The night was like ink, and the season was almost winter, and the grassland was covered with sparse dead grass, blackened by dark red blood.

In a corner of the grassland, a bloody chase is being staged. A group of masters with various spiritual weapons surrounded an old man in his old age. The old man was covered in blood, his face was resolute, his waist was straight, and he was holding a guqin in his hands. This guqin is dark black throughout, with seven strings flowing with silver brilliance, and the body faintly exudes a strange bloodthirsty atmosphere, which makes people shudder. Although the people who besieged him were murderous one by one, they all distanced themselves from him, as if this old man was very terrifying.

The guqin seems to be extremely cherished by the old man, and when he was seriously injured, he still protected the qin well and did not let the body be stained with any stains.

"You have no way to escape today!" said one of the group of people who were chasing the old man, his eyes glaring, as if he had a common hatred.

"Xu Yinsheng, you also have today, if you want to blame it, blame you for doing too much evil, causing public anger, no one can save you today!" said the other man confidently.

"Hmph!" Although Xu Yinsheng is old, he does not see the color of decadence, "I Xu Yinsheng has never killed innocent people in my life, and I ask myself if there is no wrongdoer, today the thieves are treacherous and fall into a desperate situation, and I don't want to say anything." Come on! Even if the old man dies today, he will have to pull a few pads!"

When everyone present heard him say this, they all had scruples, and no one stepped forward. Although it is to besiege Xu Yinsheng, these people value their lives more, it is good to be able to kill this person, but it is not worth losing their lives.

"Why? Didn't you keep saying that you wanted the old man's blood to be splashed on the spot? Who will try the old man's piano music?" Xu Yinsheng sneered and swept around these self-proclaimed righteous people.

One of them hesitated: "Xu Yinsheng, we admit that your qin skills have indeed reached the pinnacle of perfection, I am afraid that no one in the world can match it! Your death is really an irreparable loss for the qin master world! Your qin sound can attack in a wide area, and a song 'Thousand Miles Blocking' is enough to severely damage all of us here...... But can you finish a piece now? As long as we keep a certain distance from you, your piano can't help us. ”

"Ignorant rats!" Xu Yinsheng hugged the guqin, glanced at him coldly, and said, "Just by you, what qualifications do you have to talk about the qin, the old man repaired the qin at the age of three, and it has been eighty years now, and he still doesn't dare to speculate about the extreme realm of the qin, what qualifications do you have? Do you really think that the old man can't kill you all now? Joke, the old man has lived to this day, so what's the point of dying with you!"

As he spoke, he held the piano with one hand with his left hand instead, and gently placed the five fingers of his right hand on the strings.

Seeing Xu Yinsheng stroking the strings of the piano, these people were like mice meeting cats, hulala retreated for hundreds of meters, and a few timid ones even fled on the spot! It can be seen that the strength of the qin demon has left an indelible shadow in their hearts.

"Stop!" said a wrinkled old woman on crutches. Her eyes were so wrinkled that she couldn't see, and she couldn't stop coughing after walking two steps, and it seemed that she was about to die.

"Teacher, why are you too?" Xu Yinsheng was very surprised, his fingers stopped in mid-air, and he didn't pluck the strings.

The old woman persuaded: "Yinsheng, if you still recognize me as a teacher, listen to my advice, and put down the six rounds of blood qin! Since you created this qin sixty years ago, you have used it to kill too much, so that it is dyed with bad qi and blood, and it is no longer pure. Do you know why you have not been able to realize the extreme realm of the qin for a long time? Because you have already deviated from the path of the qin! Your qin is no longer playing the sound of the qin, but killing!"

Xu Yinsheng's face was full of bitterness, and he looked up to the sky and said: "Is this really the case? Liulun, can't we ever touch the extreme realm of the qin again? At the beginning, I spent twenty years of hard work to create you, because I wanted to go down the qin path with you...... Alas, that's it, people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes...... I'm not qualified after all, I'm the one who hurt you......."

Xu Yinsheng looked at the Liulun Blood Qin gently, just like looking at a loved one, his lips were close to the strings, and he whispered to the Qin. The blood piano is psychic, and the body of the piano trembles slightly when it is heard, as if it is obstructing.

