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On the bank of the weak water river, Li Muyu supported his head with one hand, lying sideways on a green grass, and holding a piece of grass in the other hand, teasing the little lark beside him.

It has been nearly seven months since the last beating.

In that battle, it was called a dark place, the sun and the moon were dark, and in the end, when the five of them were almost seriously injured, they were able to win the Ziyang Divine Monarch assessment.

Li Muyu's eyes were a little empty, looking at the little lark jumping up, somehow, he was a little emotional.

"At that time, why did I fight so hard......"

It's an illusion again, it's weak water, and in the end, he desperately used his life to perform a very mana-consuming heart turning technique, and now that he thinks about it, he feels a little incredible.

"Could it be that in my bones, I am actually a warmonger who is keen to fight?"

He shook his head with a smirk, rejecting this somewhat nonsensical idea. He is an ordinary person with a very mediocre personality, neither murderous nature, nor the greatness of all sentient beings, who likes to be quiet, to be free, and to be simple.

When you are bored, you can go out for a walk, and when you are busy, you can calm down and practice for a while. He had never thought of doing anything to cover the sky with one hand and become famous in the heavenly court, but now he just wants to seriously manage his weak waters, fill the luck of the weak waters, and then collect faith resources, so as to condense merit and improve his divine strength.

Turning over, Li Muyu lay on the grass by the river in a large shape, squinted his eyes, quietly looked at the sky of the weak waters, and listened to the sound of the weak water rivers with his ears sideways.

Ever since he had returned from Heavenly Court seven months ago, the words of the Purple Sun Divine Monarch would ring in his ears from time to time.

"You are the god of water, not the god of weak water, although your priesthood is a weak water river, but your Shinto should not be just weak water, it should be like your illusion, change as you like."

My Shinto......

In addition, the Ziyang Divine Monarch also talked a lot about the five of them, what Loulan Ancient City, what Lingzhou luck, anyway, it boiled down to one point, that is, Heavenly Court had a task to send to the five of them to do, and the difficulty of the task was not low.

"There are still three years left, and the ancient city of Loulan will be opened, and when the time comes, it will be time for me to be busy."

How to compete for luck, why did Heavenly Court only send the five of them to do it, and so on, Ziyang Divine Monarch didn't mean to tell them specifically.

Never mind.

Li Muyu stood up, sat cross-legged on the ground, stretched out his hand, and a delicate guqin suddenly appeared on his lap.

"Ding-dong-"

With a flick of the finger, an extremely clean note flowed from the fingertips.

The original body of this qin was the broken Xuanji Qin, and as compensation, the Purple Sun Divine Monarch gave him a lot of very precious materials. It's just that among those materials, there is nothing Li Muyu likes, so he took it with him, but the body of the new piano is still dominated by Qingyue sycamore wood, and the strings are no longer the hair of the Qingqiu demon fox.

These seven strings are all refined by the weak water he has collected every day in the past seven months, and within each string, he has injected an innate phantom spirit qi. Besides, this body, Qingyue Sycamore Wood is an extremely noble mortal wood in the Southern Regions of the Mortal World, but now, there is a vigorous vitality in this mortal wood.

......

"Do you really want to give me a wisp of innate wood qi?"

In the depths of the oasis, Li Muyu held an emerald green willow leaf in his hand, and the expression on his face was full of surprise.

Sassa - Sassa -

The innate spirit root gently shook the leaves on the branches, and made a pleasant sound one by one.

"Thank you, then you're welcome."

Raising his hand, Li Muyu bowed deeply towards the innate spiritual root.

Sassa - Sassa -

On that day, there was obviously no wind in the weak waters, but Li Muyu's ears were full of the sound of the leaves shaking.

......

"Ding-dong-"

The sound of the piano flows, and the aura of three different colors comes out with the music. And these three spiritual powers are the three qi in this qin. The innate phantom spirit qi, the weak water water virtue qi, and the innate wood qi represent his illusion path, water path, and his divine realm qi respectively.

The three breaths are integrated into one qin, and from then on, this qin is no longer the demon qin of Yunzhou, but his own qin, the qin made by Li Muyu himself, is a Shinto qin from weak waters.

"Ding-ding-ding-"

Blue, pink, and green, at this moment, suddenly merged together, with blue as the dominant, pink and green as supplements, gradually, the three colors became one, and finally mixed into a very light blue.

"Ding—"

Li Muyu gently plucked the strings, and a cloud of blue smoke like water and mist flowed out of his fingertips.

A flower, a cloud, a rain, a dream.

Hands rise and fall, different scenes continue to change with the different notes flowing from Li Muyu's fingertips. At first, it was very small, but the further back you played, the more undulating the scenery became.

"Ding—"

The first sound is Carp Lake.

"Ding—"

The second sound is Heavenly Court.

"Ding—"

With a third sound, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and a bizarre world scene quietly condensed.

There are many high-rise buildings, vehicles are in a hurry, and with their vague memories, the appearance of their previous lives has emerged one by one at this moment.

With illusion as the medium, water as the medium, with the thoughts in his heart, with the qin in his hand, the waterway changes, which is Li Muyu's Shinto road at this time.

"Dingdingding-"

The movements in his hands have obviously stopped, but the piano is still playing.

Weak water, like water.

"From today on, you will be called Ruoshuiqin."

"Ding Ding Ding-"

The seven strings vibrated in unison, and the water was bright, which seemed to be a response and a joy.

His piano is psychic.

......

Shenzhou calendar, 1022, August 15.

Today, it is the day when Li Muyu and Ziyang Shenjun agreed to meet, and the place of meeting is a marginal place in the underworld, commonly known as the place of death.

Whoa-whoa-whoa

The waves crash on the shore, the water hits the reef, and a unique salty smell in the sea, accompanied by the sea breeze, beats on the face.

"I didn't expect that the entrance to this underworld would actually be near your divine domain."

The delicate female voice sounded in her ears, and hearing the words of the Hundred Flowers Fairy, Li Muyu shrugged his shoulders with an undeniable look.

"Actually, I just found out not long ago."

Since the day he took over the weak waters, it wasn't until a few days ago that the Ziyang Divine Monarch sent a letter, and he didn't know that this nameless sea next to the weak waters actually hid a passage that could lead to the underworld, and this passage was extremely hidden, and only on the night of the full moon, this path between the living world and the underworld would be revealed in the eyes of the living.

"How long will it take for the moon to appear here?"

"An hour or so."

Suddenly, a fiery red light flew towards them, and in just a moment, Li Muyu felt that the temperature around him was rising rapidly.

"He's finally here."

Mobei on the side looked at the light that was getting closer and closer to them, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, Ziyang Shenjun has always disliked others being rude, and being late is even more taboo for him.

"Whew, it's finally time to catch up."