I didn't sleep well that night.

It was just getting dark.

Ye Qingxuan sat on the chair at the door, watching the people in the barracks come and go, thinking about what to do next.

In the chaotic East, the civil war in Aurora is in full swing. Ye Qingxuan refused last night's celebration banquet, had dinner alone at his residence, and also refused invitations from the heads of all parties.

He didn't want to have too much to do with it.

Especially with Bai Heng.

Unfortunately, things don't always go his way.

"The third son of the eldest grandson, the eldest grandson Jingming, has seen the head of the Ye family. ”

The blue-eyed young man stood in front of Ye Qingxuan, blocking the light.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at him:

"What's the matter?"

The eldest grandson Jingming smiled and bowed politely, "It's not talented, and you have the courage to ask the head of the Ye family for advice." ”

"No, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, none of them, poetry, books, rituals and music, all of them are not refined. Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, "Unless you ask me to ask me about mechanical engineering and the history of musicians in the Dark Ages, you should go find someone else." ”

The eldest grandson, Jingming, did not give up, and still maintained a downward posture, "I heard that the Ye family master is famous in the West, controls the current situation, is known as the hand of God, and is also the crown of the chief judge and the king of Huang, I don't know that Jingming can be honored for this, and the master of the Ye family will guide him in music theory?"

"Forget it, I can't teach you anything, really. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, "Besides, the weather is so bad today, it looks like it's going to rain, and it's still early in the morning...... Fight kill kill, it's not good. ”

The eldest grandson Jingming raised his head, his brows furrowed, and for some reason, he sighed softly.

"Won't you give advice anyway?"

"Hmm. ”

Eldest Sun Jingming's expression turned cold, "Are you afraid?"

"Hmm. Ye Qingxuan yawned and was listless: "As you can see, I am such a deceitful and famous thief, and now I have already appeared in my original form, why bother with each other?"

The eldest grandson, Jingming, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes became refusal.

"Forgive me for my contempt. ”

At that moment, his palm was raised, and the phantom of the moon in the Huqin Well emerged from behind him, and a thunderbolt was brewing in the nature interference, and the meaning of the heavenly tribulation reappeared, and the sound of slaughter rose to the sky.

In an instant, a thin frost appeared on the muddy ground, and the rain that had just fallen last night was frozen in the soil and condensed into fine, delicate ice crystals, which intertwined with each other and spread in all directions.

Immediately afterward, it came to an abrupt end.

The projection of the moon in the well, the instrument of inheritance, is hidden, and of course the music theory is gone, and there is no trace. Before the catastrophe could emerge, it had already dissipated in the bud.

The frozen ice crystals melt and the morning dew evaporates.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and shook his stiff hand in mid-air, with a friendly expression: "Forgive you." ”

The eldest grandson Jingming's face twitched slightly, feeling the bone-chilling chill in his heart, he didn't dare to make a slight move, and after a long time, he finally eased up, staggered back two steps, and gave up his hand with a wry smile.

"The light of fireflies is difficult to compare with the bright moon. ”

Ye Qingxuan ignored him, just looked at the girl who was not far away, watching: "What about you, you want to come too?"

"No need. ”

Liu Ran, who had a relationship with Guixu once, bowed slightly, "The concubine doesn't have the courage to take the initiative with the Ye family." ”

"If it's okay, let's disperse. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved to the young people not far away: "What should I do, what should I do, don't pay attention to me, I'll just come here to see, don't buy anything, why be so enthusiastic?"

Several young people glanced at each other with a wry smile.

I thought hard for this battle for a long time last night, although I had already expected the disparity between victory and defeat, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even force Ye Qingxuan to make a move.

I thought that with the weapon of inheritance in hand, how could the heroes of the world pass two moves.

As a result, as soon as he went up, he was defeated before he could show his weapon.

The defeat was inexplicable

Immediately, everyone present felt a strong sense of frustration.

In the crowd, someone was silent for a moment and stepped forward, armed with a sword.

"The eldest son of the Yuan family, Yuan He. ”

He bowed his head to Ye Qingxuan and clenched the hilt of his sword, "Please also ask the Ye family master to teach you." ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, let you make three moves...... Force me to move a step, and you win. ”

Yuan He's expression changed, and he immediately suppressed his anger, and his eyes became colder and colder, "Then admit it." ”

He drew his sword, but the hilt was held down by the palm of one hand and could not be removed.

The palm of that hand was as solid as a rock, and pressed the blade of his sword into its scabbard.

He looked back in astonishment and saw his grandfather.

Yuan Changqing.

"If you recognize the gap, you should admit it obediently, and don't get entangled like a splash. ”

Yuan Changqing let go of his palm, Yuan He lowered his head, did not feel ashamed, and respectfully accepted his grandfather's reprimand.

"It's all gone. ”

Yuan Changqing waved his hand, and everyone took a few steps back, but they did not disperse as he said, but gathered in the distance, curiously watching.

looked at Ye Qingxuan at the door, and the old man in front of him.

"Don't bully children, Ye Qingxuan. ”

Yuan Changqing's white hair was tied back casually, and he raised his hand and rolled up the sleeves of his robe, revealing the blue-black skin and scars on his forearms.

Looking at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes were expectant:

"Come with me. ”

"What do you mean by me bullying children? It's obviously a group of children bullying me, okay?" Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips and shook his head, "Besides, old man, you have such a high seniority, is it okay to bully the small with the big one?"

