The mountain in the mouth of the pretty purple clothes refers to the mountain opposite Yan Ruyu.

The mountain on the opposite side can't be named, it's not high, it's not famous, it's mediocre. The only thing that made the opposite mountain look a little impressive was the mist that rose at the dawn of the day.

There was nothing strange about someone on the mountain, but what made it strange to Pretty Purple was that she didn't see the people on the mountain, but heard a faint sound coming from the mountain.

The pretty purple clothes listened carefully for a while, and found that the sound was actually stroked by the qin.

The fairy in purple and red robe stood behind. Silently looked at the son who stood motionless by the pavilion for a while, and saw that the son, who was much taller than himself, did not hear the movement on the mountain, and expected that the childe's mood must have been depressed because of all kinds of unhappiness.

The pretty purple clothes know that the son likes to listen to the piano, likes to enter famous mountains, visit famous people, and likes to make friends with chivalrous people; this person who can play the piano on the mountain at dawn must have an elegant temperament, even if he is not a master, he will not be an ordinary person. In line with the idea of letting the son soothe his mood, the pretty purple clothes reminded him later.

As soon as the pretty purple clothes's words fell, Yan Ruyu's chaotic mood suddenly ended. A faint sound of the piano passed through the misty mist and entered Yan Ruyu's ears.

Yan Ruyu froze and listened carefully. Only then did I realize that the sound of the piano was as unnameable as the mountain opposite.

The stroking of the qin on the mountain is not a well-known ancient song. It's a piece of music he composed himself.

Yan Ruyu, who heard this, found that the reason why the sound of the qin was so faint was not because it was too far away to make it difficult to hear clearly, but because the rhythm of the music made by the person who stroked the qin was originally so intermittent and disconnected.

Yan Ruyu's eyes that emerged from under the fierce mask couldn't help but lift her eyes and look at the mountain that sat above the morning mist.

Almost at the same time, the faint sound of the piano suddenly became louder, and the melody and rhythm remained unchanged at all. Not only Yan Ruyu could hear it very clearly, but even the pretty purple-clothed and red-robed magic queens who didn't understand the rhythm of music could be heard clearly.

Yan Ruyu's eyes were low, and the light was like a black gem.

He found that the reason why the sound of the piano sounded so faint was not only because the rhythm was gentle and peaceful, but also because the strocher only wanted the sound to float so far.

The violin stroker on the mountain is not only proficient in the piano, proficient in the rhythm, but also has complete control over the sound of the piano.

Yan Ruyu, whose heart was full of surprise, moved at the root of her ears. A slight noise came to his ears one after another.

Yan Ruyu first looked at the river in front of her.

The mist on the surface of the river was gray and spread like a gray rainbow in the north-south direction, but when the sound of the piano became louder, the slowly swirling mist gradually increased the speed of floating, and the calm surface of the river hidden under the mist rippled in circles.

Yan Ruyu turned her head sideways to look at the spring flowers and wild grasses outside the pavilion.

The spring flowers and green grass meandered along the river for miles, submerged in the mist, and at this moment all of them swaggered with the change of the sound of the piano. The leaves of the large trees standing on the banks of the river made a sound that can only be found when they are blown by a strong wind.

Yan Ruyu's clothes and hair also fluttered in the sound of the piano.

Yan Ruyu raised his head and said loudly to the top of the mountain opposite: "Under Yan Ruyu, may I ask what the master is called——"

On the top of the mist-shrouded mountain, someone replied: "The people under the mountain are not enough to ask the names and surnames of the people on the mountain, hahahaha..."

The man's voice was magnetic, very nice, and his laughter was very hearty, but the man's words were very unfriendly.

"Then go down, dare to go up the mountain!"

Yan Ruyu was in a good mood, swept into the mist, and went up the mountain to meet the sound of the qin.

The pretty purple clothes looked sideways at the red-robed demon who was injured, with a worried look on her face: "Sister red-robe, you..."

