Zhang Ziyu got down from the dormitory apartment and saw that his car and the co-pilot's door were still open, it should be that when Ling Shijian chased him out, he didn't even close the car door, and chased him directly.

He walked over, closed the co-pilot's door casually, went around to the driver's seat and sat down, started the car, flicked his tail, drove the car out of the community, and went straight to the north of the city.

The time has passed twelve o'clock in the morning, on the streets of Qingping County, it is difficult to see vehicles coming and going, on the empty street, Zhang Ziyu directly pulled the speed of the car to eighty or ninety yards, and went to the north of the city at a gallop.

If a night owl hears his movements, he will have to curse secretly, "It's another bombing of the street, something will happen sooner or later."

In fact, at this speed, it is difficult for Zhang Ziyu to have an accident now.

As the time to enter the self-cultivation realm became longer, the warming effect of mana on the body gradually appeared, and now Zhang Ziyu's physical fitness has long been different from before, strength, speed, reflexes, etc., are no longer at the level of mortals.

And as his physical fitness became stronger, the speed of eighty or ninety yards was also within his control. At this speed, he can already react immediately.

From the south of the city to the north of the city, under normal circumstances, it takes about ten minutes to drive, but this time Zhang Ziyu only took more than five minutes.

Qingping, a small county town on the 18th line, when night fell, people fell asleep, and the whole city also fell asleep.

There were no people on the streets, no cars, only the dim street lights and the sound of one's own car speeding through the empty street. Zhang Ziyu looked into the distance from the windshield, the night was shrouded, and in the darkness, the mountain peaks on the edge of the city were quietly creeping on the ground.

When the street lamp poles disappeared behind him, and the dim lights also disappeared behind him, I don't know why, looking at the peaks outside the city, Zhang Ziyu felt like tombs out of thin air.

So the silent city is not like sleeping, but dead.

The front is out of the city, the high-rise Daxia is gone, and the moment the last lamp pole on the side of the road disappears behind him, Zhang Ziyu heard the sound of the piano in the wilderness.

The sound of the piano or the sound of the guzheng, with Zhang Ziyu's musical attainments, is obviously indistinguishable.

He could barely hear that there was a flute in the sound of the piano. The piano is a string music, and the flute is a wind instrument, and the sound is very different.

Under this night, among the mountains, the sound of the piano is in the ears, the sound of the flute should be harmonious, and the flute should be harmonious.

Zhang Ziyu doesn't understand music, he just feels, he can hear that the piano and flute are really well coordinated, the piano is a woman, the flute is a man, in the late autumn, the cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, the shower is at the beginning of the break, a man and a woman, parting by the river.

This is an expression of autumn thoughts and parting.

He parked the car in the emergency lane on the side of the road, got out of the car, locked the car, stood in the dark, and listened to the foot of the mountain, and soon determined that the sound of the flute was coming from the bottom of the mountain.

Lighting the flashlight of his mobile phone, he took a look at the side of the road, there was a slope on the side, and on the slope was the yellow and decaying weeds and shrubs in late autumn, he pressed the railing with one hand, held the mobile phone in the other, and turned over and went downhill.

After walking in the darkness for about ten minutes, the road ahead suddenly became smooth.

It's not a specially built stone road or anything like that, it's just that there are no weeds, shrubs, thorns, or gravel, but a muddy ground that has been flattened.

There are also rut marks on the ground, perhaps pressed by excavators or mud trucks.

He stood in the mud and looked forward, there was an abandoned building with two or three floors in front of him, the first and second floors were poured concrete, the third floor had just been pierced with steel bars, the empty steel bars were like silver needles pierced on people, and there were pillars standing everywhere, and on the right hand side, there was a tall tower crane that had not been demolished.

If he heard it correctly, the sound of the piano and flute ensemble was coming from the abandoned building.

"...... of abandoned construction sites in the north of the city"

This is definitely it.

