Zhong Lanling's body carries a kind of innate loneliness

His voice, which crossed the mighty river, reached the ears of the sorrowful without hindrance, and several people on board immediately looked at her.

The six-vein distraction mirror was looming in her sleeve, and her whole standing posture was extremely calm and upright, and her eyes fell on Zhong Lanling's body, not moving for a long time.

She seemed to be thinking about the truth of what the other person was saying.

But the boat stopped at the center of the river at her will.

After a while, she smiled slightly: "When I first entered the Cold Ice Prison, I was helped by Zhong Daoyou, but now Daoyou is confused, so naturally I don't dare not answer, please get on the boat?"

There are so many of them anyway.

Even if Zhong Lanling wants to make a move, they are too numerous to lose for the time being.

Because I have companions, I have a lot of confidence in my worries.

Zhong Lanling, who was on the bank of the river, was silent for a moment, glanced at the sorrow, and also glanced at Fu Chaosheng who was standing on the boat.

In the end, he still did not refuse, hugged the qin, turned into a breeze, floated and floated, and landed on the bow of the boat: "A few are polite." ”

Chen Tingyan's face was not very good.

In his opinion, Zhong Lanling was obviously an intruder, and he didn't know what his purpose was, especially the other party's appearance as if he didn't want to do it, which made him inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

In this killing field, this situation is by no means normal.

But he looked at a few companions around him, but they didn't react much.

Zhang Tang is indifferent to the things outside, and he has already made a decision when he sees that he is worried, so he will not interfere anymore; Gu Ling is just a little girl, blinking, just looking at it with some curiosity; only the "strong cold" on the other side may be a little interesting......

Fu Chaosheng had previously fought Zhong Lanling.

They naturally knew each other, but Fu Chaosheng didn't kill him in the end, and now Zhong Lanling finally caught up.

The man stood in the middle of the boat, his hands on his hands, and a hint of imperceptible mockery on his lips.

Snow-white swimming fish leap out of the river.

Fu Chaosheng lowered his eyes and glanced at it, but he didn't see the situation over there, he only leaned over and bent over, put a pair of white and somewhat transparent hands, probed into the river water, and caught a fish.

Seeing that he had faced Zhong Lanling, he sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat.

In her direction, she could just see Fu Chaosheng's actions, so she remembered for a moment that Fu Chaosheng came to cook fish outside Kunwu Mountain, on the Jiutou River.

Zhong Lanling's piano was put down by him flat and rested on his knees.

The vicissitudes of life and simplicity permeate every string, and there are some mottled scratches on the body, which looks like it has been some years.

One by one, the esoteric talismans cover the body of the piano, and there is a sense of unfathomability.

Seeing that he turned his eyes, he noticed this detail: "Zhong Daoyou's piano seems to be very special." ”

Particularly?

A lot of people say that, but no one has the same strange feeling as seeing sorrow.

Zhong Lanling's fingers stroked a few strings, and there was a streamer on it, following his fingers, as if missing: "Zhong thought that he should have seen this piano ...... when he saw sorrow."

I thought?

Seeing that he was stunned, he didn't expect Zhong Lanling to say such a thing. But she thought about it carefully, whether it was on a remote island in the world or in the nineteen continents, she had never seen such a piano.

Therefore, she shook her head: "I have never seen this piano in the past." ”

This answer was obviously not what Zhong Lanling expected, or rather, it was an answer that disappointed him.

He looked at the sorrow and thought for a moment, but turned the body of the piano with both hands, revealing the back of the piano: "Then this, have you ever seen the sorrowful Taoist friend?"

Seeing the sorrow and frowning, with his actions, he only looked at the back of the exposed piano-

A deep scratch that remains on the back of the instrument.

The shattered wood chips turned into wood thorns, and there was a faint light brown standing faintly, and at a glance it was not a lacquer color, but blood left behind many years ago!

It was an extremely faint breath of blood......

But there is a sense of familiarity that makes the sorrow tremble inexplicably.

But this blood stain is too faint, so light that she can't catch what is wrong with this breath, she just wanted to ask, but her eyes were wrong, and she suddenly noticed something damaged by this scratch......

Around this deep scratch, there were several discontinuous traces of light ink.

It seems that the position covered by the scratch was originally sealed with some words......

At the bottom of my heart, I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

It's like when the Ice Prison Division found the remains of the Buddha statue before......

She was speechless.

Just reach out and slowly straighten out the sawdust thorns around the scratch. After removing the distractions of these trivial things, the remaining handwriting can finally be pieced together with a little outline.