"What are you going to do?!" the old woman saw that Xu Yinsheng's body was filled with a pure white aura, and her heart suddenly felt frightened.

"I have been confidant with the six wheels for 60 years, and it is I who have made its pure heart tainted, and my sins should be borne by me. Xu Yinsheng gently stroked the strings of the piano, soothing the uneasiness of the six wheels, "I will use all my soul power to purify the six wheels, remove the impurities on its body, and make it turn back into the most beautiful 'six wheels of snow qin'......"

He stared at the Liulun Blood Qin for a long time, and then reluctantly looked away, and said to the old woman: "Teacher, one last thing I ask you, please find a suitable master for Liulun...... The owner who can take it to the extreme realm of the piano ......"

The picture came to an abrupt end here, Tianlan opened his eyes suddenly, and the world gradually returned to its original state. He moved his arm slightly, and when he found that he could move, he struggled to sit up.

He had been here before, and it was the main tent of the Golden Lion Mercenary Group's camp, and the place where he was lying now was probably the most comfortable and superlative bed in the entire camp. There was only one sleeping Xiaotang in the main tent, and there was no one else. There was an oil lamp lit inside the main tent, and no light came in from the outside, so it was night. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, and the others didn't know what had happened.

He rubbed his temples a little tiredly, smiled wryly and said to himself, "It's a dream...... It's terrible that he fell asleep......" He was feeling very bad now, not to mention the faint pain in the wound, and the whole person became more tired after that heart-wrenching dream, even more tired than a series of battles. It would be very difficult for him to wake up from such a dream unless the dream ended. Worst of all, if his mind is not firm enough, he is likely to sink into a dream, forget who he is, and may never wake up. For him, sleep is not rest, but a kind of mental oppression.

Now that he had woken up, he was reluctant to continue lying on the bed, got up gently, first put on a coat for Xiaotang, who was asleep on the table, and then quietly left the main tent.

"Wu Gong, the kid you want me to stare at has woken up and left the main tent. A mercenary ran over to Wu Gong and said respectfully. Shortly after she left, Tianlan was discovered by a sneaky mercenary. That mercenary was the one who was instructed by Wu Gong, and he was one of the dozens of people who were left behind, but he didn't expect to be brainwashed by Wu Gong so quickly to become his person.

Wu Gong's face was overjoyed when he heard this, and said: "Great, if he doesn't leave the main tent, we won't be able to start!"

The mercenary hesitated a little and said, "That'...... Wu Gong, do we have to kill these three young people? The brothers I saw back had a good impression of them, and the head of Nangong even let them rest in the main tent, and also ordered that the vicinity of the main tent must be quiet, so that they could meditate and recuperate. What if we ...... Wouldn't it be good?"

Wu Gong glanced at the mercenary dissatisfied, and said, "What do you know! He caused me to lose my second brother, especially the one in white, if he hadn't refused to cooperate and let go of the red flower, how could the second brother have died of poison......! Hmph, why are we waiting until now? Isn't it just to annihilate them in one fell swoop while no one is paying attention! You remember, it doesn't matter if the head of Nangong is happy or not, we are now the people of the second head of the group, and with the support of the second head of the group, what are you afraid of?"

It turned out that he was not in harmony with Nangong Mingjing and others at all, so his actions always seemed incompatible with others. Probably with the backer of the second regiment leader, he thinks he can be unscrupulous!

As one of the largest giant mercenary groups in the mainland, the Golden Lion Mercenary Group is not headed by one, but by three people. The three of them are brothers, and Nangong Mingjing is the third, and they jointly created this Golden Lion mercenary group. Among them, although Nangong Mingjing's strength is slightly worse, he is very good at being a man and is the most popular leader, and the other two are not bad. Originally, the relationship between the three brothers was very good, but as the mercenary group continued to expand, various disputes appeared, and now they are still in a state of balance, but some small frictions are constant.

After all, the three of Tianlan are outsiders, and even if Wu Gong attacks them, Nangong Mingjing can't do anything to his own members because of a few outsiders!