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Everyone was listening to the heart, suddenly, Murong Wanxi ten fingers plucked, the rhythm turned, the timbre slowly became soft, the sound quality is also gradually turned quiet, revealing a thousand kinds of warmth, if there is an endless heartfelt heart, the melody began to shuttle is the figure of the red makeup beauty, is the back of the deep boudoir, but also the enchanting dance, in the sound of the sound, only to hear her continue to sing:——

The yellow bird muttered, but Xiaolai listened to Ding Dingmu.

The heart has been chased. Tears poured into his eyes.

Seeing self-inadvertently, it is even more detached from the love song.

Mandarin Ridge is alone. Rest and see. Looking back at the green streams and mountains.

This song is soft and charming, and the timbre is charming, but it hides a murderous intention, inadvertently, killing people invisibly, it is Murong Wanxi's self-composed more detached love song, which is often used to break the enemy on the battlefield.

Murong Wanxi waved his ten fingers in a row, the sound of the zither turned sharply, and in the sudden rhythm, the twenty-three strings on the zither shook violently, and then a graceful figure floated out from each string, like light petals, floating into the middle of the grass. At this time, everyone saw twenty-three women appear in the middle of the meadow. The women were all colorful, dressed in light gauze shirts, with graceful figures and seductive postures, dancing enchantingly and lightly to the sound of the kite.

The rhythm of the zither sound is sometimes clear, sometimes soft, sometimes charming, and the melody of ding ding dong is full of weirdness and slaughter, like an invisible noose, hiding a faint killing machine.

The twenty-three women in the center of the lawn danced, whirling, undulating, dancing in unison, and their light gauze clothes swirled around their extremely seductive bodies like mist, soft as boneless. With the change of the rhythm of the voice, the smile on each woman's face is extremely soft, such as the ripples in the eyes of the autumn water, all of which are bewitching, and its dancing posture is becoming more and more enchanting, soft, deducing the light clothes of the concubine out of the bath, the boudoir of the flower candle in the cave room is looking forward to it, the moon before the flower is difficult to tell the lovesickness, the thin shirt and light yarn, it is difficult to hide the concave and convex of its body, and the tenderness in the shallow smile shows the charm.

In the sound of the ring, the twenty-three dancers have vividly interpreted the femininity and enchantment of women, changing in a myriad of ways, and all kinds of postures can make people's hearts shake.

The man in the queue in the North Palace had already closed his eyes tightly and plugged his ears, far away from the temptation of this voice. There are weak-minded spectators in the militia of Wanzhai, and at this time their hearts are already uncertain, a little floating, gradually trance, and delirium. There were three or five Wanzhai men who seemed to be controlled by this sound, and couldn't help but run out of the queue, join in this dance, and dance with crazy hands, and not long after, they vomited blood and died.

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard the sound of finger finger flicking, the sound was clear, buzzing in the air, accompanied by a clear groan. I saw Fan Xiang holding a broken knife in his left hand, and the five fingers of his right hand flicked the knife surface and walked out.

Wan Haoruo looked at Fanxiang in astonishment, and was about to stop it. Fanxiang turned her head, looked at Wan Haoruo, smiled slightly, her eyes were like a phoenix flying obliquely, and her essence flickered. I saw him slowly walking into the field, flicking his knife and groaning:-

I have Xuan Bing, pure heart;

The broken knife is loud, straight up to the ninefold.

Go to me to worry, scold Fang Xuan;

Be generous, like a chime.

The noise of doves disturbs my Qingxing;

There are guests in front and beautiful women in the back.

The moon is bright and bright, and the stars can be hidden;

Sadness and sorrow are involuntary.

Looking at the eight wildernesses, wandering the four wildernesses;

The left leads the bright yellow, and the right is the big firmament.

The sun is bright, the water is beautiful and the mountains are clear;

The black magpie surrounds the bamboo, and there are no branches to rely on.

The more strange it is, the south comes and the north goes;

Heaven and earth are one, coexisting with me.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart;

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

Playing the knife and singing, the sound of the knife is clear, like the song of the phoenix, the sound of singing is hearty, the slightly hoarse sound quality, revealing endless desolation, tragic, heroic and dry clouds.