Return, Crane.

Guihe ......

Seeing that the whole person almost trembled, and even had a chill, following her fingers that touched the remnants of the words on the back of the piano, slowly crawling all over her body!

Return to the crane!

This should be the name of this five-stringed piano, and it doesn't seem to be a big deal, but it's just an elegant name given by people who are idle and wild......

But she is under the gate of Yashan Mountain.

Return to the crane, return to the crane.

On the top of the spiritual light, a deep and cold return to the crane well, but it is still the same as in the past?

When you see sorrow, you can't control that sour emotion.

Thinking of the subtle familiarity she felt before, where did she not know that this was actually a piano and a magic weapon left by the ancestors of Yashan?

The piano has scratches.

Covered with blood.

Where this qin came from and how it ended up in the Polar Domain, there is no need to think deeply.

Seeing the sorrow in my heart, I have an answer in an instant.

She closed her eyes slightly, forcing herself to hide all her emotions and ...... deeply Hide. This is the Polar Domain, not a place where she can reveal her identity at will.

The outstretched fingers, for some reason, were a little stiff.

Seeing sorrow, he slowly withdrew his fingers, looking like his face was just a little dazed, and his lips were hooked up with a flawless smile, and he only asked: "The name of this qin seems to have a different meaning......

The heart is tight.

It was as if a heavy stone had been pressed, but in the words, I couldn't hear half of it.

Her gaze fell back on Zhong Lanling's body, but she found that the other party's gaze at her did not take back half a point.

It was an indescribable gaze.

It seems to be confused, it seems to be depressed, and it seems that there is no one to rely on in life, nothing to rely on in death, and it is vaguely just a passing guest in heaven and earth......

He asked, "Haven't you seen this qin?"

Fu Chaosheng said that Zhong Lanling had a secret on his body.

And when she said that, it was strange. Now seeing this piano again, she is almost sure that there should be some kind of connection between Zhong Lanling and the Nineteen Continents, and even with Yashan......

Sharp-eyed.

She doesn't have this ability, what she has is just the "eye of the heart" that the people of Fudao Mountain taught her to open when she first entered the cultivation path, the eye of the heart.

With a flick of her fingertips, a soul power flowed down her body and reached the ancestral aperture of her eyebrows.

So her eyes condensed slightly, and with a sense of illusion, she looked at Zhong Lanling again-

At this moment, in the depths of my mind, there was only a bang!

Seeing sorrow, I couldn't hear the sound of water on the river anymore, and I couldn't even hear what Zhong Lanling was talking about, only that chill, which suddenly froze all over my body!

What appeared in her field of vision turned out to be a monster!

The whole body was full of cracks, and it seemed to be spliced together by pieces, clumsy and ugly, like a rag garment with crooked stitches.

Fragmented, emitting a mixed and cloudy glow.

She saw that the left side of his face, belonging to an old man, was full of wrinkles;

She saw the right side of his face, which belonged to a young man, young and cold;

She saw that his forehead, which belonged to a woman, was smooth and full;

She saw his neck......

……

Except for the position of the heart, which seems to be missing a corner, every part of his soul body, every fragment, comes from different people, different souls!

The light of each piece is different.

That's why he looks like there's a mixed glow, and it's extremely cloudy.

The pianist of the rivers and lakes, who was originally in a downturn, at this moment, looks even more terrifying than Sima Languan who met before seeing sorrow!

But what makes the sorrow shake even more is the unwillingness and familiarity condensed on each fragment......

These......

What are they......

A vague voice came out of her heart, repeating to her: You know, you know, you see it. You guessed it......

But how dare she listen to it, and how dare she believe it!

Seeing sorrow, I can't even tell what I feel in my heart, maybe it's a cold killing intent, maybe it's a sour horror, or maybe it's a kind of confusion......

All the emotions are constantly surging and stirring in her internal organs and even in the depths of her mind.

The breath was unsteady, and even the whole person trembled.

Zhong Lanling has been looking at her for a long time, and he won't notice the change in his sorrow, his fingers on the Guihe Qin are a little stiff, but his voice is a little astringent: "Do you see it?"

See it.

Seeing the bottom of her eyes, the faint light finally disappeared and went out, and the six-vein distraction mirror was tightly held in her palm.

It was as if as long as she didn't hold it tightly, this thing would rush towards the man in front of her!

Her soul was trembling, but her voice was undulating: "Honorable, where did it come from?"

“……”

Zhong Lanling was speechless for a while, because he really didn't know anything about his origin.

"In the future, I just want to ask the sorrowful Taoist friend ......"

