Song Yichen did not hide his whereabouts, many forces in Luoyang City breathed a sigh of relief, Song Yichen was too terrifying, and sometimes he would do some horrific things, such as killing Bian Bucheng on the first day of entering Luoyang, and then snatching the Heshi Bi in the hands of Concubine Xuan, and there was a trick to abuse and kill Qu Ao.

Song Yichen has now become a nightmare in the hearts of countless Jianghu people, just like Shi Zhixuan twenty years ago, the same unfathomable, the same amazing talent, but I don't know how Cihang Jingzhai will treat him, and whether Concubine Xuan will follow Bi Xiuxin.

Song Yichen left Luoyang to find Shi Qingxuan, Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Monastery Song Yichen didn't plan to start for the time being, although there is a saying that the monk can't escape the temple, but the other party can still escape, and they are not alone, Song Yichen went to the slaughter It is easy for others to know.

What Song Yichen wants to do is to catch them all, now the reputation of the two places is not stinky, Kou Zhong still needs to fight the world, so to deal with this group of monks and nuns needs a great righteousness!

Relatively speaking, Ning Daoqi is easy to deal with, he has already counted the situation of everyone shouting and beating in the Daomen, Song Yichen has to accept the invitation to fight, and no one can say anything, this is an internal matter of Taoism, even Buddhism can't say anything.

As for going to Shi Qingxuan, it was because Song Yichen remembered that she was going to be in big trouble now, and Xu Ziling didn't seem to have the idea of helping, he was different from the novel, after Song Yichen's brainwashing, he was already convinced that Kou Zhong was the choice of Mingjun, for the sake of tens of millions of poor people, he wanted to help Kou Zhong unify the whole country, and then assist him to govern the people well.

Because of the map, Song Yichen easily knew the location of the Evil Emperor Temple, hurried all the way, and finally found the strange mountain where the Evil Emperor Temple is located, where the rock color is as red as cinnabar, strange peaks and strange cliffs, endless, extremely strange, belonging to the Danxia landform, Song Yichen secretly said to Yutian to find a good place.

At the foot of the mountain is a temple in the distance.

Suddenly, the sound of Qingyue's flute came from a distance on the mountain.

Xiao Yin slowly rises and falls in the comfortable atmosphere of the natural wind and leaves, and there is no flaw in the connection between the sound and the sound, although there is no strong change or protrusion, but there is another entanglement, until the charm of death.

The feelings of the player himself are like an empty mountain locked by clouds, if they want to be hidden, they are so elusive and measurable.

The soft and clear rhyme, if an insider is inclined to gaze at the lingering fate with the indifference of a bystander, the life that makes people feel heavy can also be interpreted with a cold attitude.

Except for Shi Qingxuan, there is no one else in the world who can play such a movement.

Song Yichen stopped to enjoy Shi Qingxuan's playing, and found that his state of mind had been improved again, and he was ecstatic at the moment!

This journey of thousands of miles was not in vain.

Only when the sound of the flute dissipated did Song Yichen come back to his senses and swaggered on the mountain road to the temple.

The mountain road slopes deep into the mountain, and after passing through another dense forest, there are nearly 100 stone steps, pointing directly to the temple gate.

There is no name on the temple of the evil emperor, the mountain is located on the slope, the stone steps have been broken and cracked, the weeds are overgrown, it is obvious that it has been abandoned for a period of time, and there is a more eerie feeling in the darkness of dusk.

The stone steps are all at the bottom of your feet, and the inside of the open temple door is dark and dreary, revealing the smell of decay.

Song Yichen did not hesitate at all, crossed the threshold, and stepped into the temple.

When the lights came on, I saw a woman with long hair hanging down her waist, with her back to her, lighting an oil lamp dedicated to the Bodhisattva on the Buddha platform.

The woman gazed at the fire dancing on the wick, and her upper body seemed to melt into the colored light of the oil lamp, which not only emphasized the softness and softness of her cloud-like hair, but also made her fragrant shoulders like a knife show off the graceful and graceful lines.

Song Yichen knew that this was Shi Qingxuan, the last time the two only talked in the air, and they didn't meet, this was the first time they had seen her back.

Shi Qingxuan obviously felt Song Yichen's arrival, turned around and looked back~ Why are you here?

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Song Yichen This is the first time Qing Xuan's face, although he made a fake nose, he looked very playful, and when he saw her asking, he touched his nose and said, "If I said that I thought you were in danger and came, do you believe it?"

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Shi Qingxuan stared at Song Yichen intently for a while, and then said lightly: "I didn't expect Song Yichen to be so powerful, Qingxuan has heard about you in Luoyang, since you are here, then Qingxuan doesn't have to worry."

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She didn't directly say that she believed or didn't believe it, but directly said that she would let Song Yichen help, which was already very trusting.

Song Yichen smiled, he had already planned before he came, the four apprentices of the Evil Emperor were indeed here, but Shi Zhixuan was not here.

If she didn't come, she might be injured, or there was a certain chance that she would die, but she didn't want to.

The two did not continue to talk, and it was difficult for the other party to contact each other when they were not familiar with Shi Qingxuan.

A strange sound sounded outside the temple.

At first it sounded like a baby's cry, then it turned into a woman's scream.

These magic sound attacks have no effect on Song Yichen at all, not to mention that he has deep internal strength, but since entering the Datang world, his mood has been improved several times to keep him unaffected, Shi Qingxuan on the side of his eyes turned a deaf ear, still with such an elegant and calm attitude, and secretly praised Shi Zhixuan and Bi Xiuxin's daughter, and the deep internal strength is probably still above Wan Wan and Shi Fei Xuan.

The magic sound outside changes again, from front to back, left and right, fluctuating, becoming concentrated in the square outside the temple gate, and becoming more and more high-pitched and ugly, becoming a ghost chirping ghost, if the concentration is slightly inferior, it is strange not to cover your ears and tremble.

This voice is really ugly, as if you have suddenly arrived in the Shura Underworld, thousands of tragic ghosts are coming to ask for your life, phantoms and buildings, and there is a secret murderous intention.

Song Yichen wanted to burst out and break their sound skills, but he was afraid that they would escape, so he had to endure one or two.

Shi Qingxuan's eyes were at Song Yichen, bowing slightly, and then he took out a bamboo flute and put it to his lips, a trace of clear sound, as if it was slowly rising in the distance of the horizon, and then remained at that untouchable distance, jumping with vitality, no matter how twisted and terrifying the ghost chirp became, piercing and terrifying, as if it could drown anyone in the stormy waves that suffocated.

However, the notes played by Shi Qingxuan are like a small flat boat that will never sink, sometimes although it is thrown away by the waves like a wall, but in the end it can always wander peacefully.

This is the skill of breaking the sound with sound, and Shi Qingxuan's attainments in sound skills may have already surpassed his father-in-law Huang Laoxi.

Through the sound of Shi Qingxuan's flute, Song Yichen could clearly feel what kind of person the other party was, as if there was tenderness, as if there was pain, as if there was joy, as if there was grief and indignation.

The sound of the flute is becoming more and more agile and fast, as if it will take you crazy for 108,000 miles in one breath, and the timbre is varied, staggered, and the rhyme cannot help but enhance the continuous cohesion tension and appeal that is indescribable.

The chirping ghost kept subsiding, until it was completely silent, and only the sound of the flute that gently filled the heavens and the earth was dizzying, and the sound of the flute stopped suddenly.

Shi Qingxuan said lightly: "Now that the distinguished guests are here, why don't you enter the temple to meet, Shi Zhixuan and Shi Qingxuan, the daughter of Bixiuxin, are here to wait for the four seniors."

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