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Outside Qianqu City, gunfire raged and smoke filled the air.

In midsummer, the sky over Hongfu County was overcast, and warships were shrouded in chilling wind.

The Qianqu Formation is blessed with luck and golden light, like a fortress that cannot be attacked for a long time.

Meng Heze and Wei Zhenyu led the disciples of the Song Academy to fight to prevent the monk Yuanying from displaying magical powers in the air.

The Qianqu reinforcements headed by Xiaohua Weizong dragged the monks on the ground to attack.

The remaining monks of Xianmeng wanted to take the opportunity to attack the city, and had to face the intensive attack of artillery and firecrackers.

Three days later, all factions in the Righteous Path Immortal League were damaged, and no one was willing to be cannon fodder.

"Those mortals have enough gunpowder and take turns to fight, but we need to restore our spiritual energy."

"Master Zhao Feng took half of the people away, and we need to think long-term about breaking the city."

"Return to Hongfu County first, and ask Master Xuyun for instructions!"

The sun was overcast and the wind was black.

The gloomy clouds on the Xianmeng battleship were gloomy, and some people had already begun to withdraw.

"The power of Qianqu's firearms is greater than we imagined. Our spy got the news that Qianqu still has [-] iron puppets, which are extremely hard and precise in structure, and can move freely by consuming spirit stones. The puppets don't have pain perception, but they have metal puppets. The power of monk Dan."

"Only Qianqu can make this kind of weapon to restrain monks. First, they have the Lingshi mine, and second, they have Song Qianji's permission."

"We underestimated the wisdom of mortals. Even if we can capture Qianqu this time, we will have to pay a huge price. I'm afraid the gain outweighs the loss."

In order to reduce casualties and costs for one's own side, and seek victory while maintaining stability, Yuan Qingshi, the disciple of Xu Yunzuo, put forward a strategy.

"Evil monks, from now on, as long as you make great contributions to the battle of righteousness, it will be enough to offset the wrong things you did in the past. From then on, you will be guest elders and enjoy the worship of the sect." Hua Weizong announced.

The evil cultivators moved upon hearing the news and came from all directions.

They were promised a lot of money, and they were entertained by good food, wine and food in Hongfu County. They immediately tried their best to scold in front of Qianqu City, throwing poison and smoke in turn.

All of a sudden, outside Qianqu City, the evil wind was blowing, crows were flying, the ground was scorched, and poisonous insects, snakes and ants were rampant.

The reinforcements were overwhelmed.Chen Hongzhu posted a sound reinforcement symbol and shouted: "You are colluding with evil spirits and heretics, and you are calling the righteous way in vain!"

"Junior Sister, you are so naive. Special means should be used in special times, and only the winners can write history. Don't be obsessed with your obsession, leave here now and go back to Huawei Mountain. Master is still waiting for you in Qiankun Palace." Yuan Qingshi advised .

Xiaohua Weizong's disciples were so angry that they scolded Xianmeng for being shameless.

"It's a good thing they figured it out." Wei Zhenyu shook his head.

No matter how frantic and evil cultivators they are, as long as they are successful in participating in the battle of Qianqu, they can get huge rewards and be able to start a new life.For the evil monks who shouted and beat everyone and hid in Tibet, it was undoubtedly very tempting.

Meng Heze: "I have dealt with these demons and heretics before, so let me go."

"Once upon a time? When?" Wei Zhenyu wondered.

"What do you think?"

Wei Zhenyu came to a sudden: "Sanshengshi?"

Meng Heze said angrily: "Just know it, you don't need to say it. Qianqu hunting team, put on the miasma-proof talisman, follow me to fight, and follow my command!"

Meng Heze can point out the flaws and loopholes in various evil schools' techniques and the flaws in their moves, even with his eyes closed.

The Qianqu hunting team is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, beating ghosts and wolves on the opposite side.

Suddenly Wei Zhenyu said in a loud voice: "Dear friends who have come from afar, listen to me!"

"What are you doing? Peace talks!" Meng Heze asked via voice transmission.

"You continue to fight, don't worry about me." Wei Zhenyu replied via voice transmission.

Wei Zhenyu continued to speak loudly: "The monks of the righteous way are insidious and cunning. For the sake of the reputation of the righteous way, you will never recognize your contribution. Once Qianqu City is broken, turn around and you will be the next to clean up. If you don't believe it, think about it in history. When is it not like this."

Someone in the city shouted: "You think we are stupid, Hua Weizong swears that it will keep its promise!"

