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Since the Dengwen Conference, "Song of Wind and Snow" has become popular in the world of self-cultivation, and various adaptations have emerged one after another, and it has become the repertoire of all major fairy banquets.

Most people think that this song was composed by sages in ancient times, but Fairy Miaoyan brought this song back to life.

She is the well-deserved "second author", the person who understands this song best in the world.

Song Qianji has been nesting in the thousand canals farming, far away from the world of comprehension, not knowing the twists and turns.

He had only heard a certain ensemble version at Liu Xianguan in Hongfu County next door, and it was said that it was also adapted by Fairy Miaoyan.

He pointed out the fallacies without mercy.

Liu Xianguan was very embarrassed, so naturally this matter did not spread.

At this time, the sound of the pipa came fiercely.

The phantom of the phoenix bird swooped in, and the golden feathers stood up like flames.

Everyone in Qianqu was tense for a moment, and they clearly felt that the temperature in the hall was rising and the air was scorching hot, as if a real fire was burning around them.

When the fire was imminent, the sound of the flute suddenly sounded, at first it was low, very quiet, very soft.

If there seems to be nothing, it is like spring wind blowing rain, and it is sprinkled finely.

The phoenix shadow was washed away by a light rain, and the coolness rose like an invisible barrier, covering the disciples of Qianqu.

Meng Heze was sweating on his forehead, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and said via voice transmission: "We are still working so hard, so what should Senior Brother Song do? Why don't we kill it as soon as possible!"

Lin Feiyuan put away her usual unsparing expression, and said solemnly: "Wait a little longer, he is still stable."

Except for Song Qian's disciple Qianqu behind the fuselage, the other guests only felt that the sound of the music blended harmoniously, not like a fight, but seamless and exciting.

Many people chanted in harmony, as if they were in the middle of the song, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was moving more and more smoothly.

Miao Yan hooked and picked with her fingertips, and the sound of the pipa was like climbing a peak, reaching a dangerously higher level.

For a moment, in front of everyone's eyes, there was a lonely peak and a cliff, like a sword pointing at the sky.

That night by the lakeside, He Qingqing played "The Song of Wind and Snow", which is better than the true feelings and sincerity, directly expressing the heart, touching the heart.

It's like a person walking alone in the world, facing heavy wind and snow, making enemies with the whole world.

But she doesn't have the mellow skills that Miao Yan has practiced hard for many years, and she doesn't have the dual blessings of "Phoenix Terrace" and the Great Formation of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

In terms of the power of the music itself, it is the strongest at this time.

I saw Song Qianji's expression was relaxed, and with a turn of the flute, he turned over the dangerous peak like walking on flat ground.

The peaks dissipated in front of everyone's eyes, only the wind blowing and the clouds moving, and a drizzle wet the fallen flowers.

"I don't understand. The sound of the flute is obviously not as loud as the sound of the pipa." Meng Heze asked Lin Feiyuan, "Did Senior Brother Song lose the wind?"

He had heard Lin Feiyuan's singing in the Song Academy, one person changed his voice into several people, male and female, thick and thin, and he knew that the other party had a little understanding of the way of sound.

"That's not the case." Lin Feiyuan frowned and said, "The five elements of the 'Phoenix Terrace' belong to fire, and the sound on the surface is clear and bright, like a phoenix singing and a phoenix singing, but in reality it is as violent as a phoenix spitting fire.

The jade flute borrowed by Song Qianji has a cold texture and a cold tone, which seems to have the effect of purifying the heart and exorcising demons.The two are against each other, and Fairy Miaoyan can't bargain for it for the time being. "

Meng Heze came to a sudden: "So Senior Brother Song doesn't use the 'Qijueqin', and just went to borrow the flute?"

"'Qijueqin' is the magic weapon of the Qin Immortal. Once it is played, the spiritual pressure can restrain all instruments. Using it against the descendants of the Xianyin Sect, it is suspected of bullying others, and it is easy to fall into the trap..."

When Lin Feiyuan said this, she cursed at Song Qianji's back:

"When is this? Are you still acting like a gentleman in a tight siege? Are you so sympathetic?"

"Brother Song didn't pretend to be a gentleman." Ji Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead, the sound of the pipa made him sweat profusely, "I believe he is a real gentleman!"

Under the big formation, the outside of the hall was full of wind and clouds.

On the Qiankun Hall, the red silk fluttered, the jade case shook, and the green ant spirit wine in the cup swirled with the sound waves, causing ripples.

When the sound of the flute gradually became stronger, the golden phoenix broke through the face of the pipa and soared nine days.