Seeing sorrow, he did not speak.

She had already vaguely guessed why Zhong Lanling found her.

Fu Chaosheng and the others were in the middle of the boat, and at this moment, he didn't know where to find the small pot, put the fish that had just been fished out into it, and began to cook the soup.

Gu Ling shrunk and curled aside.

Chen Tingyan watched dumbfounded, as if he couldn't believe that a moody guy like "Li Han" who kills people at every turn can actually cook soup.

Zhang Tang's gaze swept over Fu Chaosheng's body, faintly with a faint glimmer of suspicion, but it quickly swept over, and turned to the two people at the bow of the boat.

Since Zhong Lanling decided to come to find sorrow, he wanted an answer, so he told everything he knew.

"I was born like this......"

It's like a person who suddenly wakes up from a deep sleep, but loses all his memories.

Everything is like a new life.

When he opened his eyes, his consciousness was chaotic and blurry.

In front of him is an endless, dim sky, and a hundred thousand miles of evil land has become his bed, carrying his body.

The grass took root in the soil, and the rakshasa flew in the silhouette of the hideous black mountain in the distance.

From the depths of the earth, like spring water, one after another erupted from the depths of the earth and injected into his body. So he had the rest of his senses, his senses, his senses of touch, his sense of smell, his hearing......

Bang la blah.

It was a huge, wide river that flowed in front of it.

There are countless ghosts floating in the river, but there are white bones looming at the bottom of the water.

The huge waves hit the reef, and the surging waves brought a long piece of wood with five strings stretched on it.

At that time, he didn't know what it was.

He didn't know anything about the world around him.

I don't know what I am, where I come from, what I am, and where I'm going.

Everything is confused.

Everything is unknown.

He held the lyre, felt a kind of kindness, and only followed the river, up for a long time, and then down for a long time. As he walked somewhere, he saw many, many square black wooden blocks on the other side of the river.

Later he learned that it was a coffin.

There is a bridge above it that spans a wide river.

Several figures were walking on the bridge, talking to each other, but the sound of the river flowing was so loud that it drowned out their voices.

Zhong Lanling could only see that they were opening their mouths.

He found that they were the same as him, with noses, eyes and mouths, as if they were the same existence, so he walked over with the piano in his arms and wanted to ask.

Unexpectedly, the few people standing at the head of the bridge were shocked when they saw him, as if they couldn't believe their eyes at all.

"How could it be ......"

"Isn't he the one who failed?!"

Zhong Lanling couldn't understand what they were saying.

But when they saw him holding the piano, they seemed to be inspired by some terrifying memory, and a frightened expression appeared on their faces.

A few men ran across the bridge, while the rest surrounded him as if they were facing a great enemy.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do, and when he opened his mouth, he only made strange noises, but they seemed to be more nervous, so he just stood there and didn't move.

After a while, several rays of light flew from the sky.

Several white-bearded old men stood in front of him, and the middle one, holding a jade slip in his hand, walked around him for several steps, and said "Wonderful, wonderful" in a loud voice, and looked at the vacancy in his heart, looking and looking, saying "You can live without a heart......

He didn't know what "live" meant, and he didn't know how to make the sound of these people talking, so he was confused.

Later, a few more people came and asked about the old man.

The old man shook his head and said, "There is no heart, no consciousness can be infused, it is a useless empty shell. If you want, take it. ”

So, he was led away by the people who came after him and went to a strange place. They all called it "Xudu City", and during the period of time he lived, the word he heard the most was "ghost royal clan".

As time went by, he began to speak, knew the time, and chose Zhong Lanling as his name.

But they kept silent about his origins.

About four months ago, the old man who had taken him appeared and asked him to participate in the Ding Battle, enter the eighteenth layer of hell, and get the Ding Yuan, or help the other monks of the Ghost Royal Clan to get the Ding Yuan.

"But I didn't expect that on the top of the Ice Prison, I would meet a sorrowful Taoist friend. ”

"When I first came to help, I actually felt a familiar aura in you, and there was no reason for it, so I felt that Daoist friends might know my identity......"

"Or maybe I'm from the same place. ”

Zhong Lanling's hoarse voice finally slowly lowered.

He looked at the sorrow, and after a while, he continued: "Later, I found out that the river is called 'Yellow Spring', and that area is the battlefield of yin and yang......"

Seeing that he heard it, he finally slowly closed his eyes.

It was too revealing to do so, but otherwise, she couldn't stop the ...... that suddenly spread from the deepest part of her heart to the bottom of her eyes Monstrous killing intent!

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