A few days later, the army of monks finally reached the area where the Western Heavenly Dew Groan took place in a slow way, and it turned out to be a sea of flowers!

The reason why I say this is because this place is within a circle of thousands of miles, full of all kinds of flowers, colorful, gorgeous, extremely gorgeous, it is appropriate to call it a sea of flowers!

After Bu Qingyun arrived, he was also amazed at first glance, such a grand and gorgeous scene, which can barely be compared to it, is only the scene where the main peak of Donglai Volcano erupts together with the surrounding seven peaks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Pei Chengfei saw Bu Qingyun's shocked expression, he was once again sure that Bu Qingyun must not be a cultivator of the Muyuan Continent, and at that moment, the murderous intent in his heart was even deeper.

Bu Qingyun didn't notice the hidden murderous intent at all, but swept his gaze over the flowers, of course, he didn't pay attention to the beauty of the flowers in his heart, but he noticed that there was a faint layer of brilliance on the surface of those flowers.

"Judging from the brilliance of circulation, these flowers are probably not extraordinary flowers, to be precise, it is not the soil essence absorbed by ordinary flowers that help them grow."

Bu Qingyun looked at it for a while, and asked Pei Chengfei: "Dare to ask Pei Daoyou, have these flowers never withered?" ”

Pei Chengfei was also a little surprised when he heard it, he thought that Bu Qingyun was enjoying the flowers, but it turned out that he was observing repeatedly, and he could see this, and he couldn't help but ponder in his heart: Although this person's cultivation is only a god general, he has a subtle observation that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, and his mind is quite meticulous, so it seems that his cultivation may be hidden.

He thought so in his heart, but with a natural expression, he said: "Dao friendly eyesight, these words have indeed never withered, if you talk about the length of time, the entire Muyuan Continent can be compared to it, I am afraid that there are only a handful!" ”

Bu Qingyun smiled faintly, did not speak, and looked away from the flowers, just in time to see that there were countless mortals around the flowers looking up to the sky one after another, covering the dazzling light with their hands from time to time!

He didn't listen to what the mortals were talking about, because their topic must be inseparable from the word immortal!

This reminded him of his younger self, who had violated the imperial examination path arranged for him by his parents countless times and was determined to become an immortal, although this determination was not for himself at first, but at that time his desire for the legendary immortal was much stronger than these people.

Pei Chengfei couldn't help but smile when he saw Bu Qingyun, and under curiosity, he followed his gaze, and happened to see the group of mortals, so he said: "Yun Daoyou's smile is meaningful, I don't know if it's because of the ignorance of these mortals, or because Daoyou thinks about Fan in his heart and wants to go back to be a mortal?" ”

When Bu Qingyun heard this, a faint cold light flashed in his eyes, because Pei Chengfei's words sounded ordinary, but in fact, he was really testing his immortal cultivation heart, that is, his Dao heart.

If it were an ordinary monk, he might not have such an enlightenment, but he was different, after he had gone through many times of heart casting, his understanding of the Dao Heart was very human, and he knew very well what the Dao Heart meant for the monk, that was life, that was the source of power for cultivating immortals!

Once the Dao heart is unstable or crashes, it means the end of the path of cultivating immortals, or even death!

Originally, Bu Qingyun felt good about Pei Chengfei, but as soon as Pei Chengfei's words came out, Bu Qingyun had a mustard in his heart, and with the feeling of experiencing countless life and death crises, he began to be wary of Pei Chengfei.

So he didn't answer Pei Chengfei's question directly, but asked rhetorically: "I don't know how Pei Daoyou views mortals?" ”

Pei Chengfei didn't smile, he didn't know that Bu Qingyun had sensed the crisis from him, and thought that it was just Bu Qingyun casually asking, but his origin was special, and he knew the importance of the heart, but he played a dumb riddle and said: "Actually, I have the same idea as you!" ”

Bu Qingyun smiled and said nothing.

While the two of them were talking, there was a sudden commotion in the army of monks, and for some reason, when Bu Qingyun looked over, he found that there was a group of monks in strange costumes.

The reason why this group of monks is strange is that on the left side of their robes there is an attic pattern embroidered on the chest, this pattern is quite strange, at first glance it is very clear, but when you want to look closely, it gradually becomes blurred, as if a flame is beating.

Bu Qingyun's whole body was full of energy, condensed in his eyes, and looked at the pattern again, but there was only a little outline, and he could vaguely see that it was a pentagonal attic, and nothing else could be seen.

As for Pei Chengfei, when he saw this group of monks, there was a little more depth between his delicate eyebrows, and he muttered softly: "Strange, how did they come here?" ”

Although the voice was very small, it still fell on Bu Qingyun's ears, and he saw Pei Chengfei's worries, but unfortunately, Pei Chengfei hid his cultivation from beginning to end, and he had special anti-detection methods, so that he couldn't guess his identity at all.

But even so, based on the feeling alone, he also has a bold guess, because there is only one person who can give him this feeling!

At this moment, there was still a day before the appearance of the Western Singing Wonders, and a group of monks sat down cross-legged in the air around the range of the sea of flowers.

Night fell quickly, and the mortals below did not disperse either, everyone hoped to see a peerless wonder in their short life, not to mention that it was related to immortals, so it would not be in vain to go to the human world.

The night passed quickly, and when the next morning came, all the monks and mortals stood silently, waiting for the unsurpassed spectacle to appear.

"Wow, whoa"

Suddenly, a brief uproar sounded, and a gorgeous streamer poured down like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, sprinkled on all the flowers and leaves in the sea of flowers, and at the moment of contact, those brilliance condensed and formed dewdrops.

At the same time, a crisp dragon roar sounded in the heavens and the earth, which was extremely beautiful.

The sound was not loud, but it contained a sense of leisure and elegance, and the countless mortals below were originally a little weak after insisting on sleepless night, but the moment they heard the dragon's moan, it actually made them feel refreshed, and all the fatigue dissipated in an instant, replaced by an indescribable sense of comfort, which they had never enjoyed in their lives.

After all the mortals felt this change, they closed their eyes and made wishes, hoping that the immortals would help them fulfill their wishes.

Everything seems so calm, it seems like you just need to listen quietly!

However, the moment the dragon's groan appeared, it was enjoyment to others, but when it fell on his ears, it set off an irreplaceable shock.

Because, this is not the sound of a dragon's groan, but the sound of a piano, he has heard this sound, although it is not exactly the same, but the feeling cannot be wrong, he is very sure, and the qin that makes this sound is exactly the guqin he obtained from the tree of the Holy Spirit of the Beiyi tribe!

The reason why he was so sure was because after he left the Beiyi Clan, in the process of being chased and killed by Jun Yanxia Sanjie, he had plucked the strings of the guqin with the help of the ruthless princess's hand.

Although the plucking was irregular, he could still be sure that the two sounds were the same one.

This is like a person's charm, whether it is the brocade silk he wears, or the blue wisps of the road, this person's charm can never be changed, unless he dies!

But since the guqin is in his hand, where does the sound come from at this moment? If there are two or more guqins, who is playing them at the moment? How did the peerless spectacle of the Western Sky Luyin, which appears once in decades or even centuries, come into being?

The key to solving all this lies in the guqin, but the guqin is taken from the tree of the Holy Spirit, and everything has to be returned to the tree of the Holy Spirit.

"The secret of the Western Murmur..."

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