With the sound of a crane chirping, the white cranes raised by Huawei Sect monks broke through the clouds and danced gracefully, followed by birds of prey such as goshawks and black eagles flapping their wings.

Numerous birds such as orioles, magpies, and cuckoos in the forest come out of their nests, fly to the branches, and sing loudly.

"Hundred birds face the phoenix!" Someone exclaimed.

Even though it was deep winter after the snow, all the birds in Huawei Mountain were awakened and sang together to support the music of the pipa.

The supporters of Miaoyan are in great momentum:

"At the Dengwen Conference, Fairy Mengzhi's zither also attracted all kinds of birds, but compared to Fairy Miaoyan, she seems to be prosperous and ostentatious."

"Fairy Miaoyan is unmatched!"

The sound of the pipa is as chilling as a knife, like a charging horn, and thousands of bird songs rush into Song Qianji's ears.

If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul Realm, the sea of ​​consciousness would have been washed away by now, and he would be labeled an idiot.

"Miaoyan is crazy." Feng Ziyi hurriedly covered Baihu's ears.

The guests were not targeted by the killing intent in the song, but the spirit beast was more sensitive to the sound, and the white tiger flicked its tail frantically, almost losing control.

In fact, Miaoyan was not feeling well, the flute sound wrapped around her like a big net, she wanted to get rid of the control, but felt that she was gradually approaching the limit, like the taut strings were about to break.

Song Qianji's smile faded.

The sound of the flute is hoarse, and the song of the wind and snow enters the second chapter.

The rain cleared, the wind blows the snow, and the birds are whining.

Jin Feng collapsed again, Miao Yan's face was pale, and her brows were slightly frowned.

"Senior Sister Miaoyan, I will help you!"

Behind He Qingqing, a female cultivator in a pink skirt suddenly got up and summoned a blue and flowing piano.

"Zheng!" The sound of the piano suddenly sounded, like a long sword splitting like a pipa and a jade flute.

"Fairy Mengzhi is here too!" someone shouted.

There were three fighting sounds for a while, and the pressure of Miaoyan was relieved, and she was able to breathe.

She gritted her teeth tightly, feeling ruthless in her heart, and poured her spiritual energy into the pipa!

Amidst the sound of wind and snow, Feng ming shouted down the west wind!

Meng Zhi gradually became unstable when she plucked the strings, and her figure was on the verge of falling.

"I didn't expect Song Qianji to be so powerful that he could fight against two without losing the wind."

Suddenly there was a sound of cracking silk, which was extremely ear-piercing, interrupting the harmony of the music.

A "feather string" on the piano broke.

In the Immortal Sound Gate, the Yinxiu holding the zither, flute, and harp stood up together when they saw this:

"I'll wait to help Senior Sister!"

The same as music cultivation, the deeper the Tao, the more aware of the dangers in the music.

Miao Yan is not alone at this time, she represents the entire younger generation of the sect.

She must not lose.

People stood up one after another, and various musical instruments joined the ensemble, and the colorful lights of the magic instruments illuminated the hall.

The sound suppressed the clouds, and the air shook the sky.

Xianyinmen unites as one.

The ensemble is not simply adding and subtracting, each musical sound is superimposed, and the power will be multiplied several times.

Amid the magnificent ensemble sound, the pipa's momentum rose sharply.

The power of the formation is stronger with the help of music, and the five peak masters of Huawei Sect concentrate on pouring their spiritual energy, and the sea of ​​clouds is full of waves.

The chaotic clouds shattered into pieces like snowflakes.

Under the clear blue sky, it seemed like a heavy snow had fallen.

Song Qianji frowned slightly, and the jade flute on his lips trembled slightly.

Meng Heze trembled with anger: "They are so unreasonable, everyone beat my brother?!"

At this moment, he only hated himself for not being able to help because he didn't know the sound channel.

Someone argued strongly: "Song Qianji dares to speak provocatively, so he must be prepared to challenge everyone in Xianyin Sect."

"Let's fight out?" Meng Heze asked via voice transmission.

"Wait!" Lin Feiyuan's face sank like water.

"Still waiting?" Ji Chen scratched his hair.

"Wait!" Lin Feiyuan shouted.

Everyone stared at Song Qianji, and saw an unnatural flush on his face, as if he was about to vomit blood and pass out in the next second.

He closed his eyes.

Song Qianji was indeed affected by the formation, his blood was surging, and his chest was full of tightness.

The sound of the flute is encircled, and the more you walk, the more lonely you become.

