"Hello Seventh Elder!"

Mo Qingchen was too excited, and the sound of his footsteps going up the mountain woke up the disciples who were cultivating, and they all got up to say hello, and hundreds of female disciples had loud voices.

Mo Qingchen nodded, motioning for everyone to cultivate quietly, and then, he restrained his footsteps and walked towards the attic in the center.

The attic is 18 floors high, all of which are made of ancient sandalwood trees, and in the sun, flashes of purple light, which is quite dazzling.

Mo Qingchen jumped up, then got up from the ground, floating in the air, when approaching the eighteenth floor, Mo Qingchen smelled a scent of sandalwood, which was refreshing.

He swayed and slipped through the attic window.

There is only one room here, and the whole attic takes on the shape of a pyramid, from the bottom up, getting smaller and smaller.

Inside the house, a carved stone statue stands, about three feet high, and the stone statue is carved in a middle-aged woman with delicate facial features and clear eyebrows.

The woman was dressed in white, holding a Qingfeng sword, her eyes were slightly raised, and she looked at the sky, just looking at the stone statue, she had a sense of pride.

This is the statue of the first patriarch of the Seven Xuanmen, even Mo Qingchen only knows her nickname, and does not know her real name, and everyone in the world is called: Xuanqing Venerable.

It is said that she has broken through the shackles of heaven and earth, obtained eternal life, and went to another world to enjoy life.

Of course, how far away eternal life is, Mo Qingchen didn't expect this, what he looked at was the middle-aged woman sitting cross-legged and full of aura in front of the statue of Venerable Xuanqing.

The woman's jet-black hair was scattered on a white dress, with bright big eyes, dark eyes, and a round face, not gentle and beautiful, but a kind of pure natural beauty.

This middle-aged woman, sitting cross-legged on a piece of jade, is beautiful with three points of heroism, three points of pride, closed eyes, and a pair of dignified and solemn eyes, which makes people awe-inspiring and dare not look directly.

To put it simply, it's an iceberg!

On the side of the middle-aged woman, there is also a sycamore guqin, which has been covered with dust, and it seems that no one has moved it for a long time.

"You're here! The five-stringed score is complete, if not, please go back!" the woman said lightly.

She didn't even open her eyes to know who it was, a face that was naturally decorated, and it was cold.

"Ahem, ahem!" Mo Qingchen's old face turned red, "There is no ...... in the five-stringed piano score"

"Please go back!"

Before Mo Qingchen finished speaking, Liu Weiyang interrupted indifferently, and stretched out his right hand to signal Mo Qingchen, "Please, don't disturb my meditation." ”

"Weiyang, do you have to score a five-stringed piano to move your frozen heart?" Mo Qingchen said calmly at this time.

It has not been a year and a half for him to pursue Liu Weiyang, it has been more than ten years, and every time she is like this, she is very indifferent and cold.

Feelings, Mo Qingchen couldn't say clearly, he didn't know when he was tempted, but at this time, after having the lyre score, he flinched a little.

"This is the score you want, I am enlightened, there are some things, I can't force it. ”

Mo Qingchen's consciousness moved, and an animal skin covered with dense handwriting appeared, and then, he threw it to Liu Weiyang, and his tone became more and more flat.

The original excited heart turned frozen in silence, and his happy face gradually faded, and then, with a pain in his heart, he turned to leave.

At this moment, Mo Qingchen realized that if Liu Weiyang didn't have a trace of heart, no matter how hard he tried, it would be in vain, since this is the case, why not live out yourself, forget those troubles, and freeze your heart.

However, after Mo Qingchen left, Liu Weiyang opened her dark eyes, and when she felt Mo Qingchen's indifferent tone, she suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and then opened her mouth with a sigh, "Alas! ”

However, Mo Qingchen couldn't hear it anymore.

Then, she looked at the sheet music carefully, and suddenly, her indifferent ice face revealed a look of disbelief.

Tangram legato! Xuan-level advanced spiritual skills, the sound tape kills, and the sound breaks the void.

The word-by-word sentence made her mind turbulent, and every note seemed to be made of nature, and it was simple to play.

Without saying a word, she stood up, and with a wave of her hand, removed the dust from the sheet music, and began to play.

“......”

Bursts of ethereal piano sounds, from the ancient sycamore strings, slowly sounded, the sound of the piano ups and downs, like the sound of heaven, sometimes silent, sometimes killing, so that the entire Xuanyang Peak instantly quieted down.

The disciples who were cultivating, after the sound of the piano sounded, it was as if they had entered another world, and there was only the sound of the piano in the world, as if they had forgotten the troubles of cultivation, as if the tension of the year was about to dissipate.

Even Mo Qingchen, who had just left the sky, was in the air, and he paused slightly before slowly leaving.

Not long after, on Xuanyang Peak, a group of birds flying from the sky stopped at the attic, they danced, listened carefully to the sound of the piano, and immersed themselves in the notes of the tangram legato.

However, as soon as the notes turned, they became the sound of killing, formless, colorless, and odorless, piercing the air, and from the eighteen-story attic, one after another.

