My masters are all over the world of comprehension

Baiyujing Langya Pavilion, where the group's voices will compete.

According to rumors, the group voice competition originated from the last ascendant - Baiyue Xianjun.

400 years ago, the cultivation world was trembling with fear under the control of Fengdu Demon Lord. Immortal Bai Yue sealed Fengdu Demon Lord with his life after ascending.

Langya Pavilion, it is said that it was once the place where Baiyue Xianjun obtained Taoism, and someone found Baiyue Xianjun's Lingqin in the pavilion.

Later, it was called Baiyue Xianqin.

From then on, Langya Pavilion became famous all over the world.

There is an endless stream of people who come to visit every year. When the reputation was not obvious at the beginning, many people had the idea of ​​playing the Baiyue Xianqin, but the Baiyue Xianqin has a spirit, and those who touch it without authorization will be shattered by the sound of the piano.

But there have always been many monks who want to gain the approval of Baiyue Xianqin and become its master.

So with the intervention of the sects of the major aristocratic families and chambers of commerce, it gradually evolved into a group music event where many cultivators gather.

Langya Pavilion will only be opened during group music competitions.

Located in the southeast corner of Baiyujing, the entrance is an open and spacious dojo that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. A nine-story Langya Pavilion stands in the center of the dojo. The top floor of the attic is where the Bairi Xianqin is placed. He clearly saw the fairy piano fluttering behind the white gauze.

A few days before the opening of the Langya Pavilion, monks surrounded it. As soon as the gate of the pavilion opened, they rushed to squeeze in, just to find a place to stay in the dojo.

The group music competition will last at least ten days, and the dojo will always be crowded with people during these ten days. There is a square piano platform in front of Langya Pavilion for the music practitioners participating in the competition.

The group sound conference is a gluttonous feast for the sound cultivators. They practice diligently and practice day and night for such a day. A rising star who has just blossomed.

According to the usual practice, from the first day to the sixth day is the competition time for casual cultivators and small and medium sects.On the stage was a young casual cultivator, and the sound of a flute attracted a hundred birds to surround him for a long time. This rare and wonderful sight surprised everyone present.Although this casual cultivator is young, he has perfectly integrated the music, spiritual breath, and state of mind.

Some people in the room closed their eyes and meditated on the spot, and they actually realized that the state of mind of the unity of the human heart broke through the Nascent Soul in one fell swoop.

The golden light is dazzling, attracting the envious eyes of many people.

Dao Yanzong occupies the southeast corner of the dojo, which is a place with a good view. The disciples saw this scene and commented: "There is something in the song, there is something about this loose cultivator."

Lin Qiubai gnawed on the melon and said, "It sounds good."

It is said that outsiders watch the excitement and experts watch the way, Xiu Zhaoxuan nodded and said: "Yes, he breathes long and skillfully, he should have practiced this song no less than a hundred times, he is talented and hardworking, and he will definitely have a place for young talents in the coming year."

Yu Zexi frowned and snorted coldly: "It's only mediocre to make others angry."

While talking, he discovered this piece of uncut jade, the lord of the Lexian Sect had already taken the initiative to accept him as a direct disciple, and there were other elders of the Yinxiu sect beside him, who also wanted to solicit, and finally scattered cultivators Le Xianzong was not chosen, and the same elder left.

Seeing this, the disciples of Dao Yanzong commented: "The fish leaps over the dragon's gate."

This is also the reason why casual cultivators flock to the group music conference. Even if they don't get the approval of Baiyue Xianqin, they may be recruited as guest ministers by aristocratic families or sects, or they may be accepted as disciples because of their talents. .

The goldentail lost its scales again some time ago, and its body was fatter than before. Lin Qiubai struggled to hug him, so he didn't take him with him. He poked Xiu Zhaoxuan and asked curiously, "Why don't you see Master?"

Xiu Zhaoxuan pointed in a direction, and there were a few looming figures behind the curtain on the eighth floor of Langya Pavilion: "Master is a specially invited judge, do you see it? The people sitting there are all famous music cultivators."

