With a "bang", Wu Qixia sat on the ground with her buttocks, this fall made her dizzy, the distance of one zhang high was nothing for an immortal cultivator, but the way she landed was too uncomfortable.

When Wu Qixia's convex and backward body was "sandwiched" between the two ravines and could not go up and down, she felt unprecedented helplessness and fear. The hands tried hard to prop up so that they could breathe a little easier, but the hands were useless in the face of the boulder, and as soon as he inhaled, the body fell down a point, becoming more and more uncomfortable.

At this time, Song Pingcun decisively tied the rope to the big rock on the side and flew straight down. When Wu Qixia was "sandwiched" between the two ravines and couldn't go up and down, Song Pingcun tied the rope to a big rock on the side, flew straight down, and saw that he was going to step on the top of Wu Qixia's head, separated her legs, and stepped on her shoulders with both feet, and the force of the fall directly squeezed Wu Qixia down.

"Adult......" Wu Qixia landed in exclamation, the clothes on her chest were torn by the rocks, fortunately, the elasticity was good, but she was also squeezed to tears, and she didn't care about the spring leakage, and kept rubbing to relieve the pain.

Song Pingcun was at the moment when she landed, and she landed beside her, and said lightly: "Isn't this going down!" ”

The pain in Wu Qixia's eyes was very similar to that of her chest and buttocks, which made her stare at Song Pingcun fiercely but did not dare to refute.

Song Pingcun ignored Wu Qixia's resentment, looked around, and found that the bottom of this ditch did not seem to have any special place, the size was just about three zhang, like a room that had been carved out.

The only difference is that although the sky and the sun are obscured from above, this place is not dim, but there is a faint light emitting from the surrounding stone walls, making the bottom of this ditch not so dim.

The shape of the shining light resembles a chime, neatly arranged on a stone wall, from large to small, a total of forty, up and down four rows. Perhaps it is very old, if you don't look closely, you will only think that it is a rock protrusion, and the soil layer on the surface of several of them half a person high has been peeled away, revealing the material that is not gold or silver.

"This is what you call a rhythmic mechanism?"

"Hmm" Wu Qixia was checking whether she was scratched at this time, raised her head and agreed. The man in front of her is really ruthless, and if it is cut, it will be more difficult for her to accept than disfigurement.

"Get up, peel off all these layers of dirt." Song Pingcun said coldly, and then retreated to the other side.

Wu Qixia stood up helplessly, pulling left and right to cover the broken clothes, fortunately, it was from the bottom up, it was only the broken clothes in the southern hemisphere, if it wasn't from the bottom up, it was okay. Enduring the pain, with tears in his eyes, he took out his dagger and began to peel off the dirt covering the chimes one by one.

From the top of the ravine, a ray of sunlight gradually shone down along the ravine. As the light slowly moved, it took about half a day or so for the raised chime shape to finally emerge from the shadows. On the middle of the top row, there are four elegant ancient characters carefully carved - "high mountains and flowing water". These four words seem to carry the painstaking efforts and expectations of the ancients, quietly telling the story of thousands of years.

Behind the chime, there is an extension of the same material, and it is unknown where it extends to the left and right. In the sunlight of the moment, it looks more like a fine relief than just a musical instrument.

Song Pingcun stepped forward slowly, stretched out his hand, and gently struck the chime. But unexpectedly, no sound was made.

"My lord, this chime needs to be urged with a specific breath to make a sound." Wu Qixia stood aside and cautiously reminded. She knew Song Pingcun's character very well, and was worried that he would let herself try to strike the chime in various ways.

