Su Mai shook his head, today's situation, everyone is angry, looking at the black pressure under his feet, he doesn't know what to do for a while.

As he was struggling, he suddenly heard a child's voice in front of him, and the boy spoke:

"The immortal fate is determined, you can't force it, since this little brother doesn't want to listen to the teachings of the immortal master, it's okay, please take it aside, don't affect others. ”

Hearing this, Su Mai was granted amnesty.

He bowed his hand to the boy, ran out with a puff of smoke, and sat down at a distance under an ancient locust tree by the river, to see what was going on.

And at this moment, the boy was directing everyone to bow down and welcome the arrival of the immortal master.

As for the immortal, I have heard the occasional mention of the heavenly follower over the years, and then entered the Iron Sword Gate and became a monk, so I naturally admired the avenue of cultivating immortals.

It's just that the path to immortality is difficult to reach, and there are a few people in this great Shenzhou who can really become immortals, and I listen to the old Taoist who has learned from the teacher, those who cultivate the immortal path have their own place, far away from the world, and will not show up easily.

Now this boy is so pompous, not like a cultivator who rushes to the humble and tranquil style, I am afraid that it should be a sect that sells its reputation and deceives the foolish people.

But if this is the case, why didn't the boy dispose of him to show his immortal majesty, but let him sit on the sidelines?

After thinking for a moment, he thought about it again, maybe in his eyes, a wandering and ignorant layman like Su Mai was no different from an ant, and it was not worth caring about or even taking a second look.

Thinking of this, Su Mai suddenly felt a little heartache, and thought, if it weren't for my physique that was not suitable for cultivation, I should also be practicing the shore of Liuxian Lake now, if I am lucky enough, I may be able to fly with my sword.

But even if you can resist the sword, then He Shiyuan is not defeated in my hands, thinking of this, it seems that there are a few more reliefs.

With his back to the ancient acacia, he looked up and forward.

I don't know when, the boy has come to the stone pavilion, still holding the qin in his arms, it seems to be extremely cherished, and he will not leave for a moment.

I saw him look around for a week, and then Lang Lang shouted: "The auspicious time has come, please invite the immortal master to drive!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd boiled over in the middle of the moment, shouting and pleading together, and even the sound of chanting the Buddha could be faintly heard.

When Su Mai heard this, he didn't realize that this worldly fool, in order to be protected by the immortals, seemed to be a family of immortals.

In the cultivation of the Tao, people have been entangled in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism for thousands of years, but what is the difference when they come to the earthly world?

Here Su Mai was bored, and the front suddenly quieted down, and the boy was looking at the air with a reverent face, and the Yaoqin in his hand was already missing at the moment.

After a while, a strange sound of the piano floated from the void, at the beginning of the jingle crisp, like a hundred birds chirping, after a moment suddenly like a torrential wind and rain, pouring in, straight like a mountain flowing water, continuous, everyone can hear the sound of the piano, like Mu Ganlin, like intoxicated.

Su Mai didn't know much about the rhythm, but felt that the sound of the piano was in his ears, like a song, although it floated from a distance, but it sounded like he was playing in front of him, and every note was clearly audible.

What's even more amazing is that the sound of the piano comes with the wind, as if there is a lingering magic that makes the listener want to stop.

Although Su Mai's cultivation foundation is limited, among the many beings in front of him, he can be regarded as a cultivator, and he is still drunk when he hears it, let alone the villagers who are kneeling and worshipping in the ferry.

I saw that the front was dark and gloomy, prostrate on the ground, like hearing fairy music.

The boy also looked solemn at the moment, looking at the scene in front of him, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

After about half a moment, the song ended, and everyone woke up like a dream.

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and everyone raised their heads to look at the sky.

Seeing this, Su Mai raised his eyes and saw that in the middle of the air, there was a young man in a white robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his expression was calm, his eyes were empty, and he looked like an ant to the villagers who were kneeling at his feet. took the guqin that the boy was holding in his hand, but at this moment it was hanging straight in front of him.

Dressed in white and playing a piano, not moving like a mountain, his sleeve robe dances with the wind hunting, this man stands quietly in the air, and he does have a bit of fairy bearing.

Su Mai looked at it and saw that the man was standing in the sky, indifferent and elegant.

The only thing that was special was that the hem of his robe seemed to be a little ill-fitting, covering the entire trouser leg, and the wind blew, making it look empty and weird.

Su Mai has studied the Tao for three years, although he has not made much progress in his practice, but he has heard and seen over the years, and his experience is not as good as when he was young.

At the beginning in Cuiyun Mountain, it was already shocking to see Lu Yunxi's sword coming and going, and then there was the old monk who walked in the air without borrowing external force, coming and going freely, and he was already regarded as the top person in the Shenzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Now three years have passed, and I have not seen any shocking characters in the patriarch's hall.

Seeing this man today, without the help of magic weapons such as fairy swords, he stood quietly in mid-air, very calmly, could it be that his cultivation was higher than that monk?

While he was thinking, the boy's voice came to his ears again:

"Today you have a fate, the immortal long distance through this place, to the fairy music to educate Er, etc., the right person to hear, is to leave the immortal to lead the tune, only for the purpose of guiding the way, followed by the real wonderful music fairy sound, please cherish yourself, a song of fairy sound, can be half a world of practice, to the world, can also eliminate disasters and solve doubts, lost persuasion to return. ”

As soon as the words were finished, there was another commotion among the crowd, and then I saw the boy wave his little hand and suppress the commotion.

After a while, there was no movement of the man in mid-air, and a slow piano sound suddenly sounded in Su Mai's ears.