A disciple of Dao Yanzong interrupted: "The judges are on the eighth floor, and the Baiyue Xianqin is on the ninth floor. This is the first time I have seen such a weird piano."

Immediately someone echoed: "It is true, you have spoken to my heart."

"I've never seen a piano that doesn't use strings and is black and white."

Several people gathered together and muttered.

Lin Qiubai concentrated on cracking walnuts. Due to the high temperature in the scorching sun and the continuous tent above his head, everyone crowded in a cool place. Gradually, they found that Lin Qiubai's side was the coolest, but they didn't expect it to be the most yin body, and it didn't hinder them. They had to squeeze towards Lin Qiubai without any trace.Xiu Zhaoxuan was squeezed several times, and couldn't bear it anymore, and put on the tone of a big brother: "Is there still no end? Are you maggots? Can you still dance when you hear the sound?"

The disciple of Daoyan Sect laughed dryly: "Brother, the one who heard the sound and danced was the snake."

Xiu Zhaoxuan glared at him, and all the disciples immediately became honest.

Lin Qiubai whispered: "Hearing the sound, dancing is the chicken, and hearing the flute dancing is the snake."

Xiu Zhaoxuan had veins throbbing on his forehead, and slapped him with a walnut: "Eat yours."

The time came to the eighth day without knowing it, and it was finally the turn of the disciples of the great sect to compete on stage. The number of people in the dojo was almost doubled. The Langya Pavilion was surrounded by old trees with their canopies raised, and the rhododendrons were in full bloom under the trees. There are clusters of clusters, large expanses of red ocean, which look like red waves under the sunlight, and the fallen flowers are colorful when the breeze blows.

Immortal mounts gather at the entrance of the dojo, and many rare and rare mounts can be found here.

The monks who come and go are all immortal monks.

Soon it was time for Yu Zexi to play. He was from a wealthy background and was taught by Daoist Hongyu. People before were very different.

With a slight nod to the audience, the rhythm of his wrists trembled like running water.

On the attic, the Baiyue Xianqin, which had been silent for many days, made a soft sound, but it only sounded once, and then fell silent again.

Everyone was immersed in the melodious melody, and some people had already started to meditate cross-legged, but Xiu Zhaoxuan frowned more and more as he heard it, until finally two deep wrinkles formed between his brows.

Dao Yanzong's disciples were puzzled: "Senior brother plays very well."

Xiu Zhaoxuan shook his head, and said only one sentence: "Junior Brother Yu's strength is far more than that."

Sure enough, when it was time for the judges to comment, everyone didn't speak because there was Master Hongyu, and Master Hongyu didn't show mercy, and pointed out in one sentence: "Zexi...you have regressed."

Yu Zexi's face was pale, and he was on the verge of falling.

In the end, he walked off the stage in a daze, not even hearing the surrounding Dao Yanzong disciples comforting him.

But Xiu Zhaoxuan knew a thing or two.

This junior has always been diligent and hard-working, and he wanted to aspire to the great way. He practiced in closed doors day after day, year after year, but in the end, his mind became narrow-minded. First, he was rejected by Immortal Chunyang, and then he was hit hard and did not recover. , and later came the matter of Lin Qiubai's apprenticeship. Yu Zexi has always been smooth sailing, and it is inevitable that he will be unbalanced, and of course he will perform abnormally.

After all, it is a teacher and a mountain top. Seeing that Yu Zexi seemed to be deeply shocked and in a trance, Xiu Zhaoxuan patted him on the shoulder with a serious expression: "Come to me tonight, and I will talk to you."

Yu Zexi's voice was dry: "Okay."

Suddenly aware of a prying gaze, Lin Qiubai, who had recovered his spiritual sense, turned his head and looked at Duan Jingsheng's gaze. The other party did not expect him to be so keen, and was slightly taken aback, showing a warm and hearty smile.

Lin Qiubai frowned, this smile made him feel very familiar.

In fact, as a person with scandals all over the cultivation world, Lin Qiubai has received a lot of spies these days, but for some reason, Duan Jingsheng always brings him a feeling of deja vu.

Next, the lingering song of the disciples of Hehuan Sect quickly attracted his attention.

