On the top of the mountain, Zhenqu and Xiu Ling are fighting fiercely with each other, and the sound of the piano provokes the sand to fly, and the hurricane is raging.

Zhenqu was standing against the wind, and had been forced to retreat to the edge of the cliff, only to see the melody of the spirit rhino qin burst out of a quicksand arrow and shoot hard, and hurriedly dodged and fell into the air.

Seeing her fall off a cliff, Xiu Ling played sharply and tried to catch her up against the wind, but there was no movement. Her heart tightened, she abandoned the piano and ran to the edge of the cliff to look down, and shouted, "It's funny! Hurriedly summoned Baoqin, and Yuqin fell down to the cliff.

At this moment, the true interest embedded in the cliff wall and waiting for the opportunity suddenly came out, jumped up, turned the treasure qin into his arms, and did not wait for the cultivation of the spirit to take precautions, and tried his best to play three times on the body of the lingxi, but she was thrown off.

Zhenqu jumped up to the end of the cliff, stared at the soles of his feet and sneered: "The heart of defense is indispensable, I didn't expect you to be so naïve." ”

Just as she was triumphant, her feet suddenly melted and turned into quicksand, and her body could not move, and the quicksand flowed upwards faster and faster, engulfing her and dispersing with the wind. She was so caught off guard that before she could scream, the sky was full of sand.

The spiritual retreat fell into a cliff and into a pile of ruins. She got up and patted her body, and found that "Streamer Collection" was back in her arms. Looking around, the scene has turned, and it is the dangerous string.

The night was heavy, and only the last star was left in the canopy. On the lonely earth, there was a faint sound of the piano like a scripture. Xiu Ling walked towards the voice, and saw the back of a woman, stroking the harp.

"Senior sister?" Xiu Ling shouted, because of the clothes she was wearing, he thought she was a disciple of the Luoxia Qin Sect.

The woman looked back and smiled: "Ling'er, this song is only half played, and the other half is played, you can finish it for me." As she spoke, she vanished along with the sound of the piano, leaving only the faint glow of the fiddle she had caressed.

Seeing the woman's appearance, Xiu Ling suddenly sighed in his heart.

The woman's eyebrows are like two folded willow leaves, which seems to be frowning, which makes people feel pitiful, and her eyes under her eyebrows are infinitely full of autumn dew, and then she purses her lips and smiles slightly, sad but not sad, but it seems to be full of compassion and sigh for the world.

She stepped forward, only to see that the Luoxia qin was as red as blood, but there were scorch marks from the old fire at the end of the piano. The thirteen emblems are like stars, bright and dark, flashing with streamers. The light was dim, as if it were about to die.

"Could it be that this is the Jiaowei Qin?" She looked at the end of the piano and thought to herself, "The woman just now, isn't it the Red Dust Master?" ”

Flipping through the "Streamer Collection", Xiu Ling looked at the piano score, trying to find the music played by Qicai Hongchen.

Strangely, the original thirty-six pieces of music have become thirty-five, and the last two pages are actually fragments that have been torn off, and the lost score is the melody that has just been played halfway.

Spiritual cultivators are nervous. If you lose the score, how can you make up for this piece? She could only close her eyes, thinking about the melodies she had heard, trying to find clues in them.

Time seemed to go backwards, and in the cycle of scenery, she turned back to the moment when she had just heard the song, called out the harp, and played with the music in her ears, until she saw the woman stroking the piano not far away and smiled back.

In a flash of inspiration, Xiu Ling suddenly opened his eyes and said in his heart: How can this song be so familiar? I've heard of it! I thought about it with bated breath, and suddenly it turned out that this song was the melody that Gongsun Changqin played in the dangerous war.

It turned out to be it. Although the name of the song is unknown, it has brought her the deepest comfort and healed her worst pain.

With her memory, she continued to play, and the strings tugged at the love thread, outlining the scenes in the depths of her memory in the endless sky and earth. The battlefield is revived.

