Su Bian Cultivation World

Among the secluded bamboos, there is a piece of elegance and desolation.Under the sunset and evening wind, the straight bamboo branches rustle, and occasionally when the wind is stronger, bamboo leaves the size of a child's palm are blown from the branches, which are still green and green.

In the depths of this bamboo forest, there is a square cottage covered with thatch.This hut looks simple and simple, but it actually sits in the feng shui center of half of the academy, surrounded by bamboo forests, and a natural clear stream winds beside it. Small stones at the bottom can be seen at a glance, which is called water rising.

And if you enter this simple hut, you can see a number of precious musical instruments on display.Gold, jade, bamboo and stone flutes and flutes are hung all over the wall, and various silk and stringed instruments such as Yaoqin, Yueqin, Liuqin and konghou are also placed in the four corners.From the room where the musical instruments are placed, one room further in, you can see the man in Tsing Yi who is sitting on the futon with his eyes closed.

In the bamboo grove of Qinglong Academy, the center of Qinglong Academy, there are alien species that have accepted the legacy of the old Qinglong. Apart from Gongyi Bamboo, where else is there?

His bamboo hut seemed thin and desolate, almost like a blanket of sky and floor, with no cover and no cover. There was only a low back hill to lean against, and there was no outer wall.

But in fact, this house is located in the center of the mountain where the four elders of the inner sect live, and there are Yaofeng, Lefeng, Danfeng, Fufeng, Zhenfeng, Zhanfeng, etc. on the outside, which are indistinctly surrounded by peaks, almost torn down by half. A person from an academy protects the law for him.

Such a small house that looks empty is enough to be regarded as the safest place in the Three Thousand Worlds.

——However, there has never been anything absolutely safe in the world.

For example, the man who suddenly appeared in front of Gongyizhu now, the whole academy is not sure who has seen him.

He easily avoided half of the academy's disciples, and he didn't see any of the elders who had been guarding the Dharma in the peak.The academy, which has locked its doors now, failed to stop him from entering, and after this person appeared, he finally realized that the several Nascent Soul elders who tried to warn Gongyizhu were smeared on their necks before they opened their mouths.

This person broke into the hinterland of the academy as if he had entered the land of no one. He stared at Gongyizhu for a while with his hands behind his back, then walked around behind him and put his palm on Gongyizhu's vest.

All the consciousness sank into the dantian, and Gongyizhu, who was refining the Qinglong Daoyuan, suddenly opened his eyes, but it was already too late.

At this time, the two were sitting and standing, Gong Yizhu sitting on the futon was even covered by the tall man behind him, and the other hand pressed his palm on his back, and the palm only breathed out a little spiritual energy, and it was easy to force Gong Yizhu. Qinglong Daoyuan, who had just surrendered to Yizhu, rebelled in his dantian.

"You..." Gongyizhu vaguely glimpsed the corner of this person's dark green robe sleeve - or, without looking at the color of the clothes, this person's identity is already ready to be revealed, "Xuanwu..."

"I have closed the world for nearly a thousand years." The man behind said with a smile, "Thank you for remembering me."

When he spoke, his grasp of the output of spiritual energy was still very stable, and he connected to the recoil of pressing Gongyizhu's seven countercurrent meridians.Every time the aura is output, it just offsets the power of Gongyizhu's counterattack, and there is no waste of one point.

In this way, he systematically destroyed the meridians of Gongyizhu's body, constantly stirring up the drop of Qinglong Daoyuan in Gongyizhu's dantian, as if he planned to use the palm-sized dantian of Gongyizhu to hold a violent eruption. volcano.

In the time of a cup of tea, he has already destroyed half of the meridians of Gongyizhu's body, his attitude is not calm, and his shots are not cruel.

However, what is absurd is that the tone of his mouth turned out to be a complaint with a sense of being let down.

"Prisoner cow, prisoner cow, why do you want to take the burden of Qinglong's old man?" Xuanwu sighed, and asked slowly, "I have already let you go, and I will not take the time to intercept and kill you. Taotie went to provoke Yazi, why didn't you appreciate it all the time?"

Xuanwu said with great regret: "I still like the music of prisoner cattle in the past dynasties. You can't be as elegant and elegant as the music, and the outside and the inside are the same. Don't meddle in this kind of people who are pure-hearted and ascetic?"

