Liu Yufeng, who was sitting on the spit, was as pale as ever, and even had a hint of stiffness. No matter how you look at it, there is no life at all.

Blooming in Liuyufeng's body, the three magic flowers that go straight to Liuyufeng's internal organs are still magnificent. The intertwined Zi Qi and the Black Qi did not give in to each other, and the battle was fierce, as if they would never be able to tell the winner.

The luck of the entire Luoyang City, which was controlled by the woman, poured in from all directions of the Tianshan Mountain, and continued to pour into Liuyufeng's body. Let the sea of clouds under the cliff surge like waves, and let the endless heaven and earth blow from time to time.

At this moment, it was not a long time since the beginning of the sword to go to the Heavenly Mountain, but the originally sunny world was now pitch black.

At the beginning of the sword that followed the woman along a staircase of hundreds of steps and slowly walked towards the Tuna platform, she felt that something was wrong when she came out of the Spring Dream Tower.

At the beginning of the sword, he thought that the consciousness he had lost when he entered the Spring Dream Tower had caused the time to pass too long, but now it must have been night, but when the sword looked up at the sky, he found that the black clouds in the sky were rolling, showing a strange scene that a demon was about to come to the world.

In that place where the black clouds were dense, from time to time there was a light floating like lightning. And where the black clouds are slightly thin, each has a golden ray of sunlight casting from the clouds.

There were a few beams of golden light, still following the surging black clouds. Looking at it from afar, it seems that an unknown god will hide above the nine heavens and examine the world with the eyes of heaven.

At the beginning of the sword, he counted carefully, and there were thirteen beams of golden light. He had determined that it was not nightfall, and that it was more like a vision from heaven and a reversal of yin and yang.

The graceful woman who walked in front was as calm and calm as ever, strolling leisurely. It seems that all the changes between this reckless world have nothing to do with her.

It seems that he has expected it for a long time, not only is he not surprised, but he is also quite interested with a hint of appreciation.

While shaking the fan in the wind, slowly going up, while feeling it, chanting a song "Candle Shadow Shakes Red":

The old land returns,

Last year, the warbler willow came early in spring.

Cangluo water clear waves,

The flowers fall and the fragrance is swept away.

Leave a few places unknowingly;

Poor is、This middle-aged young。

Who has mercy on the couple,

You can only fall in love, not grow old together.

After chanting, the woman still raised her head and smiled: "Enlighten the Fa and enter the Tao?" Oh, what a boring way to live a life, it is better to learn those words and dances to make ink, and accompany the wind and moon for a long time. ”

At the beginning of the sword, he had no intention of listening to the woman's words, but faintly heard a few loud noises coming from the southeast. Then several rays of light poured out from the middle of the mountains to the southeast.

Jian Zhi stopped and looked, with a look of surprise, and subconsciously asked, "Landlord, what's going on?"

The woman did not answer, nor did she even look at her. Just shook the feather fan and walked off the stage.

When the sword first saw that the woman didn't answer, he didn't ask too much. Trying to see the huge movement in the southeast direction clearly, the woman had already gone far away, and the sword who wanted to know the condition of Liu Yufeng had to put away his eyes and quickly catch up.

In the hexagonal pavilion in front of the Tuna platform, the "Luqi" guqin is still there.

This "Luqi" guqin that falls in the elegant pavilion has a wonderful timbre, which can be called the first of all the pianos, and it is unique in ancient times.

According to legend, Sima Xiangru of the Han Dynasty received this piano from King Liang with a piece of "Ruyu Fu", and Sima Xiangru recognized that this piano was extraordinary, such as a treasure. Later, Zhuo Wangsun was a guest in the name of appreciating the qin, and Sima Xiangru used this piano to draw out a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", which led to the eternal story of Zhuo Wenjun running at night.

Thousands of years, but in the blink of an eye. Now this qin is owned by the graceful woman on the Tiao Tian Mountain.

A jade leg faintly emerged under the skirt with the lotus step. The graceful woman stepped into the pavilion and slowly sat down in front of the stage.

Ten fingers pressed on the strings, and said with a smile: "Playing the piano and making music is also better." ”

The piano trembles lightly, and the absolute note stands up.

Hurry and slow. Such as a silver bottle broken, like a pearl falling on a jade plate.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be startled by the sound of the piano, and they scattered from the top of the mountain in an instant. There is a great tendency to see the blue sky in the clouds and mist.

The breathtaking sound of the piano sounded from the woman's slender jade fingers, and resounded for dozens of miles with an invisible energy. It was directly transmitted to the ears of Xiao Se'er standing on the opposite bank of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty's tomb.

The little perverted girl's heart jumped suddenly, she looked up in the direction of Tiaotian Mountain, and exclaimed: "Mother-"

The six-clawed black dragon, which was less than half a foot away from the white horse drunk, had opened its bloody mouth behind the white horse drunk, and it seemed that he wanted to bite the white horse drunk and swallow it into his stomach.

The white horse wants to dodge, wants to escape, wants to fight back, but she doesn't have the ability, the only thing she can do is to prostrate on the ground before she dies and take a last look at the fallen white horse.

This white horse from the state of Namze.

Only the white horse drunk knows that this white horse has only recognized her one owner.

Only the white horse drunk knows what it is like to ride on the back of this white horse.

Only the white horse drunk knows how many years this white horse has been with him, how many miles he has walked, and how many unknown things he has said to it.

