The crowd around Longquan Youmu, among them, there were many shameless people from the Baiyue Gang who did not leave, knowing that if these people and people from various sects went together, although they were not afraid, it would be difficult for the disciples to parry, and if Wuxian really didn't get any secret methods, and so many people were enemies, the gains outweighed the losses.

Long Quan stroked his silver beard in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, the old man will give you an explanation, you can ask whatever you want!"

Everyone's eyes were unobstructed, and someone shouted: "You said yesterday that you didn't get the treasure, why did you hand over the five-colored stone today, tell me quickly, what else do you have?" asked so directly.

Wu Ji looked at everyone and said calmly: "That five-color stone is made of five magic stones, two of which were originally mine, and they took them, and when I took them back, the Xiao Pavilion Lord and many people had seen it. ”

Xiao Jinghong said: "That's true, but there were three magic stones at that time, where did the other two come from?"

Wu Barrier said: "I don't know, when I woke up, Lu Wu had five in his hand." ”

Someone shouted: "Tell the truth, yesterday we said that the magic stone disappeared, and today it was taken out of the body, and if you don't tell the truth, we will disembowel you and find it ourselves!"

Wu Barrier said: "The five-color stone can bring people back to life and save their lives, I am naturally unwilling to hand over the five-color stone, besides, if I still have any magic weapon, how can the court easily let me go." "It is intended to emphasize that the treasure has been taken away by the imperial court, and if you want to, go to Jiang Yuan.

"How did you escape?"

"Why did Lu Wu save you?"

"Since you got the five-color stone, where is the golden pill?"

"Why did Xiao Yuzhen protect you, what did you tell her?"

......

In the face of everyone's insatiable questioning, Wuxian could only sit on the ground, keep his mouth shut, and didn't want to waste his tongue with them anymore, knowing that even if he told them the Dharma he had understood, or handed over the golden pill in the Qiankun jade, these people would not forgive, on the contrary, what he had said turned into a lie, which made them even more suspicious, but dragging it out like this is not a way after all, and they are about to starve to death.

If it weren't for saving Qin Moyao, he wouldn't have told Xiao Yu about Zhen Fa Decision so early, causing him to be in a desperate situation, but how could he see Qin Moyao die in front of him, he knew that Qin Moyao must be in pain, just like him on horseback back back then.

Seeing that Wuxian did not speak for a long time, everyone asked, "Boy, answer quickly, otherwise you don't want to leave this mountain." ”

Wuji looked at everyone, and said weakly: "I'm hungry and don't have the strength to answer." ”

As soon as everyone heard this, they reacted, Wuxian hadn't eaten food for a day, some people threw out their dry food and fell in front of Wuji, Wushu wanted to pick it up, Long Quan stopped: "Wait!" motioned to the disciple to give Wuxian dry food, he was not at ease with the dry food of other sects.

A Songshan disciple turned around, took out a few pieces of bread in the package and handed them to Wuji, Wuji said, "Thank you!" and began to eat, and the Songshan disciple handed him another water bag, Wuji took it, took a sip of water, and then ate the bread.

After the food was down, his stomach gradually became comfortable, and he chewed very slowly, and he was trying to figure out a way.

Everyone watched impatiently as Wuqi ate the bread, and finally saw Wuji finish the bread, took another sip of water, returned the water bag to the Songshan disciple, and asked, "You should have the strength to speak!"

Wuji said calmly: "What do you all want, I will string it together for you." ”

Someone said angrily: "Stinky boy, you actually tricked us!"

Wu Barrier said: "Don't dare, if I had any treasure, I would have given it to you a long time ago, have you thought about it, since Xingtian is fighting with God, when he is sealed, what will he leave behind besides his relatives?"

When everyone heard this, their hearts were cold, and what Wuxian said was not unreasonable, but there was a humane: "But he is an immortal soul, how can he not leave a trace!"

Wu Barrier said: "I found a copy here, but it's not what you want, it's a music book." ”

When everyone heard this, their eyes widened, "Tell me where is that score?"

Long Quan hurriedly motioned to the disciple to search the body, and the disciple really found only a beast skin book in his sleeve and handed it to Long Quan.

Long Quan didn't know it in his hand, turned the pages of the book, and the dense words on it were even more illiterate, and everyone hurriedly said: "What book, show it to us!"

"Show it to us!" According to the unbearable crowd, they rushed up, and the Songshan disciples waved their swords to meet them, and the sword light and sword shadow, and the sound of killing rose sharply.

Long Quan frowned, his heart was in trouble, this book must be a relic of Xingtian, but he didn't know anything about it, if it was a secret book exercise, it would be worth it to take it out of the encirclement, but if it was really as Wuxian said, it was this music score, and he sacrificed so many disciples who had worked hard to cultivate for this, which could make the cultivation world laugh and lose his big teeth.

Just as he was hesitating, the two disciples had been killed by the Chaotic Sword, and Long Quan had an idea, shouting, "Stop!

This throw, the siege was lifted, everyone rushed to the flying beast book, the person who was close to the landing point flew to pick it up, and before he caught the beast book, he was hit by a flying knife sent by someone, and he was killed on the spot.

The whole crowd surrounded the beast skin book, killing into a ball, blood flying, screaming again and again, after a while, the book was torn open, some people got a page, but they also wanted to get someone else's page, but they didn't expect their page to be taken away by others, and they were killed by a sword, and some people rushed to the bottom of the mountain to join in the bloody robbery.

