"Ask the sky. Su Qin was full of joy and sorrow, and gently stroked Ximentian's face, and suddenly a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and his face suddenly turned a little pale.

It turned out that in the battle of the capital, she suffered a lot of internal injuries in a battle with Zhang Tianshi, the protector of the country.

Zhang Tianshi was a powerful person sent by overseas immortal sects, and he blessed two generations of dynasties for more than 1,300 years. A body of cultivation is the ultimate realm, and the five-foot spirit travels in the world and is for the immortals.

"Damn, I clearly only have the cultivation of Vientiane, and I haven't violated any agreements at all. Su Qin remembered the palm he had with Zhang Tianshi that day, and couldn't help but be very annoyed.

The Eight Desolation Realms clearly stipulate that those who are cultivators of heaven and above are not allowed to participate in mortal affairs, and disciples of the Immortal Demon Sect should try not to interfere with the operation of mortal things.

If this is not the case, a large number of mid- and high-level immortal cultivators will flood into the mortal realm to compete for resources. I am afraid that the speed of the change of dynasties will reach a very alarming level. At that time, the society will be in turmoil, and the people will not be able to make a living.

Therefore, in order to maintain the longevity of the dynasty, you can only do this.

However, Zhang Tianshi was nominally the Heavenly Master of the Tang Dynasty and did not actually participate in the rule of the Tang Dynasty. If the Tang Dynasty is in turmoil, or is overthrown by the mortal realm, he will also choose to stand by and watch. It's like Ximen Tian, who took the southern barbarians to the north, and Zhang Tianshi didn't even look at it. Even if the country changes hands, it is a big deal to become the heavenly master of a new dynasty.

But if someone from the Immortal Cultivation Realm intervenes, Zhang Tianshi will kill him mercilessly.

Let's put that aside.

"It turns out that this is Dao Xuan. Ximentian looked at the little starlight emanating from his hands, and felt that what he had was not power, but a kind of understanding, a perception of the Tao.

Before Dao Xuan, in the process of practicing qi, he mainly tempered his body, dividing his strength according to the strength of his body, although he also cultivated spiritual power, but it was only used to open up his own meridians and build a foundation.

And after arriving at Daoxuan, he naturally realized a trace of the true meaning of heaven and earth, understood the true intention of immortal cultivators, and began a new way of dividing strength, that is, art.

Shrinking the ground into inches, painting the ground as a prison, flying into the sky, turning stones into gold, killing people invisibly, everything is the real beginning.

"When will I go back?" Ximen Tian sat bored in the space tunnel, looking up at the stars in different spaces, and he felt that this picture seemed to be eternal and unchanging.

"It would be great if we could be like these stars, eternal between heaven and earth, eternal and unchanging. Unlike mortals, no matter how interesting it is for decades, it will never escape the passing of time. Ximen Tian sat cross-legged for a while, wanting to cultivate, but found that there was no aura at all in the space, and stayed for a while, and finally only felt bored, so he simply lay in the golden dragon phantom and fell asleep.

There are many undercurrents in the space, if it weren't for the help of the dragon veins, where would Ximen Tian be so calm to cross the void?

"Oops. Ximen Tian only felt that his body was empty, and he fell straight down.

"It's heavy. The feeling of lightness disappeared suddenly, followed by a feeling like a thousand pounds, and bursts of discomfort came from Ximentian's body.

"How do I feel like I'm trapped in a narrow cage?" Ximen Tian tried to break free from this cage, but found that everything was in vain.

"Damn, what am I going to do. Ximentian felt that he was being compressed smaller and smaller, and finally locked up in a small space.

"Ahh

I don't know how long it took, Ximentian gradually adapted to the surrounding environment, and his heart settled down inexplicably. Every place here, though dark, gave him an infinite sense of familiarity, as if the space was him.

That's right, this is Ximen Tian's sea of knowledge.

"Yes, you can actually cultivate here. Ximen Tian sat cross-legged in the small space, his five hearts to the sky, absorbing the aura between heaven and earth, and before he knew it, he had entered a state of cultivation, and his soul began to enter a state of dormancy, ignoring the affairs of the outside world.

"Engrave the heart between each eyebrow, and think about the ...... among the flowers" The beautiful singing accompanied by the sound of the piano came far away, and it came far into Ximentian's ears.

"Who sang this song? Who played the piano?" Ximen Tian opened his eyes and looked around with some curiosity, forgetting to cultivate for a while.

"Stained with ink, thousands of texts are yellowed......" is the piano song "Bead Curtain" that circulates in the fairy world.

Ximen Tianduan sat in the space of knowing the sea, held his breath, and began to pay attention to the sound of the piano and the song. Gradually, he became fascinated, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into the sound of the piano.

What kind of feeling is this? Ximentian was deeply immersed in the melody of the piano music.

If you complain, you will cry like a complaint. The strings, touches, buttons, plucks, and picks of the nine-stringed piano express this emotion to the extreme.

Ximen Tian seemed to be in a courtyard in a trance.

A beautiful woman who was enough to make all the men admire was sitting alone on the bluestone steps in the courtyard. She was holding a thin book in her hand, reading it carefully, and poetic sentences came out of her mouth.

"Girl, where is this? Ximen Tian asked tentatively, but suddenly felt very annoying, so he obediently stopped his mouth.

The beautiful woman didn't look up, just stared blankly at the book in her hand. Ten fingers are delicate, gently caressing the paper page.

She seemed to be waiting for his husband, waiting for her husband who had not returned for a long time.

Gradually, some white hair appeared on the woman's black green silk, and her face became even more haggard.

Simon couldn't bear to disturb her, and somehow, he knew that she was waiting for her husband, who had not returned from the war.

The woman suddenly raised her head, a trace of wrinkles already appeared on her forehead, as if she didn't see Ximentian, looking left and right, as if she heard something. She hurriedly climbed the small building and looked into the distance.

Ximen Tian followed her gaze and only saw a bright moon in the sky. The moon rabbit and the laurel tree show their reflection above the bright moon. Under the moonlight, everything seems so quiet and harmonious, and... Sad.

"Girl, don't wait any longer, your husband won't come back. Ximen Tian couldn't help but remind, and his heart was full of waves. For some reason, there was sadness in his heart.

The woman didn't answer him, her eyes revealing longing, tears glistening.

"The night moon is bright, and I am embarrassed at this time. ”

Valley of Flowers, Wonderland of Flowers.

Ximen Tian slowly opened his eyes, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Ximen Tian sat up with his head covered, looking at the flowers and plants around him, he felt like he had come to a fairyland for a moment, everything seemed so fantastic and ethereal.

"Drizzle falls into the early spring morning ......"

The song of the warbler and the melancholy sound of the piano were intertwined, and they sounded in Ximentian's ears.

The flowers and plants around seemed to be able to understand the sound of the piano, fluttering in the wind.

Ximen Tian got up from the ground, glanced at everything around him, and couldn't help but sigh faintly.

The sound of the piano, where does it come from?