Fan Xiang restrained his mind, and mobilized the part of the divine power in the dantian that had been restored, and he was strong through his fingertips, and between each singing, he flicked the knife into a sound, struck the rhythm into a rhythm, and led the business according to the palace, one flick and one groan, and the rhythm of Murong Wanxi's sound should be inserted without any mistakes. As his sword song became more and more desolate and tragic, the soft and charming sound in the sound of the song was becoming more and more diluted. Suddenly, Fan Xiang laughed loudly, five fingers played on the knife surface, the tune turned suddenly, and the sound of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" sounded into a string, forming an out-of-tune noise, hiding the slaughter of Jin Ge Iron Horse, just right to cut into the junction of each syllable of Zheng Sheng, and Zheng Sheng's attack and refusal to fight. Rao is Murong Wanxi's deep sound rhythm, has reached the point of perfection, suddenly felt his heart shake, the fingertips of the blow Zheng actually followed the sound of the knife, the sound of Zheng followed by a suffocation, the women in the center of the grass looked changed, and at the same time, the whole body shook, no longer controlled by the sound of the sound, and with the rhythm of the sound of the knife like a zombie jumping up and down, the dance steps were chaotic, the sound of the knife was followed by a series of bursts without a beat, like a series of cannons, all the women were already jumping with the sound of the knife. At the same time, the twenty-three strings on Qin Zheng also followed the sound of the knife, vibrating violently, buzzing, and suddenly, with a "pop", the string was broken, and a woman in the middle of the grass turned into a wisp of green smoke, floating towards the bamboo forest, and disappeared outside the clouds.

Murong Wanxi knew that she was invincible at this time, so she pressed the strings with her ten fingers, and the sound stopped. The women in the field immediately dissipated into nothingness.

Fan Xiang laughed, and finally flicked a finger on the knife surface, and the sound of the knife clanged, and the aftermath lingered, and the scene was endless.

Wan Hao jumped out like an arrow, stood side by side with Fan Xiang, looked at Fan Xiang and smiled, then turned his head to look at Murong Wanxi, his face was full of pride, and said with a smile: "Hey, who is that, do you still have to fight now?" Or, worship my brother Fan Xiang as a master, study hard, how about it? Or, go back and practice for a thousand years, and then find my brother Fan Xiang to compare,...... Hee-hee. ”

A maid behind Murong Wanxi who was about the same age as Wan Haoruo listened, her willow eyebrows stood up, she immediately jumped out, looked at Wan Haoruo, and said sharply: "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, how can the county lord of my family be humiliated by such a low-level demon as you." He turned his head to look at Fan Xiang again, and said coldly: "You are a rude man from another world, and you don't look at yourself in the mirror, you are in tattered clothes, like a beggar, you really don't know how ugly!"

Wan Haoruo was about to respond, Fan Xiang patted her shoulder, looked at the little girl in front of her who was about the same age as Wan Haoruo, smiled, and said: "You are expensive and people give you this crown and big belt; However, if you are not honored, you are not happy? If you are not insulting me, I am angry?...... Haha, a war is a war, and if you lose, you have to admit it, so ,...... What do you say, haha. ”

"You...... Hum....... The maid paused heavily, turned back to the queue, turned her head to the side, and no longer paid attention to Fanxiang and Wan Haoruo, already very annoyed.

Murong Wanxi lowered her eyebrows and stroked the strings, her long eyelashes fanned gently, as if she was in a quiet thought, and after a while, she raised her head, looked at Fan Xiang, smiled, and said softly: "Yes? Am I defeated? Haha, Fan Xiang, I will not be defeated until I defeat you." ...... This battle between you and me is not over yet?" he said, lowered his head, gently crossed his hand on Qin Zheng's strings, raised his head, looked at Fan Xiang, and smiled again.

"You, you talk when you talk, why do you keep looking at others laughing, how many times have you said you,...... It's shameless!" Wan Haoruo stepped over, blocked in front of Fan Xiang, looked at Murong Wanxi, and said angrily.

"Really? Then I'll be shameless once. Fanxiang, let's fight again, if you are defeated, you will be my prisoner, follow me back to the Beigong military camp, be my prisoner, if I am defeated, I will naturally withdraw my troops back to the camp, what is it?"

"You want to be beautiful, there are such good things. Brother Fanxiang, let's go, leave her alone. Wan Haoruo pulled Fan Xiang and wanted to go back to his team.

Fan Xiang smiled, looked at Murong Wanxi, and said calmly: "Okay, if you are defeated, withdraw your troops immediately, and you must not come to harass all kinds of people in Kuanshan in the future, and ensure that Kuanyun Mountain is peaceful, how about it?"

"Okay, it's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

After speaking, the two were speechless for a while.

Fan Xiang patted Wan Haoruo's hand, smiled slightly, and motioned for her to go back to the queue first.