Long Quan watched from the sidelines, and ordered his disciples to bypass the crowd and kill whoever he saw coming down the mountain, this is the result he wanted, let them fight each other first, and the rest of the people will be easy to deal with.

In fact, Wu Jian had already expected this result, so he summoned "Divination" and put it in his sleeve, this is the cultivation of the various factions, and he is already very disgusted.

Finally, someone shouted: "Stop, don't kill again, this may be the score!"

The sound of killing gradually stopped, and the people who got the pages carefully looked at the ancient words in their hands, and most of them did not know what was written on them.

"Let Ben Gongzi see it!" A handsome man slowly fell from the crowd, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like stars, he was wearing a gorgeous white dress, hand-cranked beauty painting fan, with a graceful demeanor and extraordinary instruments.

Among the people, some people recognize, this person is Jiangnan's "merry genius" Yang Yingjie, the teacher out of the evil way to pick up the star pavilion, to see the true legend of the old monster, young, cultivated for the Tao, family wealth, self-comparison Song Yu, like poetry, spending money like earth, hunting countless glamorous, every time you meet a glamorous woman, you will paint her portrait on the fan, the fan in the hand is called 'Qunfang fan', everyone knows, many women are looking forward to their portraits can be painted on his 'Qunfang fan'.

Yang Yingjie casually grabbed a page of animal skin, swept his eyes, and said with a slight smile: "The words that appear repeatedly on it are the Gongshang Jiao Huiyu of the ancient script, this is indeed an ancient music score!"

Everyone looked closely, it was true, looking at the dozen or so people who fell to the ground around them, glad that they did not take their lives for this, but their hearts were still dry, and shouted: "If it is a song, then you sing it to us?"

Yang Yingjie said unhappily: "Do you ordinary people know how to appreciate it, why does this son sing it to you!"

"You can't sing, you are still talented, you are a wasted ......" Before the words fell, the disciple who spoke had been hit by a white light in the throat, fell to the ground and died, and everyone was shocked into a cold sweat.

Yang Yingjie smiled slightly: "Who else dares to dirty my son's ears?"

Who dared to talk more, looking at Xiao Jinghong and Long Quan, Xiao Jinghong smiled and said: "I have heard that Yang Gongzi is talented and well-informed, can you sing this song for a while, so that these people can rest assured." ”

Yang Yingjie smiled confidently and said: "You can also hand over all your pages, and my son will try it!", the person with the pages in his hand knew that the score was true, and they stepped forward one after another and handed the pages to Yang Yingjie, and some of the pages had been torn into three or four pieces.

"The music scores have been ruined by you reckless people!" Yang Yingjie took it in his hand and rearranged it into a book, a total of sixteen pages, looked at the book cover and stared: "These two words read divination!" Turning the pages of the book, he glanced at them page by page, "There are five music scores on it, namely "Fu Li", "Harvest", "Wind Grass", "Fearless", "Wind", the author is Xingtian!"

Everyone thought: "If it's really a relic of Xingtian, it seems that this kid didn't lie to us!" but thought: "If it's a relic of Xingtian, will there be any secret method hidden in it?"

Yang Yingjie frowned and thought about it, and continued: "This score is best played on the piano, it is difficult for this son to sing, and the rhythm is high and low, circling and falling, complicated, it seems to be making it difficult, playing with the piano skills, I have never seen it before, if you want to play this song, you need to have superb piano skills to play, otherwise you can't play a few notes, the strings will be broken, as far as I know, there are two people who can also play this song, Gao Yuanli and this son painted the fan on this woman!"

Everyone knew that Gao had been executed for assassinating the King of Qin, and hurriedly asked, "Where is that woman, ask her to play it for us!"

Yang Yingjie closed the page of the book and said with a slight smile: "Then you go to Jiujiang with my son and see if she is willing to play for you?"

This place is far away from Jiujiang, it takes more than ten days to reach quickly, running so far is to listen to a tune, who of these sect disciples will be willing to go, unhappy in his heart, "If you can't, we will find someone by ourselves, go so far and do nothing!"

Yang Yingjie said coldly: "You reckless men don't believe in this son, you just think what kind of exercise this is, okay, this son will be returned to you, which of you wants it?"

After the fight just now, it was basically determined that this was the score, and for a while, everyone hesitated, reluctant in their hearts, and no one dared to ask for it.

"Give me back the score!" Wu Barrier stood up and spoke.

Long Quan stopped: "Wait! This book is still kept by the old man on your behalf!"

Wu Barrier said: "Yang Gongzi has confirmed that it is a music book, why bother with seniors!"

Long Quan said: "Based on one side of the word, everyone is not convinced, before confirming that it is the music score, your safety, the old man will be responsible for the end!"

Wuji said lightly: "The kindness of the real person, I am grateful, if I have the opportunity, I will repay it, if everyone does not believe it, I understand the rhythm of the music a little, it can be proved that it is a music score, but I just need a piano." ”

After hearing this, Long Quan said: "That's the best, it can make everyone feel at ease, but this place is deserted, where can I borrow a piano now?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a person shouting: "Poor Dao, there is a broken piano!"

When everyone heard the sound, they saw a blue-faced man with a small stature, who ran forward happily, and Long Quan wanted to pick it up, but the blue-faced man showed two big teeth and said: "Poor Dao must be handed over to him personally, otherwise he won't borrow it!"