Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 690 Sing a little song to wake her up

Lu Tianming is not a man of literature and Taoism, but these few holy words are so elegant that it seems to be the case.

As soon as his voice fell, the mist behind the Suzerain Peak seemed to be cut open by a sword, slowly revealing a bluestone road. This road leads to Siguo Cliff.

Lin Su and An Ye stepped in one step at a time.

The fog behind them closed again, and the audience was silent.

Lu Tianming and the Great Elder turned around at the same time and disappeared from the field at the same time...

All the disciples looked at each other, seeing shock in each other's eyes...

Zongmen practice has dreams.

What is the dream?

One day, you can do whatever you want.

And the person who broke into the sect today is already a representative of doing whatever he wants.

It stands to reason that anyone who goes up to the Sovereign Peak without permission will be suppressed, but today's people, talking to the Sovereign, let the Sovereign hold back his thoughts, and are so powerful that the Sovereign dare not provoke him. Dare to provoke him!
He wanted to enter Siguoya, the forbidden area of ​​the sect, so let him enter anyway.

This is doing whatever you want!

This is the ultimate goal of these practitioners!
People have easily achieved it in two decades, but they are still an unimaginably distant goal...

Those who felt this way naturally included Zhou Yueru.

A moment ago, she was still imagining whether it was possible to become the suzerain's direct disciple, but at this moment, she suddenly found that the ceiling of her dream was not so lofty anymore...

Even if she becomes the suzerain's direct disciple, she is still nothing compared to the young man in front of her, because the young man in front of her can already sit on an equal footing with the suzerain, and even overwhelm the suzerain.

This young man used to be her husband, of course, it was only in the distant past...

Zhou Yueru looked at the mist of Missing Cliff, and her heart was also full of mist...

As for the suzerain Lu Tianming, he and the great elder looked at each other, seeing helplessness in each other's eyes...

"It's been a month and a half since Yiyu entered Siguoya, and she may have already cultivated the skill of forgetting love!" A voice came from the Great Elder: "As long as she puts down the old friendship, her wisdom is enough to deal with this crisis?"

In his perception, Zhang Yiyu has never been a fool.

There is no way for a fool to become the flower of the Dao of the Great Immortal Sect, and then become the number one disciple.

In the past, she was unable to complete the sect's mission when facing Lin Su. There was only one key reason. Su, looked at her from the perspective of the past, with intentions and unintentional, with ruthlessness against sentient beings, no matter what he did, he had the upper hand.

Lu Tianming's eyes slowly brightened.

Yes, although the matter was very serious and abrupt, the Jade Water Sect was not at his disposal.

In terms of combat power, although the two people who came today are peerless in cultivation, this is the mountain gate of the Clear Water Sect, and the elders of the sect are three thousand away. The overall strength, the Clear Water Sect is ten times or a hundred times that of these two people.

In terms of flaws, the Green Water Sect did have flaws that were exposed to Lin Su, but did Lin Su have no weakness in the hands of the Green Water Sect?
Lin Su's weakness is Zhang Yiyu.

As long as Zhang Yiyu is still a member of the Clear Water Sect, the Clear Water Sect can turn Zhang Yiyu into a shield against Lin Su.

Be it Lin Su or Green Willow Villa, they are all wary of rats.

What's more, you, Lin, have become taboos in the officialdom, taboos in the literary world, and you are also taboos on the road of cultivation. Do you really think that others will believe what you say?
If you say that I, the Blue Water Sect, participated in the Cangchi War and betrayed the country, you have to be believed by others.

I will go to the Golden Palace with you, meet His Majesty, and see if His Majesty believes in you or me...

Although I have no friendship with His Majesty, I know a lot of court officials, even if I don't know any of them, compared to you, the person His Majesty wants to get rid of, I still have the upper hand...

Thinking about it this way, Lu Tianming's heart gradually became brighter...

But Lin Su and An Ye, who stepped into the Cliff of Thoughts, had a feeling of oppression...

It's not that their mentality has changed, it's that everyone in Siguoya is depressed!

A solitary cliff, where the mist persists all year round. Below is a cliff. A huge stele on the cliff looks like a tombstone no matter how you look at it. The sun rises and the moon sets on the tombstone outside. You can't feel the falling, you can't see the clouds, you can't see the stars, and the wind doesn't even blow.

Lin Su sighed: "This whole is a cemetery, if I live here for a month, I will go crazy!"

An Ye nodded: "That is, in your world, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, blue sky and white clouds, drinking tea and tasting wine, beautiful women like clouds are the truth, but this is the way of practice, and on the way of practice, loneliness is the true face."

Lin Su gently stretched out his hand and grabbed her hand: "What about you? Are you lonely?"

"I, I simply went astray and was led astray by you..."

"If your right path is this kind of cemetery, I feel that I put you to bed at that time, it is really a great merit!" Lin Su grabbed her hand and harassed her gently...

An Ye's white eyes floated silently: "Do you want to use this stimulating method to stimulate the grave... to stimulate Zhang Xiaoniangpi in front of the Daoyuan Monument to return to your world of flamboyance?"

As soon as her voice fell, the sword light in her eyes shone slightly, and the fog in front was swept away, and a woman appeared in front of them.

Dressed in white clothes like snow, she sat quietly cross-legged in front of the ancient stone tablet.

Beneath her was pitch-black rock.

There was a cloud over her head.

In front of her is this stone tablet.

On the stone tablet, from top to bottom, there are two large characters written: Dao Yuan.

On the Daoyuan stele, there are about a few hundred characters engraved.

The stele is broken and irregular.

The characters are incomplete, and many of them can no longer be read clearly.