"Who swore the oath, can he represent Huaweizong? Even if he dies according to the oath, others can still do it. Oh, he doesn't have to die, he can first give you the spirit stone, magic weapon, and elder position to fulfill his promise Afterwards, let the same door kill you again. Once Qianqu City Gate is broken, this place is full of righteous monks, can you still escape?" Wei Zhenyu sincerely persuaded, "Don't fall into the trap of righteous monks! Look back! Look, you are here fighting to the death, but they are enjoying the cool in the cloud boat!"

Meng Heze shouted: "Wei Zhenyu, stop talking nonsense, I just exercised my muscles and bones, and I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Having said that, he also knew that he couldn't completely push the enemy into a hurry.If the opponent's will to fight to the death is stimulated, it will consume one's own combat power.

Meng Heze shouted ferociously, while deliberately revealing the flaws in the battle formation, so that the enemy had a way to escape.

Wei Zhenyu said again: "Meng Heze, I know you are powerful, but our enemy is only the 'Righteous Dao Xianmeng', and these fellow Taoists came here because they were deceived by traitors. God has the virtue of being good at life, just let them go." Let's live."

Meng Heze: "Heaven has the virtue of loving life, but I don't have it. Whoever dares to come to Qianqu to be presumptuous will only have a dead end."

Wei Zhenyu: "I hate your appearance the most! Oh, there is a gap in the southwest, fellow Taoists, hurry up and rush out."

One of the two sang the red face, the other sang the bad face, playing Qianqu Errenzhuan.

The evil people were beaten by Meng Heze and provoked by Wei Zhenyu at the same time, they couldn't support for half an hour, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

The crows flew away, the poison receded, and the world returned to clarity.

The cheers of Qianqu City were like a sea, and Meng Heze returned in triumph.

……

In the largest and most gorgeous cloud boat in the sky above Hongfu County, people from various factions of the Zhengdao Xianmeng gathered.

Everyone discussed countermeasures together, frowning and waiting.

Finally, when a phantom appeared out of thin air, Yuan Qingshi hurried forward to salute: "The poisonous smoke and mist thrown from the sky were all blocked by the formation. I also tried poisoning the water source in Hongfu County, but after the Hongfu water flowed into the Qianqu, the first It has to go through a set of water purification formations. Song Qianji personally led the water and opened the canals back then, and made a lot of arrangements."

"To the north of Qianqu is the poisonous miasma forest. The people of Qianqu hunt in the forest with guns all day long, dealing with all kinds of poisons. Poisoning can't deal with them, and the group of evil cultivators have also been repelled by Meng Heze. Master, this disciple has nothing to do. .”

All factions agreed on the surface, but in their hearts they complained against Huaweizong.With Xuyun's power to transform gods in half a step, if he can come here in person, why not worry about the gate of Qianqu City being broken?What is Xu Yun waiting for?

"You are now the leader of the Immortal League, and even the number one in the world. Please think of a way."

"So far, we have consumed tens of millions of spiritual stones. The mortals in Qianqu don't need to replenish their spiritual energy. We can't consume them."

Xu Yun's shadow was projected on the wall, appearing extremely tall.

He said slowly: "You have forgotten that there is an invisible, colorless but infinitely powerful thing that cannot be stopped by any formation."

"Is there such a thing in the world?"

Xu Yun said lightly: "Voice."

After saying that, with a wave of the sleeve robe, the ghost image dissipated.

When everyone was in a daze, they suddenly heard someone outside the cloud boat communicate loudly:

"I hope Fairy Shu arrives—"

I saw the colorful clouds, the veils fluttering, and more than a dozen beauties, smiling like flowers, holding musical instruments such as qin, se, lute, and harp.

Fairy Wangshu came in a Wujin car, extraordinary and refined.

Yuan Qingshi was overjoyed: "Master really knows everything like a god!"

As soon as Fairy Wang Shu arrives, the hearts of Zhengdao Xianmeng will be settled.

Colorless, invisible and powerful, isn't it the sound attack technique of Xianyinmen?

Wang Shu is Xu Yun's friend and the current head of Xianyin Sect.

After Qin Xian fell and Jiang Yun died, she was the No. 1 voice in the world.

Everyone gathered on the deck of the cloud boat to watch Fairy Wangshu set up the piano platform and burn incense to pray to heaven.

"My song is called "Great Tragedy"." Wang Shu said calmly, "When the song is about to end, Qian Qu's power of faith is weakest. You need to seize the opportunity to break through Qian Qu's formation."

Yuan Qingshi said happily: "If you have worked hard, you will live up to your painstaking efforts!"

The cloud boat moved and approached Qianqu.

The ethereal sound of the piano floats down from the clouds, like an autumn rain hitting the tiles, bit by bit, one after another.

