Yan Zixiu sat down, put a delicate wooden basket in front of him, and then played a song "Five Hundred Miles from Home". This song is a rural ballad of the United States, which is very good, with a faint sadness, expressing the hardships of life's journey - why set off? Where are you going?

He is indeed a bit like he sings in the song now, working very hard, but he doesn't know what the result is. The spirit incense is ready, but how to set up a trap around the old demon without alarming the old demon of Wenxing?

This is a major event that involves the lives of millions of people. Time is running out of the ropes, but the crucial step is not yet in sight.

Could it be that the old devil is not exhausted? Could it be that the catastrophe of the people in the immortal cultivation realm has not ended?

As the music flowed, a feeling of melancholy and helplessness permeated the surroundings with a feeling of great effort but unsuccess, which resonated with many monks who came and went.

Although these monks can fly to the sky, their future is more uncertain than Yan Zixiu's. Yan Zixiu just couldn't find a way for a while, but the future of these monks was extremely difficult.

The monks in the Qi cultivation period tried every possible way to break through the foundation building period, and the monks in the foundation building period wanted to break through the Jindan stage. The monks of the Jindan stage want to break through to the Yuan Infant stage. However, the reality is that within a few million miles, there are only a few Yuanying monks. It can be seen how difficult the road of cultivating immortals is.

Many monks stopped to listen to Yan Zixiu's playing.

The sound of the piano depicts two very different scenes:

On a sunny and quiet morning, a young man with a dream left his hometown, set off with a simple bag, and went to the distant Xiancheng sect to find his dream......

Many years later, on a cloudy day, on a winter afternoon with zero rain and snow, the young man who set off that year had drifted for a long time, tired and tired, and was going home, but now his bags were empty......

Although Yan Zixiu did not sing the lyrics, the sadness brought out in the tune and the wanderer's deep attachment to his hometown touched the audience. Many people were touched by their memories and feelings, and listened to them with fascination.

Jingle, a two-piece spirit stone was thrown into the wooden basket in front of Yan Zixiu.

One after another, there were two or three hundred yuan.

Yan Zixiu played it a few times and rested for a while.

The people around him began to discuss:

"Sounds good. The melody is beautiful, natural and fresh. ”

"But why do I want to cry when I hear it?"

"yes, I'm sad too."

"I realized that this piece depicts the melancholy of a young man who is not willing to leave his hometown alone in order to realize his dreams, but he does not see success."

"Daoist friend Takami, I also feel this way."

"Isn't that what we're talking about? Although it is difficult for a wanderer to leave his homeland, he has to stay away from his hometown because of the gap between his plump ideals and the reality of his bones: a wanderer, carrying his ideals, vowing to return to his hometown, has no choice but to return home, when will he be able to return home? ”

"Oh, Daoyou is really brilliant and eloquent, and his export is a chapter. Admire, admire, admire. ”

……

"Little friend, what's the name of this song?" An old voice asked, it turned out to be an elderly monk in the middle stage of Qi cultivation.

"Uncle, the song is called "Fifty Thousand Miles from Home". Yan Zixiu didn't say "Five Hundred Miles from Home", because five hundred miles is too trivial for immortal cultivators, and they don't feel it. For a Qi cultivator, 50,000 miles has to fly for more than two months, and such a distance can make it feel like wandering.

"Xiaoyou played well, which reminded me of a lot of the past. It's a pity that I'm old and frail now, and I don't see any hope of a breakthrough in my cultivation. It's really like a teenager in the song, ambitious at the beginning, but now it's a dilemma. ”

"yes. There are too many people in this immortal cultivation world who can't see hope. Yan Zixiu sighed and prepared to clean up the spirit stones in the wooden basket.

"Little friend, I'll tell you the truth, I just want to go home. But I'm shy, I don't know if you can help me? ”

"No problem. How much do you need, uncle? ”

"Xiaoyou, my name is Zizhen. 60,000 miles from home. It is estimated that forty or fifty spirit stones will be needed for the journey back to his hometown. ”

Yan Zixiu grabbed fifty or sixty yuan and gave it to him.

The old monk took the spirit stone and said in a whisper, "Thank you, little friend." I will definitely pay you back in the future. But I still have a little girl......

Yan Zixiu grabbed another fifty or sixty yuan and gave it to him: "Uncle, is it enough?" ”。

At this time, some people were already dissatisfied, thinking that this old guy wanted it again, and he was too greedy. But the parties gave generously, and it was difficult for others to say anything.

The old monk said with a flushed face: "I, I haven't finished speaking, the little girl still has a friend. This time it's all said, it's really gone. ”

Yan Zixiu gave him another fifty or sixty spirit stones: "I don't know if these are enough?" ”

"Enough, enough. Thank you, little friend. ”

"Old fellow, you're going too far!" A stout man shouted at the old monk.

The old monk didn't say a word, put away the spirit stone, and walked out of the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist, you have been deceived. All he said was a lie. Someone said to Yan Zixiu.

"Oh, do you know that old man?"

"I don't know, but it's obvious."

"Thank you for the reminder. But if there is no evidence, let's think about the good place first. What if it's really difficult? After Yan Zixiu finished speaking, he suddenly sensed that the Yuan Ying incense in the Xiangguang Pavilion was moving.

He was about to go to Xiangguang Pavilion to see the situation, but he heard someone shouting: "Boy, who let you play the piano here and perform well?!" ”

The crowd was divided into two sides, and three late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators squeezed in from the outside, all of them were fierce and vicious, and at first glance they were not good.

"Three Taoist friends, I have seen the common sense of the market, there is no rule that you are not allowed to play the piano and perform art." Yan Zixiu said calmly.

"There are no rules in Fang City, but our brothers have rules!"

"Oh? What are your rules? Yan Zixiu asked.

"If you play the piano and perform here, you must pay us half of your income."

"Do you have any rules written nearby?" Yan Zixiu asked.

"Nope."

"Did you have someone else relay the rules to me?"

"Nope."

"In that case, your rules did not exist in this area just before, so they are also invalid. Besides, even if you have regulations, what's the use of the market if you don't run it? Yan Zixiu said it clearly.

"You!" The three splashes were speechless.

Quite a few onlookers laughed. felt that this little Taoist friend questioned it reasonably, and said that the three splashes were speechless, which was relieving.

Yan Zixiu put his things into the storage bag: "You need a good mood to play the piano, I don't want to play it now." ”

"You can't go!"

"What's the matter? Want to use force? Yan Zixiu's voice was a little cold.

Someone persuaded: "Little Daoist, in the late stage of the three of them, you practice qi one level, don't make trouble." Let's go. ”

Yan Zixiu arched his hand: "Thank you, Daoyou." Brawls are not allowed in the market, this is the rule. What can they do? ”

Splash was angry: "Okay, good." Count on you. I don't believe you won't leave the market for the rest of your life. ”

"What about leaving the city? The three of you together are no match for me. Yan Zixiu didn't let it go at all.

Mo Hua, the owner of Xiangguang Pavilion, had already heard the commotion and came out to watch. She wondered in her heart, what happened to Yan Daoyou today? He doesn't look like a troublemaker. Say less, isn't it over a long time ago?

She wanted to see what was going on, so she didn't intervene. Behind her, there are also the twin sisters that Yan Zixiu met when he painted a portrait in Raptors City. They are still dressed as men.

The three splashed voices discussed for a while, and the boss who took the lead said, "Okay." I propose to you the challenge of the tournament. ”

Fang City stipulates that if there is a dispute that cannot be mediated, you can apply for a challenge in the tournament to resolve the conflict.