Whining.

The sound of crying ripples between heaven and earth.

The cry was made by the White Snake.

Xia You's whole head was buzzing, and his heart trembled.

He wanted to ask Eun Gong.

Is this really a little snake spirit?!

This is obviously a sanctified white snake demon.

"Why do you do this?" The serpent spoke, and his voice was like water, soft and warm.

Apparently this is a female snake.

"I've heard of it."

Fang Xuan made a sound, and he stopped stroking the qin.

The snake's huge pupils stared at Fang Xuan, and it spoke again, "What is your relationship with Qiantu?" ”

The word Qiantu came out, making the listener tremble.

It was the name of an emperor in ancient times.

"It doesn't matter."

Fang Xuan shook his head.

He didn't give Bai the space to speak again, and continued with a gentle smile: "I just want to call you to appear when I play 'Son of Shame', and I have no other meaning. ”

The pupils of the white snake constricted.

It exudes a terrifying aura that makes the people around it feel suffocated.

There was a feeling in everyone's heart that this big snake was emotionally unstable, and the reason was what Fang Xuan said.

Xia You's body was shocked, and he saw the white snake leaning down slightly, confiding the snake letter to Fang Xuan.

If Fang Xuan hadn't said in advance that he couldn't make a move no matter what happened, he would have almost made a move!

Fang Xuan smiled.

The snake letter shook in front of him, and there was no imaginary fishy smell on it, but a faint fragrance, which was the kind of floral fragrance, as if the snake was a vegetarian.

"Why do you know the title of the song?"

Some people may know about this song, because Qiantu has played it and heard it, so it has been memorized, but the name of the song will never be known!

Qiantu never told anyone the name of the music.

Listening to this paragraph, Fang Xuan didn't answer immediately.

He looked at the White Snake.

Just when the white snake felt impatient, Fang Xuanyin's voice sounded.

"I've seen Qiantu write."

"Impossible!"

The white snake's voice was higher than before, and the snake's eyes were cold.

Qian Tu had written the title of the song, but no one saw it at that time, and Fang Xuan couldn't have known.

"Shame on the Son ......"

Fang Xuan spoke.

He spoke slowly, recounting one thing.

Qiantu, a legendary emperor.

He has a talent in mouse posture and a mortal physique, and he has embarked on the road of an invincible emperor.

All this is due to one person, the mother of a thousand mothers, the mother of a thousand slaughters.

Qiantu's father died at an early age, and Qiantu's mother brought Qiantu up alone.

When he was very young, he longed for the life of a strong man.

Once when he saw a great monk passing by, Qiantu pulled Qianmu, looked up and said to his mother excitedly, "I want to be a strong man and go to the top of the world, so that Liu Mang and they don't laugh at me for being a fatherless child." ”

He worked very hard to fight Xiao Qiantu, and he went out to study at the age of thirteen, and he really worked hard with his life, even if he was scarred, he never gave up.

And every time Qiantu came back, she would tell her mother what she had seen and heard outside with a smile.

Qianmu listens quietly every time, and every time Qiantu comes back, she is always the same sentence, she is thin, and she is not bitter outside.

Every time he heard this, Qiantu felt extremely guilty, and he made his mother worried......

Every now and then, Qianmu will take out some of the accumulated spirit stones for Qiantu.

This lasted until Qiantu was twenty-five years old.

The Thousand Mother died.

After learning the news, Qiantu cried and went home non-stop.

After returning to his hometown village, Qiantu was full of remorse because he got the news that his mother had died of illness.

He devoted himself to cultivation and didn't care much about his mother, and it wasn't until after his death that he learned that Qianmu was terminally ill.

It is a torturous disease, and people who get it usually die early, because they can't bear the torture and die of pain.

It took ten years for Qianmu to hold on for ten years!

She did it without leaking, and she didn't let Qiantu notice anything unusual.

Ten years of silently saving spirit stones for Qiantu.

In the tenth year, it was completely unbearable, Qian's mother died, and that year Qiantu was still wandering outside, and only after returning did he see his mother's grave.

Qiantu cried.

Before he died, he couldn't see his mother, he hated himself, why didn't he find anything unusual, it was his own incompetence!

"Qiantu we did our best, the only thing we can do is to keep your mother from suffering in the end." The old village chief said this to Qiantu at that time.

Hearing this, Qian Tu cried even louder, obviously he was already a twenty-five-year-old adult, but he was still crying like a lost child.

The old village chief's words were false, and he knew better than that it was impossible for a person who had that terminal illness not to be in pain.

That sentence must have been told by the old village chief before her mother died.

"Village Chief......

Upon inquiry, Qiantu verified the idea.

The old village was silent for a long time, just patting Qiantu who kept crying.

Qianmu was in great pain before she died, but she still endured the pain, told again and again, and asked again and again to tell Qiantu that she was calm and without pain, so that Qiantu would not be sad and would look at him in another world.

"Qiantu, please leave it to your fellow villagers." Qianmu knelt in front of many villagers with a slight tremble.

That scene made the old village chief unforgettable.

Qianmu's instructions were to let Qiantu know about this after all, and Qiantu knelt in front of the grave without eating or drinking for a month.

Every time I passed that hill, the villagers could hear the cries.

Qiantu cried hoarse again and again......

Many people persuaded Qiantu, but in the end it was fruitless.

The villagers sighed, Qian's mother loved Qiantu, and in turn, Qiantu cherished Qianmu, he had no father since he was a child, and his mother raised him, and Qiantu blamed himself for not having much to do with it, how could he not blame him, he could only say that Qianmu did too well and could not let Qiantu find out.

Every year, every month, regardless of the wind or sun, Qiantu will come back and kneel in front of the grave and weep.

Tenth year.

Qiantu created a 'ashamed son', and the sound of sorrow spread all over 100,000 miles.

Also on that night, Qiantu was completely transformed.

Fang Xuan recounted, when talking about Qiantu crying, not eating or drinking for a month, the white snake wept, and the tears fell down the skin and dripped into the long river.

"Woo ......"

When talking about the Son of Shame, the white snake mourned, and a cry came from the mouth of the snake.

The sound makes everyone feel sad.

Different from the previous cry, it is a different cry, like a mother crying for her child.

A mother who has returned and has been able to worry about food and clothing while wandering.

Its sound is painful and sorrowful, with thousands of pains, and the wind blows and rolls into the distance with a cry, resounding in endless lands.

The imperial capital of Great Qin.

The bustling night market is brightly lit and crowded.

The sound of the piano and the sheng flute swayed in the shipyard, the street monks walked around, and the mortals shouted, this is the night market of Daqin, which is unique to the night scene.

A cry spread throughout the world, breaking the rhythm of the night world.

One by one, the strong people in the cultivation suddenly opened their eyes, their faces were shocked, and there were also mortal warriors trembling, looking into the distance.

"Holy ......"

Palace.

Xia Chunqiu was looking at the folds and reviewing them.

There was a cry in the distance, and the sound of the sound between heaven and earth made him stop his pen and ink.

He opened his lips lightly, and a soft voice came out.

"Mother cries."

He looked deep and looked south.

In the depths of the forbidden land, a person suddenly appeared on the summit of a black mountain.

The tower man's eyes twinkled, looking south.

His complexion changed, and his brow furrowed.

Meanwhile.

In the depths of the dragon vein, the old man with a long beard hanging down to his waist sat cross-legged, and when the white snake in Xiaohuaicheng was screaming, he suddenly turned his head and opened and closed his eyes.

He sensed a breath.

"That's ......"

……