At the invitation of Ming Luan, Qin Jue followed a group of musicians into the city, the huge town, thinking that the memorial was very lively, the flower boat was the first passenger ship to depart, but after entering the city, he found that the city was already crowded with people, and the scattered streets were full of lights, which was festive.

"The memorial will be held at noon tomorrow, we still need to go to the city lord's mansion to report, and prepare to rehearse tomorrow's music, sir, you can go with us, the musician is located in the center of the altar, maybe we can really see the miracle of Hou Tu Niang Niang when the time comes?" Ming Luan said with a smile.

Qin Jue pondered for a moment, and then reluctantly agreed. There are more than ten musicians in the accompanying group, but there are more than 30 maids serving on the side, these are all famous musicians and oirans in the seven southern cities, which are recommended by local officials, and then there will be unified arrangements by the local city lord when they arrive in Houtu City. For the memorial of Houtu Niangniang, the entire twelve cities under the jurisdiction of Kunwu Mountain attach great importance to it.

Entering the City Lord's Mansion, there were still more than a dozen musicians and Oiran waiting in the main hall, these people were from the five northern cities, and they didn't expect them to arrive first.

Seeing the people coming, these people were obviously a little surprised, all the people who came to visit were girls, only Qin Jue was a man, and they looked a little embarrassed.

"Yo, why is there a pretty gentleman mixed in? Is he also your musician from the south?" someone said in a weird way.

"Although there is no explicit rule, there is no precedent in history for male musicians to participate in the memorial dance, so I am afraid that it is a bit inappropriate, right?"

Qin Jue's face was slightly gloomy, he had discovered this problem as soon as he came in, but since he came, he would not retreat easily.

This gentleman has a profound knowledge of music theory, and I am afraid that no one here can match him, so it is only fitting that he should attend the dance and music memorial. Ming Luan was not angry and stepped forward to argue.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the apse over Ali.

"No one can match it? I'm afraid this is a bit too much, if he can really lead the group of arts, it is not impossible for him to attend. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a few people behind the palace slowly walking over, led by the city lord of Houtu City, Chi Li, she is a descendant of Kunwu Mountain, and she is also the only female city lord in the twelve main cities. There was a girl standing beside her, the girl was honorable, she looked very noble, and her temperament was even more noble than Chi Li, at this time the corners of her mouth were cold, and her face seemed to be disdainful, and it was obvious that she was the one who spoke just now.

Chi Li smiled lightly and arched his hand at everyone.

"You are all here for the Hou Tu Niang Niang memorial, all of them are musicians and Oiran of the famous side, but since you are here, you still need to follow the return journey of all the memorials, and I have given full authority to the Xuanqing girl in charge of the dance and music, and I hope you will fully cooperate with her, the ceremony is imminent, the city lord still has a lot of trivial matters, so I will no longer accompany you, Xuanqing girl, please start. He bowed and bowed, and he retired directly.

Looking at Chi Li's respectful appearance, a smile rose at the corner of Qin Jue's mouth.

"It seems that this Xuanqing's identity is really unusual, his status is far above Chili, and he must be the descendant of Kunwu Mountain. ”

Xuanqing smiled softly, walked over slowly, and waved his hand at everyone, "This memorial is the hundredth and the most world-renowned one, before I left, the high priest of Kunwu Mountain had already predicted, this time, Hou Tu Niangniang's divine thoughts will inevitably be revealed, so the theme of the King James is to fight the heavens." After thousands of calamities, our Wu clan is still immortal, and it has continued to this day, and its glory is still the same, all thanks to the unyielding will of countless ancestors. Therefore, this memorial will show the ambition of our Wu clan to fight, undefeated in a hundred battles, and fight through the heavens. ”

As soon as the words changed, Xuan Qing turned his head and glanced at Qin Jue, and chuckled: "Since someone said before that your music skills are unparalleled, please come first, so that I can wait to see the transcendence of Mr." There seemed to be a sarcasm in her words.

Qin Jue's face was slightly gloomy, and he glanced at Ming Luan, and there seemed to be hesitation on his face.

It's not that he doesn't want to perform, he really doesn't feel it. Qin Juezhi's treatment of music theory is like Duan Yu casting the six-vein divine sword, sometimes the spirit is not effective, and he always needs to find the feeling.

Ming Luan seemed to see Qin Jue's embarrassment, but her guqin was broken, so she let people pick it up and repair it this morning, but there was no suitable instrument in her hand to match it.

"What's the matter? Timid, could it be a paper tiger? Or does Mr. think I don't deserve to listen to Mr.'s great art?" Xuan Qing scolded coldly, his face even more disdainful.

