Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 243 The Eternal Night Playwright

The dark night fell leisurely, like a naughty child, first tentatively becoming dark, and then gradually turning into deep.

The moon tonight is particularly bright, abnormally white and brighter than usual. This brightness seems to indicate that tonight is destined to be no longer ordinary.

Under the moonlight, before the very gentleman sat alone on the pavilion, in front of him was a stone table, a chessboard, a lamp, and a cup of tea!
The tea is still steaming, and through the scattered moonlight in the sky, you can clearly see the haze floating in the void!
Snapped!
Xiu handed a black chess piece, and the very gentleman dropped a chess piece on the board. As the chess piece fell, the chaotic endgame became more and more confusing.

"Earth Ming?"

"Did you intervene too?"

After the chess pieces were settled, Mr. Wei stopped paying attention to the chessboard, but raised his head to look at the full moon and the stars, and murmured.

The battle of the blood-dark barrier has now become the key to affecting all living beings in adversity. As a veteran of the Jianghu, the Xuanhuang Sancheng feels that he is very gentleman, so of course he should care about it.

What's more, he also knows that the situation of this battle affects the junior he cares about the most, and this kind of concern has become more meticulous and serious.

"It looks like you're in a hurry to settle so early!"

"That's not in your character!"

Slightly resting his eyes, people feel very gentleman's face, the wheel cover is under the dark night, it is dim and unclear, and he can't see clearly.

The outcome of the blood-dark battle was about to be known. Dongmen Xuande's sword would definitely destroy the main boundary point of the formation. Once this point was broken, the suppression of the barrier would be lost.

The people in the remaining places can display their real combat power. By analogy, when the time comes, gather the strength of the group and break the enchantment only in the palm of your hand.

But at this critical moment, the intervention of Emperor Yuliang and the entry of Gu Xinglei really forcibly prevented this story that was supposed to draw an end.

For this way of describing things and the purpose of doing so, in the eyes of others, there may be some doubts and ignorance, but for Renjue, who is also a fairy.

This is simply, deceiving one's ears and stealing the bell, rubbing on paper, it's almost a matter of straight talk.

"In this world, there are not many people who can change your original intention, or even hide your true nature! I wonder who it will be this time?"

Renjue Weijun frowned, revealing a hint of curiosity. As disciples of the same immortal sect, although their feelings for each other were not harmonious enough, even now, they have turned against each other.

But this force can't stop them from understanding each other, even because of each other's calculations and plans, under certain circumstances, they may understand each other more than they understand themselves.

Therefore, this time, the matter of the Blood Dark Crystal Pagoda was planned so hastily, it was really unexpected for Diming, who had been planning before moving, and the rules and regulations were calculated and outlined rigorously.

"I don't know, is it Senior Brother?"

As he said that, he felt a momentary hesitation on his face, and the lazy look of Yu Xiaoyao in the past flashed in his mind, and then shook his head again, denying his guess.

"Or, is it our master?"

As soon as these words fell, Renjue's eyes revealed a ray of light, illuminating the night sky, his eyes were dark and dark, as if there were endless stories hidden, and ruthless coldness!
"After that year, your departure was quite strange. They only thought that you were guilty of being a thief and dared not stay in Xianmen!"

"However, now that I think about it, why can't it be that he left you with the heaviest arrangement before his death? In order not to let him down, why did you choose to forbear?"

The whispering voice, accompanied by the long night, disappeared into the emptiness of the air. Only people felt that the reflection was very ecstatic, as if it was staying in the lake water, and it never seemed to be deflected.

"Nine Heavens Xuanzun!"

"Earth Underworld Ghost Truth!"

The looming murmur, slowly swaying with the breeze, is just the complicated emotion in it, how many people in this world can understand it!
At the same time, under the mysterious Yellow Spring three thousand feet down, the blood is dark and ups and downs, the world of mortals is surging, sweeping the waves, the waves are endless!
In the mysterious Eternal Night Theater, there is a mysterious figure, dressed in a black robe, with a gorgeous appearance, and the luxurious clothes wrapped around his body, making him look extremely noble and elegant!
The figure sitting in front of the piano suddenly began to vibrate at a very high speed. With the dancing of the fingertips, the beating notes burst out from the luxurious piano keys!
Soothing and extreme intersect, elegance and vulgarity are like a struggle against fate, and like a child looking at the sky, with yearning, but more ignorance and admiration!
The mysterious music, with the beating of the mysterious figure, the ups and downs become more and more obvious. Beside the gorgeous piano, there stands a half glass of red wine, which is as bright as blood. At this moment, it is gloomy, flickering and swaying!
thump, yeah, no, da, thorn, sting~~~~~~~
Countless unknown notes flowed out with the ups and downs of the keys, but the meaning in them, but no one knew, no one could understand, until the last moment.

Perhaps the person who plays the qin changes his mind, and the sound of the qin also changes, becoming clearer and easier to understand!
Through complex notes, the result of translation is: "Eternal Night is the light that reflects eternal life, baptizes all peoples, and honors the palace."

As the poem horn fell, it seemed to mark the end of this gorgeous performance, and it came to an abrupt end.

The sound of the piano has stopped, and the playwright does not see any action. Instead, he lowers his eyes and closes his eyes, as if he is remembering, but more of it is reflection, reflection on the mistakes just now, reflection on the melodious past!
After a while, he slowly got up, and his gorgeous robe was completely exposed in the air, showing its true appearance, just like the sun god Apollo, holding the scepter of ghost truth, and his temperament was even more noble. cast!
After getting up, the playwright flicked his sleeves, a flash of light flashed, and the piano disappeared. He paced slowly and walked to the place where the red wine was placed. He picked up the glass and put it on the corner of his lips.

After taking a sip, the playwright frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the wine in his hand, and then he put the glass down.

"Puppet one!"

With a soft cry, Puppet One walked slowly, and as he walked in, the puppet on his fingertips stopped turning because of fear.

"God of the Underworld!"

When he got closer, the clown puppet bowed down to worship, and let out a soft cry, his expression was filled with indescribable admiration, and he didn't even have any doubts about the playwright of Yongye calling him here!
The playwright didn't seem to have seen the respect of the clown puppet, but just stared at the swaying red wine, as if in a daze, and as if he didn't know where to start.

"Do you know where Li Fan is going?"

After a long time, the playwright spoke again. His voice was very unique, just like the sound of a piano, crisp and melodious, very beautiful!
"Li Fan has been away for a long time. Although I have searched carefully, there is still no result!"

Hearing the playwright's inquiry, the clown puppet replied tremblingly. It could be seen that he had a heartfelt fear and admiration for the playwright of Yongye!
(End of this chapter)