Flying snow, curling clouds. The blue lake is like a plate, the water is shining, and the mountains are empty. Jiang Xinyue carried the spirit sword on her back and rushed to Xingyun Lake. In order to guard against the group of people he met before, he completely covered up the aura on his body.

Jiang Xinyue stood on a high rock, climbing high and looking into the distance. As far as you can see, the lakes and mountains, the smoke and waves are vast, and the horizon is endless. He was open-minded and couldn't help but want to raise his breath and express his heart.

Suddenly, he heard a melodious flute sound, Jiang Xinyue listened attentively, and when the flute sound was startled, it was like a lonely bird flying rainbow, and when it was low, it was like a smoke cage and cold water, which made his heart gradually calm down.

Jiang Xinyue sat on the stone, supporting her head with her hands, her heart fluttering.

I only heard the sound of the wind in my ears, the uproar was like water, and the sound of grass was known, which plucked people's heartstrings.

The flute sound is clear and loud. The sound is light and agile, like throwing a small stone on the cliff in the high mountain valley, and like smelling the orchid fragrance in the valley, refreshing people's hearts.

Jiang Xinyue listened to the sound of the flute, as if there were stars rotating around, the bright moon lingering, and if she saw the sunset and the lonely bird flying together, the autumn water was the same color as the sky. The flute sound turns, like a thousand waves, a bright moon rises in the sea, Jiang Xinyue is like a flat boat in the sea, the wind and rain are shaky, thrilling.

The flute is elegant, as big as the sky and the moon, and as thin as a grain of sand. There is the style of a peerless sword immortal, and there is also the death of a lonely and sad song. Jiang Xinyue only felt that she was sometimes on the straight sail of the great river and ocean, and sometimes she was on the green rock of the valley and empty forest. The voice floated gracefully, floating in a dream, dreaming of flowers blooming and falling, clouds gathering and scattering.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute reached a high-pitched place, and Jiang Xinyue seemed to see a divine sword across the sky, with the peerless immortal king's white clothes stained with blood, and the starry sky was bloody. Jiang Xinyue is difficult to describe, what kind of feeling it is. is obviously a majestic tune, but it makes people feel sad. He couldn't help but suspect that this was a sad song of the end times, a sunset lamentation.

He shook his head and continued to listen, the sound of the flute turned, like a resentful woman crying, its sound was like a green mountain ape crying, and the cuckoo singing alone.

Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but be disappointed, he thought that the person who played this song was a wonderful person, but he didn't expect to be blindly sad. In his opinion, nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, and it is great luck to be able to get one or two things happy. Without a normal heart, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, he can't appreciate it, so he already has the intention of despising the person who plays the music in his heart.

Just when Jiang Xinyue was regretting, the tune changed, and it was extremely gorgeous, and Jiang Xinyue frowned slightly when she heard it.

He listened attentively, he seemed to have seen a prosperous and prosperous era after the dispersion of the storm, the wind and snow, the young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, full of ambition. The girl leaning on the building with red makeup, her face full of spring.

Jiang Xinyue was immersed in it, and the flute sound suddenly changed again. Jiang Xinyue is like a mountain forest, the smoke and rain are wet, and the cooking smoke is curling. He looks at spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons are like flying. He watched the vicissitudes of the sea, and the stars changed.

There is only a moment for butterflies to wear flowers, and there is only a moment for the reincarnation of a thousand years.

In the smoke and rain, someone seemed to sigh softly. In the moonlit flower forest, someone is sad.

The flute sound was tactful, Jiang Xinyue's heart was hanging, and she listened quietly. The sound of the flute is like sweeping away the clouds, the clouds are opening and the rain is shining, and the sun is shining. There are really bamboo canes and mango shoes that are lighter than horses, and a cloud of smoke and rain is the chic pleasure of life. Jiang Xinyue frowned and couldn't help but clap her hands.

He shook his head with a smile and said, "I really don't know what a wonderful person can play such an immortal song." ”

Jiang Xinyue was in a trance, still immersed in the music just now and couldn't extricate herself. He sat on the rock for two quarters of an hour before leaving, his eyes lingering on the empty forest, but he saw the birds rising and falling, and there was no trace of the immortals.

As soon as Jiang Xinyue got up, suddenly several figures appeared in the bamboo forest, and their bodies were extremely fast, and they appeared in front of Jiang Xinyue in the blink of an eye.

There were four people who came, and Jiang Xinyue noticed the position of those people and became suspicious. He looked closely and saw that the man standing to his right was somewhat familiar. Jiang Xinyue thought about it for a while, and then remembered that this man was one of the group of people he had met in Nebula Valley before, named Wang Ya.

Jiang Xinyue pondered, "Why did you appear here when you heard that Elder Bu instruct this person to arrest a woman?"

Wang Ya saw Jiang Xinyue's face change, and said coldly: "Why is it a stinky boy, what about the demon girl of the catkins?"

Jiang Xinyue was oppressed by Wang Ya's momentum, beads of sweat fell like rain on her body, and her legs trembled. He couldn't even raise the slightest thought of resisting Wang Ya in his heart, and suddenly a soft aura appeared in his body, gently erasing the coercion exerted by Wang Ya on him, Jiang Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly scold Wang Ya for 'bullying others' in his heart.

Wang Ya didn't notice that Jiang Xinyue had dissolved his coercion, his eyes were like torches, staring at Jiang Xinyue, as if he could see through Jiang Xinyue's heart.

Jiang Xinyue pretended to be afraid, and said in horror: "I don't know, I don't know the person you said before." ”

Wang Ya clenched his teeth, his eyes gloomy and terrifying.

