The moonlight of late autumn, clear and cold, faint and soft, like flowing water, quietly poured into the room through the window, and the bamboo floor was mottled.

Under the transparent bamboo pavilion on all sides, there is an old shadow pulled by the moonlight lying quietly on the withered yellow bamboo leaves.

"Ding Dong...."

On a quiet cold night, there was a low bamboo table in front of him, a pot of wine, a wine glass, and a piece of white and flawless rice paper with a gentle cold wind.

A plain light shirt is added, and the eyes are deep and indifferent, but if you look closely, there is clearly a trace of longing and sadness in the depths of the deep eyes.

Holding the wine glass with two fingers, the clear jade liquid was sprinkled on the side with the tilt of the wine glass, and the aroma of the wine instantly diffused, eroding the fragrance of the bamboo leaves in the garden in the cold moonlight.

Fill the glass again, raise the glass, pause slightly in the direction of the moon, and then drink it all.

It seems that the square table is full of people, and every glass of wine, Ye Zhen has to toast it.

Putting down the wine glass, having an unimaginable experience for ordinary people makes Ye Xin only the word vicissitudes in his heart can be described.

Ye Zhen is just a child compared to Xiao Wu's age, but every experience is urging him to grow up, and in the dead of night, Ye Zhen often spits out a long breath of turbidity, which is used to relieve the depression in his heart.

At the end of each world, I have to be busy summarizing and summarizing the gains of this world, and then I am preparing for the next world, and the time to accompany the four girls is really very small.

Only Ye Zhen himself knows how much pressure and responsibility there is behind always being indifferent, but if the journey of the Ten Thousand Worlds Campaign is not over for a day, Ye Zhen will not be able to stop for a day.

Ye Zhen misses the days when he was a child in the orphanage, when he relied on each other with his eldest sister, and he misses the stubbornness and rebellion that always looked wise and smiling after being taken in by Old Man Ye.

After drinking all the glass of wine and the baby who is about to be born, the corners of the mouth and the corners of the eyes unconsciously float with a touch of expectation and longing, the four daughters have no regrets, and the continuation of their own bloodline, the baby who is about to be born, gradually, the thoughts are stronger.

Even the moonlight seemed to sense Ye Zhen's thoughts, and the moonlight that sprinkled gathered around Ye Zhen's body, turning the bamboo leaf garden into a sea of silver light.

With an indifferent smile on his face, the color of dark gold converges into a brush at his fingertips, the thick ink is swaying, and in a moment, the pure white rice paper is wrapped in the light of dark gold, and a song of Ye Zhen condenses his own sorrow and longing for his lover and relatives "Eliminate Sorrow" happily.

The bright green lotus flashed away in the center of the eyebrows, and the next moment, at the place where the money was dropped, a blue lotus imprint bloomed, obviously printed, but as long as the eyes fell on the rice paper, the green lotus seemed to leave the paper and was suspended in the air.

"Hehe..."

On the quiet cool night, Ye Zhen chuckled, "I didn't expect that under this feeling, the poems made by condensing thoughts turned out to be comparable to magic weapons."

In particular, Ye Zhen felt that he left a mark of his soul on the paper, and in this way, this originally ordinary calligraphy and painting was raised to a higher level in an instant.

Under the injection of Ye Zhen in all aspects, it has changed from a mortal thing to a magic weapon of books, and finally from a magic weapon to a spiritual treasure!

This is like a divine craftsman with an extremely high realm, forging a piece of mortal iron into an artifact!

In the future, holding this scroll can not only launch a soul-level attack on the opponent, causing the enemy to fall into endless sorrowful thoughts, but also send out a nine-colored divine fire to protect the body to attack the enemy, and can also inject the power of his soul into the scroll, through the scroll, play an effect similar to a green light ring.

As for the power, it all depends on the strength of the caster's own soul.

Due to the limitations of the nature of this paper, even if it was injected with the strongest divine soul power imprint in Ye Zhenhe's Dao Immortal Realm and the emotional law of the fur, it would only be a spirit treasure in the end.

However, this is already a very unimaginable thing, after all, the birth of a spiritual treasure Even Ye Zhen, who has obtained the forging technique of the Longyuan clan, needs spiritual materials, and turning mortals into immortals is already very unimaginable.

Let the delicate scroll, which had contracted to the size of a palm, float in the air on the bamboo table.

As for the divine light of Lingbao's birth, it was erased by Ye Zhen when it just emerged.

The joy of inadvertently creating a spiritual treasure slightly diluted the sadness of missing, although the spiritual treasure is almost useless to Ye Zhen, but it can be used as a gift to the four girls, after all, all his thoughts for the four daughters are integrated into this scroll.

With a slight jump, Ye Zhen landed lightly on the slightly sloping roof of the bamboo pavilion as if he had no weight, and a handful of guzheng was propped up by the knees sitting cross-legged.

The round jade guzheng gently hooked the strings, as if the sound of gold beads falling into the jade plate sounded.

At the same time, hearing the notes that had just risen in his ears but had already entered the joys and sorrows of time, the Shrek Seven Monsters and Flender, who were doing their homework with the lamp, and even the villagers who had been sleeping peacefully, all couldn't help but look in the direction of Ye Zhen, that is, the source of the fairy sound.

