Monk Mu Sheng was not lightly injured, Yang Muqing was not much better, his face was like gold paper, he was covered in blood, and his flesh wounds looked terrible, the most fatal thing was the invisible hidden wound in his body, the sea of qi containing the spiritual power of the Xuanshi was almost exhausted, and the meridians around his body were stagnant and backward, and every inch was tortured like being slowly picked by a needle, if it was an ordinary person who suffered such an injury, it is estimated that he would have fainted dozens of times.

He looked in the direction of Monk Musheng's departure, confirmed that he had indeed gone away, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away the blood and sweat that had blindfolded him, regained his spirits, and strode towards the woman who was struggling to support herself in the mountains.

Ah Cao, hold on, I'll come.

Without the initial impassionedness, Murong Cao's inner mood at this time was really not very beautiful, sometimes if she blew a tune wrongly, she would look at a Yin Spirit who had come back to her senses, and she could feel the other party's vigorous murderous intent, at this time, if she didn't pull back the tune immediately, she might be gnawed off a piece of flesh and blood.

But once you start something, it's like walking on a suspension bridge built on top of two towering cliffs, and you're halfway there, and then you feel that it's useless to be timid, because it's still half the way to go, whether it's going forward or backward.

As long as they are not cowards with IQ and urgency, most of them will grit their teeth and walk forward, after all, even if it is the Longtan Tiger's Den in front, it is better than returning empty-handed and walking in vain.

Murong Cao closed his eyes, and two voices sounded in his ears at the same time.

Among them, the voice of Wen Ruo Dongyang has long been rooted in his heart, "Cao, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

It's a pity that the person who likes to say this is no longer "away".

Another cold and clean voice appeared a little abruptly, "Ah Cao, leave it to me." ”

This sentence was so loud that it gave Murong Cao the illusion that a real person was by his side, but how could he think of him at this moment?

Just as she was in a trance, she suddenly felt that her hand was empty, and the "soul lure" had been taken away.

Murong Cao exclaimed, his eyes widened, and then he saw a determined and increasingly familiar back.

She then smiled, although this person was not her thoughts, but she could be her dependence.

When the first tune was blown out by Yang Muqing, Murong Cao knew that it was none of her business.

It turned out that Yang Muqing's initial literary and artistic madness was not because he studied under Bodhizi, but because his artistic cells were relatively developed, not only did he draw well, but his sense of musicality was also not standard.

Yang Muqing's aura of "don't approach the living" had been polished to the point of being polished by the philistines and sleek ways of the Soul Asking Place, but at this time it returned to him intact, Murong Cao remembered the first time he saw him, and recalled the jerky young man who was a little cold and hard and wore a layer of invisible armor.

Such a yang muqing seems to have no flaws.

When the heart has nothing to think, the heart has nothing to desire, and the heart has nothing to fear, it is not easy to be found by others.

So, the "popularity" she worked hard to create for Yang Muqing is his flaw?

Thinking of this, Murong Cao suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was not so pleasing to the eye, but a little depressed for no reason, as if he had finally scored a goal on the court, but found that it was the opponent's goal.

Yang Muqing was concentrating on solving the problem in front of him at this time, so he naturally didn't have the energy to take into account Murong Cao's careful thoughts, and he didn't even notice that Murong Cao was a little uneasy.

The reason why he is so proficient in controlling the "soul seduction" is that he has to thank Bodhizi.

Bodhizi's "make-up lesson" inexplicably arranged a chapter of "soul luring" score, because it was an incomplete broken chapter, he felt that it was not of great use, and he was unwilling to learn at first, but Bodhi Zi had a good temper and was kind to him, and forced him to completely memorize the completely out of tune music score, now that I think about it, it may not be an unpredictable prophet, of course, it may also be that Bodhi Zi "inadvertently" found the "soul lure" in the Ling, and felt that he would use it sooner or later, so he took precautions.

The title of this chapter is "Returning to the Cave", the tone is high and low, like joy and sadness, such as crying and complaining, high like a crane in the sky, low like a thousand horses, sad like a hundred ghosts crying at night, happy like a spring breeze proud.

seems to blow away the joys and sorrows of the world, love and hate.

The spirits who accompanied them became the most obedient dancers, swaying and dancing with the change of tune, and finally turned into white shadow butterflies one after another, and after flying around the village, they dug into the graves on the hillside in an orderly manner, and disappeared.

The villagers of Chiyang Village were all dumbfounded, not knowing how to judge what was happening in front of them, and they didn't know whether the man and woman who made a lot of noise had done good or bad things.

Murong Cao completely put down the big stone in his heart, signaling that Yang Muqing, who looked very embarrassed, could finally stop and rest, but saw him shaking his head slightly, leaning his body against an old banyan tree with pain, and the "soul seduction" in his hand flipped left and right, and the same music score was blown out by him in a completely different tone.

This time, it was the villagers of Chiyang Village who moved, including Niu Hao, who was crying in front of his beloved son, all stood up in a daze, as if sleepwalking, and returned to their own houses, and closed the doors and windows.

The only three who were not affected were Murong Cao, Li Hang, and Wang Sanfang.

The tug-of-war lasted from twelve o'clock in the middle of the night to three o'clock in the morning, and it was still a long time before dawn.

Looking at Yang Muqing's unhurried appearance, this song is not so easy to end.

Murong Cao wanted to say something to him, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt a little tasteless, so he had to rub his already sore cheeks, scooped a spoonful of water from the well and put it beside him, and gave him a dull look.

Yang Muqing was a little stunned, then smiled helplessly, paused for a moment, picked up the wooden spoon and drank a few sips of water, and then continued to play seriously.

Wang Sanfang and Li Hang, under the signal of Murong Cao, simply collected the three rotting corpses spread on the side of the road in a thin coffin, and then carried them up the mountain one by one, built three new mounds, and erected three straightforward tablets, writing their names and dates of birth and death.

The date of birth and death is naturally not today, but the day when the three old graves are moved.

After changing the score, the "soul seduction" sounded like this until the next morning, until the first ray of dawn shone on Yang Muqing's shoulders, he shook off his hands that were about to stiffen, put the "soul seduction" in the palm of his hand, and leaned against the locust tree, tired and fell asleep.

Murong Cao walked from the entrance of the village with an umbrella and a blanket, and when he saw the situation in front of him, he was a little angry and a little funny.

Wang Sanfang and Li Hang were already tired and paralyzed, and they slept like two dead pigs at this time, and her small body could not carry Yang Muqing, so she had to grieve this "Bodhisattva" who had just rescued the suffering to recuperate, and then walked back by herself.

A thin blanket was gently covered on Yang Muqing's body.

An umbrella with very good shade is hung in the branches of a slightly lower tree.

The villagers of Chiyang Village woke up one after another, everyone felt a little headache, it seemed that they had experienced a complicated dream last night, but they couldn't remember what they had experienced in the dream, and when they saw the three new graves on the hillside, they didn't feel too abrupt, as if those three people had already been separated from their yin and yang.