But this powerful momentum of unity of one mind made him gradually get better.

He closed his eyes, decided to forget where he was, and just wanted to have fun and enjoy himself playing.

He hasn't touched an instrument for a long time.

The texture of the jade flute is smooth and refreshing, like a sword.

At the end of the ensemble, the sound waves are rolling all around, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless in front of you, and there are countless pursuers behind you.

He stood alone between the sky and the earth holding a cold sword, facing the sky-covering frenzy alone.

Fighting for three thousand miles alone, one sword once blocked a million divisions.

Song Qianji shouted happily in his heart!

The sound of the flute was completely out of control!

Suddenly like an iron horse stepping on a glacier, suddenly like a thousand trees and pear blossoms.The kaleidoscopic changes are endless.

A few strings were broken, and muffled hums sounded from the Xianyin Gate one after another.

No matter how hard it was to hold on, the three or four music repairmen fell to the ground.

The sound of the phoenix flute in the hall moved, the wine cup on the jade case burst, and the five-colored carp danced wildly in the sea of ​​clouds.

The guests were shocked and speechless.Some people gradually felt that it was difficult to breathe, and they dared not listen any more.

Song Qianji's thoughts floated out of the Qiankun Palace, and his spiritual consciousness sank into his own "boundary".

This time the end of the mainland is not a snowfield, and there is no encirclement and suppression by thousands of troops.

He saw the wind blowing the wheat waves, a sea of ​​gold in the sun.

This is his "boundary" in this life.

He opened his eyes.

In an instant, the world springs back.

Plants revived!

Song Qianji felt a surge of vitality pouring into the Lingtai.

The "Fountain of Immortality" that he sprinkled on the old trees of Huawei Mountain last night was rewarded thousands of times.

"Zheng!" The Phoenix Terrace broke the string, and Miao Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing down on her skirt.

The formation has blended with her music, and those who urged the formation suffered backlash at the same time.

The phantoms of the flowers in the sky suddenly scattered, and there was a sudden chaos. The spirit energy in the sea of ​​clouds collided violently, and there were bursts of thunder.

The ensemble collapsed, and the Xianyinmen Orchestra returned home.

The sound of the flute remained the same, Miao Yan stared blankly at the broken string, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Senior Sister!" All Yinxiu looked at each other miserably, feeling a burst of despair.

Suddenly the sound of the piano sounded again.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked, who would dare to fight Song Qianji at this time, and die? !

He Qingqing flicked the strings of the qin, and sang softly to the sound of the flute: "A journey of wind, a journey of snow, there is no cold or heat in the immortal bones of the king, and we will meet again in a thousand years, just like the evening..." *

Her voice is graceful, not murderous.

The glamorous and beautiful face also seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light.

The clouds and snow stopped outside Qiankun Hall, the warm sun shone, and the breeze blew gently.

The sound of Song Qianji's flute gradually faded along with the sound of the piano.

The wind and snow swords disappear, "the lonely sails are far away, the shadows are clear and the blue sky is gone", and the qin and flute return to one place.

The song is over.The hall was silent.

Influenced by such shocking music, the five senses of the monks were extremely sensitive.

It's like when you are practicing epiphany, you can clearly hear the sound of the wind, the sound of birds, the sound of the sea of ​​clouds, and the sound of the five-color carp slapping the end.

And the sound of flowers blooming.

——Crack, crack.

Like a burst of bubbles, the tender buds burst into full bloom.

"The flowers are blooming!" Li Ying turned her head and said pleasantly.

Not just one flower, all the flowers in Huawei Mountain are blooming.

In the sky and on the ground, the sea of ​​flowers is endless.

The world was full of vitality, and all the monks couldn't help cheering when their swollen and blocked spiritual veins became unobstructed again.

"The flowers are blooming, well blooming!"

"My barrier is loose, and I can break through when I go back today."

"So I've never heard real fairy music before..."

The disciple of Qianqu was closest to Song Qianji and benefited the most.Then came the people around Song Qianji.

Song Qianji handed out the jade flute: "Thank you very much."

Ziye Manjusri was stunned, and Qing Zhai quickly took it:

"No thanks, no thanks, Song Xianguan is too polite."

"I don't know when I can hear Song Xianguan play another song?" Zi Mo said with cupped hands.

All the students in Qingya smiled and praised again and again.

Ji Chen muttered in a low voice: "This has become too fast. Just now, I wish I could be eight thousand miles away from us."

Everyone in Huawei Sect was pale, and Zhao Taiji's face was livid, with blood overflowing from his lips.

