Perak Magazine, Cotai Folk Orchestra.

The two organizations were established one after the other, and they are the same as each other. The former is spread all over the north and south, collecting news from all walks of life, and was born to relieve the boredom of the one-edged people trapped in the northern region; The latter is hidden under the shadow of the former, and the purpose is not simple, Du Fanglin has accumulated strength for himself through the information collected by the magazine over the years, among which there are a total of 11 people related to music theory, all of whom owe Lin Que favors.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and in the valley, everything was quiet, and there was no sound.

On the rocks high up, a white-clothed qin man has put the guqin "Xingsheng" into the qin bag, got up and put it behind his back.

The woman in the colorful clothes next to her has also brushed her sleeves and reorganized the strings, and a curvy red plum on the right cheek is faintly visible under the flowing hair, which extends brightly to the eyebrows like a brand.

I don't even know when, there are many more people here.

On the high and low rocks surrounded by mountains and streams, some people are dressed in brocade clothes and holding bamboo wine spoons, and some people are dressed plainly and have small drums hanging from their waists; There are also people with pale temples and half arms covered with armor, but in their arms they can be said to be gently holding a blue-headed lute.

There is a gray-clothed woman who is more than half a hundred years old and combs a woman's bun, and she carries a fluttering red tassel of Zhuqin on her back; There is a man in blue who quietly plucks the stream water and cleans the clay firing xun utensils, and hides his face with a human skin mask with no facial features.

Qin Se Xiao Xuan, pipa erhu, Xun building leather drum. This time, there were nine members of the orchestra, accounting for most of them.

Of course, it is not for the sake of a mere life, but today is the day when the orchestra and Linque agreed to meet.

Next to the stream, he sat cross-legged quietly all his life, his hands naturally hanging on his knees, his face was ruddy, and he closed his eyes with a smile.

Even if the Confucian man in the green shirt held the Qingyu Palace fan, accompanied by the Xiao man, he deliberately circled the rock several times and spoke, but he did not see any movement of this secret agent scholar who was born in the endless sea of learning.

The green raccoon dog hugged the fox and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the failed operation last night was finally over, and he successfully solved the hidden stake placed by the Taixue Master in the martial arts, and had the opportunity to replace it and pass on the fake news.

For a long time, the old man of the huqin, who had taken care of his life in the magazine, had a calm expression, and at this time he released the strings, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of behavior of sticking a knife in the back due to a change of position:

"The experiment was successful, and my life was in the balance. Unless the beggar and the woman play in an ensemble, he will never be awake for the rest of his life. ”

That's it.

There are no bad deeds in his life, in addition to collecting news, hobbies and even like to save people. Such a person should not have been involved in the incident, let alone died because of it.

"Who's next? Today's music, which has been written up to the thirteenth movement, has a variety of effects, and varies from ensemble to ensemble, so I will not repeat it to the messenger here. ”

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a blue head in his arms, two pale temples, half-arm armor and a straight posture sitting, as if he had been born in the army, and it was the head of the orchestra.

Like the Erhu beggar, the Pipa Ke did not use his real name. In the orchestra, except for two or three people who really stayed away from martial arts and indulged in music, the rest of them did not want to mention the past and hid their real names.

Including the white-haired brocade-robed man who was gloomy at this time, holding a tube of miserable white Dong Xiao who looked like jade but not jade, and claimed to be surnamed Fan.

In the orchestra, this person is simply called Xiao Jun, but the inhuman cold and killing artistic conception on his body makes the young master Linque, who is very close at this time, faintly frightened.

At this time and now, the people who can make the raccoon dog hug the fox life pay special attention to, in addition to the Xiaoke around him, there is also the white-clothed man Qin Lang who sits on a high mountain rock, points to the sound of the piano with its own rhyme, and is suspected of being from the three religions.

The rest of the orchestra members have their own differences, but their flaws are obvious. For example, the gray-clothed woman who carries Zhuqin and calls herself "the third in Yunshan", has black nails in both fingernails, and several small leather bags tied around her waist.

"Hmmm......"

The raccoon dog hugged the fox and half-hid his face with a palace fan, hiding his gaze from the surroundings. The establishment of the orchestra was almost single-handedly arranged by the master of the inkstone (as can be seen from the name), and this is the first time to come out of the vast rivers and lakes and cooperate with the Spring and Autumn Linque: "There are several evildoers, but I am afraid that it is useless to sleep, and more effective means are needed so that these people can be used by the Central Plains Righteous Path." ”

"Why don't you kill them?" The one who spoke was the man in blue who carefully washed Xun on the side and covered his facial features with a human skin mask, "If you are happy, you can also kill without a trace." ”

"Wasting combat power is as shameful as wasting time, this is what the inkstone master means."