Song Pingcun did not respond to her reminder, but asked directly: "Do you know the specific rhythm or tone that this chime represents?" ”

Wu Qixia shook her head gently, "We don't know. ”

"So," Song Pingcun's gaze deepened, "how did you decide that this is a relic worth exploring?" ”

In the face of Song Pingcun's inquiry, Wu Qixia didn't dare to hide anything, she explained in detail: "All this is because of an ancient book record in the Yancheng Immortal Sect. This ancient book is not the main book of the sect, but only a miscellaneous book. It describes the area and the characteristics of the chime, but due to the change in the topography of the mountains, we also discovered this place by chance. The elders of the sect were very interested in this, so they sent us to investigate. But to be honest, we're not quite sure the exact value here. ”

Speaking of this, Wu Qixia's voice gradually deepened, she had ended the lives of many senior brothers with her own hands for this uncertain monument, and the guilt in her heart made her feel heavy.

Just as she was immersed in her thoughts, Song Pingcun's voice sounded calmly: "Stand back." ”

Wu Qixia immediately took a few steps back in compliance. I saw Song Pingcun take a deep breath, and a specific sound wave came out of his mouth, and these sound waves rushed towards the chime relief engraved with four words one by one. Amazingly, the chime relief actually reverberates like a real chime.

"It's kind of interesting." Song Pingcun smiled slightly, but tried it superficially, and the audio emitted by those four words made him feel very familiar. This is thanks to Wen Hui's deep knowledge of the rhythm, otherwise he might not have been able to recognize the deep meaning of this melody.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the melody formed by the sound waves of the four words echoed in his mind. This is exactly the same as the melody in the lone book of "Mountains and Flowing Water" that Wen Hui once played. This piece has been lost in the Chenming Continent for a long time, and even Wen Hui can only play most of it, and there are still two syllables that she has never been able to compose completely.

Song Pingcun carefully recalled the piece, then took a deep breath and once again made an accurate whistle, this time touching the chime relief more forcefully and accurately.

As his sound wave transmitted, the light flickered throughout the ditch, and the ground seemed to shake with a low echo. The voice echoed in the small space, as if it wanted to break through the gap and reach farther away. However, when Song Pingcun played the last two sections, the whistle suddenly stopped, and everything returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

"It seems that it does take a full tune to turn on." Song Pingcun sighed in his heart, feeling a little regretful that he could not complete the last two pieces of blowing. He thought to himself that if Wen Hui was here, maybe she could be inspired by this scene and complete the two missing syllables.

"My lord, why did you stop?" Wu Qixia looked at him with some puzzlement.

"The last two paragraphs, I don't." Song Pingcun glanced back at her and said lightly.

Wu Qixia was so excited at this time that she forgot how dangerous the man in front of her was, and she blurted out: "Then you can try to continue the score!" ”

Song Pingcun glared at her coldly, "You can try it." ”

Wu Qixia realized her gaffe at this time, if she had the ability to continue the score, she would have tried it a long time ago. She lowered her head and quickly took two steps back, not daring to say anything more.

Song Pingcun frowned, staring at the quietly glowing chime reliefs, and thought hard about countermeasures in his heart. He knew that if he could not play "Mountains and Flowing Water" in its entirety, this mysterious relic might not be fully opened, and the secrets hidden within would not be known.

Although he is not good at music, Song Pingcun has no intention of giving up. As soon as he shook his hand, an expressionless woman suddenly appeared in front of Wu Qixia, startling her.

Just in the blink of an eye, the woman's eyes looked at Song Pingcun smartly, bowed down and said, "Master." ”

Song Pingcun took out an iron flute from his arms, handed it to Qin Se, and motioned for her to use this iron flute to play "Mountains and Flowing Water". Qin Se took the iron flute, put his hand to his mouth, and began to play this ancient tune.

Song Pingcun sat cross-legged on the side and listened quietly. The sound waves didn't rush towards the chimes, and there was no change in the space.

Qin Se played over and over again missing two sections of "Alpine Flowing Water", Song Pingcun listened to it over and over again, the more he listened to the loneliness, the more he went up, every time the water flowed above the mountain, but at the foot of the mountain it was a pool, but he didn't know where to go.

A faint sense of loss unconsciously began to spread in Song Pingcun's heart.