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Song Qianji borrowed the jade phoenix flute of Ziye Manjusri at the Grand Ceremony of Huawei Sect.

Xiao's voice is hoarse, and the more it blows, the more lonely and cold it becomes, like an ice spring swallowing, and a new wind blowing snow.

And this purple bamboo piccolo is only half as long as the jade flute.As soon as the flute sound comes out, it is clear and agile, like a hundred birds contending in spring.

The two people of Xianyinmen were startled when they heard the sound, and felt even more strange.

He Yun had a bad heart, and immediately searched for the storage bag, and wanted to change a musical instrument for the other party.

Most of the sound repairers of Xianyinmen regard their musical instruments as extremely precious.I have used the qin, se and pipa myself, and I never want to lend it to people who don't know how to play.

Although this bamboo flute is not a high-level instrument, it is small and cute in appearance.When the suitor sent it, she accepted it and never played it.

When someone came to borrow it, they subconsciously borrowed "appearance goods" that they had never used.

She didn't know such a tone.

This sound is too soft and light, and it can't suppress the spirits at all, but it seems to be an accompaniment to their singing.

Previously, the repertoire they played was mostly hurried and generous, and Jingmei was hardly affected.

Under the interference of Jingmei singing, the benefit of Tianyin technique to martial arts and law cultivation is even more limited, at most it only plays a role in relieving and regulating breath.

Song Qianji tried a few notes, but seemed satisfied with the tone, so he played it directly.

The sound of the flute flew out, soft and misty, like a gurgling spring stream full of moonlight.Among the rippling water, the silver light is finely broken, and the clear spring knocks on the stone, ding ding dong dong.

With the help of this "momentum of spring water", Jingmei's singing voice climbed higher and higher, becoming more and more sharp, and the attack became more rapid.

Mu Xia exclaimed, and hastily put on a stack of new talismans, Jingmei's nails almost tore her protective shield apart.

Other star positions are also under double pressure.

Liu San shouted: "Brother Song, why don't we stop bragging about it, it's just to cheer them up."

Song Qianji turned a deaf ear to it and just played the flute.

The spirit is full of madness, the minions are soaring, and the long hair is like a whip.

There were endless complaints in the formation.The priest scolded loudly, the casual cultivator cursed, and the female cultivator complained repeatedly.

He Yun gathered his energy and listened carefully for a moment, but his expression changed from weird and worried to surprised and joyful.

"Wonderful." She opened her thin lips under the veil, and spit out two words.

After finishing speaking, he sat on the ground, called out a piano and put it on his knees.

"Zheng!"

A piano sound, soft and melodious.

This is not her piano, but she is confident that she can play it very well.

At this time, among all the female cultivators of the Immortal Music Sect in the cave, whoever has not been taught by her when practicing the piano.

The sound of the piano is intentionally echoed, drawn by the sound of the flute, and gradually merged.

Song Qianji was playing the flute and couldn't speak, so he could only use aura to transmit sound.

So He Yun heard the man's voice faintly, as if standing behind her and talking:

"Don't listen to the noise, just listen to my music."

She settled down.

Singing is noise, the voices of companions are noise, the sound of wind, water, trees, and fighting are all noise.

In her world, suddenly only that person could be heard playing the flute.

The sound of the piano poured out.

If the sound of the flute is like the moon shining on the spring stream, the sound of the piano is like flowers falling on the water, ethereal and soft.

"Is this the time to play music? One player is enough for us..." Before Lao Zheng finished speaking, one of the two maces in his hand was knocked out, and the door opened wide.

Jingmei is close at hand, I thought it was necessary to take a solid blow and break a few bones, but Jingmei who was fighting with him suddenly turned her head and bit the neck of the same kind.

Yin Zhu shouted: "The sound of the music drove them completely crazy!"

Some of the spirits are completely demented, fighting without rules and regulations, as if they can't feel pain, and attack each other with the most vicious and cruel moves.

Another part of the more crazy attack formation.

Mu Xia immediately summoned the harp to play with the qin and flute.

The sound of the song is loud, like a spring breeze blowing across the mountains.

The night was vast, and the heavy and cloudy clouds were gently pushed aside by the wind, revealing the bright moonlight.

After Song Qianji played it once, he knew that the female cultivator who played the piano was very intelligent and comprehensible, so he didn't need to teach it again.

He put down the bamboo flute, showing a lack of strength.

The sound of the harp and the qin are endless, and after two times, they are already proficient and getting better.