Affected by the sound of the music, he contributed the most, and put all his spiritual energy into the formation. When the formation was chaotic, he suffered the most serious backlash.

"The sound of the pipa is broken, why are the peak masters vomiting blood, and the head master's complexion is not good?" Li Ying said suddenly, "It's the big formation of the sea of ​​clouds! I felt something was wrong just now. It's not easy to stop at the end, why is there still a big formation Cheer..."

The disciple behind her hastily leaned over and tugged at her sleeve: "Little Martial Uncle, even if you know it, you can't tell it! It's embarrassing for her!"

Li Ying said loudly again: "You are right, can I pretend not to see it?"

"Okay, little master uncle doesn't care what he says, childish words are not taboo, there are a lot of masters in charge, and I won't blame you for your unintentional mistakes!"

These few lines sang together, and all the guests couldn't help covering their faces and sniggering.

The affiliated sect of Huawei Sect wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, so they forcibly endured it, their faces turned red.

Zhao Taiji coughed lightly: "The practice went wrong the day before yesterday, and I suddenly felt something when I heard the fairy voice. I forced out a mouthful of bruises to relieve the stagnation. It's very normal. What does it have to do with the formation?"

It's okay if he doesn't explain, but he deliberately explains, but wants to cover up.

Xu Yun secretly hated him.

"Fairy Miaoyan is tired today." Xu Yun changed the subject, "Hurry up and help Fairy go to the back hall to rest!"

He also suffered backlash, and new wounds were added before the old wounds healed. He wished to cut Song Qianji into pieces, but he could only smile on his face.

Then everyone passed the female cultivators of Xianyinmen and looked at Miaoyan.

I saw Miaoyan's hair in a messy bun, lost her soul.

"It turns out that she is not perfect all the time." Feng Ziyi thought to herself.

"Thank you Song Xianguan for your mercy..." He Qingqing got up and saluted, "I didn't use Master's 'Qi Jue Qin' to teach us."

Song Qianji nodded: "No thanks."

The other fairies of Xianyin Sect turned pale, they looked really miserable.

When a beauty is in trouble, it is the easiest to arouse pity.

Admirers of Miaoyan resented this:

"This Song Qianji is too much! Since he is so capable, he shouldn't compete with others. It's agreed to stop at the end, and the strike is so ruthless, it's not the demeanor of the strong!"

After being reminded by He Qingqing, he remembered that Song Qian still carried the "Qi Jue Qin" on his fuselage.

If he was really in trouble, he would not be able to beat the ensemble of a hundred Miaoyan and a thousand disciples of the Xianyin sect even if he exchanged the jade flute for the piano.

They were left speechless.

Song Qianji suddenly said: "Sorry, what I said just now is not accurate, the rhythm is not a small way."

As soon as he spoke, everyone felt complicated——

What's the use of apologizing now that the beating is over?

After today, everyone in the world knows that there is no one in the younger generation of Xianyinmen who can do it except for the elder sister.

Miao Yan forced a smile and said: "Song Immortal officials don't need to apologize, they also present gifts for the wedding banquet..."

Now that the matter has come to an end, the other party handed over the steps, and she has no reason not to walk down.

She is good at turning things around and bringing this vicious fight to a peaceful conclusion.

"I mean, what you cultivate is the path." Song Qianji interrupted her.

Miao Yan's voice stopped abruptly, her face was like gold paper, her lips were bloodless.

Precision strike.

Some people value fame more than life or death.

Letting them lose their aura and make a fool of themselves in public is more uncomfortable than letting him suffer a thousand cuts.

"Song Qianji really beat Fairy Miaoyan!"

"It's not just Fairy Miaoyan, if it weren't for Fairy Qingqing, Xianyin Sect really wouldn't be able to come down today!"

"Fairy Qingqing has outstanding talent. Although she is young, she has come from behind. She deserves to be a true elder sister."

Miao Yan's mind was buzzing, and she didn't want to listen any more.

She took a deep breath, lowered her head and put away the broken pipa.

The maid was worried with tears in her eyes, and stepped forward to help her, but she heard her muttering to herself: "It's not him, it's not him, it's really not him..."

What is "not him"?

Miao Yan staggered and almost fell.

Just at this moment, there was a shrill scream from the apse!

Wei Zhanyang was covered in blood, staggered to the front hall, and shouted: "Chen Hongzhu is crazy——"

A fiery red shadow followed closely behind, and Chen Hongzhu held the "Hundred Flower Killer" with a murderous look.