Each monk has a token of his own sect, which is a pass for them to enter and leave the places where they practice.

The little piano boy who was delicate and beautiful, but his face was dyed yellow and black by the yellow sand, looked at the violinist: "They want to see your identification, do you have it?" ”

"Once upon a time." The bearded luthier said, "But when it came out, it was taken back." ”

That's the same as nothing.

The little piano boy let out an "ah". If they don't have a certificate, they won't be able to get in, so what should they do?

"That's it."

He heard the voice of his master floating above his head, and then he took the piano that he had carried all the way to the donkey.

Then, the right hand, which was not unclean or imperfect from the nail to the back of the hand, waved over the piano.

The sound of the blue piano was like a wave, swinging open from the city gate, and instantly overflowing the entire city.

In the underground blood pool, Su Jianzun, who was quietly guarding in front of the heavy light veil, opened his eyes, and the red-clothed palace beauty disappeared from the inn, and appeared on the city wall in the next second, with light veils flying between her arms.

The pianist in the green shirt held the piano with one hand and raised his head, his eyes met her, as if he was stabbed by the scorching sun above his head, and he was in a trance.

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The author has something to say:

This article will be 8.22 into V, after V is basically a day, not more will ask for leave, thank you.

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Of course, I said earlier that I wanted to change every day, but it didn't arrive, and I will continue to make up for it.

For example, this chapter is 8.3.

Chapter 18

"Open the gates."

Ying Qiushui commanded.

Although the monks at the head of the city did not know who the violin master below was, they knew who this red-clad and gorgeous palace beauty was. In the castle of Aoba Mountain, under the sword venerable, Her words are a holy decree that cannot be disobeyed.

A master and a servant outside the city heard a dull sound from the gates, and slowly opened them before them.

Seeing that the beauty in the city was gone, the luthier put the piano back into the child's arms and said, "Enter the city." ”

When they entered the city, the luthier rode on a donkey, and the boy held the harp, and walked towards the city one after the other.

There was relatively little damage to the buildings near the city gate, but the fatigue of the busy people here, the exhaustion in their eyes, and the numb pain still rushed towards the two of them as if they were substantive.

The sound of donkeys' hooves walking on the bluestone slab seemed to be the only lively sound here, and it couldn't attract their attention.

It is only when they pass by this master and servant that the younger children glance at them.

The boy was more cautious when he held the piano than when he walked in the desert, because the yellow sand did not wear the tail of the piano as the stone, so he walked more slowly.

He glanced at his master on the donkey's back, and the man didn't care about the speed of his footsteps, his eyes seemed to be looking ahead, but they didn't seem to be looking anywhere.

Su Qingyun sent a message asking him to come to Qingye Mountain City, and only mentioned the matter of the Blood River to him, but did not say that Ying Qiushui was also there.

When she cut off her robe and cut off her righteousness, she said that she would never see her again until she died, but now she came to meet her at the head of the city.

Although he didn't say a word, he had broken this vow that he would never see each other again in this life.

It seems that something must have happened in the city, involving someone for whom she was willing to break her vows, and she would come.

Thinking of this, the man frowned, and turned over from the donkey, and the little qin boy thought that he was going to walk in the city, so he hurriedly freed up one hand to take the donkey's rope.

But before he could touch the rope, his master picked him up and put him on the donkey's back.

The boy didn't know why: "Master? ”

Along the way, his master never let him ride, and always rode his donkey himself, letting him follow behind with the piano in his arms.

The violinist personally took the donkey's rope, reached out and patted it gently on the donkey's neck, and then smiled at the boy and said, "Go faster this way." ”

After saying this, he led the old and thin donkey, and the donkey carried the child and the piano on his back, and walked towards the temple in the city.

Although the heavy snow piled up in the city has melted, there is still the sword intent of the sword everywhere, and the pianist in the green shirt stepped out at will on the bluestone slab, as if playing the sound of heaven and earth.

