An hour ago, not long after Yun Sheng went to town.

Yun Canglang had just settled down in the hunters' quarters, and when he saw that Yun Sheng had not returned for a long time, he discussed with Zhou Quan whether he wanted to go to the nearby defenders of Weiyuan Hou to inquire about the news.

After the Yun family army withdrew, Wei Yuanhou took the opportunity to ask Emperor Da Zhou for his life and asked for an envoy here for his nephew.

Just when Yun Canglang was discussing with Zhou Quan, he suddenly heard a burst of beautiful music floating on the street.

When he heard the music, Yun Canglang only felt a shock all over his body.

A name that had been hidden in his heart and had not been mentioned for a long time broke into his mind.

Shakespeare.

It was when he and Shahua met for the first time, and in order to repay him for saving his life, Shahua played a piece of music for him.

Yun Canglang has not touched a musical instrument since his hand was disabled.

At the same time, he also kept his thoughts about Yuan Sha's paintings deep in his heart.

In order to cut off his friendship with Yuan Shahua, he kept thinking about the deception that Yuan Shahua had deceived him back then, and Yuan Shahua might have been married to a woman.

But all of this, as soon as I heard the music, shattered in an instant.

He couldn't help but look back, looking for a familiar and painful silhouette.

In the crowd, he did not find a painting of Yuansha.

The music took him, so that he couldn't help but take a step, and he didn't even have time to say hello to Zhou Quan and the others before leaving Nanya Town.

The music took him all the way forward, and Yun Canglang also left Nanya Town.

Yun Canglang didn't ride a horse, he just walked along the avenue outside Nanya Town, all the way forward.

Yun Canglang is so strong, he walked all the way, and before he knew it, he had moved away from Nanya Town and arrived on a hillside.

At the end of the plain is the southern city.

Until he entered the cemetery.

Yun Canglang stood on the hillside with his hands behind his back, looking at the southern city from afar.

His memory unconsciously drifted back to the scene when he and Yuan Shahua met ** years ago.

Thinking of Yiren's smile when he played the piano, and remembering the situation when the two first met, Yun Canglang muttered to himself bitterly.

"Shakespeare, how are you doing all these years? You should have been married for many years," Yun Canglang sighed.

He struggled down the hill.

On the opposite side of the hillside is a stretch of plain.

The border is located in the southeast, and the vegetation in this area is very lush, but only this plain seems very bleak.

On the plain, there are no trees, only a tombstone, this is the burial place of the Yun family army, and the people who used to be Yun Canglang's closest comrades-in-arms are lying here one by one.

In my ears, I didn't feel a flute sound.

The flute sound was high first and then low, and Yun Canglang, who was immersed in memory, was unconscious.

In his mind, a scene suddenly appeared.

On the battlefield, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and countless soldiers fell one by one.

"General, the brethren are covering you, hurry up and leave,"

"General, bring my body back to Yujing and give it to my lady,"

"General--- go!"

The sound of the flute changed abruptly, from high to low, and the sound was like crying.

In the ears, there is like a horse's hooves galloping, and there seems to be a horn continuously, and the bottom of the eyes of the clouds and waves is blurred.

Memories come flooding back, and the original beautiful music has changed abruptly.

Yun Canglang, who had been caught in the flute and couldn't extricate himself, roared in pain and knelt down.

In the cemetery, there was already a silver-robed man, his face dusty.

If Yun Canglang takes a closer look, he will find that the man is similar to Yuan Sha's painting, and this person is the younger brother of Yuan Sha's painting, and Yuan Sha is not broken.

Yuan Bupo looked at Yun Canglang from afar, and saw that he was holding his head with both hands, it was very painful, and his hands really recovered.

The pain he brought to his sister is something he wants to repay today.

Yuan Bupo held a purple jade flute in his hand, the shape of the flute was very special, his plump lips were attached to the purple flute, and music kept flowing from under his lips.

The sixth chapter of Dihong, the song of life and death, can trigger the darkest side of people's hearts and immerse people in the painful memories of the past.

Yun Canglang was already completely immersed in it, and under his eyes, there was only endless death.

Yuan Sha's painting left absolutely, and the Yun Jiajun brothers fell one by one, and all because of him, he disobeyed Dihong City.

"Let my sister's pain be completely cut off," the flute sound changed again, and just as he was about to strangle Yun Canglang in the music, two figures swept from the other side.

"It's General Yun!" Huang Que and Yun Sheng were also taken aback when they saw Yun Canglang in the cemetery, who loved pain like a trapped beast.

At the same time, they also noticed the man standing in the cemetery.

The purple jade flute in the man's hand, and the sound of the flute blowing, was the source of Yun Canglang's pain.

Yun Sheng and Huang Que tried to get closer, but as soon as they got closer, they found that they couldn't move an inch.

The two of them were only a hundred steps away from Yun Canglang, but they couldn't move a single step.

There seemed to be an extra wall ahead, and the two of them couldn't cross it.

This wall is very special, it is not a condensation of magical elements, nor is it a wall of vindictive energy.

"It's the Sonic Wall, this person must be from Dihong City," Yun Sheng didn't know what the young man's intentions were, and he didn't look at the two of them at all, as if he didn't look at them at all.

"What to do? The general looks in pain? Huang Que looked anxious.

"Huang Que, you try to play the Emperor Hong Song," Yun Sheng already had a premonition when he went out with Huang Que that Yun Canglang's sudden departure might be related to Emperor Hong City.

It's just that she can't be sure whether the person who came is related to Yuan Sha's painting or Xuan Wuji.

This man was obviously torturing Yun Canglang, but he didn't seem to really intend to kill Yun Canglang.

Otherwise, in that period of time just now, when Yun Canglang lost his self-control, he had the opportunity to kill Yun Canglang.

Huang Que nodded, since she learned the song of Dihong, she has been studying and practicing hard, and now she has comprehended the second chapter of Dihong.

The weapon she chose for herself was also very special, the bone harp left behind by her mother.

Huang Que untied the bone harp on her back, and she tuned the strings, and her slender ten fingers plucked the strings.

The strings groaned softly, and the sound of a stream of piano sounded after a spring rain.

Dihong Song?

Yuan Bupo in the cemetery raised his eyebrows after hearing the familiar music, and there was a little more contempt in his heart.

At the same time, I also have a little resentment against Yuan Sha's painting in my heart, and the eldest sister really has true feelings for Yun Canglang, and even taught Dihong Ge.

It's a pity that these ordinary people who were born outside Dihong City could understand the true meaning of Dihong Song.

Today, let him let these ordinary people really see what the real Dihong Song is.