At this time, one of the three people on Jiang Xinyue's left side spoke: "Stinky boy, you answer honestly, why did you appear here? If you don't want to be searched by Lao Tzu, you'd better explain it to Lao Tzu truthfully." ”

Jiang Xinyue sneered in her heart, but still explained truthfully: "Qi Yu, this old-timer, I am a disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and I came here to get a four-colored elk demon core. ”

The man suddenly shouted, "You actually call me an old-timer? Where am I old? Let me tell you, the old man is obviously a handsome and dashing, graceful young man." ”

Jiang Xinyue almost laughed, but was glared at by the blonde-haired and white-eyed man who opened her mouth, covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound. 258

Beside the white-eyed man, a middle-aged man in Confucian clothes holding a folding fan in one hand sighed: "Big brother, you call yourself 'old man'......"

The white-eyed man looked at everyone and looked at him with a hint of disdain in their eyes, relieved his throat, looked at Jiang Xinyue and said, "Stinky boy, did you hear someone playing the piano here before?"

Jiang Xinyue said with a smile: "The seniors also heard it, and when the juniors were looking for the four-colored elk before, they suddenly heard the sound of heaven, so they stopped and listened." This song is so wonderful, it makes people listen to the heart, and the younger generation also saw a bison in the mountain who was also attracted by the music. ”

The white-eyed man didn't know that Jiang Xinyue was turning around and scolding him for being a stupid cow, and the middle-aged man who looked like a scholar pointed at Jiang Xinyue and scolded: "What a yellow-haired boy, he dares to scold our boss for being ......"

Seeing that he couldn't speak, Jiang Xinyue smiled and said, "I didn't say it, what you say yourself is what it is." ”

The white-eyed man pulled the middle-aged scribe and said, "Iron abacus, what did that kid scold me?"

The iron abacus sighed and said, "The sound just now was not the sound of the piano, but the music of the flute. Big brother, you said that it was the sound of the piano, and this kid said that he was playing the piano to the cow, and he was clearly scolding you......"

When the white-eyed man heard this, he jumped like thunder, pulled Jiang Xinyue's neckline, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, you dare to tease Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu tore you apart." ”

Jiang Xinyue was carried in the hands of the white-eyed man, like a little chicken. No matter how hard Jiang Xinyue tried, she couldn't break free from the palm of the white-eyed man.

"Ah...... Who?"

Jiang Xinyue saw a yellow leaf hit the palm of the white-eyed man, the big man's fingers trembled, and he was in pain, so he immediately put down Jiang Xinyue.

A smile appeared on Wang Ya's face, and he quickly walked in one direction.

The iron abacus held the folding fan in his hand, clapped his hands and shouted: "It must be that the demon girl who is secretly performing a magic spell, she can't escape far, chase after her." Said: "I don't know, I don't know the person you said before." ”

Wang Ya clenched his teeth, his eyes gloomy and terrifying.

At this time, one of the three people on Jiang Xinyue's left side spoke: "Stinky boy, you answer honestly, why did you appear here? If you don't want to be searched by Lao Tzu, you'd better explain it to Lao Tzu truthfully." ”

Jiang Xinyue sneered in her heart, but still explained truthfully: "Qi Yu, this old-timer, I am a disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and I came here to get a four-colored elk demon core. ”

The man suddenly shouted, "You actually call me an old-timer? Where am I old? Let me tell you, the old man is obviously a handsome and dashing, graceful young man." ”

Jiang Xinyue almost laughed, but was glared at by the blonde-haired and white-eyed man who opened her mouth, covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

Beside the white-eyed man, a middle-aged man in Confucian clothes holding a folding fan in one hand sighed: "Big brother, you call yourself 'old man'......"

The white-eyed man looked at everyone and looked at him with a hint of disdain in their eyes, relieved his throat, looked at Jiang Xinyue and said, "Stinky boy, did you hear someone playing the piano here before?"

Jiang Xinyue said with a smile: "The seniors also heard it, and when the juniors were looking for the four-colored elk before, they suddenly heard the sound of heaven, so they stopped and listened." This song is so wonderful, it makes people listen to the heart, and the younger generation also saw a bison in the mountain who was also attracted by the music. ”

The white-eyed man didn't know that Jiang Xinyue was turning around and scolding him for being a stupid cow, and the middle-aged man who looked like a scholar pointed at Jiang Xinyue and scolded: "What a yellow-haired boy, he dares to scold our boss for being ......"

Seeing that he couldn't speak, Jiang Xinyue smiled and said, "I didn't say it, what you say yourself is what it is." ”

The white-eyed man pulled the middle-aged scribe and said, "Iron abacus, what did that kid scold me?"

The iron abacus sighed and said, "The sound just now was not the sound of the piano, but the music of the flute. Big brother, you said that it was the sound of the piano, and this kid said that he was playing the piano to the cow, and he was clearly scolding you......"

When the white-eyed man heard this, he jumped like thunder, pulled Jiang Xinyue's neckline, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, you dare to tease Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu tore you apart." ”

Jiang Xinyue was carried in the hands of the white-eyed man, like a little chicken. No matter how hard Jiang Xinyue tried, she couldn't break free from the palm of the white-eyed man.

"Ah...... Who?"

Jiang Xinyue saw a yellow leaf hit the palm of the white-eyed man, the big man's fingers trembled, and he was in pain, and immediately became a little chicken. No matter how hard Jiang Xinyue tried, she couldn't break free from the palm of the white-eyed man.

"Ah...... Who?"

Jiang Xinyue saw a yellow leaf hit the palm of the white-eyed man, and the big man's fingers trembled