These days, the intricate and confusing four-corner relationship between the four members of the Acacia Sect is a hot topic. Fairy Charming's pipa made everyone feel hot and blood boiled. Fairy Bingqing came on the stage immediately after, obviously for the purpose of fighting in the ring, and the sound of the flute was like a breeze blowing through everyone's hearts. Take away the heat, but the fire of gossip is not extinguished, but intensified.

After the two fought each other, the atmosphere just reached its peak of excitement. At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "It's Yu Chuci——"

All the melon-eaters looked over in unison, and Yixi could see the excitement and eager anticipation in their burning eyes.

They moved their eyes and saw five red horses coming in a sedan chair with a canopy. The blazing flames distorted the surrounding air. Everyone exclaimed and gave way in all directions. When the sedan chair stopped, Second Young Master Yu got out of the car first, followed by Yu Chuci who wore a curtain on his head.

Such an appearance is not inconspicuous.

What's more, Yu Chuci abandoned the simple and dignified Daoyanzong robes, and instead changed into a luxurious coat with silver rust and gold silk from the Yu family. He walked to the stage calmly and calmly.

Seeing that he was so calm, those who were optimistic about Yu Chuci couldn't help forgetting the hearsay rumors, and they all stood up and shouted loudly.

Yu Chuci first saluted in the direction of Daoist Hongyu.

Daoist Hongyu sat behind the curtain, he frowned deeply through the double curtain, his palms couldn't help tightening, how much he trusted and loved Yu Chuci once, and how regretful and painful he was later.

The extravagant gown further accentuated his magnificent figure. Yu Chuci took out his natal qin. The body of the coke-tailed qin, which was made of treasures from the world and the earth, has a smooth and gentle curve, and the aura of the whole body is not ordinary at first glance. Everything.

He hung his five fingers on the piano and flicked lightly.

The crystal clear strings vibrated as expected, followed by the dancing of his fingertips, and the sound of the strings flowed in everyone's ears like a winding stream.

The people who had been discussing a lot quieted down one after another, listening intently with bated breath.

Yu Chuci played cross-legged, the sound of the piano was not in a hurry, and gradually brought everyone into the sound of the piano. His piano skills were extremely expressive. In just a short moment, everyone present shook their heads as if drunk, affected by the surrounding atmosphere. Infected, advanced monks can't help but beat along with the scale, and their clear eyes gradually become obsessed and focused...

In the attic, Baiyue Xianqin also seemed to be awakened, and catered to the melody.

The timbre of the Jiaoweiqin is mellow and soothing, and its rhythm is like pearls falling on a plate, lingering endlessly.

The crowd was fascinated by it, and those with lower cultivation levels shook their heads and wondered what evening it was. The advanced monk also gave up resistance after realizing the loosening of the realm, closed his eyes and became intoxicated.

The disciples of Daoyan Sect have long been addicted to the sound of the piano, but Xiu Zhaoxuan and Yu Zexi have ugly faces, and they tend to be dignified after carefully distinguishing the music.

Xiu Zhaoxuan is well-informed. He comes from the royal family of the mortal world. The royal treasury has many historical and ancient books. He pondered: "This is not an ordinary qin song. If I guessed correctly, it should have been lost for a long time. "Three Devils"."

The Three Heart Demons originated from a casual cultivator with dark spiritual roots. After being disapproved for falling in love with a disciple of a famous family, he was not only beaten with clubs, but also chased and killed by the family.The dark spirit is basically the opposite of the yang spirit root, and it is recognized that the spirit root is the easiest to breed demons. Therefore, after a series of changes, he fell into the demon way and became a demon cultivator. Playing at the door for three days and three nights, more than 1000 members of the aristocratic family were extinct, including of course the disciple of the aristocratic family who fell in love.

After taking revenge, the Dark Spirit Root Loose Cultivator also committed suicide.

Afterwards, Xin Mo Sannong's manuscript was tossed and turned several times, but it is not known where it fell.

Thinking of the rumors about the magic song, Yu Zexi was also very dignified: "It's a pity we can't interrupt him now."