Zhang Yiyu closed his eyes tightly, as if he didn't detect their arrival at all.

There was neither sadness nor joy on her face.

Lin Su and An Ye were startled together...

"She is retreating!" An Ye said, "I'm afraid I can't wake up at will."

Practitioners retreat is equivalent to closing the six senses, all the mind and mind are wandering in the body, and they are comprehending the mysterious and mysterious practice rules. Once the outside world is forcibly awakened, it will be a disaster for the practitioner.

No matter how much bullshit Bishuizong said today, the words that the Great Elder reminded are still correct.

Zhang Yiyu can't wake up easily, otherwise, it will hurt her Daoji.

Lin Su's thousand-degree pupils landed on Zhang Yiyu, unable to detect whether she was retreating or not, anyway, she didn't respond...

An Ye added: "If she is retreating, it is only possible that she is comprehending the Heavenly Book of Wangqing. If she is not awakened, she may really become the Book of Wangqing in one retreat. Mr. Gong, is there any good way in Wen Dao that can be used without hurting her?" Wake her up without her Daoji?"

There is also a way in the practice world to wake up retreaters.

For example, the fairy treasure "Geng Leu", which once awakened Lin Su, slowly awakened him with the soft and gentle sound of dripping water.

However, An Ye is someone who never relies on magic weapons, and she does not have such magic weapons.

We can only pin our hopes on Lin Su.

Lin Su is a man of Wen Dao, the head of the five Dao of Wen Dao, and always has some wonderful magical powers.

Lin Su pondered for a while: "Then I'll tell her with the sound of the flute that I'm coming!"

flute?

Dark Night's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Green Yi talked about his flute!

When he was discussing Taoism in Qinglian, he blew an unimaginable tune, which helped him cross the upstream, and finally climbed to the top of Qinglian Daotai, becoming the number one master of Qinglian.

During the battle against White Deer Academy, he played this wonderful song again. Green Yi had heard it with his own ears in Xishan at that time. The beauty of this song surpassed all imaginations.

Today, in order to wake up Zhang Yiyu, he planned to blow the sound again.

I finally have this ear blessing in the dark night.

I have to listen carefully to see how legendary this flute is.

Lin Su put his hands together, holding a happy flute in his palm...

Facing the worldly people, he uses the ordinary bamboo flute, but today he is on the path of cultivation, he uses the Xiaoyao flute.

The sound of the flute goes straight to the sky...

The "Folk Song Is Like Spring River Water" performed by the Xiaoyao flute with the power of literature and Taoism is clearer and fuller than the ordinary bamboo flute. When the flute sounds, the fog in front of the cliff is swept away...

The sun shines directly down through the top of the mountain, and An Ye's mouth immediately becomes O-shaped...

She had thought countless times what his flute would look like, fascinating all the talented women...

Today, she heard it with her own ears. She didn't know where she was for a moment. For the first time, there was no way of practice in her heart, no cliff of thought that looked like a tomb, and only a green spring river. Where the breeze blows, the clothes are fluttering, there are no worries in the world, only she and him in the world...

An Ye felt that her heart was following the sound of the flute, and there was no way to separate it.

She also felt that if she was in retreat at this moment, with the sound of such a flute, she would definitely withdraw from the retreat.

However, after the song ended, An Ye slowly opened his eyes, and was surprised to see that Zhang Yiyu in front of him did not open his eyes.

Oh my god, I couldn't stand it, but you, Zhang Xiaoniang, actually did...

Lin Su looked at the sky, looked at the ground, looked at the dark night, looked at Zhang Yiyu, and slapped himself on the forehead: "I know! She has never heard this song before, so she doesn't know that I am coming, I will change it The first she's ever heard."

Lin Su played "Folk Songs Are Like Spring Rivers" three times, once in Qinglian's Discourse on Taoism, once in Wenzhan Bailu Academy, and once in Yehai, Zhang Yiyu was not present at all.

Well, I'll play a song I played for you...

An Ye, who had calmed down just now, jumped again...

and also?

What are you waiting for?
Whether Zhang Xiaoniang can wake up or not is another story, the key is that I want to hear it...

Together with Lin Su Xiaoyao flute, there will be another song "Night on the Grassland"!
Together with this classic folk song, the dark night can't do it anymore. She was just rafting on the spring river. At this moment, she stepped into the prairie and missed him facing the moon. She sighed deep in her heart, I can't do it, I was played by him It's broken, I will never be able to enter the path of practice again, I will only pull him into my heart and rub it hard, after sighing, let go of everything, and let his music take her to swim in the prairie.

During this song, Lin Su sensitively noticed that Zhang Yiyu's eyelashes moved...

There is a door!

He blew harder and became more emotional. Zhang Yiyu's hair was a little fluttering. Maybe it wasn't her heart that was fluttering, but the grassland night created by the music, which brought a real spring breeze...

Unfortunately, when the music ended, Zhang Yiyu still didn't wake up.

Lin Su and An Ye stared wide-eyed, a little confused for a moment...

Does it really work?

Lin Su was actually a little uncertain.

There is a treatment method for vegetative people in modern society called emotional calling, so that the most concerned relatives call, talk, and talk about the topics that make people feel the most. Over time, at a certain point, vegetative people can wake up.

However, this is not the same thing as retreating practice after all.

Who can guarantee that this way of emotional communication will be effective?
"I still don't believe it!" Lin Su said, "I'll sing a love song, the best love song, it will kill you..."

Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong, the surrounding was very quiet...

Lin Su raised his head and saw An Ye's eyes, somewhat resentful...

(End of this chapter)