"The main event is here," Zhu Wen shook the folding fan and said with a wicked smile.

Xiao Jiange couldn't help but take a sip of tea, if he didn't succeed in attracting it, it was estimated that he would have to break into the Phoenix Pavilion at night, I was afraid that it would be nine deaths, Xiao Jiange couldn't help it

A little melancholy.

Nangong Song and Dance had a lively look, knocking the melon seeds on the fruit plate with relish, and the stars were shining in her beautiful eyes.

"A song of mourning, sorrowful bowels, a song of the soul, remembering the deceased, a song of ruthlessness, a song of heart glass, the heart of the world is as clear as a mirror. I only hate to be born in the red dust. ”

A faint sound like a silver bell rippled in the middle of the hall, and it seemed so bleak and graceful in the dim hall.

I saw Qin Luoli wearing a plain dress slowly falling, sitting down cross-legged, the surrounding curtains fluttering, and a gust of breeze rippled around like a tide.

"Next, let the little girl present a flute song for all the sons. ”

"Please enjoy the latest flute music created by the little girl. ”

The flute song is titled "Love and Hatred"

I saw Qin Luoli's red lips lightly opened, and she said lightly, her voice was ethereal, and she was very few in her ears.

"Good!"

"Miss Luoli, when you see it today, it's really like a fairy in the sky."

"It's so beautiful, it's worthy of the number one Oiran!"

Someone exclaimed, amazed by Qin Luoli's appearance, and shouted that the trip was worthwhile.

"Sure enough, it's amazing. Xiao Jiange sighed, it's a pity that Brother Duan can't see such an amazing picture and peerless beauty, Xiao Jiange thought of Duan Yuran who was taken away, and couldn't help but think so.

"Woo~" The flute sounded, ethereal, far and near, and the melodious melody echoed throughout the hall, desolate and tactful, as if telling the melancholy in the heart.

As soon as the flute sounded out, the audience was shocked and amazed.

"Wonderful, it really has the flute sound of the phoenix as rumored. Zhu Wen couldn't help but admire, he is well versed in the way of music, has a deep understanding of music, and can make Zhu Wen appreciate and admire the extraordinary vocal music.

The flute sound is melodious and continuous, rippling in everyone's ears and washing everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the whole hall became more peaceful unconsciously, and everyone closed their eyes slightly to relax their expressions, happily enjoying the flute sound hovering in their ears.

The calm and tactful flute sound of "Woo Woo Woo" lingers, as if with a silent emphasis.

It immediately aroused everyone's mood, and suddenly everyone's mind was filled with their own pictures.

The lonely wandering swordsmen have in their minds the images of their relatives in their villages waiting for their return.

The swordsmen in white clothes and green shirts came up with the scene of the old swordsmanship, one person and one sword going down the mountain, and the master was pleased to see him go away before leaving.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe was also in a trance.

"I have learned divination, gossip, four elephants, five elements, exorcism, demon subjugation, and Taoist swordsmanship, when can I serve as the Taoist master and promote my Taoist sect! Our Taoist sect is still only a non-mainstream sect, not even a twelve. In a trance, the man in the yellow robe seemed to remember that he had shouted angrily in front of the master who was over half a year old.

"Not enough, not enough, you don't have enough responsibility, our Taoist sect is a decent family, this is the legacy of the ancestors, only if you can take on the pillar of the righteous path can you inherit the position of the Taoist master. In my memory, the white-haired master was dressed in a yellow robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and closed his eyes.

"Then what can I do to prove myself," the yellow-robed man said in a low voice, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

"You go to the Central Plains to participate in the Eight Directions Sword Competition, if you can get the first place and become the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect against the Demon Sect, you will be qualified to take over the position of Dao Master. That day, his master said lightly, as if he was just telling a trivial matter.

"Haha, master, are you so relieved, aren't you afraid that I will become the main sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect and forget my original intention and not be a sect?"

Facing the question of the middle-aged man in the yellow Taoist robe, his master only smiled slightly, "If there is really that time, you have already dedicated your strength to the Sword Sect against the Demon Sect, and you have inherited the legacy of your ancestors, so what's the harm in forgetting the Dao Sect?"

"The avenue is the same, in the eyes of the master, the world is the way, and the dedication to the world is the supreme avenue. ”

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe was silent and slowly turned to leave.

"I'll do what I promised. ”

Since then, he has been displaced, and finally came to the Central Plains.

The ethereal flute sound was still the same, and the man in the yellow robe pulled back to his senses, and his eyes showed a bit of remembrance.

Master, the apprentice will definitely make an agreement, personally take over the position of the Taoist master from your hands, and carry forward my Tao.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe said secretly in his heart.

Xiao Jiange listened quietly to the sound of the flute, his heart was calm, and he felt peaceful, this long-lost feeling made him feel comfortable, and a vague picture slowly appeared in his mind

"Sword Song, I've recently practiced Aoki Sword Slash, come, let's learn from each other!"

"I've lost to you again, but I'm not going to give up. ”

In the past, the picture of Xiao Meng and his brothers and sisters slowly unfolded.

"Brother Jiange, your cultivation has improved a few points, it's so powerful. ”

What then emerged was the picture of Xiao Xin who was glued to her side at the beginning, with a happy smile on her face, happily looking at Xiao Jiange who was slowly finishing her work.

The screen turns.

"Cultivation has regressed again, am I becoming a wasted person like the cultivators of previous generations?"

"Is this martial idiot sword technique really a thousand-year-old remnant sword?"

Xiao Jiange muttered decadently in the square where he sat on the Forgotten Peak.

"No, believe in yourself, others don't look favorably on you, but the Father looks favorably on you. Xiao Moran, who was dressed in a green shirt, came slowly, with encouragement in his eyes.

"Father" Xiao Jiange looked up, his eyes showing an inquiring look.

"Can I really completely cultivate this sword technique and solve the problem of regression in cultivation?" At that time, Xiao Jiange's eyes were blank, and he looked at Xiao Moran in confusion, like a lost lamb, his eyes pitiful and helpless.

"Yes!"

"Don't look at whose son you are!"

"You are my son Xiao Moran!"

Under the scorching sun, the green shirt swept away with a sweep of its sleeves and turned away, like a gust of wind, blowing away the sorrow in Xiao Jiange's heart.

The warm pictures of the past kept flashing, Xiao Jiange was intoxicated, and a drop of crystal light slowly slipped from the corner of his eye.

"Woo~" Suddenly, when everyone was intoxicated and indulged, the tone of the flute suddenly changed and became urgent.

In an instant, the style changed, and everyone was still intoxicated, but the picture in their minds changed in vain!

A stream of blood spread through Xiao Jiange's mind.

It was a desolate wasteland, and as far as the eye could see, there were corpses all over the field, and blood flowed, reflecting Xiao Jiange's cold figure.

At the same time, Xiao Jiange only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and he saw that the blood in the sky slowly condensed into the figure shrouded in black robes, and a pair of scarlet eyes revealed from the darkness.

"Boy, the slaughter has begun. A low murmur echoed in Xiao Jiange's mind and shook in his heart.

Xiao Jiange, who suddenly closed his eyes, broke out in a cold sweat, trembling slightly.