Qin Jue frowned, gritted his teeth, and saw a movement, and the jade flute Hengchen appeared in his hand again.

"Damn, it seems that I can only let it out, I don't feel it, or Lao Tzu will blow a song "March of the Volunteers". With a secret scolding, Qin Jue was just about to blow it.

At this moment, Ming Luan sneered, and hurriedly said: "Mr. is a master, the artistic conception of the dragon for nine days, I'm afraid that no one can understand it, in my opinion, it's not that Miss Xuanqing and Mr. are singing together, and let me wait to see Miss Xuanqing's superb skills." What do you think?"

Everyone nodded, in the end, the literati were high-tempered, full of the feeling that Lao Tzu was the best in the world, and being revered by others would be like sitting on the clouds, and he would show his unfathomable profundity; if he was not understood, he would think that he was high and low, and he was afraid. Literature and art are a family, literati are still like this, and artists are even more temperamental.

"Heh, the pie is not small, it doesn't matter, then the deity will throw bricks and lead the jade first. With a cold snort, Xuanqing's sleeve robe waved, and a row of huge bronze chimes appeared directly in front of everyone. There are three layers up and down, and each layer has more than 30 kinds of bronze bells of different sizes, and the three rows are added together, no more, no less, exactly one hundred.

"This ......" Ming Luan was slightly stunned, such a huge group of chimes is too shocking, and few women play chimes, "More than 100 groups of chimes, usually need several musicians to play together, the bell is strong, just like the sound of gold and jade, but I don't know who Miss Xuanqing needs to play with?"

"I'm enough for one person. Xuan Qing chuckled, glanced at Qin Jue, and there seemed to be mockery in his expression, "Mr. himself will be ugly first, I hope Mr. won't disappoint me?"

Speaking, take off the color practice on the neck, move lightly on the toes, dance, color practice is as flexible as a two-headed snake, beating on the chime, not heavy, not light, not hurried, soon the whole hall will sound a burst of rich music, and the music is matched by Xuanqing's graceful dancing, a smile, every move is intoxicating.

Knock knock knock......

Qin Jue closed his eyes, feeling the sound of the bell ringing like a heartbeat, and a magnificent scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

Whoa......

The curtain opened, and on the high platform, the Twelve Ancestors stood proudly, glaring at the boundless sky.

"The battle of the Great Dao, there is still a trace of chance, the battle of the lich is inevitable, follow me to kill the heavens, exterminate the remnants of the demon clan, and from then on my Wu clan will be the master of this desolation!" Xuan Ming shouted loudly, his face cold.

Standing behind Xuan Ming is Houtu, at this moment her eyes are deep, like mist and smoke, "Heaven and earth protagonist battle, someone told me that this may be the end of the battle between the two races, even so, we have to fight on the thirty-three layers of the heavenly palace, Rao is the glory of the moment, but also to shine on the heavens." ”

With a wave of the robe, the war drums beat, and the witch clan worships the general!

At this moment, a crisp flute sounded in the distance, as if it had passed through countless epochs and quietly arrived. It sounded in everyone's ears, like a ray of light, guiding everyone to embark on the journey of destiny.

Hulala......

The lich battle began, the scene was extremely tragic, countless beings suffered from poison, countless creatures were completely wiped out, and the mountains of corpses and blood paved the way to battle.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi took Hetuluoshu as the eye of the array, gathered the demon clan Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and shattered countless Wu clans; Xuan Ming shouted angrily, leading the twelve ancestral witches to form a great array of Heavenly Gods; the two arrays completely destroyed the desolate world.

At this point in the war, the two Lich clans have suffered countless casualties, the Flood Continent has long been ruined, the sky is not the sky, and the earth is not the earth. The soul of no war lingers, lingers for a long time, and there seems to be endless grief and indignation.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Houtu seemed to be a little confused, and murmured: "Everything was said by him, the lich war, the flood collapsed, and both clans were going to withdraw from the domination of heaven and earth, but such a big killing, after all, someone had to bear it, since the saint did not come out, then I will be reincarnated, and from then on, I will surpass these undead and attract endless war spirits." ”

After speaking, the heavens sent down merits, and she directly abandoned her body, and her soul went straight into the underworld, and from then on, reincarnation began.

At the end of the battle, Di Jun died in battle, Taiyi beheaded the three ancestral witches in a row, and shouted angrily: "Heaven and earth are unkind, all things are used as dogs, saints are unkind, and the common people are used as dogs!"

