Jiang Jue also thought about what kind of music Changsheng would play for him. He knew that Changsheng was extremely bold, so he wouldn't be surprised if Changsheng played a song mocking him on the high stage.

But what I never expected was that the song played by Changsheng today would be so lonely and sad. He thought that Changsheng would sing a few shocking words in a fluttering manner like he had done in front of the tomb of Impermanence that day, or he would sing those arrogant words in a dashing and calm manner like he had recorded in the Heavenly Pavilion that day.

However, Changsheng didn't do this, and even Changsheng didn't sing a word at all, he was just playing a song. Today's immortal life is too quiet, but the tranquility of immortality makes the general's silent heart tremble again.

Immortality should not be silent. Jiang Jue raised his hand carrying the wine jar, and the liquor in the jar flowed out and slowly flowed into his throat. If Changsheng sang the words, whether those words were praising himself or mocking himself, he would never feel that it didn't matter, but Changsheng chose to be silent.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree with his eyes half-closed, the inky leaves blocking the midsummer sun and blurring his face. At this time, Jiang Jue seemed to be trying his best to suppress something, his dark eyes looked darker and darker against the dark trees, and the previous laziness and tiredness seemed to be gone.

The names of the Immortal Emperors are rarely mentioned out of respect, but there has always been no shortage of good deeds in these three thousand worlds, and these people often secretly comment on the deeds of the Immortal Emperors. Most of them didn't know the past of the Immortal Emperors, and they hadn't seen the Immortal Emperors they were talking about, but they could determine what kind of person the other party was based on half-truths and half-false rumors.

It's not like I've never heard others talk about him in a hundred years, as long as he's still an Immortal Emperor, as long as he's still the "strongest person in the three thousand worlds", this kind of thing is probably inevitable. Those people either exalted him to the top out of admiration, or trampled him into the mire out of hostility, and all kinds of comments would have been heard, but he never cared.

Because he doesn't think that listening to a few words of praise can forget the past experience, and he doesn't think that listening to a few words of abuse can change the laziness of today. Jiang has always only felt that words are the most powerless thing in the world, whether they praise or abuse, these words can neither improve cultivation nor bring people back to life, but they are just passing clouds.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jue raised his eyes to Changsheng again. He felt that even Changsheng, even the words that Changsheng had uttered, only affected his momentary mood. He admits that he was once in love with Changsheng, but he is not sure if he is in love with Changsheng. He thought that he would be bewitched by Changsheng again today, he thought that he would be moved by what he sang, but Changsheng did not speak.

The general couldn't help but close his eyes, and all he heard was the faint sound of the piano. Even if he doesn't understand the piano and can't understand those unfathomable piano songs, he will never fail to understand today's music. This piece was composed for him, how could he not understand it?

The first expression of the song is the desolation and tiredness after the prosperity. In the past, the laughter and scolding, the former Jin Ge Iron Horse, has long since gradually dissipated with the passage of a hundred years, and the desperate pursuit of legends is only a dream after all, and he chose to die of a drunken dream after waking up from the big dream.

Changsheng didn't mention the deeds that had been circulated in the Three Thousand Worlds at all in the song, and he didn't express his opinion on those rumors through words, he just created a scene and an atmosphere, and the rest was all imagined by the listener himself. He would never know why Immortal would do this, but he knew that such a song moved him more than any words.

Changsheng, who was sitting on the high platform, was running the "Complex Sound Jue" while stroking the qin, and the continuous sound of the horn seemed to come from the battlefield, and there was a distant sound of Xun sounding along with it. These slightly heavy sounds are in harmony with the sound of the piano, making the music more and more lonely and sad.

Jiang Jue still closed his eyes, and the song of immortality reminded him of the memories that had been sealed for a long time, as well as the coldness that quietly surged up every time he was drunk and dreamed of death. Changsheng really shouldn't be silent, now he is like a bystander, he plays such a tune, as if he is watching him coldly abandon his loyalty and be alone.

If only that's it, but at this moment, he seems to be a second self. He could play out the scene on the battlefield, and he also understood the loneliness and pain that lingered after the battle.

There are some emotions that only you know best, or you may not even know yourself. He never said anything to anyone, and he tried to bury all unnecessary emotions with wine. However, today Changsheng used a song to help him say everything, and Changsheng seemed to be calmly feeling all his emotions for a hundred years through this song.

At that moment, Jiang Jue even felt that Changsheng was not playing a song, but telling him something in front of the audience of the three thousand worlds. Immortal woke him up from his drunken dreams, as if he was using this song to tell himself that he knew what Jiang Jue had been thinking, so Jiang Jue was no longer alone.

Emperor Que stared at the immortal on the high platform, although this piece was not composed for him, he could understand the scene depicted in the song, and he could also understand the emotions expressed in the song. Emperor Que could hear that Changsheng was indeed playing with his heart, and he could even feel the extreme calmness hidden behind the sound of Changsheng's song.

