The friendship between the master of music and rhythm, Gao Zhongli and Tang Liulang, has been recorded in some wild histories, and it is also recorded in Tang Liulang's biography.

It is said that during the period when Tang Liulang was studying hard, Gao Zhongli used the sound of the piano many times to help him calm his mind and relieve his fatigue.

When Tang Liulang was about to go to sword cultivation, Gao Zhongli also persuaded Tang Liulang.

"Before I was alive, I naturally hoped to find the most suitable and excellent inheritor as much as possible, but unfortunately, now I can't hold it anymore," Gao Zhongli lamented in the galaxy: "You two are the only men and women I have met who have entered here at the same time since I have been waiting for 10,000 years, and you seem to have an unusual relationship, and you have met the most basic conditions for practicing the Untitled Sword Sutra." ”

"What are the basic conditions of the Untitled Sword Sutra?" Su Mu raised his eyebrows.

"Naturally, not exactly, but as fellow Daoists, the chances of success in cultivation will naturally be much greater," Gao Zhongli looked at Su Mu and said, "The threshold of the Untitled Sword Sutra is that the two of you need to be connected with each other, and you can't have reservations about each other,"

"The more trust and the more they have the same mind, the more powerful they can exert become, which is an important reason why the Tang brothers and their wife can also kill two returnees."

"We are not Taoist couples," Mo Qianhe explained very straightforwardly. Gao Zhongli looked at the stiffness on the little girl's face, just smiled, and didn't debunk it.

"How about it, two little dolls, this is your chance, of course, I also hope that you can help me this old guy who has been waiting for ten thousand years, to be honest, this kind of waiting is not pleasant." Gao Zhongli is like an old man with a candle in the wind at the moment, hoping that Su Mu and Mo Qianhe can fulfill his last wish.

Su Mu didn't answer immediately, but asked, "Shicai, you said that you have only seen the two of us enter this place together in ten thousand years, that is to say, there are others?" ”

"Yes," Gao Zhongli nodded, and it seemed difficult for him to recall, and only after a long time did he say, "There are two young men here..."

Mo Qianhe knew that one of them was her senior brother Xu Qianhuan. Judging from the clothes described by the other party, the other person was obviously a disciple of Xilin, and it was unknown who it was.

"Do you still have questions?" Gao Zhongli looked at Su Mu and Mo Qianhe honestly, and said, "You can ask if you have any doubts, I only have one request, and that is to try to inherit the Untitled Sword Sutra." His words almost smacked of pleading.

This is also a strange story in the world. Untitled Sword Sutra and other kendo techniques, even if they are placed in the supernatural powers, they are also top-notch existences.

At this moment, Gao Zhongli actually wished that they could learn so almost pleadingly? Su Mu looked at Mo Qianhe.

Mo Qianhe thought for a while and asked, "How to learn?" "I heard that. Gao Zhongli seemed to spit out a heavy turbid breath for a long time, and a comfortable smile appeared on his face, "Do you see the Milky Way under me?" Su Mu: "......" They are not blind, how can they not see.

"This is the arrangement that I have spent many years of strength to complete for Brother Tang's untitled sword scripture," Speaking of this, Gao Zhongli also remembered the sad thing, and said: "Back then, the little emperor of the ancestral dynasty sent one of the two of them to the plateau and the other to the East China Sea, which made people sad, they were separated alive like the legendary Cowherd and Weaver Girl..."

Su Mu understood, in short, he just wanted to emulate the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, hoping that Tang Liulang and Feng Jiuniang's inheritors would be able to walk across the galaxy with their untitled sword scriptures.

A moment later. Gao Zhongli only talked about the request to teach them the Untitled Sword Sutra.

"Both of you are sword learners," Gao Zhongli became serious, and said, "I need you to use your respective spirits to condense magpie birds in the sky above this galaxy, the key is that when you condense magpie birds, every step must be synchronized, and the condensed magpie birds must be consistent in terms of size and form, or the number of feathers." ”

"Is it hard?" It's not that Su Mu is narcissistic, not only can he communicate with Mo Qianhe between gods, but also have a connection between them that others don't have.

"Every magpie bird has to come alive, and I'm not just in one form." ............ Su Mu and Mo Qianhe sat down cross-legged.

The bright stars around them were circling them. The souls of the two flew out and came to the galaxy at the same time.

All of a sudden. There seemed to be an extremely strong gravity in the galaxy, which actually suppressed their spirits.

"Well, do you think it's easy now?" Gao Zhongli said: "The Untitled Sword Sutra has very strict requirements for divine souls, and my strength is only the most preliminary test for you. "That's when the test comes in.

Su Mu and Mo Qianhe soon found out. The two want to be completely synchronized, and it is really difficult. Because they want to condense the delicate magpie birds above the galaxy, they need to condense the scattered spirits into extremely delicate, like threads that are more delicate than a hair.

Only in this way can the magpie's morphological feathers be delicate enough. But if they disperse, they can't withstand the pull from the galaxy, and the soul falls directly into the galaxy.

"Your spirits need to be intertwined," Gao Zhongli reminded as he seemed to be unable to stand it.

Hear this. Su Mu and Mo Qianhe were both stunned. The spirit is powerful, but it is also fragile. No one will send their own soul into the other's soul.

Because it only takes a simple thought to incur serious injury. Let alone. The entanglement of the soul is not much different from the intimate contact on the body, and it is a deep communication that really touches the soul directly.

Su Mu and Mo Qianhe also understood why the other party would say that there needs to be enough trust between the two. But this is no longer enough trust, this is completely giving yourself to the other party.

However, Mo Qianyu believed in Su Mu. Of course, Su Mu also believed in Mo Qianhe. The two of them were just shocked by the way.

When the two souls touched each other. Mo Qianhe suddenly felt that when she touched Su Mu's divine soul, it seemed that a warm current had entered her divine soul, and it was not as sharp as the Taisu Immortal Sword at all, which made her a little surprised, maybe it was because of the Taiyin True Fire?

Su Mu had a feeling of electric shock, it was obviously not the first time he had touched Mo Qianhe, like Mo Qianhe's hand, he had grabbed it several times, how could he suddenly have such a feeling.

Mo Qianhe's soul was obviously intimidated with a terrifying sharpness, just like every time she took out her sword, the sword was always the sharpest.

The spirits of the two soon became intertwined. When twisted into a rope, the power of the galaxy below weakened tens of thousands of times in an instant.

And Gao Zhongli, who saw this scene, was also extremely surprised. When Tang Liulang told him about the threshold of practicing the Untitled Sword Sutra, he felt that it should be difficult to find a second pair in this world besides them.

At this moment. He knew he was wrong. It was only the first time that Su Mo and the two of them had fused their souls, and the level they had reached was almost comparable to Tang Liulang and Feng Jiuniang.

He was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment. And Su Mu, who had already twisted into a rope, began to condense the magpie bird at the end of the rope, and Mo Qianhe was the same.

When their spirits are completely blended, the thoughts in each other's hearts seem to become their own. Where the next stroke falls, where the next feather comes from.

At some level, there is no need for communication.