The Jingmei who attacked each other suffered heavy casualties, and the spirits of the people in the formation were lifted.

Old Zheng laughed loudly: "If we can make it through the night, it means that the seven of us together are worth a Midnight Manjusri!"

Liu Sandao: "Well said, in the future we will walk in the world of comprehension and report our names, and we will all be well-known heroes." He suddenly changed his words, "Uh, there are good girls."

"Thank you, you two fairies." Hanbi yelled towards He Yun and Mu Xia, "I just saw the true ability of Xianyinmen today, and it really is amazing."

When adversity turns into prosperity, we share hardships first and then share joys, and the great sense of accomplishment and joy overwhelms everyone.

Usually 1 people are not used to it, but now it is pleasing to the eye both horizontally and vertically.

Seeing that Song Qianji's star position was not moving, he was most worried about him.

Old Zheng said: "Song Daoyou, you preside over the formation and have been busy all night for everyone, can you still hold on?"

Liu Sandao: "Brother Song hold on for a while longer, the sky is about to dawn. Boss Yan has hidden a jar of Dayan Sect's 'Purple Jade Brew', I'll steal it out and treat you to drink!"

"Why don't you say invite our sisters? The two fairies of Xianyinmen work hard, don't you invite them?" Yin Zhu said with a smile, "Song Daoyou, their cave is smelly, a bunch of smelly men. Why don't you go to our side and drink some spirits?" Tea smells the fragrance of flowers."

Everyone was fighting to the extreme, talking and laughing without restraint.

Before dawn, the spiritual energy of the people in the formation will be exhausted, their faces will be pale, but their eyes will burn like sparks.

A scream sounded.Under the order of the leader, Jingmei gradually regained her sanity and retreated ahead of schedule.

The dawn breeze blew over the corpses and dismembered bodies.

This bloody night ended with everyone returning home with a full load.

Wuxiu and Faxiu gained benefits in combat skills and techniques, and Yinxiu got a piece of music.

Song Qianji has withdrawn the formation.

Everyone was extremely exhausted physically, but they were excited and unwilling to leave, as if they had met each other for too long, exchanging their experience of defending against the enemy together.

Liu San wanted to pull Song Qianji to drink.Song Qianji used the scabbard to clean up the discarded array materials:

"I still need to tidy up for a while, everyone go back to rest first, tomorrow night will be another fierce battle."

One night passed, and his Xueren knife never came out of its sheath.

After hearing the words, everyone left one after another, eager to go back to meditate to recuperate, sort out their experiences, and even brag to their colleagues.

After a while, Song Qianji heard footsteps behind him.

It was the female cultivator of the Xianyin sect who came back again.

She stood on the messy battlefield, her skirt was stained with blood, like a failed flower.

"This fairy, the bamboo flute has been returned to its original owner."

The nun shook her head: "I'm not here to ask for a flute."

Across the fence, Song Qianji couldn't see her face, but could only feel that the other party's breath was not stable at this time.

I guess I'm too tired tonight.

Don't want what the flute wants.

"This piccolo is for you." He Yun said.

Song Qianji smiled, with a slightly comforting tone: "No need. I don't need it anymore."

"You mean, you won't play that song in the future?!"

Her voice suddenly rose, as if she had been hit by a huge blow, and her figure was on the verge of falling.

Song Qianji was stunned, and blinked: "It's just a piece of music, it's just improvised, and it ends when you're happy, why should you be persistent?"

"That's all... why bother to be persistent, why bother to be persistent." The female cultivator murmured.

The two were separated by two feet, but Song Qianji felt the deep sorrow, resentment, and resentment pouring out of each other.

"Does it have a name?" the nun asked.

Song Qianji looked at the moon and thought for a while: "Just call, Huayue Luoyun."

Ever since he entered the secret realm, he was farther away from the fields and closer to his previous life. Only the moon in the sky has always followed him neither far nor near.

"Huayue Luoyun, what a good name." The nun said.

She lowered her head and blinked, tears falling down suddenly.

The lonely and boundless wind and snow breaking the formation song is the demon that made her draw the ground into a prison.

The lingering and gentle Huayue Poyunqu is the moonlight that rescued her from death.

The completely different tunes should be written by one person.

The master-student relationship was frozen, and then the master changed drastically, rushing into the secret realm, dangerous at every step, and sleepless at night.

Until tonight someone said: "Don't listen to the noise."

"What happened to the fairy?" Song Qianji was startled, a little scared.

Why did you suddenly cry after talking well.

I should not have met Pengci.