The raccoon dog stroked his chest with a fan and bowed slightly. To put it simply, he needs this group of musicians to hypnotize a few people with very special music, replenish Linque's combat power, and also eliminate evil for the rivers and lakes.

On the list, the first place is the people in the blood list who set off a bloody storm in Dongwulin at the beginning.

There is so much desire for fame and fortune. The raccoon dog hugging the fox is not worried about no one, but he wonders in his heart whether the few people in front of him can do it.

"Yes."

A string of light pipa strings fell into the water like jade beads.

The head of the orchestra, the pipa, spoke poignantly, and although the movements of holding the pipa were gentle, the voice was thick and calm: "The song of the seer girl is born according to nature, so it can build the realm of aftertaste, and then add the clear sound of the flute to it, which can erase the memory of the soul, and the degree of it should be controlled by me and the beggar, as for how to add memories or hints, the rhyme of the drum is suitable for ......"

"Why are drums and not reeds?" The young man in a Chinese costume holding a bamboo wine spoon looked up in dissatisfaction, and it was this person who had struck the song before.

The girl in the high place said softly: "The song mentioned at the beginning of the music, didn't you think you couldn't sing to your heart's content, so you quit the group?" ”

"Hum ......" the singer, Mr. Wa Yulou and Chun made two awkward sounds, bowed their heads and acquiesced.

The raccoon dog hugged the fox and remained silent, taking in everything behind the fan, and took a special look at the Se Nu, who was the lowest cultivation among the people present. From the words of the pipa player, the head of the orchestra, it can be seen that this daughter of the drummer with red plums on her cheeks is probably one of the cores of the orchestra.

The other core character should be the culprit Erhu beggar who caused his life to fall into a deep sleep, or the chief pipa guest, and the source of the cold air around him, the Xiao Jun surnamed Fan.

However, it is surprising that the white-clothed Qinlang, who is in the same high place and the most unpredictable realm, has been excluded.

Where did the inkstone owner find these people? Why do you want to avoid Linque, you must know that there is a way of fun in Confucian courses. The raccoon dog squeezed the fan tightly, is it because we are disgusted that playing the piano is boring and tasteless?

"Then you'll have to do it." No matter how rich the psychological activities are, Young Master Linque has never been rude for a moment on the surface, and then stroked his chest and faced the orchestra, "Someone will inform you of the time and place later." ”

"It doesn't matter, through the magazine, we can also find out where the target is, just prepare a feast of fun." The erhu beggar also stood up: "The first target, it is better to choose the person with the most obvious whereabouts, Dongwulin, no missing son!" ”

The pearl of the innocent son seeks flaws, and he is still a willful and reckless killer, ranking third on the blood list in the past.

"There should be other people around him to form an obstacle, and then Lin Que will be responsible for luring people away." The raccoon dog has no opinion on this, anyway, the person on the blood list is in the mouth of the inkstone master, and it is suspected that he has a lot to do with the master of Taixue, and it is suitable to become the head of the target.

"The cooperation is pleasant, and there are labor envoys to greet the master of the inkstone on our behalf." The pipa player at the beginning of the music plucked the pipa strings again, sonorously and powerfully: "I heard that the last person in the orchestra has been missing, I don't know when I will be able to meet with my peers?" ”

"It should be soon." The raccoon dog paused for a moment, unwilling to talk more: "I will bring my life back to Linque and no longer disturb your gathering." ”

The Confucian turned his sleeves and hung one hand empty, and he used the aura of body protection to take the scholars who had fallen into illusion around him away from the valley.

It was only at this time that the erhu beggar hung his life in the balance, and the former friend glanced at it, and then bowed down: "Take care of it." This is the last friendship between each other, and the beggar uses the sound of the erhu piano to win affection, but it is actually difficult to have good intentions.

"I will." As soon as the words fell, Young Master Linque had already taken the body into the void, like a bubble that melted into the light, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Innate realm.

Maybe...... More than.

Everyone in the orchestra present saw it, except for the simplest Mr. Wa Yulou and Chun, I am afraid that they have their own thoughts in their hearts.