The Three Demons is a magic song that prys out and provokes the hidden desires of the heart. It starts with a very common tune, so it is difficult for people to distinguish it. It is not until the middle of the play that the hidden fangs are uncovered. If left alone, once the song is played to the end Everyone will bleed to death from the seven orifices.

But in fact, it is too late at this time. If the intervention is imposed, it will lead to the listener's madness.

This is also the reason why the sound cultivators on Langya Pavilion were helpless and did not intervene.

And because what is provoked is the desire in the bottom of the heart, the weaker the state of mind, the easier it is to be deceived.

To everyone's ears, what Yu Chuci played was simply Sanskrit and fairy music.

There were quite a few Foundation Establishment disciples present, as if their souls had been ingested, their expressions were excited, they didn't know what kind of dream they were immersed in, their pupils were dilated, they swayed from side to side in a daze, and blood slowly dripped from their noses without knowing it.

Daoist Hongyu felt regretful in his heart, he couldn't believe how he could regard such a rotten and vicious person as Bai Yueguang who accompanied him.It never occurred to Yu Chuci to play the magic song at the group music conference out of revenge, and actually wanted to drag all the people present to hell.

He was really blind.

At the same time, on the high platform, Yu Chuci looked down at the crowd who were fascinated by the magic song, and felt an incomparable malicious pleasure in his heart.

That's it.

That's how it should be.

He should be the one who gets the most attention.

Yu Chuci's rebirth went smoothly all his life, but he didn't expect that he was plagued by cold and illness, and then self-defeating, which ruined his most proud appearance. He was about to form a contract, but his true face was revealed. Liar, he will never forget the contemptuous and disgusting gazes of everyone in Hongguang Palace, and now he will feel the pain on his face all the time, and he dare not take off his veil to look in the mirror at all.

Second Young Master Yu treated him well, but like his own father, he had countless confidants.

Under the impact of this series of incidents, his heart gradually became dark and distorted.

Especially after learning that Lin Qiubai actually reshaped the spiritual root.

The pus and venom from his internal organs flowed out uncontrollably.

Obviously he is the reborn heaven's favored son, why is he reduced to the current situation?

So when he got up one day and found this trilogy of inner demons in front of his bed, he didn't care how the manuscript came about, so he decided to take revenge.

He wanted these people to taste the unforgettable bone-eating pain he experienced.

Then he wanted to ask Daoist Hongyu if he regretted treating him so ruthlessly!

Daoist Hong Yu really wished he could slap him to death at this moment.

Seeing the song gradually reach its climax, the music masters sitting on the Langya Pavilion also became anxious, not to mention whether there are any friends or relatives of them in the audience, if tens of thousands of people are here today, it will cause a lot of trouble. Such a catastrophe will definitely have a great blow to Yinxiu's reputation in the end. Maybe Yinxiu will be feared by others in the future, and his status will plummet from then on.

It can be seen that Yu Chuci's mind is vicious.

But the heart demon trilogy has been lost for a long time, even they can't think of a way for a while.

If you interrupt it hastily, it will make everyone on the scene go crazy. At that time, the true energy will rush into the veins, and tens of thousands of people will kill each other in chaotic minds. At that time, it will be impossible to control.Even if he survived by luck, and later remembered that he had killed a fellow student or a friend, how would Dao Xin be frustrated?

Sitting in the midst of the tormented and helpless Almighty, Hushang Daoist has always been unique, he drank half a pot of sake, and joked: "Hongyu, you have missed this time, I thought it was a little white rabbit, but I didn't expect to grow a mouthful of iron." Tooth, can't wait to jump out and take a bite? Fortunately, I didn't form a bond with him, otherwise it would be a bloody misfortune for eight lifetimes."

Only then did everyone remember that Master Hongyu and Yu Chuci had another story, and they almost became each other's Taoist couple.

Daoist Hushang: "Why don't you sacrifice yourself, form a contract with him, and persuade him to turn around?"

Master Hongyu's forehead was throbbing with blue veins: "...don't talk nonsense when you're drunk."

After all, he couldn't help but look towards the place where the disciples of Daoyan Sect were sitting. He thought that Lin Qiubai would also get lost in the sound of the piano, but unexpectedly found that the other party was bowing his head and knocking walnuts with A small cloth bag filled with peeled walnut shells.