An invisible sound blade, inadvertently, slashed through the wings of a small bird, and in an instant, a bloody wing was cut into seven large pieces and turned into meat foam.

The sound of the piano changed from heaven to hell in an instant, and the birds that heard the sound flapped their wings in a panic and rushed to leave Xuanyang Peak.

And those disciples who seemed to have forgotten all their troubles and listened carefully to the sound of heaven, when the sound of killing sounded, they felt a kind of dizziness, and there was a killing intent in their bodies, which was mobilized.

"Zheng ......!"

Liu Weiyang stroked the piano with both hands, and slowly set the sound of the piano, even if she was cold, she was also very excited at the moment, with spiritual skills and piano scores, simple notes, and the sound of heaven and killing was played.

"He must have put a lot of thought into such a valuable musical score!"

Liu Weiyang's eyes flickered, and he thought silently in his heart.

For so many years, she is not really an iceberg, but she has vowed that she will no longer believe in love in this life, unless someone would rather die for her......

It was a cold winter, she was just a girl, she was born poor, her family was not good, and she was even more ignorant of love.

It was a snowy night, and the family of three lived together in a wooden hut ventilated on all sides, dimly lit, only a pile of fire flickered, and the three of them shivered from the cold.

At this moment, a strange young man, with a bloody body, broke into the wooden house, this person was holding a bloody long sword, Mo was about eighteen years old, and there was a faint domineering between his eyebrows.

The boy lost too much blood, and after breaking into the house, he fell headlong, and she saved him despite the opposition of his parents.

There wasn't much to eat at home, so she wrapped herself in a thin robe, snowed heavily above her head, and went out to find wild vegetables.

After surviving the cold winter, the young man recovered from his injuries, and a handsome jade face made her obsessed.

The young man's name is "Chu Junmo" is the son of a large local family, due to conflicts with other forces, a big fight, and in the end, he was rescued by Liu Weiyang.

And Chu Junmo saw that Liu Weiyang was fascinated by him, and she was good-looking, so he deceived her with clever words.

Go to the rest of her life together, take her son's hand, grow old with her son, and all kinds of sweet voices make her even more obsessed.

This night, she was full of joy, the two walked hand in hand, everything was so beautiful.

However, the good times do not always exist, the good flowers do not bloom often, and after half a year,

Another woman broke into their lives, this is the local family alongside the Chu Junmo family, the woman saw them and me, and immediately became angry, drew a long sword, and killed her parents in blood.

And Chu Junmo on the side did not stop it, but went to slap the woman.

The woman threw the long sword to Chu Junmo, and he ended it all with his own hands.

Chu Junmo didn't hesitate at all, stabbing her heart with a sword, and a cold smile still hung on the corner of his mouth.

Liu Weiyang cried out in tears, but he didn't ignore it, and the sword in his hand pierced her body deeply with force again.

At that moment, her heart became cold, and her body slowly went down.

However, she did not lose her breath, because her heart was in the right side of the chest, which was just the opposite of ordinary people.

She watched her former lover leave with the woman hugging her left and right, and the blood on her chest continued to drip continuously, making her heart like a knife.

Then, the three elders of the Seven Xuanmen passed by here, and saw her lying on the ground, bleeding nonstop, killing intent, and hatred, so they couldn't bear it for a while, and took action to save her life.

After that, the three elders saw that her face was cold and she had no relatives, so they took her to join the Seven Xuanmen and cultivate the "Ice Heart Technique." ”

The so-called Ice Heart Technique requires the cultivator's heart to be frozen, and he can't be emotional.

And Liu Weiyang since he went up the mountain, because he was too seriously injured by love, he cultivated the Ice Heart Technique, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds, and it only took thirty years to break through the realm of the Spirit King and reach the Spirit King One Heaven.

After cultivating successfully, Liu Weiyang went down the mountain alone, killing all sides in bloody clothes, washing the blood of the two major families, leaving no chickens and dogs.

After taking revenge, Liu Weiyang's heart knot was untied, and his cultivation speed was faster, but that heart was even colder.

Another thirty years!

She directly crossed the realm of the Spirit King, broke through to the Spirit Emperor One Heaven, and became the youngest Spirit Emperor of the Seven Xuanmen.

However, as time passed, she felt more and more that the days were dull, so she began to dance the piano, and her cultivation became more and more progressive.

Until a hundred years have passed, she is only the Sixth Heaven of the Spirit Emperor, and there is no progress in strength, and after a hundred years, the previous three elders were taken away by the years and passed away, and she took up the position of the three elders of the Seven Xuanmen.

However, after serving as an elder for a few years, when the door master convened a meeting, she was bumped into by Mo Qingchen, and since then, Mo Qingchen has been stalking her.

She loves piano scores, and she also knows how difficult it is to have a five-stringed score, so on this ground, she asked Mo Qingchen to create a five-stringed sheet music, and agreed to be his partner.

Now Mo Qingchen brought a tangram legato, this is a seven-stringed piano score, it stands to reason that she should keep her promise, but her heart has frozen, and she wants to be emotional, unless she disperses her cultivation.

"Alas, the world is so grinding, it seems that I can only go to Xuanqing Peak. ”