He felt sorry for this point, but his subordinates showed no mercy at all. He cut off seven of Gongyizhu's heart veins in a single blow, forcing Gongyizhu's spiritual energy to burst out from the broken meridians, like an out-of-control meridian. Flesh and blood flowed into his whole body like a flood, forcing Gongyi Zhu to spit out a mouthful of scarlet heart blood.

With his heart pulse broken, Gongyizhu, who was struggling to support himself, completely lost control of his aura.Upward, the metal energy is sharp, and the front cannot be hidden, and it hurts the lungs of Gongyi bamboo; the green wood is out of control, and the roots and shoots are broken, directly destroying the liver and gallbladder of Gongyi bamboo.

In the blink of an eye, Gongyizhu's internal organs were twisted into a rolling ball by the tyrannical and out-of-control aura.

Xuanwu is really sorry.He said in pain: "Once the lung qi is vented, the golden sharpness flows, and Ling Ran's utterance can't last long. It's a pity, it's a pity, you will never be able to play such a fresh, melodious, melodious and mellow bamboo flute sound from now on."

Gongyizhu just opened his mouth to cough, and the patter of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth as if he didn't want money, and soon stained the green shirt on his chest.Gongyizhu said hoarsely with difficulty: "This is all bestowed by the king..."

Xuanwu's voice sank, it sounded as if he was sad because of Gongyizhu's words.After pausing for a moment, he was actually relieved and said: "I have always felt that the melody of the Yaoqin of the prisoner cattle clan is far better than that of the flute. Although the sound of the flute is broken, there is always the sound of the piano as a comfort."

Whoever said this should not be the perpetrator who opened his mouth.Even a person like Gongyizhu, who has a generous bearing and a demeanor like the sun piercing the sky, can't help but open his eyes, and the intermittent blood flow at the corners of his lips becomes more turbulent.

Xuanwu seemed to feel that he had almost destroyed the Gongyi bamboo, so he calmly withdrew it.At this time, Gongyizhu's always upright figure was bent like a shrimp, if it wasn't for Xuanwu still supporting his shoulder with one hand, he might fall down and feel exhausted on the ground.

"Your grandfather's flute sound is elegant and free, and your father's flute sound is clear and distant... I have never heard your flute sound, and I will never hear it again. The bamboo flute of the Gongyi line will never be heard again."

Xuanwu sighed, and slowly walked around to Gongyizhu, and squatted down in front of him, with a sad look on his face.But compared with his lamenting voice, the movements of his hands are too vicious and neat.

His five fingers were clasped like claws, without even the slightest hesitation, he inserted it smoothly into the dantian of Gongyi bamboo like a knife cutting tofu, and directly took the Dao source that had been boiling back in Gongyi bamboo for a long time.

Gongyi Zhu Junyi's face was already ashen, and his lips were stained bright red by his own blood, but they couldn't hide the pale and almost transparent lip color underneath.He was trembling slightly, feeling Xuanwu's fingers and claws unceremoniously stirring in the dantian, almost destroying most of his Nascent Soul foundation.

He finally faced Xuanwu head-on, and saw with his own eyes the man who had been mysterious for more than 1000 years in the rumors of the world.However, at this moment, Gongyizhu's vision was erratic and unclear, he could only see the mocking and apologetic smile on the corner of the man's lips.

Xuanwu pinched the drop of Qinglong Daoyuan, and said in great surprise: "So you emptied your Kun Zhiyuan long ago?"

"..."

"You should have told me a long time ago. If I knew that I didn't have to deal with you so hard, I might still be able to listen to your flute."

"..."

"Okay." Xuanwu spoke softly to Gongyizhu, he withdrew his fingers and claws, and that hand was covered with blood from Gongyizhu's inner organs to a layer of scarlet all the way to the wrist.Concerned about Gongyizhu's dying and lax consciousness at this time, he deliberately raised his voice, "Where did you put your Prisoner Daoyuan?"

Gongyizhu didn't say a word, he closed his eyes, as if his whole body had died.

Xuanwu smiled tolerantly.

"Okay, okay. In fact, I didn't intend to take your knife. You can keep it for yourself, as a gift from me to the old friendship with the prisoner cattle of all generations."

He let go of the hand holding Gongyizhu's shoulder, and Gongyizhu fell to the ground like a dilapidated puppet.

