Besides, Chen Sha in the field, but he really couldn't say his suffering, under the shroud of divine consciousness, the sound waves emitted by the other party's guqin slowly attacked, and his body seemed to be in a deep quagmire, and the more he moved to the center, the more difficult it became.

"The rules of the hexagram?"

Chen Sha, who had comprehended the trick of Ze hexagram trapping, categorically denied his idea in just a moment, and the sound waves emitted by the other party did not contain any rule power, and it was completely out of line with the rules of his Ze hexagram.

This feeling is like a magnet with the same pole, although there will still be progress in desperately moving forward, but as long as it is a little slack, it will be rebounded immediately, the so-called boat against the current does not advance or retreat, Chen Sha is deadlocked in the field at this time, and the scene has become a difficult situation to ride a tiger.

"Hmph, I can't get in, can't my divine consciousness still be able to enter?"

The first time he came into contact with such an embarrassing scene, Chen Sha couldn't help but feel a burst of annoyance in his heart, and he made up his mind in his heart, and his divine consciousness suddenly gathered and shot out, just above the ground in the pavilion where the other party was, several earth spikes protruded in an instant, and they were inserted from different directions towards the central violinist at the same time.

"Click~"

"What?"

"Oh my God!"

A screeching sound of earth and stone rubbing came out, not only Chen Sha, but everyone present widened their eyes and looked at the small pavilion in the field in disbelief.

I saw that in the small pavilion at this time, several ground thorns and canine teeth grew in place, and all the ground thorns, without any suspense, pierced the white figure, but the other party continued to play the guqin melodiously as if they were not disturbed in any way.

"Vision?"

Including Chen Sha, everyone couldn't help but have such a thought in their hearts at the same time, the figure of Fuqin on the opposite side seemed to be an illusory projection at this time, and was not affected by any of the ground thorns at all, not only the white figure, but even the pavilion of the wall clock seemed so illusory at this time, and the ground thorns passed through the beams and pillars of the pavilion without hindrance, but did not cause any damage.

"Hiss~shouldn't be~"

At this time, Chen Sha in the field frowned, this sound did indeed come from the guqin, but in the same way, the divine sense did not feel the existence of that figure, and it was the first time she had encountered such a strange situation.

"Could it be the other party, is it the body of the soul?"

If everything on the other side is not an illusion, then it is very likely that the other party is an existence similar to the state of the soul, but in fact, this is also unreasonable, first of all, I have not heard that the pavilion also has a soul, and secondly, the soul, if it is not through a special method, how can it be seen directly with the naked eye?

"Huh~Yo~Huh~"

Suddenly, a desolate and mournful voice rang out, and although it was not clear, it was certain that it had come from the mouth of the white figure.

This voice is quite peculiar, like a man and a woman, no, it should be said that it seems to be two voices, but the two voices are perfectly synchronized together, and it sounds like a deep sadness.

"Qingqing has a beautiful girl, and she is safe and easy.

Bow to the dew and weave, sleep alone in the middle of the night.

The mandarin monk suddenly saw it, and he loved both of them.

The empty contract lasted for three or two days, but he broke his intestines.

At the beginning of the broken intestines, there is endless hatred, but the sigh is not close to spring.

In the afterglow, the twilight clouds opened, and the swallows were suddenly frightened.

Spring tears, old buildings, fragrant temples and red faces.

It's still like a dream, dripping empty steps, and I hate it for not planting ......"

The lyrics are poignant, the voice is tactful, like crying, like a jackdaw crying blood, and like a sorrowful scream, the little brothers were stunned at first, and then they couldn't help but feel sour, as if they had experienced life and death.

"Not good, sonic hypnosis!"

Dongfang Qinghuai, who has the most tenacious mind, was the first to discover the problem, and suddenly broke off his mouth, startling everyone behind him, and they all sweated.

But looking at Chen Sha in the field again, it was as if he hadn't heard the shouts from behind at all, and he walked towards the white-clothed figure step by step as if he had lost his soul, and as he walked, a little teardrop slipped down his cheeks.

"Be careful!"

Seeing Chen Sha's appearance, Qian Xiaohao couldn't care about any rules that should not be interfered with, and couldn't help shouting hoarsely, but Chen Sha still paced forward slowly, and had no intention of stopping.

"No, I have to ......"

Looking at Chen Sha's appearance, Qian Xiaohao really went crazy, and none of them stopped him, only to see a red light swaying, and then he had already rushed out.

However, to everyone's surprise, Qian Xiaohao's figure that was about to come to the edge of the field, as if he had hit an invisible barrier, even if he had reached the strength of the late stage of the Dragon Sword, he could not take a step forward at all.

"Ah~"

With a hoarse roar, Qian Xiaohao's eyes were blood-red when he saw Qian Xiaohao's green tendons, as if he was desperately trying to force towards the middle of the field, Zhou's body was completely wrapped in monstrous flames, but no matter what, he didn't move an inch at all.

At this moment, I saw that Chen Sha, who had been pacing towards the center, suddenly stopped, slowly looked back at Qian Xiaohao, who was already looking at the back, and suddenly a smile of joy and sadness appeared on his face, and then shook his head lightly and walked forward again.

This move made Qian Xiaohao, who was still anxious and abnormal, suddenly stopped, staring at the graceful back as if thoughtfully, but no longer struggled, because in just a moment, he clearly saw that Chen Sha's eyes, which were already blurred by tears, were incomparably clear and firm.

Step by step, Chen Sha's body was accompanied by a melodious and sad singing, and he came to the white figure of Fuqin without hindrance, and then slowly squatted down, slowly deepened one hand, and gently, stroked the cheek covered by long hair.

"Huh~"

With the momentary drifting away of the surrounding thorns, the poignant singing came to an abrupt end, but with the melodious piano music, the sky above the entire courtyard, the scenes were like a movie, covering the entire sky.

At the foot of the vast mountains, there lives the beautiful girl Kiyohime, and the girl's family has left for some reason, leaving the young Kiyohime alone to take care of the hut that will not be visited.

The days passed peacefully and peacefully, until this day, a young monk named Anzhen, who was going to Kumano to pay homage to the Bodhisattva, passed by the hut, but when he saw Kiyohime living alone, he felt pity.

The lonely Qing Ji has not seen a strange young man for a long time, shy and shy, the handsome An Zhen was moved by her innocence, and An Zhen's strong posture was also deeply imprinted in Qing Ji's heart.

In this way, after getting along for a while, the two people had feelings for each other, sweet and cherished, and made a lifelong vow to each other.

However, Ahn Zhen was a devout monk who devoted himself to serving the Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva, who had been robbed of his followers, was very angry and told him through the Buddha statue that if he did not leave to worship the Buddha and Bodhisattva, disaster would befall the two of them.

An Zhen, who was already full of Qingji, was afraid that the Buddha and Bodhisattva would hurt Qingji, so she hypothesized that she would go out and come back in two or three days.

Young Qing Ji stood at the door of the simple thatched hut every day, looking bitterly in the direction An Zhen left, hoping that An Zhen's figure would appear again, but unfortunately, An Zhen's figure never appeared again.

Qing Ji, who was full of concern, waited for a long time to see An Zhen's return, and in a hurry, she simply followed all the way, but the road was full of thorns and the road was dangerous, and the young Qing Ji wore out the soles of her feet, scratched her arms, and fell off the cliff several times and was in danger, so she kept moving forward, and finally saw An Zhen's back in front of a big river.