All the people who heard the fairy sound not only did not feel that this sound was noisy with sleep and study, but had a very unique feeling.

The soul seems to be baptized in an inexplicable mood of sorrow.

"It's Brother Ye" Everyone put down the pen in their hands, let out a long breath, and gritted their teeth slightly, this looming fairy sound is really unpleasant to hear, why don't you get closer?

Thinking of it, as if he had a soul, the Shrek Seven Monsters took a few breaths, and they all gathered outside the Bamboo Leaf Garden.

Listening to the fairy sound in his ears, watching the moonlight gathering, suspended on the bamboo table the size of a palm, rolling Lingbao, and then looking at Ye Zhen who closed his eyes lightly and stroked the strings on the eye pavilion, Xiao Wu, who was just about to speak, swallowed what he wanted to say.

"Brother Ye... What's wrong, is it homesickness? But why do I feel a strong love in Brother Ye's playing, isn't it..."

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, who also thought of something, blushed slightly, and immediately glanced at each other, both snorted coldly, and then turned their heads and didn't look at anyone.

However, it was this cold snort that destroyed the strange world constructed by the notes.

Ye Zhen, who closed his eyes lightly, frowned slightly, and the originally tactful zhengqu suddenly changed!

A trace of murderous aura spread out like a spider's web, enveloping all seven of them.

Everyone was shocked, this spider web-like entwined murderous aura seemed faint, but it gave everyone a very deadly feeling, feeling that they were completely wrapped in a world full of endless fierce aura.

They didn't dare to retreat, because if they moved slightly, they would be noticed by this fierce aura, Tang San just raised his hand slightly, and several cut marks inexplicably appeared on his body, revealing his skin, and a dark red light told them that if they acted rashly, what was waiting for them was definitely the result of their bodies turning into pieces!

As the song is about to reach its peak, the original murderous aura has thundered to the extent that it is visible to the naked eye!

At this time, all seven Shrek were pulled to another world by Ye Zhen's murderous aura through the song.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, there is a blood-red light everywhere, the rain in the sky is the rain of blood, and the foot is the peak of tens of millions of human beings' miserable limbs!

And all around, there is a turbulent endless sea of blood...

However, just as the song was about to enter its peak, Ye Zhen's hands suddenly pressed down, and the strings of the zither instantly stopped vibrating, but immediately after, a sharp sound wave spread instantly.

The seven people watching from the periphery of the courtyard immediately woke up, all of them sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, their eyes were full of fear, their whole bodies were already wet with sweat, all of them were as if they had just been fished out of the water, and even cold sweat was low, and everyone's feet were wet for a long time!

"You guys, are you done with your homework?"

When everyone was really sober, Ye Zhen had already appeared in front of him, his hands behind his back, and he whispered with a calm face.

At this time, everyone realized that the place on their bodies that had been cut by that sharp aura before was actually intact!

"Illusion! When? ”

The nerves that had just been loosened by the crowd tightened again, and they didn't know how they were hit, that is, if someone wanted to kill them during this period, it would not be too simple.

"Brother Ye, you don't have anything to do to play the piano in the middle of the night, and let us fall into your illusion" Xiao Wu pouted slightly, what she saw just now made her tremble.

Ye Zhen smiled bitterly and whispered, "I haven't settled accounts with you yet, but you complained about me and disturbed my cultivation state of mind, just letting you enter the environment and punish you for a while."

"Besides, after the tempering of the killing intent in the song, your resistance to murderous qi has increased a lot, and even your soul has been condensed a lot, which is very beneficial to your future development, don't get cheap and sell well" Ye Zhen chuckled, just looked at a few people with a strange gaze.

This kind of gaze is obviously looking at the seven, but it seems to be looking elsewhere.

"Brother Ye, what is that?"

When they came here, the point they paid attention to was the palm-sized thing suspended on the bamboo table except for Ye Zhen.

"Oh, artifact" Ye Zhen whispered, and when the words fell, the eight people instantly appeared in the bamboo pavilion.

"We..." everyone was shocked, how could they get here in the blink of an eye when they were still outside just now.

"You'll understand later, this thing... If you have the ability to see it, just look at it yourself" Ye Zhen's words fell, and the seven people found that Ye Zhen was gone.

After being stunned for a while, in front of him, the artifact in Ye Zhen's mouth attracted the attention of the seven people, but just when everyone wanted to reach out and touch it, the scroll of "Dissipating Sorrow" suddenly burst out with a dark golden light.

In the next moment, Tang San suddenly woke up, and after waking up, Tang San found that he had returned to the dormitory at some point.

"Dreaming?"

As soon as this idea arose in his heart, he was vetoed by Ye Zhen, because Oscar, who was in the same bedroom with him, also woke up from his sleep, and in addition to the sweat on the two of them, there were many more cut marks...

"Shhhhh

Such a strange thing suddenly made the two people who looked at each other gasp, and a tingling sensation spread from the top of their heads to their backs.

The same goes for the other five.