Since then, the two lich clans have been completely wiped out, and the Kunpeng Patriarch escaped one step earlier and escaped with his life, and the ancestor Xuanming was seriously injured and escaped, leaving a trace of inheritance.

At this point, the sound of the bell has stopped.

Woo......

Only the melodious sound of the flute seems to be a little sad.

"The first tribulation of the dragon and the Han Dynasty, the barbaric collapse collapsed, the dragon, the phoenix, and the unicorn tribe were destroyed; after the flood began, the lich contended, so that the flood collapsed, and withdrew from the position of dominance; after that, the human religion was prosperous, this is an immeasurable catastrophe, the saint did not dare to contaminate, not so much luck, but it was better to say fate, but I don't believe in fate......"

The sound of the flute came abruptly, and all the scenes had dissipated. After a song, everything is silent. At this time, Xuan Qing looked at Qin Jue quietly and did not speak for a long time. Everyone was silent, only Ming Luan sighed softly.

"A song is like a heavenly sound, just like the rotation of the destiny of the righteous path in the world, what a fight to break the heavens......"

Xuan Qing breathed a long sigh of relief, waved his robe, put away the chime, and said for a long time, "Fight through the heavens, but you can't fight for life, this is the real sadness......"

Qin Jue smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "A person who knows the result, but dares to face difficulties, is truly amazing." ”

"Yes......" Xuan Qing sighed softly, and Xuan Qing raised a smile.

"Sir's flute is really loud, so I will make an exception and invite you to join me in the memorial performance. As he spoke, he turned to everyone and said, "Tomorrow's performance is the beginning of the ceremony, and you are all famous musicians, since you don't need me to say more, let's go back and prepare today, and wait for tomorrow afternoon, we will each use musical instruments to interpret the domineering spirit of the heavens." ”

Everyone nodded, their faces solemn.

Xuan Qing waved his hand, and everyone dispersed, Qin Jue was just about to leave, but was stopped by her.

"The deity has a question, and I hope Mr. can help me answer it?"

"Uh...... , no matter what, please show Miss Xuanqing. Qin Jue hurriedly said.

"Sir's flute sound is transcendent, it seems to see through everything, above all beings, what I want to play is to break through the heavens, and you became the last person to clean up the scene, you didn't make a move, but became the most unfathomable person, I'm curious, who are you?" Xuan Qing asked in a low voice, his face was cold, and he continued, "Some time ago, I heard that the mountain gate of Jinwumen was almost destroyed by a boy in the god transformation stage, could it be that this person is you?"

Qin Jue's face was stunned, and he hurriedly asked, "How can you see it? This joke is not easy to make." ”

"Oh, is it just a joke? This young man in the Transformation Stage has such courage, but it is very similar to what I heard about a person before, but it should have been two months ago, a kid from the Yuan Infant Realm, who beheaded three sect masters who returned to the peak of the void and a master in the early stage of the Dao Dynasty, and even disrupted the Emperor Wa Emperor's sacrifice in the Emperor Dao Palace, trying to snatch the holy maiden away, I don't know if I was right?" As he spoke, the corners of Xuan Qing's mouth raised a strange arc.

"Hehe......" Qin Jue smiled awkwardly, but his face became more and more gloomy, "This person is indeed awesome, but what does this have to do with me?"

"I didn't say it had anything to do with it, did it? Just take a closer look and think you two are quite similar, if my guess is right, this person should be called Qin Jue, right? There is also a nickname, what is the emperor's name, right?"

Qin Jue's face became more and more cold, he didn't expect that he was disguised and hidden all the way, and the hole cards were clearly touched by others.

"How do you know?" he asked in a low voice, his face grim.

"So you admit it?" Xuan Qing chuckled, his face seemed to be a little ecstatic, "It was told to me by a little fat man named Chen Wu, or Bao Yifan, or Xuanwu." How's that going? Isn't that familiar?"

"Xuanwu......? Is it in Kunwu Mountain now?" Qin Jue hurriedly asked, his heart suddenly brightened, the people he knew on the mainland, I am afraid that they would not know him so clearly, only the people around him in the past would know that he did it as soon as they heard the news.

"He is now my junior brother, not only him, but also Ji Xuanyi and his wife, as well as an old man and a group of guards. Xuan Qing explained with a smile.

"Have they all entered Kunwu Mountain? Hehe, what a fucking anecdote is it? It seems that it won't be long before Lao Tzu will go to Kunwu Mountain. Qin Jue chuckled, and his heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

"It's okay to go up, but don't be like you're in the Imperial Palace and Jinwumen, and you're ...... wild."