"I don't dare to be your senior. Yuan Changqing rolled up his sleeves, his rough palm pressed on the rope of the saber hilt, and his pupils narrowed slightly: "Your horror is better than your father." ”

Ye Qingxuan was indifferent, "If you don't mention him, I may be a little happier, maybe I may agree to you." ”

"Then let me see, what is the difference between you and the rebel who burned all the ancestral industries?"

Yuan Changqing grinned, not like the old man's kindness, but like a man-eating beast, full of hideous: "The ugly words are in front, if you can't hide from it, you will really die-"

Collapse!

The poignant resonance of gold and iron suddenly burst out, and a line of fierce light suddenly emerged from Yuan Changqing's face, converging into a line of iron light roaring, like a bird, obviously just a slash, but a hundred turns and thousands of times, the sharpness of steel and the gentleness of silk are united in that line, and they are promoted and fallen from the high-level dimension.

It wasn't until a sword was cut out that everyone saw the simple and illusory long sword in the old man's hand, as if in the empty void, countless wisps of music theory converged, outlining the killing sword chapter, making Chunjun's form reveal from the material world, but it was so ethereal and transparent.

Only in the interplay of light and shadow can we faintly glimpse the terrifying edge.

And now, countless music theories stretched out from the spine of the sword and sank into the void, locking Ye Qingxuan like a chain.

Ye Qingxuan had already taken a step back.

In the sound of the collapse of the house, countless dusts were lifted, and they were intimidated by the fierceness in the image of the sword seal, and they did not dare to rise up, and they prostrated on the ground tamely.

In Ye Qingxuan's hand, the outline of the sword of the New Testament had emerged.

On the spine of the concise and clumsy sword, a white scratch appeared on it, which was the trace left by Yuan Changqing's sword just now. The scratches slowly closed, but the strong killing intent left in the scratches could not be eliminated, floating in the air, causing cracks to appear on the frozen and melting earth.

Ten steps between the two, nineteen sword marks crisscrossed the area.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, looked at the sword marks under his feet, and sighed softly.

Just like Yuan Changqing said.

If you can't dodge, you're really going to die.

"Old fellow, are you really moving? ”

He rubbed his swollen eyebrows a little impatiently, and in an instant, the illusion spread from under his feet, and then, with the new covenant as the fulcrum, the endless abyss emerged from under his feet, not only the chapter of the abyss, but also the many illusion secret realms that had been used by the archipelago musicians for hundreds of years appeared here, framing out of thin air, enveloping Yuan Changqing layer after layer.

In the blink of an eye, matter was bent, and the boundary between the illusory and the real was blurred, and in the way of an orthodox musician, he stuck to the geographical advantage and confined Yuan Changqing to illusion.

Immediately afterwards, countless music theories unfolded from it, layer upon layer, entangled with Yuan Changqing's sword medal, like the undulation of the tide, or pushing, or pulling, from one battle to thousands of battles, from the overall situation to the details, from countless places to attack Yuan Changqing in an instant.

That's the real killer move.

He was reluctant to shake Yuan's killing sword head-on, but dragged this troublesome and irascible old man into the music theory battle he was best at.

It was only very soon that his complexion changed.

At this moment, in the midst of thousands of disputes, it seemed that there were thousands of skilled swordsmen dealing with Ye Qingxuan's attack, and thousands of different sword intents and sword seals emerged from the Pure Jun Sword.

After dividing and dissolving that sword intent that had been condensed to the extreme, he didn't expect that the enemies had changed from one to thousands, each of which was completely different from the others, but all of them were equally difficult and terrifying.

The sound of glass breaking sounded.

Immediately after, the illusion of the Endless Abyss shattered.

Under the pressure of 10,000 tons, Yuan Changqing walked out unharmed, looked at Ye Qingxuan, who had suffered a secret loss, and smiled mockingly.

"You don't think that the Yuan clan is a bunch of reckless men who can only draw swords, do you?"

He tilted his head to look at Ye Qingxuan, "Actually, whether it's swordsmanship, movement, or music theory...... As long as it's something that can kill people, we'll all have a little bit of it.

So, how long are you going to play this sissy trick?"

Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became unhappy.

This old man is really cheap and troublesome, and his mouth is poisonous, and his words are more and more ugly, but the tricks under his hands are too solid, and even the flow of sword intent to deal with the attack of music theory has made Ye Qingxuan almost capsize in the gutter.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't intend to counterattack and just break Ye Qingxuan's illusion, Ye Qingxuan would probably be a little more troublesome.

Now, Ye Qingxuan was finally enraged.

"Okay. ”

Ye Qingxuan raised the sword of the New Testament and smiled at Yuan Changqing: "If you want to see the real character, let the seniors have a good time!"

At that moment, a mighty melody sounded.

From the blade of the Sword of the New Testament, countless stars shone brightly, bursting out with dazzling light, slowly emerging from behind Ye Qingxuan, and layers of killing machines locked on Yuan Changqing.

- From the New World.

After being isolated from the ether net by the Great Wall, Ye Qingxuan had no way to borrow the massive storage in the ether net, and all that was left here was prepared by Ye Qingxuan himself in advance.

Anyway, the load of the sword of the New Testament can't be used up at all, and the movement can be kept for six hours, just in case, Ye Qingxuan stuffed the movement into the blade of the sword when he was idle and had nothing to do, and he didn't worry about wasting it at all.

Now, it's Yuan Changqing's turn to enjoy it.

"Yes, that's right. ”

Facing the hundreds of blazing rays of light, Yuan Changqing laughed and cheered: "That's how it should be!"

Chunjun rose and turned into a vast sun, and the sword medallion as fierce as the sun rose from his body, slashing towards the endless stars!

The light stung everyone's eyes.