Zhang Ziyu walked over, found a pillar, put away his mobile phone, climbed up with his hands and feet, and went to the third floor in embarrassment.

It was still dark everywhere, and there was only one round of the last quarter moon in the sky that had been gnawed a large bite, and it could not give any light to the earth.

Fortunately, he had walked such a long way in the night, and his eyes had somewhat adapted to the darkness, and he could see something, and his eyes would not be blackened.

Carefully fiddling with the steel bar and walking forward, after walking more than twenty steps, Zhang Ziyu stood still.

He looked up, on the opposite side of a three or four meters high column, stood a man in white standing with his hands in his hands, the night wind blew, his clothes fluttered, the whole person was graceful, like an immortal.

Zhang Ziyu stared at this man, and had a hunch in his heart that this was Lan Tingxuan's, he hugged his fists and saluted, and asked loudly, "What do you call Daoyou?" ”

The man in white seemed to know that Zhang Ziyu had arrived, and looked down with a detached smile on his face.

His voice was extremely magnetic, and he replied: "In Xia Lan Tingxuan, Shaowu Pavilion, and Nangong Qing, Your Excellency is Zhang Ziyu and Zhang Daoyou?" ”

"Exactly." Zhang Ziyu nodded politely, but asked out loud, "Your Excellency went to great lengths to bring me here, what is the so-called matter?" ”

Nangong Qing smiled and said, "I have heard that Zhang Daoyou is quick and knowledgeable, and there is a very classic philosophical speculation question below, and I want to ask Daoyou." ”

"Please."

"Said that five children were playing on the road when suddenly a carriage was frightened and rushed towards them uncontrollably. To save these five children, the carriage had to be knocked out of the way. But there was also a child in the carriage. Nangong Qing asked, "Save one child, or save five children?"

"If the child in the car is Zhang Daoyou's child, what choice will you make?"

Zhang Ziyu said: "Human life is greater than the sky, one life is as important as five lives, and I have no right to decide their life and death." I should find a way to ask the people who are guilty of frightening the horses. ”

"Hahaha......" Nangong Qing heard this, looking up to the sky and laughing, "Human life is greater than the sky!" Is this the reason why you directly killed more than 100 people in the Li family? To kill one person is to kill, and to kill a hundred people is also to kill; It is a heinous sin to kill one person, and it is a heinous sin to kill a hundred.

"Funny, so funny! Zhang Daoyou is really a devil! ”

He smiled, "...... then"

He gestured to the left, "Those are the five little ones." If I torture her to death and paint on her white soul, I will enter the realm of clarity. ”

Zhang Ziyu looked over, and on that pillar, there was a girl sitting cross-legged, with a gentle temperament and glasses, but it was Wen Lan.

He gestured to the right, "That's the little boy in the carriage." Shushan Sect people, Ziyun Sword Immortal closed disciples, we really don't dare to touch her. But if she herself has a bad heart and is in a broken mood, she will stop at seeing her state of mind, but she will not do our business. ”

Zhang Ziyu looked over, and on that pillar, there was a girl sitting cross-legged, with a flamboyant temperament and a high ponytail, but it was Lingshi Sword.

Nangong Qing smiled and asked, "Daoyou, who do you choose?" ”

Zhang Ziyu looked to the left, then to the right, but did not speak.

"Of course you can ask me about my sin." Nangong Qing said, "As long as you can." ”

The black clouds in the sky are rolling, there is a round of crescent moon ups and downs, in the dark, under the mountain peaks, the sound of the piano flute is long, Nangong Qing is dressed in white, standing on the pillar, Zhang Ziyu is embarrassed, standing in the steel jungle.

"The Spirit Poetry Sword has fallen into an illusion, and there is a possibility that the Dao Heart will be shattered at any time." Nangong Qingdao, "Wenlan is in a deep nightmare, and it is possible to die at will."

"Fellow Daoist, hurry up!"