Changsheng's style of music made him faintly familiar. The song recording jade slip sent by Rong Hongyi at the beginning seems to be in this style. But now was not the time to think about it, Di Que felt the scene that Changsheng had depicted with the sound of music, and he looked sideways at Jiang Jue, who was still with his eyes closed.

“…… But you told him. Emperor Que whispered to the general, and there was a rare look of surprise on his handsome face. Changsheng created a clear distinction through the sound of the song was the battle a hundred years ago, and after that battle, he left his loyalty and name without hesitation.

Almost no one in the Three Thousand Worlds knew that the name of the Commander was taken by the Commander himself, and they didn't know that the Commander had been a general a hundred years ago, but the Immortal knew about these things. Changsheng is only in the Jindan realm now, and it seems that he has not been cultivating for a long time, so it is naturally impossible to know the general a hundred years ago. Thinking about it this way, these things may have been told to him by the mouth of the person himself.

In recent years, Jiang has either drunk and dreamed of death, or has fallen asleep in the thunder, obviously trying to bury all the past in his heart. Now that he had mentioned to Changsheng what he had never wanted to mention for many years, this man was afraid that he had already had a heart for Changsheng.

"Hah...... Hahaha!" Ignoring Emperor Que's words, he listened to the sound of music coming from the high platform, and suddenly laughed. Far from chuckling as usual, he burst out laughing, almost unbridledly. Even when he was drunk, he had never laughed so wildly, and his laughter seemed to carry the deepest murderous intent.

His killing intent was not aimed at Di Que, let alone at the immortal who was stroking the qin, and the killing intent was not aimed at anyone at all, he just let go of the originally suppressed emotions abruptly.

The overwhelming murderous aura swept the cliff top, and the murderous aura disappeared without a trace in an instant. The people at the top of the cliff only felt a wisp of coldness like falling into an ice cave, and most people subconsciously ignored the palpitations at that moment, thinking that they were just splashed by the water of the waterfall, so they felt a fleeting coolness.

As for the few people on the top of the cliff who thought it was murderous, they couldn't find the source of murderous energy. This murderous aura came and went quickly, and they naturally thought of Emperor Que, because on the top of the cliff, only Emperor Que cultivated to the highest, and only he could put away such a surging murderous aura freely. Moreover, judging from the moody personality of Emperor Que, it is not surprising that he did this.

After all the killing intent faded, Jiang Jue finally opened his eyes. He first glanced up at the sky, which was no longer the pale blue it used to be, but tended to a misty light gray, and he could faintly see the lightning spilling out. Even the air gradually became a little damp, as if it was a silent reminder that the world was about to rain a lot.

The most bizarre thing is that although the sky turned dark and there was thunder, there was no thunder in the air, and only the sound of immortality lingered in everyone's ears. As the light on the top of the cliff gradually dimmed, Changsheng, who was caressing Qin, suddenly felt a deep line of sight, he frowned slightly and looked up, and saw the general leaning on the tree.

After Changsheng and Jiang Jue looked at him, he found that Jiang Jue's eyes were not tired as before, and there was only nothingness in this man's eyes. At this time, the eyes of the general were like an abyss, and the moment Changsheng saw it, those emotions that came like a tsunami were suppressed by him in the depths of his pupils, and no one could see what he was thinking now.

And when Changsheng looked away, his pitch-black pupils slowly revealed an almost crazy color, and the moment was terrifying.

"Emperor Que, let those guys in the world settle down, I don't want to see them for the time being. After half a ring, he would never look at Changsheng again, he looked at Emperor Que not far away and said lazily. Xu was a little hoarse because of the laughter just now, but his tone was incredibly calm.

Emperor Que didn't make any response when he heard this, he just curled his thin lips and looked at Jiang Jue, as if he hadn't heard anything just now.

"Shenmu Sect, Slash Thunder Valley, Tianlai Pavilion ......" will never be used to the emperor's style, he sneered and spoke again. Every time Jiang Jue said the name of a sect, Emperor Que's eyes became cold.

"What? do you want me to continue?" No matter how cold Emperor Que's eyes were, Jiang Que didn't care at all. The sects he just mentioned were all located in the Great Thousand Worlds, and they were all forces that Emperor Que secretly controlled. Although he has been alone in the past hundred years and has never joined any sect, this does not mean that he knows nothing about the affairs of the sect.

It will be clear that after Emperor Que confirmed his whereabouts at the grand ceremony, he had already told the news that he was in the small world. He didn't care about it before, but now he has to care. Because Changsheng's song today made him understand one thing, he realized that he was already more than interested in Changsheng, and he might ...... He may have really fallen in love with Immortal.

He had thought that when those people came to him, he could solve these problems on his own, but now he changed his mind. He didn't have the heart to fight against the people of the Great World now, he just wanted to follow Immortal as usual. 166 Reading Network