Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The lips became lighter and lighter, and the steps became slower and slower. Sometimes it was a gentle breeze, sometimes it was a violent storm.

It was this feeling that made Yun Qiyou intoxicated.

However, that was all.

This was the communication between their souls, without any flaws that could be desecrated.

After a long time, the two stopped showing off their affection late at night, and quietly snuggled together, enjoying this last tranquility.

Suddenly, Yun Qiyou said, "Xiaochuan, Xiaoyou wants to play the piano. We haven't had the piano and flute together for a long time."

Ye Xiaochuan said, "It's so late, I guess it will disturb the senior sisters in Yuanshui Xiaozhu below."

Yun Qiyou suddenly said in a coquettish tone for the first time in her life, "Xiaoyou doesn't care, Xiaoyou wants to play the piano now! Xiaoyou wants to play the piano and flute with you now!"

Once a cold woman like Yun Qiyou starts to act coquettishly, her lethality is irresistible to any man.

Seeing her angry look at the moment, Ye Xiaochuan was actually a little dazed, and then said: "Play, must play, who dares to disturb the people, I will beat him to death!"

The big hole that was smashed by the Baishan clan leader last time was repaired by the diligent disciples of Cangyun Sect two days ago, and painted with new paint. The smell of paint has not completely dissipated.

However, the disciples of Cangyun Sect are very thoughtful and added a lot of spices to the paint to cover up the pungent smell of paint.

So that now there is still a faint fragrance in Qingluan.

Yun Qiyou took out the demon-suppressing ancient zither from the ethereal bracelet given to her by Ye Xiaochuan and placed it on the round stone table in the center of Qingluan Pavilion.

Ye Xiaochuan also took out his Huangquan Biluo Xiao.

The origin of this zither and flute is extraordinary. Like Wufeng Zhanchen, they are both magical weapons with a lot of entanglements.

These two magical weapons were once owned by Ziwei Emperor of the Heaven Realm. Later, Ziwei Emperor gave Huangquan Biluo Xiao to his good friend Donghua Shangxian.

More than 20,000 years ago, the decisive battle on earth left the Qin and Xiao in the world.

Later, Huangquan Biluo Xiao fell into the hands of Huangquan Old Man.

Huangquan Old Man practiced the magic of the dead, digging out the heart and seeking eternity.

However, he met the Fairy Yaoqin who possessed the ancient Qin that could suppress demons.

He fell in love and was punished by the heavens, aging day by day and year by year.

Now, apart from these two magic weapons, the only traces of Huangquan Old Man and Yaoqin Fairy are the eight words "Huangquan Biluo, Zimo Hongchen" left on the rocks at the ends of the earth in the South China Sea.

The sound of the Qin sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The sound of the Xiao followed closely.

However, the songs performed by these two recognized Qin and Xiao masters at this moment seemed a little disappointing.

It would have been fine if Ye Xiaochuan had not spent much time studying the way of rhythm, but Yun Qiyou had put a lot of effort in the way of rhythm, and her attainments in the way of rhythm were already good enough.

However, the sound of the piano at this moment was not as quiet and clear as the one she played in the past.

It was not because she was distracted by Ye Xiaochuan's flute sound, but because she herself had a problem.

The root cause was the love between the two of them before.

They were all young people, and their moods had not yet completely calmed down, so the sound of the piano and flute performed by them also had flaws.

However, these two magic weapons were rare musical treasures after all.

The fluctuating emotions of the two were quickly smoothed out under the music.

Gradually, the two of them entered the state, as if they had merged with the instruments in their hands and the illusory music.

The problem of disturbing the people that Ye Xiaochuan was worried about finally happened.

The first to fall was the Yuanshui Xiaozhu below the Qingluan Pavilion.

It was late at night, and there was still an hour before dawn. Everyone was sleeping or meditating, and they were awakened by the sudden sound of the piano and flute.

If it were an ordinary harp and flute, the sound would not travel too far, but the Huangquan Biluo Xiao and the Zhenmo Guqin were both musical treasures. Even if they were not activated by true power, the sound they produced would still travel farther than ordinary harps and flutes.

Therefore, the Elders' Court, Discipline Court and other important places of Cangyun Sect in the north of Yuanshui Xiaozhu were also captured.

At first, the harp and flute sounded ordinary, but soon it gradually became better.

All the Cangyun disciples who were awakened by the sound of the harp and flute knew that it must be Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou who disturbed their sleep in the middle of the night.

Because other people simply could not perform a beautiful song like the sound of nature.

After a song of high mountains and flowing water, the hearts of the two were completely calm.

Then the sound of the harp changed, becoming gentle and soft, and seemed to have a bit of sorrow.

The most surprising thing was that many Cangyun disciples also heard the singing of a woman.

"If there is no fate, why smile?

In the six realms, there are many bodhisattva beings.

Only I can meet you, and we are connected in the dark.

We are tied together for three lives and seven lifetimes.

If there is fate, the ashes will not be rekindled.

The lamp flowers fall, and I shed silent tears.

Three feet of snow fell overnight, and my hair turned white.

You went to Xiaoxiang without turning your body..."

It was Yun Qiyou singing!

In the past, Cangyun disciples only heard that Yun Qiyou's voice was kissed by an angel, and his singing was so beautiful, but not many people really heard Yun Qiyou singing.

Tonight, the elders of Cangyun Sect within a few hundred feet of Qingluan Pavilion were really blessed to hear Yun Qiyou's singing.

This is a sad and lingering love song, telling the story of a couple who have been resentful for three lives and seven lifetimes.

Because of the ending of the love-hate relationship between men and women, this song is even more sad.

"Who said let go easily, just eleven strokes.

The wind rises and falls, wasting all the years.

Lowering eyebrows and brushing sleeves, the moment of beauty.

The stars are shining, and the shadow is facing the horizon.

Three lives, reincarnation for a thousand years.

Seven lives, vanity in a blink of an eye.

The lonely lamp is my companion in the clear night, the moon is high.

The shadows in the dream are scattered, and the light sorrow is all over.

The starry sky tonight is brilliant, like a picture of the mountains and rivers.

I only hope to accompany you for a thousand years.

Three lives and seven lives, the fate is heartbreaking.

I only hope to accompany you for a thousand years.

In the world of mortals, what does longevity matter?

I only hope to be with you for a thousand years..."

After the song was finished, the lingering sound lingered in my ears.

The sound of the zither and flute had not yet dissipated, and the sound of the phoenix and the crane suddenly rose again.

Wangcai and Fugui were seen circling up from the Yuanshui cottage below, making the legendary sound of the phoenix and the crane, which slowly flowed in the sound of the zither and flute, adding more elegance.

The sound of the zither and flute continued to be performed, and the phoenix and the crane continued to sing and drink.

No one stopped it. Everyone who could hear the sound of the zither and the song lay on the bed, quietly listening to this rare masterpiece.

No one knew , this time, the harmony of Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou's piano and flute seems to have become a masterpiece. For a long time in the future, the world will never have the chance to see the elegance of the harmony of piano and flute again.

After tonight, the sky will fall and the earth will split, at least for Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan.

If they knew that this was the last peaceful night for the two of them. Maybe they would not be here tonight to split their emotions and play the piano and flute, but choose to do something more meaningful. But who can predict what will happen tomorrow?