Chapter 168, Heaven and Earth Grieve Together!

In the dense fog of Cangshan, the maple leaves reflect the late autumn.

Tomorrow when the sky shines, the Qingquan stone upstream.

The young man is handsome, indulges in the landscape, and indulges in #youth.

The girl in black plays the flute, accompanied by the boy in white, and the beautiful music flows from the corners of their lips and mouths, winding around the mountains and fields, and tapping the stream, adding a wisp of agility and vitality to this beautiful fairyland-like Cangshan Ancient Forest.

The flute's vocal range is wide and loud, and the pronunciation of the leaves is fresh and pleasant.

The beautiful story that expresses the infinite yearning for love is vividly expressed and thought-provoking.

At this time. This view

Qiandu Cao Flute led the way, and the girl's footsteps were light and powerful, stepping over the rocks and crossing the stream. From time to time, it rises in the air, like a beautiful and playful black ***.

Li Muyang held the leaves in both hands, the leaves were soft, and his eyes were even softer. He stared closely at the girl in black in front of him, that was the woman he was chasing, the love he yearned for.

Lin Canghai has completely fallen silent in this music, and when others go, he follows. When others stop, he stops. seems to be an affectionate man who has fallen into a miasma, but his expression is so delicate and lovely, like a misguided fairy boy.

Behind Lin Canghai, there are deer, rabbits, wolves, and pheasants------

They are also safe and sound and live together peacefully.

Li Muyang and Qiandu's eyes occasionally looked at each other, and they both had a sense of joy that was transparent from the inside to the outside.

He loves her!

She likes him too!

Such a look is difficult to deceive, and such emotions cannot be concealed.

When the music played the martyrdom part of "Rebirth in the Fire", Qiandu's face became sad, and the smile on Li Muyang's face disappeared completely.

That kind of sadness, that kind of despair, that kind of pain that can't be asked for permeates the whole body, wrapping their bodies tightly, clenching their hearts tightly, making people feel like they are crushing a boulder, difficult to breathe, and breathless.

Li Muyang was very sad.

He felt an endless sadness, and the white figure came back to his mind.

The white figure was saying goodbye to him, saying 'I'll wait for you'----

I'll wait for you!

I'll wait for you!

I'll wait for you-----

"Who is she?" Li Muyang's mood became violent.

He tried desperately, but he couldn't see the face of the woman in white clearly.

Who is she? Why does she say I'm waiting for you? Why is she waiting for herself?

Even though he didn't know who he was, Li Muyang was saddened by her words and was saddened and indignant.

His eyes turned red, and his body seemed to be infested by the unknown demon.

He increased his strength and changed his playing technique.

The music became more pathetic, and the voice became louder.

Moreover, listening to the ears of experts like Lin Canghai, I found that the tone played by Li Muyang had become different from before.

Now the sound is grander, more solemn, and more spectacular.

The determination of the phoenix to throw itself into the sea of fire, and the blazing of the endless heavenly fire, can be clearly reflected.

Lin Canghai felt the hot pain on his face, and a hot breath rushed towards him.

He looked up in surprise, only to find purple clouds floating in the sky.

"Purple sparks?"

"How can there be a spark?"

It is the music of Li Muyang.

Li Muyang's body was wrapped in a huge purple spark, and every time a note jumped out, it would turn into a purple spark. The notes are connected, and the sparks are connected.

Boundless spread into the distance.

In the sky, it almost turned into a sea of purple fire.

The butterflies flapped their wings desperately, and one by one they threw themselves towards the sea of fire, just like the posture of a phoenix throwing itself into the heavenly fire.

The wolves howled with their heads up, their voices mournful.

The deer was in tears, as if she was about to say goodbye to her lover and children.

Rabbits hit trees, pheasants dance wildly.

Everything before him became mad and savage.

The atmosphere of peace and tranquility was gone, and a suicidal mood enveloped all the people and animals in the area.

That music becomes the Lord of all things, and He rules your joy and your sorrow. Your everything.

Lin Canghai had already woken up from that state of trance, and looked at Li Muyang who had fallen into a state of madness with a frightened face.

At this time, Li Muyang was dressed in strange fire, floating high in the air, looking like a god-killing demon who crawled out of hell.

"Li Muyang----" he shouted. "Li Muyang, what's wrong with you?"

Today's Li Muyang is too strange.

Not only can he play the music score of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", which has been lost for a hundred years, but he can also rise into the air and be dyed with strange fire, which is simply weird.

The millennium also stopped playing.

She is Li Muyang's bosom friend, and no one can feel Li Muyang's emotions at this time better than her.

When Li Muyang is happy, she can feel her joy.

At that time, she was also happy.

When Li Muyang struggled desperately in pain and despair, she also became painful and desperate to struggle---

Li Muyang's music deviated from her music, and Li Muyang's emotions also drove her emotions.

When she noticed that Li Muyang's voice was wrong, she had already put down the magic flute in her hand and stopped playing, and looked at Li Muyang with a puzzled expression.

The music before and after Li Muyang was too different, and the emotions were also very different, so she had no way to react at all.

"Li Muyang, stop quickly. Stop it. Qiandu shouted. She knew that Li Muyang couldn't play anymore. Now Li Muyang's mind has been controlled and disturbed by the tune, and he may have lost his sense of self. continues to play, I'm afraid he won't be able to extricate himself from this song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" in his life.

He played until he died of exhaustion.

Li Muyang should not.

His face became more hideous, and his expression was even more painful. He didn't even know that Qiandu had stopped playing, he only focused on his own playing.

He felt his headache splitting, and he felt that his eyeballs were about to burst with hot veins.

He felt that he had boundless grievances, boundless hatred, and the oppression of fate that was difficult to break free from and could not resist----

He thought and thought, desperately to think, desperately to run, to chase.

He wanted to chase after the figure of the woman in white, he wanted to see the cheek of the woman in white.

However, no matter how hard he tried, that figure was only a vague figure, and he could only see his slender figure, but it was difficult to see his facial features.

The autumn wind rises and the giant trees sway.

Mountain springs splash and waterfalls flow backwards.

Dark clouds cover the sky, and the sky rumbles.

Boom-----

Dense and rapid raindrops fell with thunderbolts, beating and watering everything in this world.

The pain of the dragon king, the sorrow of heaven and earth.