In the ring.

Yu Ling's clothes were also wet, she was full of embarrassment, straightened her clothes, took out the green flute she was wearing from her waist, and glared at Tianxi angrily: "I don't allow you to touch me again." Since you're very bad, let you try my strength. ”

Tianxi looked at Yu Ling timidly, and it seemed that she was really angry.

Yu Ling picked up the green flute and blew it in a faint throat. The sound of the flute is clearer and colder, and there is nowhere to rely on, as if snowflakes are flying in the sky and the earth is vast.

Tianxi was very puzzled in his heart, it was obviously a martial arts competition, but Yu Ling did not allow him to get close, what is the reason? Tianxi doesn't know the rhythm of music, Yu Ling playing the flute to him is tantamount to playing the piano to the cow, doesn't it say that it's better than martial arts, what is this flute for?

Tianxu thought like this, but gradually felt his heart shake, the flute sound was melodious and pleasant, although he didn't understand the rhythm, but the flute sound seemed to have magic into his ears, penetrated into his heart, hooked up with his heart, floating and sinking with the waves. Soon he was caught up in the sound of the flute, and there was no way to pay attention to the world outside of the flute.

"At such a young age, you can control the Wuzhu secret technique 'Qianqingyin', and you deserve to be the genius of the Wuzhu Yu clan." Emperor Hongwu listened to the melodious flute with a look of approval on his face, and most of the famous nobles around him were intoxicated and immersed in the music, and only a few people with martial arts skills were lucky and resistant.

"Qianqingyin" is one of the top secret techniques of Wuzhu, and it is a way for the Yu clan to communicate with the god of nature. From attracting bees and butterflies to summoning birds and animals, all of them can be controlled by a flute. "Qianqingyin" can communicate with people's hearts when cultivated to a higher level, and the flute sound is like a jade hand tugging at people's heartstrings, and by resonating with people's hearts to control others and use them for their own use. Legend has it that those who practice to the top can make nature their own use, a hundred flowers bloom, a hundred birds accompany them, and a hundred beasts bow down. However, for thousands of years, few people have cultivated the "Qianqingyin" to the top, and it is said that the person who created this sound technique used this miracle to create Wuzhu Village on Dongyi Mountain.

The person who can cultivate the "Thousand Green Sounds" must be a talented person with outstanding talents, and if this person wants to communicate with nature, he must have extremely high talent and musical attainments. If the "Qianqing Yin" can be cultivated to a high level, so that the communication is natural and harmonious with the hearts of the people, the speaker can not only understand human nature but also control the hearts and emotions of the people, such a genius can be said to be rare.

More than ten years ago, during the holy war, the two sisters Yu Cheng, the mother of Yu Ling, and Yu Guifei, Yu Che, had used the "Qianqingyin" to resist the enemy, and tens of thousands of troops were controlled by this "Qianqingyin" and could not set foot in the Wuzhu Holy Domain, and were led by the sound of the flute to the Ming army in the ambush circle, and only the power of Yu Cheng and Yu Che affected the final battle.

However, this secret technique "Qianqingyin" is extremely mentally draining, and it is a very dangerous secret art. This technique must not only be based on deep internal strength and extremely focused mental power, but also require the mind to be like water and not be controlled by emotions. If the opponent has a strong mind or has a difficult internal cultivation, he cannot control it with the vocal range; The risk of using a secret technique is also very high, and the caster is likely to be affected by the other party's feelings and resonate with it, and will be counterattacked by this technique, which will greatly consume the spirit, and even be controlled by the other party.

At this time, Yu Ling in the martial arts ring, at a young age, was able to control the miracle of "Qianqingyin", and his talent and attainments were beyond the reach of ordinary Wuzhu clansmen, even compared with the previous Wuzhu patriarchs, he could also rank among the best.

Yu Ling's opponent Tianxu has no internal force foundation, and there are no emotional fluctuations, so even if Yu Ling has a first glimpse of "Qianqingyin", he dares to use the art of royal sound to train this dumb monk.

The sound of the flute was lonely at first, like snowflakes floating between heaven and earth, falling on the top of a high mountain. The listener felt an awe-inspiring chill, and some of the audience members clasped their arms and shivered, feeling very cold. Tianxi bore the brunt of the blow, his eyes were confused and his face was like frost, his fists clenched and motionless, as if he was standing alone on the frosty earth, and he was overwhelmed by the cold.

The flat ground under his feet rises sharply, and the sky seems to be standing on top of a superb mountain. The high places are unbearable, and the cold at the top of the peak is unbearable.

More and more people hugged their bodies and curled up in a ball, but they listened to the sound of the flute leisurely, and the chill was no longer so cold.

As the spring sun warms up, the snow melts, the spring water murmurs down the cliffs, and the sunlight reflects the brilliance in the jumping water. The stream runs all the way to form a river, which is either fast or slow, straight or meandering. The water is murmuring, passing through the mountains and rivers, running across the plains, all the way to the east.

Tianxi's face softened slightly, his clenched fists loosened, his frowning brows unfolded, and he was pulled by the sound of the flute, as if he was the gurgling water, his steps were gentle, and he walked towards the east of the ring step by step.

He passed by Yu Ling, who was playing the flute, but he didn't see her at all, just looked up at the east, the clouds cracked, and there was the rising warm sun. Even the crowd under the ring slowly moved eastward.