The red-robed demon queen knows that the person who cares the qin on this mountain is not simple, if she follows her son to the mountain, she is afraid that it will make the injury worse, but every time there is a war, she will definitely fight bravely, and she does not want to fall behind this time.

He pressed his left hand on the blood-red hilt and said, "I'm fine." "I followed Yan Ruyu out first.

Yan Ruyu followed a trail and swept more than 30 zhang up the mountain, entering a bamboo forest. The sound of the piano from the top of the mountain became louder and louder, and the staccato rhythm became sonorous.

Someone on the top of the mountain laughed and said, "The mountain has a side of smoke and rain, and I have a song to ask the visitor-"

"But it doesn't hurt to ask. ”

Yan Ruyu also replied loudly.

His figure shuttling through the sound of the piano, like encountering a strong wind, as if encountering an invisible resistance, gradually became difficult, and he had to secretly raise his true qi and resist with a strong cultivation in order to continue to move forward.

The man on the top of the mountain then chanted: "A song of wandering spirits, whether it is life or death without a trace." ”

The sonorous rhythm with the momentum of thunder suddenly changed like a silver bottle, and the sound of the piano in the forest was in Yan Ruyu's sight, and the waves rippled like waves.

On the path on which Yan Ruyu was advancing, the fallen leaves and the mist rolled together. Phantoms visible to the naked eye, wild ghosts gushing out from the depths of the mist.

Holding a knife or holding a sword, baring his teeth and letting out a low hissing sound, he strode towards Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu stopped her figure and smiled indifferently: "What you said is true, it is said that it is a wandering soul, and it is really a wandering soul;

The hands that hung down at will, with a shake from their wrists, five fingers and one finger, seemed to grasp something invisible from the earth, and each arm waved towards the forest on his side, and two extremely powerful qi machines suddenly lifted from the earth, and all the wandering ghost phantoms that strode were waved into the forest.

The path leading to the top of the mountain reappeared in front of Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu's figure flickered, and she quickly swept up.

The people on the top of the mountain smiled and said: "A song makes thousands of armies, like a dream, it is true." ”

As soon as the song fell, the entire mountain forest became a solemn appearance of grass and trees, and the wind was roaring. On the path hidden in the morning mist, the sound of the golden iron horse of the glacier falling asleep was heard.

The shouts and screams are even more earth-shattering.

The pretty purple clothes and the red-robed magic queen who followed behind Yaoyao changed their faces, and they were a little worried about their son. But Gongzi's castration was too fast, and there was a wind-like blockage of the piano sound, so neither of them could catch up.

The deafening sound of the Jin Ge Iron Horse came from far and near, and in the impenetrable morning mist, it seemed that there was a fierce general who had won a hundred battles and led the iron horse to kill from the top of the mountain.

The momentum is like a tiger descending the mountain, and no one can stop it.

Yan Ruyu stopped for the second time, looked at the phantom of the thousand armies that broke out of the morning mist, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it is enough to be like a dream, but if Yan Ruyu wants to go up the mountain, she still has to go to the false and keep the true." ”

Stretched out his right hand back, and shouted softly: "Purple clothes-"

The pretty purple clothes that were still more than sixty zhang away from Yan Ruyu did not respond, only holding the sheath tail of the sword in his hand and handing it forward.

As soon as the sword was handed out, the blade was already unsheathed. Turned into a cold light and disappeared into the thick morning mist.

The thousands of troops descending from the top of the mountain happened to kill in front of Yan Ruyu with murderous energy. Yan Ruyu held the sword in his hand, and dozens of swords flashed out from the left and right, cutting down the thousands of troops condensed into the sound of the qin, including people and horses.

The body was moving, and he pounced like a dragon into the phantom of the thousand armies behind him.

In the flash of cold light, the shadow of Jin Ge's iron horse turned into wisps of clear qi and dissipated with the sword.

The people on the top of the mountain laughed again: "A song that shocks the gods, wading through mountains and rivers without staining dust." ”

Yan Ruyu had just broken through the thousand troops, and a huge heavenly illusion dozens of zhang high appeared at the end of the path.