Fingers, it is the melody in memory, and in front of you, it is also the scene in memory, and everything is repeated. The piano masters and Ye Linglong suffered heavy casualties in the fierce battle, and they died in the chaos at first......

The scene in front of her had long been soaked in blood, and in a bright red, she not only saw the battle, but also saw the Fenglin Night, and saw the Huanyi Courtyard...... All the scenes are full of shocking deaths.

Although the ten fingers of Xiu Lingzhi did not stop, they were trembling, she only felt that playing this song, not only could not get the slightest comfort, on the contrary, the more she played, the more sad she became, the more she played, the more she hated, and her internal organs seemed to turn over the river and the sea, stirring up people's liver and intestines.

Suddenly, there was a "snap", the seven strings of the Jiaowei Qin were broken, and the ten fingers of the cultivator were scratched out of the Dao scars, oozing blood. She looked at her hands and wept aloud.

In the sky, the last star was gone.

At the moment when the dome suddenly fell into darkness, suddenly, there was a warmth in her arms, and a pair of hands had hugged her behind her back, and there were wisps of fireworks and fairy incense in the warmth into the tip of her nose. In front of me, all the sad pictures receded like a tide, and gradually the light returned.

……

Xiu Ling stopped his sadness and slowly raised his eyes.

The same person in red, the same person from the beginning, was standing in front of the majestic mountains, playing the melody she had just played. His face is without resentment or hatred, but in his eyes, there is the same compassion and compassion as Master Hongchen.

The overlapping chanting sounds, when he played, were not very solemn, but gave birth to lingering and sympathetic emotions. He said quietly: "This song can calm the soul, exorcise demons and ward off evil spirits, Pu'an ten directions, pray for the common people, called "Pu'an Mantra". ”

Xiu Ling was deeply comforted by the music, calmed down and said: "It turns out that Master Hongchen is such a romantic woman, and I don't know what she has experienced, so she chooses to escape into the empty door......

"It's a long story, why don't you go out and talk about it?" Gongsun Changqin stared at her and smiled again.

Xiu Ling suddenly bowed his head, "Now that the Luoxia Qinmen is full of ups and downs, it should be you who took the position of Qinzun to end up like this, right?" ”

Gongsun Changqin shook his head, "No, it's always been like this." If you don't enter the red dust, how can you see through the red dust, just like the red dust? Seeing that she was silent, he turned into her and leaned over and said, "Don't worry, the deity will not be like her." ”

Xiu Ling retreated, and was dragged by him again, listening to him: "Because the deity is here for you, not for sentient beings, but only for you." I saw him flick his sleeves lightly, and he felt that his body was dull, and he involuntarily fell into his arms.

Gongsun Changqin held her body and let her fall to the ground, as if reluctantly brushing her broken hair to the side of her ear, before hiding her figure.

***

"Master?!" On the Feixia Palace, a small disciple accompanying him was calling Xiazun with his ear. On his side, the Shang King's gaze also swept towards him.

With a yawn, Gongsun Changqin opened his sleepy eyes, took a look at the secret realm, and said, "Oh", "Is it over?" The first is...... Su Qianqian. ”

He turned his head to look at Song Chuyin, "His Royal Highness the King of Shang, are you satisfied with this result?" ”

Song Chuyin ignored his insinuations, and sat down to everyone anyway: "Although the matter of choosing a concubine is a family matter of this king, it is also a state affair. According to the column, after choosing a concubine with the streamer secret realm, the leader must be the person determined by heaven, even if he is the son of heaven, he cannot change it.

This king will now announce that Su Qianqian, a disciple of the inner door of Naluo Xiaqinmen, will be the princess of Shang and will enter the palace on a certain day! ”

When everyone heard this, they bowed in unison and said, "Congratulations to the King of Shang, congratulations to the Princess of Shang!" ”

Gongsun Changqin smiled at Song Chuyin and said, "Of course, the great gift of the deity will not be forgotten. Miao Chun Guo was brought with him when he entered the palace. ”