Tianxu had almost crossed the entire ring, and the flowing water in the sound of the flute flowed all the way to the east, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Tianxi wanted to wake up from the music, but he couldn't find anything. Tianxi's footsteps slowed, lifted, fell, lifted again, and fell again, as if he had made up his mind, and no longer moved forward.

The sound of the flute suddenly turned, as if lightning flashed thunder and rained rain, and the river level rose, threatening to break through the riverbed and spread uncontrollably. In a few moments, the rivers in the illusion are mighty and unstoppable, and they are about to break through the embankment, and the ocean is unrestrained.

The music and melody came one after another, and the first note of the heavens was forced, and it was extremely difficult to raise his legs and take two steps forward, and finally closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist scriptures, and the spiritual platform was temporarily clear. So he simply sat down on the edge of the ring.

No matter how much Yu Ling urges now, it will be difficult to shake the heavens in the slightest. I saw Tianxi take out a wooden fish from his arms, and the other hand held a mallet and knocked it gently.

Tuk, tuk, tuk......

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom and walking in the depths of Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering......

Tianxi's heart was empty, his mind no longer chased the sound of the flute, he no longer followed the current, but seemed to be a flat boat going upstream.

Knock, knock, knock......

The wooden fish struck on the melody of Qianqingyin. Each knock is like adding a dam to the riverbank, changing the course of the river and blocking castration. The flute sound with the addition of the wooden fish leisurely, the shower stopped, the river into the lake, the lake surface rippled slightly, the lake as far as the eye can see, quiet and serene.

In the flute fantasy, everyone saw the light of the upper and lower sky, a blue and vast scene; Sand gulls fly and gather, and brocade scales swim. The sound of the flute is synchronized with the sound of the wooden fish, stable and orderly.

I saw the long smoke empty, the bright moon was thousands of miles, the floating light was golden, and the still shadow was sinking. The sound of the flute rose sharply, and a raptor flew out of the quiet lake like a crack! The dragon fierce god called the wind and rain, as if to devour this heaven and earth, and the mountains and rivers were moved!

Tianxi sat up with wide eyes and startled, the wooden mallet in his hand, the wooden fish on the ground, and the chanting of the Buddha was unstoppable.

The dragon in the flute circled in the air and found the flat boat in the middle of the lake, and the raptor let out an angry roar and rushed towards the flat boat! The boat was swallowed up by the pressure of the lake, and Tianxi wanted to take a step back and avoid the vicious dragon. But if he takes another half step back, he will really fall under the ring.

The mallet fell from his hand and smashed on the wooden fish on the ground.

"Boom!"

The gavel seemed to have smashed on the head of the raptor, and the boat was not swallowed by the dragon, but floated farther and farther away with the waves on the surface of the lake, and floated out of the lake.

It's drifting again.

The sound of the flute rises and falls, and the river goes more turbulently, passing through the forest and trees, sometimes like a dragon roaring and a lion roaring, sometimes like a wolf howling, or if the long wind vibrates the forest, or if the light rain wets the flowers, it is extremely ever-changing.

Tianxu sat down again, and the sound of the wooden fish became louder and louder. Bian Zhou went forward to the east, and his heart meditated and chanted to the Buddhas of the West Heaven. No matter what happens, he doesn't pay attention.

"The relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the receiving, thinking, acting, and knowing are also the same......"

The crowd in the audience was led eastward by the sound of the flute, and they also settled down after the knock of this wooden fish. The sound of the wooden fish was originally interspersed with the rhythm of the flute, which was not very noticeable, but it would be noisy again, and everyone could only hear the sound of "dong, dong", and the flute became the background.

The tens of thousands of viewers in the audience couldn't help but nod their heads to the rhythm of Tianxi Muyu.

Yu Ling is no longer as calm and relaxed as before, but blowing while walking, stepping on the gossip direction under her feet. This is the posture used by the Yu people when they practice superior internal strength, and the battle between the two sides is at a critical juncture, which shows that she has done her best.

The river is popular to the mountains, the rapids are turbulent, the majestic and high, the torrent is brave, the flat boat floats to a cliff, the rumbling water sound is heard not far away, it is a big waterfall of white water. At the bottom of the waterfall, the water rushes, and the splash alone reaches a height of 100 zhang, and the water is extremely turbulent. Everyone held their breath, wondering if the boat would survive here.

Unexpectedly, the Ye Bian boat was blocked by a reef, and no longer drifted with the waves, no matter how strong the wind and waves were, the turbulence was rapid, and it couldn't move a bit!

Knock, knock, knock......

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased......"

The flute is framed by the monotonous sound of a wooden fish, and no matter how ever-changing the music is, it is reduced to a simple and boring percussion. The rocks above the river suddenly collapsed, blocking the castration of the flowing water. The rushing waterfall behind it gradually subsided, almost completely blocked by the landslide, and the flat boat rose with the water to the sky. From the flat boat, I looked at the western sky, and looked at the end of the world, where the snowflakes fell on the top of the high mountains, the warm sun shone on the melting snow, and the stream gurgled down from there. And the flowing water gathered in front of me has risen to the height of the mountain, and there is a great tendency to go retrograde!

The space of the flute was cracked out by the wooden mallet, and each time the hammer was knocked off, the crack spread farther, and the mountains on both sides of the river continued to collapse, as if to bury the flowing water!

I don't know when the rain stopped.

There was hot air on top of Yu Ling's head, and she frowned as she struggled to breathe. The flute sound is weak and the sound is thinning. And the sound of the wooden fish became louder and louder, as if there was no other sound between heaven and earth.