"What song is this? It's really nice." Qianqu people raised their eyes to the sky, their eyes showing confusion.

The world is shrouded in the melancholy sound of the piano like autumn rain.

The sound of the zither gradually became stronger, and the flowing clouds gathered together, covering the blue sky with blackness, like pressing on people's hearts.

Everyone in the Xianmeng had been prepared for a long time, but they were still attracted by the music.It seems that when I hear this song, I think of all the sorrows in the world.

Life is meaningless, practice is meaningless, and fighting is even more meaningless. Everything is nothingness and nothingness, and will eventually return to dust.

I just want to be intoxicated in the sound of the piano, and I don't want to pay attention to the troubles of the world.

Seeing someone's eyes were wet, Yuan Qingshi shouted: "Quickly wake up! Keep your mind!"

Everyone was startled and broke free from the sound of the piano, and then they were overjoyed.

Fairy Wangshu's qin music is so powerful, these monks on my side will fall into sadness when they hear it, let alone the mortal Qianqu who was targeted by the Tianyin technique?

Ordinary people have no aura to defend themselves, and their souls are fragile. Once they are attracted by the sound of the piano, they will be attacked by grief and despair, wishing to bite their tongues and kill themselves.

After the news that Song Qianji was not dead spread, Qianqu's momentum was in full swing, and his power of faith became stronger and stronger.

But when this song is over, Qianqu will lose the hearts of the people and their fighting spirit will collapse!

"It is hoped that Senior Shu is here, they really have nothing to do!"

"This battle is a big victory, and senior Wang Shu should take the lead!"

Fairy Wang Shu heard the praise from all around, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her movements of playing the piano became more and more smooth.

Although she won Jiang Yun in the fight, the strength of Xianyinmen was greatly lost in the internal fight.Miaoyan and He Qingqing disappeared in a secret place again.

She just needs a big battle to secure her position as the leader, to prove that her faction is the orthodox of Xianyin.

Qianqu is quiet, like a dead city.

Wangshu's ten fingers are flying like butterflies wearing flowers.

The sound of the piano resounded through the heaven and earth, like a violent storm!

Zhengdao Xianmeng's momentum was greatly boosted, and they applauded loudly.

All the monks showed their magic weapons, gearing up, preparing for a big battle.

Yuan Qingshi said loudly: "Everyone! The qin music is about to end, today is the time when Qianqu City is broken, and follow me—"

Before the words were finished, a burst of singing suddenly came from the direction of Qianqu.

The singing voice was low and weak at first, like a child humming softly, and then it became louder and more lively, like a gurgling stream.

In the end, they merged into rivers and rivers, with great momentum.

Everyone was stunned.

"What are they singing?"

"It's so catchy, it should be a folk song."

The song rushed into the sky and hit the cloud boat. When everyone heard the lyrics clearly, their faces paled in an instant:

"My hometown is in the fields of Qianqu.

You ask if your hometown is beautiful, and the water in the small river is fragrant with apricot blossoms.

You ask how you are doing, and the barn is full of meat hanging on the beam.

You ask who is thanks to this, the god descended to earth is King Song.

You ask why you want to fight, the demons and ghosts are too rampant, too rampant..."

Wang Shu made a wrong fingertip, the strings became tense, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

She forcibly lifted her breath, the sound of the piano was raised, and she slipped dangerously through the trough and climbed to a higher peak.

Qianqu's singing continued, her voice getting louder and louder.

Tens of thousands of people roared in unison, and the sound wave was like a rolling flood, breaking away the dark clouds and sweeping across the world:

"It's a sunny day in May, and everyone is busy harvesting wheat.

How can you tolerate a vicious dog, how can you tolerate a wolf?

Don't shake your hands, don't panic, put down the sickle and fight!

Stand up and fight, set an example for my children, and honor my ancestors.

Let's work together to protect our hometown and protect our hometown.

Next year, the spring breeze will blow the willows and green, and we will gather in the fields of Qianqu again! "

"puff!"

The strings broke suddenly, and Wang Shu spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!"

"Fairy Wangshu!"

Everyone hurriedly gathered around, handed her the elixir, and passed the spiritual energy.

"Senior, don't worry, take the elixir first, heal the old wound, and fight again tomorrow." Yuan Qingshi said.

Hearing this, everyone thought of the battle between Wang Shu and Jiang Yun, thinking that Wang Shu's old injury had relapsed, and they all offered comfort.

Wang Shu wiped away the blood on his lips, his face was as pale as paper.

She put away the piano, helped the disciple beside her to stand up slowly, and shook her head sadly: "No, it can't be done. I'm going back."

