Ten years have passed, things are not people, He Yinuo's grandmother died quietly in the third year of his return due to old age and illness.

And before he died, he handed over a letter that was placed in swaddling clothes to He Yinuo, and the tone of the person in the letter was his own father.

The letter reads:

"My son He Yinuo personally enlightened, because of his father's impulse, under coercion, he stole the stone of the past life, and took your mother to open the door of the realm and fled into the realm of the dead, but he didn't want to be calculated by others, but caused a realm war in the name of his father, causing a monstrous disaster.

Later, he knew that it would be difficult to atone for his sins, so he knelt down with your mother and became an afterlife to obtain salvation.

And at the time of death, I sealed my son and my sister Xueman in a thousand-year-old ice film and hid them in the Pavilion of Phantom Rain, and after 800 years, my friend will unseal the two of you. The long road is long, the way of heaven is endless, and I hope that my son will do it. ”

After He Yinuo read it back then, he once thought that his grandmother had said that he was entrusted to her care by Elder Duan Muri, so in this case, is Duan Muri my friend in the mouth of his father?

In addition, in the past ten years, He Yinuo's cultivation has been close to the peak of the spirit refining realm in the slow improvement, but in the changes in this cultivation, he faintly found that his body seemed to be undergoing some changes in the underworld.

From the moment he entered the blood pool, He Yinuo found that there seemed to be a sinister evil qi in his body, and later in the Xuangui Cave Mansion, the evil qi in his body seemed to be activated by the illusory turtle dragon, and it began to be active in his body.

After that, every time he gets angry, the evil qi in his body seems to be excited and wanders all over his body, slowly devouring his reason and cultivation at the same time, it also seems to be slowly growing, if it is not for the suppression of the phantom moon and the true qi in the body over the years, I am afraid that it will grow faster.

At night, there was a beautiful flute sound by the small river in the riverside village, but there was a deep sadness in this flute sound, and the evening breeze was slow, bleak and sad.

He Yinuo followed the sound of the flute and came to Uncle Zhao's side, he didn't bother, but took out the bamboo flute that had been with him for many years, and played this song [Dream Rain] with Uncle Zhao. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon and stars are scarce, a dream rain, and a hangover. I just don't know how she's doing in another time and space?

"Hahaha, I can't imagine that I haven't seen it for more than 300 years, and the famous jade flute will become so sad and sentimental, it's really embarrassing. And at this moment, a long laugh suddenly came from mid-air, and the sound gradually fell ten feet away from the two of them.

The melancholy on Uncle Zhao's face immediately dissipated, turning into a rare seriousness, he looked at the direction where the voice came from, and said loudly, "You and I haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, what's the matter?

The person who came gradually appeared in the darkness, dressed as a scholar, with light steps, but a pair of eyes stared at Uncle Zhao tightly.

He Yinuo found that his cultivation was in the early stage of Xuanshi, and it seemed to have stayed for a long time.

"Hmph, I can't imagine that you were hiding in this remote village back then, but looking at your current appearance, you are really self-defeating. When the visitor looked at Uncle Zhao, there seemed to be a faint flash of light, and there was a deep mockery in his words.

Uncle Zhao looked at him, as if he was not willing to give up, and said lightly, "Sima Xianling, I can't imagine that you haven't given up for so many years, presumably, you are also trying your best to find me." ”

Sima Xianling snorted coldly, her words gradually became sharper, and she said coldly, "What if I tell you that I am here to kill you?" ”

He Yinuo gradually heard some clues next to the two of them, and interjected, "This senior, I don't know what disputes you had with Uncle Zhao in the past, but now that Uncle Zhao is far away from the red dust and the world, why are you so obsessed?"

Sima Xianling didn't seem to expect He Yinuo to say such a thing, so he slowly took a few steps forward and said with a little disdain, "Boy, you don't have the right to speak here, and you are not qualified enough." ”

"A hundred years of Dao, ten thousand years of crossing, Sima Xianling, you don't have to underestimate a young and frivolous heart. Uncle Zhao let out a long sigh, handed the jade flute in his hand to He Yinuo, and said deeply, "Let him see if you are not qualified, or, he is not qualified!"

He Yinuo took the jade flute and sat on the ground.

Sima Yanling's face changed slightly, and her eyes stared at the jade flute, "Okay, I want to see what you are capable of." After speaking, he also conjured up a jade flute and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The sound of the flute slowly came from the two of them, but this time it was not a melodious and tactful flute sound, but extremely sharp and breathtaking, as if a strong force penetrated into the body from both ears.

The strength of the sound of the flute does not lie in the level of its own Taoism, but in the subtle opportunities contained in it.

Whether the timbre of the flute is pure or not is superior, and the state of mind of the person who plays the flute is superior, and if it can gallop beyond the nine heavens with the sound of the flute, it is the best.

With the performance of the two, the river beside them seemed to change from the bottom to the top, the water surface trembled violently, and the huge water droplets were splashed out of a hundred zhang high, and the small forest around the two seemed to be cut by a knife in the sound of the flute, and from time to time there was a huge 'click' sound, as if it was cut off by force, and it was a mess.

He Yinuo's heart was agitated at this moment, as if the true qi in his body had also become irritated in the sound of the flute in his ears, impacting all directions in his body.

At this moment he tried his best to calm his mind, for there seemed to be a faint sign of instability in the sound of the flute coming from ahead.

About an hour had passed, the river had reached the air, as if it had bottomed out, and the surrounding trees were all broken, and the battle between the two had reached a fever pitch.

The invisible Dao Law fluctuations actually tore the surrounding ground slowly, one by one, as if they were cracks in a wound, shocking.

In the sound of the flute, He Yinuo seemed to see the unknown past.

"Poof!" The sound of the flute stopped, and Sima Xianling vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the flute in his hand also fell to the ground.

He covered his chest with his hands and looked at He Yinuo in disbelief, then turned his head to look at Uncle Zhao, coughed twice, and after a while, he let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Haha, haha, I can't think of it, I can't think of it, it seems that I, Sima Yanling, will not be able to surpass you in my life." ”

He Yinuo stopped the sound of the flute, and the river fell instantly, he couldn't see it, but he could understand the deep sadness on the other party's body.

Uncle Zhao looked at Sima Yanling, his eyes showed a hint of complexity, and he said with emotion, "You and I were known as the two masters of the jade flute back then, but you were so obsessed with the fusion of the Tao in the flute that you were so confused that you couldn't extricate yourself, I don't know if you have understood it in the past few hundred years?"

Sima Xianling raised his head and looked at the night sky, the moon and stars were scarce, but none of them could illuminate his heart.

He said vigorously, "Jade Xiao Erjie, a long time ago, I have been delusional for hundreds of years, I am unwilling to be under you, I am waiting for the day when I can take the jade flute from your hands, but I didn't think of ,,,"

Uncle Zhao stood up, the clothes on his body fluttered in the wind, and the next moment, the power of cultivation on his body slowly increased, and his momentum became stronger and stronger, from the first layer, two layers, and three layers of the foundation of illusion to ,,,the spirit of inducing, refining, and crossing the spirit, and then breaking through the spirit realm and entering the Xuan realm, until he stayed at the peak of the Xuan Shi realm.

ps: The title of the song [Dream Rain], Xia Yixuan mentioned it when she first met