Among them, the man in white at the height was nameless, and at this time, his right hand silently stroked Xingshengqin, and his eyelids drooped slightly. And the color-clothed woman beside him tilted her head slightly and glanced at him with some concern.

"It's a rare get-together, do you want to play together?"

After Young Master Linque left, on the nearest rock beside the pipa guest, there were suddenly nine more chimes of different sizes with the wind, and there were voices mixed with the sound of bells: "Deal with the three sects, you come, leave the arrangement to me!" ”

The tenth member of the orchestra is not a human race, but a demon in the bitter realm, who calls himself Jin Shangshu and is named Shi Qi.

It is the only "person" who has never seen anyone from beginning to end in the next cooperation. The valley was flowing with water, and Xiao Jun, who had never spoken in a white-haired brocade robe, bowed his head in response: "Very good." ”

A feast of joy opens again in the uninhabited mountains.

…… The sun is in the sky.

Central Plains.

Here, the white-haired hat man finally settled down the apprentice Tianya Lonely Son Eight Confession, left a retreat, put the hat on his face, walked into a small town, and soon blended into the crowd of people coming and going from north to south

How do you find a specific drop of water in the middle of the ocean? It's almost impossible to accomplish unless someone leaves a colored mark on the drop beforehand.

Huan Chunqiu stopped.

This "Yuyu Qingtian", from a treasure ship above the nine heavens, the aqua blue Taoist shirt is shrouded in a layer of plain white light yarn, the black hair jade crown hanging silver silk Daomen Xian, wearing a gold-framed unilateral glasses hanging from the chain, while walking while flipping through the blue cover code in his hand "Yun Ji Seven Signs".

As he walked, the Taoist turned the book for a moment, slowly took off the unilateral glasses on his right eye, stood on the high place of the barren mountain near Longmen Road, and silently looked out of the clouds.

"Lord Yu?" The boy gourd who followed behind with small broken steps asked.

"If the human mind says at this time, you should continue to go to Longmen Road and find out the reality of the target's existence from the mouth of Shulou Longsu. But the way of heaven is telling you that the destiny of man should go in this direction. Huan Chunqiu raised his hand and pointed to the south, just opposite to the position of Longmen Road, "People, how should you choose?" ”

"When a monk listens to Heaven's will, of course, he obeys Heaven's order and goes in the direction indicated by Heaven's mandate." Rice wine probed behind the gourd to answer.

Huan Chunqiu withdrew his hand, and his tone remained unchanged: "After practicing for many years, I don't even have a trace of judgment, and even my own thoughts have been abandoned, are you so unconfident?" ”

Rice wine was stunned.

Hulu hesitated and said: "To be a man, you have to believe in yourself, so we should continue to Longmen Road?" “

Huan Chunqiu handed out the seven signs in his hand towards the direction shown by the Mandate of Heaven: "The stupid brain of rice wine knows that cultivators should follow the heavens, and go against the heavens, gourd, do you dislike your life too long?" ”

The rice wine blinked, the gourd's face began to twitch, and the little boy looked patient. The Taoist's face did not change, and he threw the seemingly thin blue covered Taoist book in his hand into the arms of the girl holding the dusty rice wine, but the rice wine stumbled heavily slammed.

"Don't go to Longmen Road, let's go south."

After Huan Chunqiu finished speaking, he turned around and changed his direction directly.

It seems that it is really a heavenly opportunity, and it avoids a storm in Longmen Road, a flicker, a calculation.

The gourd held the rice wine behind his back and stomped his feet heavily: "After many years of practice, I don't even have a trace of judgment, and the Lord of Yu is finally going to abandon his thoughts." ”

"Heaven is impermanent, Heaven is ruthless, and Heaven is selfless."

Huan Chunqiu stopped, turned to look at Tong'er's eyes as smiling and calm as always, but it was a moment of illusion, such a gaze was the same as when he stood in the broken house and looked at the cockroach in his hand, he was as calm as ever, "I cultivate the way of heaven, and I don't have me, is there a problem with this?" ”

The Taoist gently patted the top of the boy's head, but it made the gourd's face a little difficult to look at.

Rice wine silently hugged the Taoist book and whisked the dust.

"Let's go south and find out!" This went directly to the people who were waiting in the Spring and Autumn Period near Longmen Road to follow the whereabouts of those who lost their way.

It's noon.

The sun was shining very.

"Found you!"

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Qu Shitu finally caught Du Fanglin in the southeast corner of another town, at a stall selling bean curd.