The notes of the distant sky swayed to the bottom of the valley, and the bleak autumn mood was written desolate.

Seven rhythms and nine strings!

The ancient spell is buried deep in this song, and the previous tune changes smoothly, and the quiet and decadent charm is changed to the sound of life and death.

The color of the light gathering in the nine coffins slowed down, and was faintly suppressed by the sound of the flute, unwillingly agitated, ready to gather momentum at any time.

The man and the three thousand looked up at the top of the mountain at the same time, this kind of music can only be played by that person, and only that person can play the ancient rhyme between the songs.

If they don't take the opportunity to leave the formation at this time, they will have no chance, Xiao Yin's suppression of the Nine Songs Great Array is time-limited, the tune comes from far away, and the person who blows the long flute seems to be doing his best to maintain the rhyme of this song, playing against the killing intent emanating from the nine coffins, but it will not last long.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up, or it'll be too late." With that, the man ignored the three of them and took the lead in running out of the formation, rushing into the back of the valley. The red light of the four people besieging the ground was also suppressed, and the dark red light was dim, disappearing into the ground, and there was a hidden tendency to reappear on the surface.

Sanqian seems to be obsessed with this song, obsessively appreciating and intoxicated, more like a persistent awe of the blower. It wasn't until Zhu Beichen patted him on the shoulder heavily that he turned around.

Zhu Beichen didn't say anything, and hinted with his eyes that it was time for us to go. Zhu Beichen stretched out his hand to clasp Han Qingxin's palm, and pulled her to run towards the back of the valley together. Sanqian looked at the sky again, with a promise of expectation in his resolute eyes, gritted his teeth and left with everyone.

The night behind the valley is deep, and the light of dawn is beginning to emerge.

The first rays of light in nature spread across the ground behind the valley, illuminating the thrilling crowd of people all night. The haze of the Nine Songs Great Array was deep in the hearts of the four people, and was swept away by the newborn sunshine.

Everyone's hearts were heavy, and once the boulder in their hearts fell, they were already exhausted, and they fell to the ground, squinting their eyes, enjoying the sunshine of the second day, what a precious ray of light, illuminating people's hearts.

Sanqian is still reminiscing about the endless sound of the flute that lingered around the beam last night.

This sound is graceful, and it has never been earthly ever since!

What kind of existence is the person who urges the sound of the flute?

It's so beautiful, so desolate. Han Xinqing, who was lax, didn't feel yearning.

"That's a seven-rhythm nine-string note!" The man spat out seven characters raw, and he was very stingy with words.

"What is a seven-line nine-string tone?" Zhu Beichen asked curiously, that kind of tune, he has never heard it in his life, I am afraid it will be difficult to forget.

The sound of the flute, the rhyme of the flute, the desolate antiquity, the ruthlessness of the erasure of the felling.

Sanqian really wanted to answer Zhu Beichen, he was a little eager to tell the origin of that kind of Xiao Yun, he could actually understand Chinese, but he couldn't open his mouth, he was still a dumb person. He got up and danced to say something.

The man's cold face was also slightly tired, and his physical strength was also very exerted last night, and his dry lips slowly squirmed.

The seven-rhythm nine-string note does not refer to a single piece of music, nor does it refer to a single instrument.

Its origin is very mysterious, and it is naturally very long, it originated from Shuofang thousands of years ago, and then traced back, it can only be found in ancient times.

Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the seven-law and nine-string sound has always been a song without words, its timbre blows out, graceful as a natural sound, there is no word in the world to match, no chapter can say the ancient rhyme of the heavenly sound.

Seven rules refer to only in the myths and legends of the seven tunes of the sound, the ancient method of blowing in the "palace, Shang, horn, sign, feather" on the basis of the evolution of the seventh syllable, the seven rules of a total of seven songs, each song can change according to the time of day, evolved hundreds of blowing methods, and each can produce different uses.

The one who broke the formation of the nine coffins just before was the entrance breaking law in the seven laws, which can solve the formation of yin and evil ghosts in the world.

The nine strings are not played with the sound of the flute, the nine strings refer to the nine strings, and the nine strings are placed between the pianos, and the timbre covers all the evolution of the sound range in the world.

The string sound can be composed of nine songs, hence the name of the nine strings, which is a kind of vocal range far above the seven laws, I am afraid that it has long been extinct in the world, and no one can play the sound of the nine strings.

The seven rhythms and nine strings are originally one, from the distant ancient heritage, and the tune between the seven rhythms and nine strings can evolve thousands of kinds of repertoire in the world, which is the ancestor of music.

It is rumored that if the seven rhythms and nine strings play in the world, they can purify the red dust and cleanse the world. This night was the luck of the four people, the seven laws were displayed in their ears for the first time, the distant range was unreachable, and the ethereal notes fascinated the four of them.

"Is that the previous part of the flute also the Seven Laws, what are the Seven Laws?" Han Qingxin's afterglow was more and more in awe of this kind of nature.

"It should be a clear sound, although there are only seven songs in the seven rhythms, but the changes between each song are different, and it is not clear. This is a kind of ghostly sound that conquers the heavens and the earth, and it is difficult to meet a bosom friend. The man was particularly worried, he was a person with an extremely high status in the black seedlings.

Since the Qin and Han dynasties, no one can blow the Seven Laws. Now, in the Heimiao District on the banks of the Heishui River, there is a girl who can play the Seven Rhythms, her talent is terrifying, and even she doesn't know how capable he is. It has always been a rumor that only exists in the Miao area of southern Yunnan, and this is the first time he has heard her blow the seven laws.

The melody is beautiful, but it can also confuse people's hearts, and the men who live here have heard it for a long time, and they are more and more in awe.

"To be able to play such a moving song, this must be a beautiful girl." Zhu Beichen hoped to see the people behind the Seven Laws in his heart, and that song Qingyin broke the sound to save their lives.

Three thousand's actions suddenly became very abnormal, his plain face suddenly became angry, his facial features constricted into a ball to show his anger, he glared at Zhu Beichen with deep hostility, and there was a faint gesture of making a move between his hands.

"I, I didn't mess with you, why did you become so fierce all of a sudden." Zhu Beichen was stared at by the other party, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

This kid can understand Chinese, Han Qingxin's observation is very delicate, and Sanqian can be hostile to Zhu Beichen, proving that he understands that sentence. But she didn't react in any way, just watched this scene coldly, and Sanqian finally didn't make a move, and sat back on the ground.

The silent man glanced at Sanqian with a little meaning, and seemed to understand something.

"You like her?" The man asked directly.

Sanqian drooped his head, his eyes were fixed on the sand on the ground, and he didn't respond, but he acted as if someone had peeked through the secret in his heart, and he was a little embarrassed. He knew that it was impossible, what kind of existence was the person of the Seven Laws, high and unattainable.

"You'd better die early, she's not something you can touch." The man's words were like a warning, but his attitude was resolute. He didn't explain why, and it was clear that Sanqian understood what he was referring to.

I didn't see any anger on the part of the three thousand, only a faint trace of sorrow flowing between the corners of his eyebrows.

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