several members of the first brigade were around Songgu Pagoda, they arrived in two military planes, the front and rear.
"I hope I can lure it out." Du Yu looked solemn.
Don't be afraid that the weapon spirit may have grievances or complaints.
For the sake of the ancient spiritual weapon, Bureau 29 can gather all the power of Daxia to fulfill any wish of the weapon spirit.
Afraid, just afraid that the weapon spirit will not show up or speak!
Just like the ancient spiritual weapon Jade Gourd, before Du Yu arrived with the Shadow Gu Pagoda, the Jade Gourd ignored the human race at all.
At that time, the Qingshi led the demon spirit troops to explore the Calabash Mountain for nearly 2 months, and finally had to return without success.
The spirit of the ancient spiritual weapon is undoubtedly the key to unlocking it!
But
What if the ancient bell spirit just doesn’t show up?
Are we going to be like Team 2 and be completely devoured by the ancient clock at some point during our research and exploration?
Breast legs.
It didn't seem like a good sign to teach Bai Lan such a piece of music before carrying out such a task.