Due to fatigue, the group slept very deeply at night.

Chang Qianfo had a dream, dreaming that his little self was standing in front of a mourning hall, dressed in white and white flags, and it was all white as far as the eye could see.

Chang Shuye's body was swollen and ulcerated by the river, and he couldn't make out his original appearance, lying quietly in the black coffin.

As soon as the picture turned, he saw Jing Ci. Dressed in a blue-gray bamboo cloth robe, she opened the door and walked out without looking back.

He held back his tears and held Chang Jihai's hand tightly. At this moment, Su Yi, who was held in Chang Jihai's arms, suddenly cried......

His heart ached, and his body fell into the boundless abyss, falling faster and faster.

At this moment, he seemed to hear some kind of sound, like a zither or a pipa, and the sound turned into countless sharp swords, trying to cut his body to pieces.

This sound, there is a problem!

Chang Qianfo opened his eyes suddenly.

Chang Qi cried loudly in his sleep, as if he had dreamed of something particularly sad.

Antiru rolled on the ground with his head in his arms, and Zhao Ping stood up with his hands on the tree, trying to stay awake, looking very painful.

Chang Qianfo's heart froze, and he heard Xu Younan shouting: "Cover her ears!" ”

Chang Qianfo raised his head in response and saw Xu Younan standing in front of the woods, and Ling Fu standing two feet away from him, their bodies tense, forming a tight guard.

But there is no Mu Dianke!

She has always been reflexive, and it is impossible to live without her at this time!

Chang Qianfo bounced up almost instantly and rushed towards Mu Dianke's location.

Mu Dianke sank into a nightmare, his teeth clenched, tears pouring out of his closed eyes.

Chang Qianfo stretched out his hand to cover Mu Dianke's ears. However, it didn't work. The sound of the pipa still stubbornly drilled into Mu Dianke's ears. Mu Dianke trembled all over, and tears flowed down his eyelashes like a flood that had burst the embankment, overflowing his cheeks and soaking all over his neck.

Chang Qianfo only felt that his heart was broken, and called: "Dian Ke." ”

"Dian Ke, wake up, I'm Chang Qianfo."

Mu Dian was unaware, and his body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Chang Qianfo stretched out his hand and hugged Mu Dianke in his arms and tightly circled him: "Don't be afraid, Dian Ke, don't be afraid, I'm here." I will protect you and will not let anyone hurt you, don't be afraid. ”

Mu Dianke's body trembled heavily, but he was strangely quiet, his clenched fists slowly loosened, and he still kept crying.

Xu Younan said: "It's coming!" ”

Chang Qianfo raised his head, only to see a heavy fog in the forest at some point.

A white palanquin floated out slowly from the depths of the fog. In the sedan chair sat a beautiful woman covered with tulle, phoenix eyes, red lips, and skin like cream.

The woman is dressed in silk and white, and her delicate and graceful curves loom in the silk clothes. The arm is like a lotus root, the ten fingers are like the root of the onion, the pipa is in his arms, and he plays it with his backhand.

The sedan chair was followed by two rows of white-clothed girls holding pipa in their arms, no less than fifteen or sixteen people, the white clothes fluttered in the wind, the yarn was light and thin like fog, and the trance was not like the world.

Chang Qianfo popped up a name in his heart: "Mu Lan!" ”

"Dream Pipa" Mu Lan.

Mu Lan is not surnamed Mu.

When she was five years old, there was a severe drought in her hometown, and Mu Lan fled all the way to Luoyang with her parents.

His father died of illness while fleeing, and his mother later starved to death. In order to help her who had been hungry all day, her brother grabbed half a steamed bun and was beaten to death by his fellow villagers.

Just when she was cornered, Mu Cangping appeared and picked her up.

Maybe it's because sad people know sad people better. Little Mu Lan, whether playing the piano or singing, can always easily hook people's tears.