The man was still standing with his hands in his hands, and the long piano was quietly lying in front of him, as if it were not playing.

Is it not playing and singing, or is it some kind of wonderful exercise to control the strings with true energy?

Su Mai was confused, with his current cultivation, he definitely couldn't see what the reason was.

I only feel that the sound of this piano is better than 10 million before, the sound is not big, but it is like a thread, slowly flowing into the ears, sometimes like a gentle wind and drizzle, the spring breeze blows on the face, sometimes if the flood bell is a big Lu, deafening, the movement and stillness are combined, such as mountains and valleys, reflecting each other, and making the listener fascinated.

In less than a moment, Su Mai suddenly felt that the sound of the piano seemed to be only for him, and the sound of the piano came suddenly, fluctuating, like playing the rivers and lakes with the sky and children when he was young.

As the sound of the piano grows, the climax suddenly rises, the sound turns alarmingly, and there is a faint intention to kill in a burst of strings.

Su Mai unconsciously remembered the mysterious man in black on the Cuiyun Ancient Road, who came suddenly, and left suddenly, and then ran away with his son's book the next day, and went for three years, and there was no news again.

With the ups and downs of the piano sound, the ups and downs, Su Mai seems to recall the experience of these years.

recalled that he escaped from the ancestral hall, and then died nine times in his life, and the dry heart Taoist was unpredictable, and he couldn't help but feel bitter, his expression was very painful, and the tears were not clear.

Just when he was listening intently and couldn't help himself, suddenly a loud roar came, like thunder in the nine heavens, and the ground suddenly rose.

Su Mai drank like a stick, and woke up in an instant.

He shook his head and raised his eyes to see that all the people at the ferry were as drunk and sleepy, and even worse, for some reason, they were crying with their heads in their arms, which was very miserable.

The man in white was the same as before, with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at everything under his feet, as if he had disdain.

The only difference at this moment is that in the small pavilion where the boy is located, there is a young woman dressed in goose yellow clothes, with an elegant face and a dusty temperament, and it looks like the situation is only two decades. Suddenly appeared in this drowsy and drunken ferry, like a gust of wind, pulling everyone back from their intoxication.

Su Mai looked over and saw that among the stone platforms in the pavilion, there was also a guqin. The shape was a little shorter than that of the man in white, but the appearance was much more clumsy.

It seems that the woman and the man in white are in the same way.

Seeing that some of the people had not yet had time to wake up, the woman in yellow was slightly calm, raised her right hand flatly, and pressed it a few times.

I could only hear a flowing piano sound, which was clearer than the previous man's playing, but a little more affinity.

When Su Mai heard this, he felt a pause, and the sadness caused by the sound of the piano was also swept away.

And the people who were kneeling and worshipping before the ferry finally came back to their senses at this moment, and stood one by one, not knowing why.

Seeing everyone wake up, the yellow woman slowly stood up, looked around, seemed to inadvertently glance at the man in mid-air, and said slowly:

"Folks, what you have heard is a cult and magic sound, not a fairy sound, let alone a disaster to solve doubts, it will only demagogue people's hearts, attract people to demons, you must not listen to it again, and you want to leave as soon as possible to avoid being poisoned. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar ahead.

Most of the people were puzzled, how could such a beautiful fairy music be a cult and magic song, and there were even more excited people who directly began to scold this woman in yellow.

It seems that in their opinion, this woman who came suddenly and interrupted the fairy Chang Miaole is more like a cult demon, and the man in white standing in the sky has an extraordinary bearing, and he must be a fairy.

It is indeed irritating that the once-in-a-lifetime immortal education is disturbed by people for no reason.

For a while, all kinds of voices came, shouts, and insults, all pointing to this mysterious woman.

Su Mai looked at it from a distance, and didn't feel faintly uneasy, although this woman looked elegant and did not look like a hypocrite, but the anger of the people was difficult to offend, under the fanatical worship of these mountain people, it was difficult to resist the public.

Just when Su Mai was secretly worried, he saw that the woman smiled indifferently, and suddenly it was like a spring breeze and rain, which made people's hearts shake, and the voice of scolding suddenly became much smaller.

Gently raising her right hand and brushing a strand of messy hair on her sideburns, she gently opened her lips, and the woman shouted into the air:

"It is really incomprehensible that the prince of the King Kong League, the son of Qin, won the moon, did not practice in the Qingluo Mountain, but went to this wilderness, pretending to be a ghost, and deceiving the ignorant mountain people. ”

When the man in white heard this, his face changed slightly, and his cold gaze swept over the woman, and then said:

"Where is the demon girl, in this demon words to confuse the public, the deity crosses the world with the piano, educates the customs, how can you be slandered. ”

As soon as these words came out, the righteousness was awe-inspiring, and when the villagers heard it, they shouted again.

The woman in yellow ignored it, but smiled casually: "If you win the moon and transform the world, I'm afraid that there will be no good people in this world. ”

The man in white's face changed again, and he was silent for a moment, as if he had admitted his identity, and then said:

"What did you follow all the way from Bluestone City to here?"

When the woman heard this, she smiled and said:

"Qin Gongzi is famous for his piano, the world knows, the little woman is also good, it is rare for Your Excellency to leave the mountain and enter the world, for a while, I want to see one or two. Standing against the wind, it is inevitable to be tired, I have heard for a long time that the King Kong League has nine turns of the ice wheel and the world's strange treasures, why not take it out and open our eyes."

When Ying Yue heard this, she knew that she had been recognized, and as soon as she put her right hand away, she saw a green light flash under her feet, and from time to time, there was an emerald green disc in her hand.

Then the figure flashed, and the man was already on the ground, standing calmly beside the depressed boy.