The tone of the aura resonance turned into a soft spring breeze, blowing all over the long streets and alleys, high walls and low houses, and cornices and corners of the city, dissolving the remaining sword intent and making the aura here more harmonious.

Outside the temple, Ying Qiushui watched his figure come from the end of the long street, looking at his silent means of moisturizing things, and sure enough, he almost became the sect master of Yaochi, went to the Divine Palace and came back, replacing the Divine Palace to tour the world.

Without the boy's short hands and feet, the speed of their march was indeed faster, and in a blink of an eye they came to the temple gate from the end of the long street.

Looking at the palace beauty who came to pick him up but didn't speak, the man in the green shirt stopped and looked at her seriously for a moment before asking, "How have you been doing all these years?" ”

"Not bad." The beauty who is as cold as a knife is indifferent. The "not bad" she said was probably because the people she didn't want to see in the past years had not appeared in front of her, so that she could forget some things she didn't want to remember.

Her peach-blossom-shaped but knife-like eyes looked at the person in front of her behind her long, thick eyelashes, and then said, "You've become unrecognizable." ”

In the past, he was in Yaochi, and he was the young master, and the name of the piano idiot was resounded all over the world.

Even the proudest princess of the Xuanyuan Dynasty was willing to make her proudest piano sound wrong in order to fight him "without a kite".

He has to go in and out of the unique fairy bird Qingluan in the south to pull the car, surrounded by the front and back, at least twenty attendants, even if he goes to the Wanbao Qianzhen Building to participate in an auction, the cloud boots will never step on the ground, and the red carpet will be spread from the side of the car to the box.

But now, looking at the person in front of him who is the same as other frustrated pianists in the world, Ying Qiushui feels that he is afraid that the princess will regret playing the wrong note back then.

After listening to the old man's evaluation of himself, Xie Wuzheng smiled as if he didn't care at all.

The little boy behind him was not used to riding a donkey, and was twisting around on the donkey's back with the qin, attracting Ying Qiushui's attention.

For some reason, she frowned and said, "Such a young child, how can you let him hold the piano?" ”

After saying this, she recognized the piano that Xiao Tong was holding in his arms.

Like this pair of masters and servants, the dusty Fu Xiqin is really very different from the Yaochi treasure in her impression.

At that time, the person in front of him was the young master of Yaochi, and the Qin was all over the world, and the successor to Qinzun was a certainty, this treasure was normal in his hands, but then he left the sect, and Yaochi was willing to let him take the Qin away?

Following her gaze, Xie Wuzheng looked back at his little qin boy, and said in a tone that was not annoyed: "He refuses to let others hug him." ”

The little qin boy had a round face and round eyes, and he was still writhing, but when he saw that the master and the red-clothed palace beauty were looking at him, he couldn't help but be a little shy, and hugged the qin in his arms tighter.

Ying Qiushui looked at him, and found a subtle similarity with Xie Wuzheng in his expression, and could see that he had the qualifications to repair the qin, but it was difficult to say whether this was a man's disciple or a son.

If it's the latter, so much the better.

She stretched her eyebrows and said to the person she hadn't seen for many years and had planned to never see again: "He's down there, go down." ”

To enter the temple, the donkey naturally could not be led in, the child finally got off the donkey that he was not used to sitting on, watched a white-clothed maid lead the donkey down, and then followed the master into the temple with the qin.

Jian Zun sat in the blood pool, but the people who came to him did not go directly to the blood pool, but went to the main hall first.

In the main hall, the Qing-shirted pianist stood in front of the statue of the god monarch, looking at the god monarch who had changed his face.

Just as no one has ever seen the Divine Monarch, and no one has ever seen the innocent and cruel face that emerges from the statue of the Divine Monarch.