"Ma'er, do you know that I would like to take you to gallop 30,000 miles, and I won't leave any of the Hu captives I killed?"

"Ma'er, do you know that I don't want to guard the customs like my brother, I want to go out like the champion Hou. I don't want the city to be dressed like snow, I just want to break through the lack of Helan Mountain!"

"Ma'er, do you also want to go to the Hu Courtyard for a walk, do you also want them to see the majesty of our Han family's children?"

"Ma'er, do you know that these words of mine can't be heard? If people hear them, it will be a chaos in the country, a scourge to the people, and a disaster of death?"

"Ma'er, can you understand me? I can only say these things to you..."

The horse was already out of breath, already prostrate on the ground, and had closed its eyes little by little.

Those high-spirited ambitions, once unheard, have now collapsed in an instant.

This man and horse from Bingzhou did not die on the battlefield, did not die outside the Yanmen Pass, but died on the riverside of the tomb of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

Even the remnants of the imperial aura of the royal tomb can't be blessed.

But just when the six-clawed black dragon's blood basin bit the white horse drunk, the sound of the piano from the Tiaotian Mountain made this scene change incredibly.

When the little pervert heard the sound of the piano, she realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked at Tiao Tianshan and exclaimed.

When the six-clawed black dragon heard the sound of the piano, it slid the huge dragon body back, withdrew its mouth, and extinguished the furious light in the dragon's eyes. turned around and flew towards Tiao Tian Mountain, not even caring about the little pervert.

When Bai Ma heard the sound of the piano, he suddenly straightened his body, and a magical power poured into the sea of qi continuously.

The power is immense. It was so huge that it not only stopped the bleeding and recovered the injuries for the white horse, but also made the white horse's drunken power explode in an instant.

It seems that someone with a master passed on hundreds of years of skill to Bai Ma Zui, who made Bai Ma drunk only feel that his muscles and bones were out of place, and then twisted and began to recover.

The whole body was about to explode.

The white horse gritted his teeth drunk, and the green tendons on his neck bulged. I had to turn my neck to the sky and use a long howl as a vent.

The little perverted girl watched the black dragon fly away from a distance, and then watched the white horse drunken and neighing in the sky, as if she was going to fight the sky for life and death, and she couldn't help but retreat under her feet.

Shocked: "Mother, you want your daughter to die in her hands..."

The little perverted woman retreated in panic, and her vest bumped into something. A familiar voice came into the ears of the little perverted girl from behind her, and said in a decent manner: "Don't move, I'm moving Lao Tzu to kill you and him..."

Before the word "mother" came out of Su Rus's mouth, the little perverted girl had already shouted: "Get out!"

With a backhand palm, she directly slapped the strange Su who pointed at her vest with a bamboo sword, and fled to Tiaotian Mountain as if she was desperate.

The white horse was drunk and his whole body was hot, and his whole body slowly flew up in the air with his thoughts, and his true qi burst out like flames.

With a right palm, he took out the silver spear again, and shouted wildly: "Demon girl, I want your life!"

Today, it was the second time that Su Rushi, who had flown out several feet before falling to the ground, clutched his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. Seeing that Bai Ma was drunk and didn't even look at him, he chased directly after the little pervert, gritted his teeth and scolded: "You're not a fucking good guy, and what are you talking about Baima in Bingzhou? Lao Tzu is dying, you still want her life, why didn't you bite you to death just now..."

Su Ru spit out the remaining blood in his mouth, staggered up from the ground, picked up the bamboo sword that he was proud of, and walked back.

He knows that the world is hot and cold, and people's hearts are sinister. If you want to survive, you have to rely on yourself, waiting for someone else to save your life for no reason, that's like a joke.

At least, he hadn't met it today.

Su Ru is riding a horse to the foot of Tiaotian Mountain, while scolding: "The surname is Liu, you fucking look at how much Lao Tzu has suffered for you, and when you wake up, see how you repay Lao Tzu." ”

Half an hour later, Su Ru returned to the foot of Tiaotian Mountain. He wanted to ignore the thirty-seven twenty-one and go directly up the mountain, but his eyes were attracted by the books that the little perverted girl had sold at the beginning of the sword, and he couldn't help but stop.

"What kind of broken book, you actually got it here to sell it?"

He muttered, turned over and jumped off the horse.

"The biography of Princess Fanghua, the Divine Void Son, the Secret History of the Sword Immortal..."Su Ruye's gaze swept along the book cover, and he first picked up a book about his idol - "The Secret History of the Sword Immortal".

Flipping it open, Su Ru immediately had the same reaction as at the beginning of the sword. The difference is that after the panic, Su Rushi did not let the book fall to the ground, but let the staring eyes shine.

Quickly turned back, page by page, and the heart of the person who looked at it was pounding. But the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mouth couldn't help but sigh: "Good book, good book, really fucking good book." ”

kicked "The Secret History of Sword and Immortal" into his arms, picked up the first copy of "The Biography of Princess Fanghua of Shenxuzi", opened it, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and sighed: "This is also a good book." ”

Since it's a good book, you have to take it back and study it. Without saying a word, he kicked into his arms again.

Su Ru kicked one in his arms every time he read one. After four or five books, Su Ru couldn't kick it in his arms, so he directly lifted the sack containing the silver ticket on the horse's back and packed all the books into the bag.

After finishing the installation, Su Ru wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this time I came to Tianshan, but it was not in vain." ”