Yuan Qingshi's heart sank, and he heard someone humming a song behind him, and couldn't help being furious: "The battle song of Qianqu is opposite, why are you singing along!"

The lyrics of "Battle Song of Qianqu" are simple and easy to understand, and the tune is catchy.When the song is repeated for the third time, thousands of people will sing loudly.

The monks of Xianmeng couldn't help humming along.

After being pointed out by Yuan Qingshi, everyone hurriedly locked their hearing and communicated with sound transmission.

But the melody of this song seems to be magical, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the magical sound is ear-piercing.Even if you can't hear it, it's still playing in a loop in your head.

The more I don't want to hear it, the clearer it becomes. No amount of sutras can get the phrase "It's sunny in May, everyone is busy harvesting wheat" out of my mind.

"Get out of my head and stop singing! Shut up!"

"How can you tolerate vicious dogs, how can you tolerate jackals~"

For a moment, the expressions of everyone in Xianmeng were distorted, and they were in great pain.

Wang was relieved, shook his head and said, "I don't blame you. Within the thousand canals, there is still a sound channel expert sitting in charge."

"How is this possible?" Yuan Qingshi was shocked.

At the Huawei Sect's wedding banquet, Song Qianji borrowed the jade flute to fight against the immortals alone without help.

None of the Qianqu monks he brought was proficient in rhythm.

"It's just an ordinary farming song, how can it break my Tianyin technique? This song seems simple, but in fact, every beat and every tone is designed by a master, which coincides with the circulation of Qianqu's spiritual energy and can borrow Qianqu's luck As long as I use the rhythm to attack, this song will mobilize Qianqu's spiritual energy to fight back. Who is this person?!"

Wang Shu couldn't figure it out, and everyone was even more puzzled.

Where can Qianqu find a master of rhythm?

Winning Wang Shu in front of the Wanjun formation is a great opportunity to become famous all over the world, why not come out and call the battle?

Everyone fell into confusion, only to hear a chuckle from outside the cloud boat:

"Who else is there, your good apprentice!"

The visitor was wearing a long blue dress, with high clouds on his temples, his face was like a lotus, and his face was as bright as a knife.

"He Qingqing!" Wang Shu's eyes were cold, "You are still alive!"

He Qingqing led hundreds of Xianyin disciples, stepped on the cloud boat majestically, and said with a loud smile:

"Wang Shu, Xian Yin Ling is here, why don't you kneel when you see the head?"

As soon as she spoke, the audience fell silent.

Wang Shu yelled angrily: "How come the Xianyin order is in your hands! Everyone in Xianyin listens to the order, and follow me to take down this traitor."

The confrontation between the two factions of Xianyinmen reappeared.

"Senior, don't get angry." Yuan Qingshi stopped between the two, "My master said before that in a war, unity is the most important thing, and personal grievances should be put aside."

Wang Shu looked around and saw that everyone turned a blind eye, as if he was judging the situation and had no intention of helping.

"Just now I vomited blood in public to show my cowardice, but they dared not express their views, but tried to stop me. Forget it, let this demon girl have her life first."

She wanted to spare He Qingqing, but He Qingqing didn't spare her:

"Wang Shu, you killed my master, do you recognize it?"

"It's me, I admit it, so what can you do?"

Wang Shu raised his head and smiled silently.

All comrades in the world are here, the shadow of Xu Yun will descend at any time, can you kill me?

The enemy is now, the situation is pressing, who will allow you to kill me?

Suddenly, He Qingqing also smiled: "I won't kill you, I want the world to be big, and you have nowhere to go."

……

The people of Qianqu didn't know the changes in the sky, and they were singing to celebrate the victory.

Si Xuezhupin organized the children of Qianqu College and taught them to sing.

Children walked through the streets and alleys, sang "Battle Song of Thousand Canals", and then sang "Song of Harvesting Wheat", "Song of Planting Wheat", "Song of Fishing", and "Hymn of Harvest Festival".

The singing is full of thousands of canals, and the more people sing, the more energetic they are.

"Mr. Zhu, you wrote these songs?" Wei Zhenyu stopped Zhu Ping.

"I wrote the lyrics, and a girl wrote the melody. I dare not take credit for it." Zhu Ping said with a smile.

"What kind of girl is she? Can she play the piano? Is she beautiful?" Wei Zhenyu frowned.

"I haven't heard her play before." Zhu Ping thought for a while, "It should be the daughter of a farmer. She is wrapped in an old cloth cloak, with short, rough hair and doesn't like to talk. She teaches singing to children in the college. Drums and gongs. As for looks, I'm a gentleman, so I can't stare at other girls' faces. But if she is really beautiful, she must have been known as a beauty long ago."