Xie Wuzheng stared at this face for a moment before turning around and saying to the palace beauties who were waiting for him, "Let's go." ”

They walked along the passage to the blood pool below, and Ying Qiushui asked, "You have been to the Divine Palace, and you have not seen the Divine Monarch?" ”

The sound of footsteps echoed in the passage, and the man in the green shirt said gently: "No, there are no more records of the Divine Monarch in the Divine Palace than in the human world, and the only portrait is his back." ”

So they set up a statue of the god, they can carve his figure, imagine his clothes, but when they come to the face, they can't carve the facial features on that face.

He paused, and then said, "But no matter who that face is, it is a blatant provocation that comes up from below." ”

The "underneath" he speaks of is naturally not a pool of dried blood, but a colder, darker world underneath.

As he spoke, he finally came to the hall below, where Su Jianzun, who was sitting quietly in front of the blood pool, had white hair like snow, and his face looked more than ten years younger than his old friend in a green shirt.

Looking at the old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, Jian Xin was as mellow as Jian Zun, and he was also slightly stunned, and also asked: "How did it become like this?" ”

Xie Wuzheng waved his hand at him, indicating that it was not worth mentioning, and then walked around the underground hall and checked it out.

Ying Qiushui stood beside Su Jianzun, watched the man lift his hem, stepped into the pool of blood that had dried up, went to the center to check the closed passage, and then left from the fluctuating blue light of Ruoshui Sword and returned to the two of them.

"There's a demonic aura."

Xie Wuzheng lowered his eyes to look at the people on the ground.

The person sitting on the ground seemed not surprised by this result, and replied, "There are also in the secret realm." ”

Before Xie Wuzheng came, Su Jianzun didn't tell others that he would leave for Qingye Mountain City in such a hurry, not only because the life cards of the seven major divisions were broken, but also because someone sent the heads of the three major divisions to the top of Kunlun.

"The skull incision of the three major priests leaves behind a light but pure demonic aura, and the people who killed them have no intention of hiding it at all."

Seeing these three heads, the current rulers of Kunlun probably knew what was going on in the secret realm.

After all, it was his only disciple who encountered a life-and-death battle in it, and it was related to the owners of these three heads, so he attracted the prison Shura.

He looked at Xie Wuzheng who had come over and said to him, "Demon Cultivators have nothing to do with this matter, at least this time they are not on our opposite side." ”

And since the prison Shura is here, then the cold night in the North Hall will naturally be fine, and now the difference is the missing Ying Zheng Xin.

Hearing this name, Xie Wuzheng subconsciously looked at Ying Qiushui and asked her, "Is it the son of Canghai?" ”

"Not bad."

The palace beauty said without moving.

Xie Wuzheng immediately understood why she was here.

He returned his gaze to the center of the blood pool: "I did detect the ghost qi when I checked it just now, but the passage was not completely opened.

"The Blood River Blood River Great Array is more refined than when he was used in the southern realm, but his strength is not enough to completely open this 'eye', not to mention that he was interrupted by your disciple only halfway through his momentum."

As he spoke, he sat on the ground in front of Su Jianzun, and then stretched out his hand to the side, and the little boy who had been holding the qin handed Fu Xiqin to him.

Qin Xiu, who looked at Luo Tuo with a sloppy appearance, but his eyes were incomparably bright, put this heaven-level magic weapon on his lap, Su Jianzun looked at him, and suddenly quipped: "Don't burn incense and bathe before playing the piano?" ”

Xie Wuzheng snorted: "How can it be so troublesome? ”

Then the slender ten fingers stroked the strings, and the sound of the piano flowed from under his fingertips.

Compared with the string of the piano he played outside the city gate before, this song was like a cry, endless, resounding from the Yin and Yang overturning eyes, and descending like silk along the channel that was not fully opened, communicating with the netherworld.

The two people with the highest cultivation in the north plus the ignorant child, listened to him play this song twice from beginning to end, and then pressed his slender ten fingers on the strings to close the momentum.

He used the sound of the piano to explore the whereabouts of Ying Qiushui's heart in the netherworld, Ying Qiushui was the most nervous, and when he saw him stop at this moment, he couldn't help but ask, "How?" ”