The god of heaven was angry and round-eyed, his waist was as thick as a barrel, his belly was full of fat, and he carried a huge axe in his hand. With a slow clasp of hands, he struggled to chop down the path up the mountain.

Yan Ruyu stopped for the third time.

Looking up at the majestic and majestic illusion of the Heavenly God, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked in my heart.

The person who strokes the qin on this mountain should be a young man who listens to the sound of his own, but he can conjure up so many magnificent scenes with the sound of the qin with the flick of his fingers, and it is no different from the real thing, but it is not flesh and blood.

The so-called "sprinkling beans into soldiers" can only be described in this way compared to the sound of the person who strokes the qin.

Looking at the giant axe of the illusion of the gods slashing down, Yan Ruyu sighed: "Sure enough, it's a god!"

The first two times, he responded to the words of the people on the mountain out of politeness, but this time he was heartfelt.

The pretty purple-clothed and red-robed demon queen, who were chasing nearly thirty zhang, also saw the god chopped down by the giant axe behind them, and the two of them were shocked and shouted together: "Childe-"

The two of them, who were afraid that something would happen to their son, gritted their teeth and desperately wanted to rush forward, but the ubiquitous sound of the piano hindered the speed of the two, so that the two could only watch the giant axe slash down.

Yan Ruyu didn't want to raise her sword.

This sword move must be used with all his strength.

But Yan Ruyu couldn't help but raise her sword.

He could dodge without raising his sword, but the pretty purple-faced and red-robed demon queen who was rushing up behind him would definitely die under the axe of this god.

Yan Ruyu's heart was certain, and the long sword in his hand instantly soared. A roaring sword fire erupted from the sword.

Yan Ruyu is not a swordsman, and he does not have as many bells and whistles as a swordsman; Yan Ruyu's cultivation lies in his true yuan and his solid foundation.

The reason why she let the pretty purple clothes carry a sword on her body is because among the many weapons, Yan Ruyu feels that the sword is more elegant. Otherwise, he could have used the red-robed Witch's sword, or not a weapon.

Just as Yan Ruyu mentioned her cultivation and was about to raise her sword to greet her, an incredible scene appeared.

The giant axe that the heavenly illusion slashed into the air suddenly stopped.

When he looked at the angry god, a smile appeared on the fat cheeks.

Immediately afterward, the illusion of the gods gradually disappeared from the sky.

Condensed and formed, so that the trees and flowers within a radius of several miles are like the sound of the piano, and return to the rhythm of the ordinary piano sound. The melody also changed from rapid to slow, to light.

The people on the top of the mountain sighed leisurely and said with a smile: "A song is a floating cloud, don't wind and rain and welcome the king." ”

Yan Ruyu held the sword and stood in place. This will be murderous, and the change of wind and clouds will make him a little uneasy.

The two of them stopped behind Yan Ruyu together, and looked at Yan Ruyu in shock: "Childe, you... You..."

"Nothing. ”

Yan Ruyu raised her hand, put the sword into the scabbard in the hand of the pretty purple cloth, and walked towards the top of the mountain, which was only fifty zhang away.

Directly in front of the summit is an ancient pine, surrounded by many natural weeds and wild flowers. There is a stone table in the center.

There was a man in white sitting at the table, Yan Ruyu was just about the age of a crown. The man in white didn't look at Yan Ruyu and the three people who were walking on the top of the mountain, he hung his head slightly and kept plucking the strings under his fingers.

The man in white has handsome eyebrows, no need to make a gesture, and an elegant air has faded. Behind the man in white, there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

The girl was dressed in a strong suit, slim and elegant, with a pair of big watery eyes, looking very eccentric, looking at Yan Ruyu and the three of them, slightly surprised.

He said thoughtfully: "This guy in the mask seems to be much more powerful than you." ”

The elegant man in white remained motionless, only caressing the qin: "Where is he better than me?"

The girl took a step forward, leaned down to the shoulder of the man in white, and whispered: "He has two, but you have only one;