Mu Cangping discovered this strength of hers and invited a master to teach her carefully. Mu Lan became the most proficient person in the rivers and lakes who can kill people with musical instruments.

She can use the pipa to evoke people's sad memories, and use memories to weave the most painful dreams, so that those who walk in can't get out.

Xu Younan raised his sleeves, and more than a dozen plum blossom darts flew out together.

The more than ten white-clothed girls quickly moved into position, forming an unbreakable formation around Mu Lan, and the pipa in their hands was raised in unison.

I only heard a crisp sound of "dingding", and the plum blossom darts were knocked away.

What the girl was holding in her hand turned out to be a stainless steel pipa.

Mu Lan's fingers flew, plucking the strings more and more urgently, and the pipa sounded loudly for a while.

Mu Dianke's body began to tremble violently again, and his long eyelashes were stained with tears, like butterfly wings soaked in the rain, trembling, as if he might be blown by the wind and rain at any time.

Mu Lan laughed softly and suddenly stopped plucking the strings. Zhu lips opened lightly, and his voice was crisp and moving, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate: "Is the Holy Maiden of the Ming Palace so vulnerable?" You have such deep pain. Then you know how painful I am! It's been nine years, and after nine years, he's like dead, and he won't even give me a word. It's all because of you! You're still alive, why don't you come back?! ”

Mu Lan roared hysterically, and suddenly raised his hand and threw the pipa into the air. Ten fingers plucked the strings rapidly, hooking wave after wave of sound on the lute strings.

Sixteen white-clothed girls drew their short swords from the bore of the pipa and attacked Ling Fu and Xu Younan together.

Mu Lan stepped on the top of the sedan chair, got up with his strength, and flew towards Chang Qianfo with the pipa in his arms.

The closer she gets, the more dramatic the sound of the lute becomes. Chang Qianfo only felt a splitting headache, so he tightly protected Mu Dianke in his arms, and covered his ears with his left hand.

Mu Lan stretched out his hand and pressed it on the pipa machine, and a sharp sword shot out of the belly of the pipa.

Chang Qianfo rolled on the spot with Mu Dianke in his arms, and the long sword flew past his arm, plunging deep into the dirt on the ground.

Chang Qianfo's eyes were cold, and the moment he bounced on the ground, he shot like lightning, clamped Mu Lan's hand holding the machine, and folded it hard, only to hear a "click", and Mu Lan's left wrist was broken by Qi Wrist.

Mu Lan let out a painful cry, raised the pipa with his left hand, and smashed it towards Chang Qianfo's head.

Chang Qianfo was afraid that there would be articles in the pipa, which would hurt Mu Dianke, so he didn't dare to take her trick. Kick the ground with your heels and slide three or four feet out of the flat ground. At a glance, he caught a glimpse of a broken branch of a tree under his feet, kicked it up, and nailed it to Mu Lan's shoulder.

Mu Lan really did a good job. With a flick of his long sleeves, he dodged away.

At this moment, Xu Younan got rid of the entanglement of the group of white-clothed girls, his wide sleeves swayed, and the plum blossom darts were nailed towards Mu Lan's back.

Mu Lan's reaction was very agile, and on one side of his body, he suddenly fell to the ground. Although he dodged the attack of a large wave of plum darts, he was still hit in the left shoulder by a plum dart. The blood covered the white clothes, like a red plum blossom on the snow.

Ling Fu restrained more than a dozen girls in white alone, and Xu Younan concentrated on dealing with Mu Lan, and the plum blossom darts in his sleeves brushed and brushed their hair.

Mu Lan was forced to roll all over the ground, her long hair was scattered, stained with mud and leaves, and she was embarrassed, where was there still a little bit of talent.

A sword light fell from the sky and landed on Mu Lan's side.

The sword was so fast that it seemed to appear out of thin air, cold as autumn frost, winding like a spirit dragon, and after several twists and turns, it shot down all the plum blossom darts that attacked from all directions.

A slender man in purple held a long sword in his hand and fell from above the trees