Murong Wanxi stopped talking, plucked a few times on the strings of the zither, and made a few killings of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, this time the timbre was no longer a soft and charming sound. At this time, the people who came with her knew that this performance was extraordinary, and it was different from the previous formation, so they took out the cotton balls that had been prepared, and stuffed their ears to stop the sound of the piano.

When Fan Xiang saw it, he was slightly surprised, but he didn't care, bent down, picked up half of the dead bamboo in the grass, and gently hit the back of the knife, with an empty sound.

At this time, he walked out, stood next to Fanxiang, took out a turquoise jade flute from his sleeve, and said: "Since there are guests, I should also drum and play the sheng, so I will join in the fun, play a song, and chat to entertain people." ”

Murong Wanxi did not answer, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, when her long eyelashes fanned, her left and right hands were gently pressed on the strings, concentrating for a moment, and the five fingers of her right hand gently brushed the strings, and the dingdong sounded, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and then, her ten fingers were linked, and the tone gradually turned agitated and more poignant, and the sound quality implied the condensation and roar of the iron horse Jinge, just like a huge battlefield, there were millions of troops rushing to kill, for a while, the golden drums sounded in unison, and thousands of troops and horses galloped forward. From her piano, the texture of ice blades was revealed, and invisible sound waves impacted everything around her, and the surrounding bamboo forests broke and fell one by one. Everyone in Wanzhai was shocked, and they hurriedly tore their clothes, blocked their ears, and sat on the ground together, each with their own strength to compete with it, some of the poor kung fu gradually couldn't stand it, the ears and nose bleed, and the internal organs were destroyed by the invisible murderous aura of the piano sound, and they all fell to the ground. Fan Xiang watched the bamboo forest and the people in Wanzhai have changed, and knew that it was not good, so she hurriedly restrained her mind and hit the withered bamboo with a knife with the sound of the qin. Soon, as the sound intensified, Fan Xiang faintly felt that her heart was beating with the sound of the piano, and gradually, it seemed to jump out with the sound of the piano. He transferred the Yuan Power that the Dantian had recovered, meditated on the secrets of the heart, concentrated and rested, and tried his best to compete with it.

When the sound of the zither was as urgent as a knife soldier, in the ground, a wisp of flute sound was suddenly heard, which was soft and thin, and the sound of the zither correspondingly harmonized. The sound of the zither is like steel, the sound of the flute is like water, the two voices fall together, entangle each other, for a long time, the two sounds are entangled, such as the wind around the green mountains, such as water across the plain. In the sound of the zither, the soldiers are killed, like a knife and axe added to Wushan; The sound of Zheng brings misery and depression, but the sound of Xiao is soft and warm. In the high cold, Zheng is whirling and suppressing, and in the low-key place, Xiao is wandering, high and low, each winning the field.

At this time, Fan Xiang had calmed down, so he lifted the broken knife, and struck the dry bamboo in his hand with the syllables of Zheng and Xiao Yin, and joined the battle group of Zheng and Xiao.

The sound of "empty and empty" bamboo striking found the junction of the Zheng sound section, and it was held in Ku Ding's hand like a sharp knife with a bull's ear, and every time it cut through the joint, causing the sound of Zheng to gradually decline.

Suddenly, the sound of "sonorous and sonorous" suddenly rose, just like a million troops rushed out of a general who took the head of the enemy general like a bag to take things, rushed left and right, broke through the siege, the sound of the flute and the sound of hitting the bamboo were depressed for a while, and the three voices fought together, unable to hold each other.

At this moment, a sound of Xun suddenly came from the clouds in the sky to join the battle group. This Xun sound suddenly sounded, whining rhyme, some low timbre, just like a person thousands of miles away missing the distant heart, the tone is soft and warm, within reach, such as autumn water, such as resentment, such as crying, in the white clouds faintly came, ethereal, ethereal, the voice poured out of love, just like "wordless alone on the West Building, the moon is like a hook, lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu" of desolation and desolation, reverberating but lingering, melodious and tactful, ethereal and resentful.

This sound has the power to penetrate people's hearts.

The three of them couldn't help but stop their instruments and look up at the sky.

In this ethereal and distant sound, pieces of fine bamboo leaves like green feathers suddenly floated down in the air in the middle of the meadow, fluttering and flying, like butterflies, like feathers, like countless blue-green elves. Then, wisps of sweet fragrance floated in the sky, and a woman fluttered down from the sky in the cluster of green bamboo leaves.