"Coarse sackcloth, plain clothes..." Wei Zhenyu shook his head: "Probably not. Forget it, it's okay. Sir, please be busy."

……

The "Righteous Way Immortal Alliance" troops were divided into two groups, one side failed to attack the city of Qianqu, and the other side did not get any advantage.

Zhao Taiji led his men to Bailongjiang aggressively, thinking that the wind and water would be smooth, but he was caught off guard by the local gang.

When they regained their composure and regained their strength, those people went into the mountains again like elves and wild monsters, and disappeared.

The small gangs who rely on the river to eat the river are familiar with the terrain and cover each other, but the various factions of the Xianmeng start to complain to each other.

What they don't realize is that this is just the beginning.

Then along the way, all kinds of miscellaneous fish appeared, and all kinds of traps and hidden arrows made it hard to guard against.

The Dayan Sect and the Huaxi Sect would confront them head-on. Some rogue cultivators knew that they couldn't fight head-on, but secretly made a stumbling block and ran away, never wanting to fight, which also made them exhausted.

Zhao Taiji had no choice but to summon Xu Yun for help.

Song Qianji and Xian Jianchen walked briskly.

The two climbed Ziyun Mountain, flew over the Liusha River, crossed the Bailong River, waded through the Snake Swamp, and crossed the Yumen Ridge...

Finally entered the snow field.

The snow field is cold and the wind is howling.

In the past two days, monsters such as lightning wolves, snow cloud leopards, and iceberg bears occasionally attacked the two of them. Song Qianji took this opportunity to hone his sword skills.

He has obtained five of Xian Jianchen's nine swords.Wuying, Chunqiu, living here, crossing the river, and missing the moon, like five friends with very different temperaments, chatting around him every day.

On the third day, even the shadow of the monster was gone.

The scenery remained unchanged, as if there were only two colors left in the world, blue and white.

Between the icy blue sky and the rolling snow-capped mountains, a shadowless sword passed.

In order to save aura, the Shadowless Sword did not fly too high.

A person on the sword said: "The journey is so long and lonely, come and sing a tune to relieve the boredom for the teacher!"

Yu Jian's white-clothed boy said: "I won't."

"Then tell a joke."

"I do not know either."

Xian Jianchen hissed lightly: "Tell me a story about the head office?"

Song Qianji thought for a while: "Have you ever heard of a mortal legend that asked Tang Monk to learn scriptures?"

"What's the meaning of the monk's story?" Xian Jianchen shook his legs, "Change to another one!"

Song Qianji: "But there are four people in this story who, like us, have been heading west."

Xian Jianchen: "The monk also has a sword, put it at the end of the continent?"

"A monk doesn't have a sword. A monk goes to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures to save all living beings."

Xian Jianchen became interested: "A young monk dares to make such an ambitious wish, please explain it carefully."

Stories are great tools to pass the time.

Sunset and moonrise, another day.

The moon in the snow field is extremely bright, illuminating the ice and snow like glass.

Song Qianji finished talking about ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties.

Xian Jianchen couldn't finish it, and asked him if there was any follow-up.

Song Qianji smiled: "Don't you think that there is a protagonist in this story who is very similar to you."

Xian Jianchen raised his chest: "As a teacher, he must be a golden cicada, who subdues the rebellious disciples and only wants to go west?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "No."

"Could it be Sun Wukong, 72 transformations, with piercing eyes?"

"Still wrong."

"That's Zhu Wuneng? Marshal Canopy, infatuated and passionate."

"Guess again."

"Sha Wujing! The rolling curtain general, the golden arhat."

"It's close, just a little bit closer."

"Hey, what are you doing, there are only four protagonists in total!"

"Oh, doesn't the white dragon horse count?"

Xian Jianchen was startled, and raised his fist: "So I'm a mount? Well you brat!"

Song Qianji dodged left and right, and the Shadowless Sword shook violently.

Song Qianji hurriedly controlled the sword and landed: "Hey, what are you doing! You want to hear the story yourself!"

"Dare to say that being a teacher is a mount, courting death!"

The Shadowless Sword fell to the ground, splashing a burst of snow and dust.

Amidst the laughter, Song Qianji's face suddenly changed: "Someone is here."

"It's finally here." Xian Jianchen put away his fists and looked at the black shadow covering the moon.

He laughed softly: "The mount is the mount. If there is no white dragon horse, no matter how powerful Jin Chanzi and the three disciples are, they will still not be able to go to the west, and they will not be able to retrieve the scriptures."

No matter how far the road is, it will come to an end.

No matter how many enemies there are, there will be time to kill them.

No matter how difficult the western sky is, it will eventually arrive.