The floor of the thatched cottage is made of wood, and they are connected to each other. When the Gongyi bamboo fell, the stringed instruments placed at the four corners trembled at the same time.

Xuanwu pressed his blood-stained right hand to his heart, and a dark handprint was imprinted on his front.At this moment, facing the dying Gongyizhu at his feet, he said sadly: "Musical instruments have spirits..."

And so he left with his fresh booty, intruding as lightly and quickly as he disappeared, like a guest who got in the wrong place and soon found out he wasn't invited.

Gongyizhu, who was curled up on the ground, struggled to open his eyes. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and pressed his ears to the floor.After finally confirming Xuanwu's departure, he sluggishly turned himself over halfway.

He changed from lying on his side to lying on his stomach, rubbing against each other, using his blood-stained fingers, using his head that held the empty sight, using his abdomen that had a big hole in it and was still bleeding out, using his blood-stained fingers. Little by little, the two knees, whose meridians had been completely abolished, crawled out of the bamboo hut.

Mr. Gongyi, who is admired, admired and envied by everyone in the academy, is the most romantic Mr. Gongyi who has never been the most romantic in folding bamboo and riding music. Now his body is covered in sweat and blood. passing through the body.

He didn't even have the extra strength to stand up, he could only slowly squirm towards the door, like the humblest insect.

He rubbed himself to the door in such a state of embarrassment, dragging a long bloodstain behind him.

Gongyizhu climbed over the first threshold, and then over the second.Mr. Gongyi of Qinglong College has always been gentle and approachable, and he never set the threshold too high, which means that all students are welcome to come and visit.So at this moment, this threshold is also convenient for Gongyizhu himself, allowing him to rest his chin on the high place that countless people have stepped on.

He still has a little strength, he only has a little strength, so this strength must not be wasted on such trivial things as standing up.

The distance that ordinary people can walk in four or five steps, Gongyizhu climbed a whole stick of incense.

He finally leaned most of his body out of the bamboo hut, and met the four corpses lying on the ground outside.Gongyizhu panted like a cow, and there was a bellows-like sound coming out of his throat. No matter who heard it, he couldn't tell that it came from the same source as that gorgeous and beautiful voice.

Gongyizhu raised his hand in the direction of the back mountain.

Hidden in the back mountain is a processed corpse of Wangtianyu. Luo Jiujiang's saber intent is attached to that thing, and in the saber intent, there are traces of the source of yin and yang.

Luo Jiujiang used to put it in front of the medicine peak, but later Yin Banshi thought it caused people's voices and was in the way, so he almost killed Luo Jiujiang.Luo Jiujiang turned to beg Mr. Gongyi's head back, and Gongyizhu took it back to the back mountain where he was.

Now he is very grateful that this pendulum was placed in the back mountain by him.

Xuanwu is moody, he doesn't know when he will change his mind, and he will go and turn back, so Gongyizhu must destroy the Wangtianjiu at the first moment.

He had to cover up the traces of the source of yin and yang on it, and he couldn't let Luo Jiujiang enter Xuanwu's eyes at this time.He needs to protect Luo Jiujiang, the child he regards as his personal disciple, the new blood in the Three Thousand Worlds, and the Zhenshuangliu and Cangjiang behind Luo Jiujiang.

Even if what he did could only cover them up for a moment, the embarrassment and humbleness before his death were worth it.

Gongyizhu raised his hand with difficulty, his eyesight had been completely slackened now, and he couldn't even find the direction of Wangtianjiu just by his eyesight.He clenched his fingers into fists, and his senses became extremely sharp at this moment of reflection, and he heard the sound of something like stone exploding into powder.

"call……"

Gongyizhu let out a long breath, and his right hand fell completely powerlessly, hitting the ground entirely.

In the illusion that his whole body was about to take off, Gongyizhu heard the sound of fairy music, more than a dozen Yaoqins were plucked at the same time, four konghou were arranged on both sides, and eight masters of long flute played in the silk string music, Naturally, the lively piccolo is also indispensable.

In a trance, Gongyizhu thought endlessly: I seem to... I can't play the bamboo flute anymore.

Suddenly there was a discordant sound of footsteps in the fairy music, but it was Xuanwu who went and returned.

"I'm a bit regretful," Xuanwu said bluntly, "Do you still remember where you put the source of the power of Kun, little prisoner cow? Huh? What are you looking for after climbing so far?"