Lin Qiubai bought hand-peeled walnuts, but there were still some hard skins without cracks inside, so he took out a sword from Qiankun's sleeve to open the walnuts.

Master Hong Yu's eyelids twitched.

At the same time, the magic song reached its climax.

All eyes are on him, the sound of the piano suddenly rises from low to soft, just like the bloody night owl piercing through the rainy night, it sounds like the sound of nature to those who are immersed in the music, but it is like a piercing and sharp sound to those who are sober. Howling, like a blunt knife raking meat, can't help but give you goosebumps.

The enchanting magic song has the power to penetrate the heart.

The organizers around the high platform were the first to bear the brunt. These people generally have no resistance at the level of Jindan or below. They are still standing but their bodies have been hollowed out.It was supposed to be a horrifying and weird scene, but everyone present was unresponsive, their expressions numb and dazed, and they still stared blankly at Yu Chuci on the stage, not noticing anything wrong.

Now the dojo is extremely weird.

Tens of thousands of people were quiet and silent, and no one made a sound. They all stared at Yu Chuci on the stage fascinatedly, their eyes were slackened like walking dead who had lost their souls, and the scene was unspeakably horrifying.

Xiu Zhaoxuan thought hard about the solution, but found nothing. He almost bald his hair, and comforted himself: "There are still three days. It is said that "Three Lanes of the Heart Demon" has thousands of pages, and we still have three days and three nights to think about it." Time to figure it out."

Yu Zexi was also at a loss: "As long as the thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties."

Lin Qiubai shared some of the peeled walnuts with them: "Eat some walnuts to nourish your brain."

The two thanked each other. Yu Zexi was deeply shocked and was in a state of self-denial. Instead of the cynical and sarcastic attitude at the beginning, Xiu Zhaoxuan ate the peeled walnuts and glanced at the Langya Pavilion: "Yes I don't know if Master and the others can think of a way within three days, there should be hope for brainstorming."

Yu Zexi nodded.

Lin Qiubai rubbed his cheeks: "There are not three days, only one hour."

Xiu Zhaoxuan was taken aback: "Why do you say that?"

Lin Qiubai put down his hands: "There is still an hour before it's time to ring the bell."

After hearing this, the two of them turned pale.

There is a Donghuang Bell Tower in Baiyujing, which is located in the southeast corner. It tells the time at a fixed time. There will be a full eight beeps at the end of the day. The sound can be heard throughout Baiyujing. It is only two streets away from the Donghuang Bell Tower. The sound of Chu Ci.

And once interrupted...

When tens of thousands of people go mad, what a crowd of demons will dance around.

They could hardly imagine it.

Yu Zexi's face turned pale with fright, and he muttered to himself: "What should we do now, what should we do..."

Xiu Zhaoxuan forced himself to hold back: "I'll go and negotiate with the clock tower to see if I can stop telling the time."

As soon as he moved, the voice transmission of Daoist Hong Yu came to his ears: "Sit down, don't move rashly."

Xiu Zhaoxuan froze.

Before he could explain the reason, Daoist Hongyu came again with a second voice transmission: "The Eastern Emperor's bell tower has leftover spiritual protection, and even monks in the Mahayana period can't get in half an inch, and there are still a group of people who guard the bell tower. You can't see the beginning and the end, you can't see them." The matter of the clock tower telling the time is exactly what they are having a headache.

After hearing this, Xiu Zhaoxuan immediately withered.

Daoist Hongyu didn't know what to say, so he could only tell: "Protect your two juniors."

At the same time, the scale of Yu Chuci's piano sound is rising steadily, like a series of strings of penetrating sound lines that penetrate into the hearts of those who resist with irresistible temptation. In an instant of chaos, he quickly meditated and resisted.

Xiu Zhaoxuan felt the cool and delicate touch from his knees, he lowered his head, staring blankly at Lin Qiubai lying on his lap, leaning on his thigh and smiling at him.

He couldn't help reaching out to the face.

Before he could touch it, a shocking erhu sound pierced in the next moment, and exploded in his ears like a tearing silk——

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