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Yurou said in a flute voice: "Big brother, 'this' is the soul of sound?"

Xiao Che said in a deep voice: "Yes, as long as you have a flute in your heart, even if you don't have it in your hand, you can still have a rhythm." ”

Rain soft mantis tapped.

Her eyes were closed, and her soft jade hand like spring bamboo shoots caressed the flute, and the flute sound came out slowly, tactfully and long.

Gradually, the softness of the flute sound turned into a majestic momentum, like the Nine Heavens True Dragon stirring the sky, the flute continued, and a momentum of swallowing heaven and earth swept out. The sharp edge surrounds Yurou's body, and the notes flicker, with the momentum of stormy waves, majestic.

Yurou's flute sound seemed to have a kind of magic, pulling out all the people who were immersed in the fantasy, Rao is Xiao Che also stopped his hand and looked at Yurou with a smile.

Everyone's faces suddenly became bloodless, and they looked at Yurou in horror.

Who is this little girl?

Why is the music so profound?

Under the influence of the flute, everyone couldn't help but close their eyes, and then frames of images appeared in their minds.

The sky was overcast, the waves were like madmen crashing against the sheer cliffs, the dome roared, and the earthquake trembled.

Between the black clouds, a real dragon with a dark body as black as lacquer swallowed the clouds and spit out mist, and the dragon's groans were endless, and the dragon was like an emperor above the heavens.

Then, on the edge of the cliff as steep as a knife, a figure appeared.

A figure as stable as a mountain and as straight as a bamboo.

As soon as he appeared, a light suddenly shot out of the chaotic and gloomy sky, and gradually, the black clouds dispersed and the tide calmed down.

The black dragon roared and soared,

finally left in a roar full of unwillingness.

Then, the flute sound of Yusoft becomes softer, and the original majestic picture suddenly disappears, replaced by a melodious and tactful melody, tender like water.

A little girl ran towards the burly figure that was as straight as a bamboo.

- This is Yurou's depiction of her father in the most subtle part of her heart.

In every girl's heart, the most majestic is always the figure of the father.

In the thirteen years without a father, perhaps only this flute accompanied Yurou.

Xiao Che rubbed Yurou's head dotingly, tossed her hair, and said secretly: "Silly girl, it's really stupid." ”

The previous turbid prince walked with square steps, and said with a smile: "Little sister, what have you understood?"

Xiao Che's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his face was disgusting.

Yu Rou ignored it, stared at Xiao Che with clear eyes, and winked playfully and said, "Big brother, they always misunderstand you, is it necessary for you to clarify?"

Xiao Che smiled and pinched her nephrite-like little face.

Yurou smiled, then shook her head and said, "Actually, the big brother is right, although the big brother doesn't care, but I don't like others to misunderstand you." ”

Xiao Che smiled: "Stay obediently." ”

After saying that, he turned around with his sleeves, and his soft gaze suddenly became as terrifying as the Nine Shadows of Purgatory, and the dark pupils were bottomless.

The eyes of the turbid prince were full of ridicule, and he said coldly: "What are you going to do?"

Xiao Che sighed and shook his head, "I really don't understand how an idiot like you survived until now?"

The son of the turbid world stared at Xiao Che with a vicious gaze: "Are you really afraid of you?"

Xiao Che said: "No, it's me who is afraid of you, and I am afraid to die." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Che had already swung out his fist like thunder, pulling out a wisp of blue and white at will.

The son of the turbid world has already entered the spirit realm, and his reaction is naturally not weak, his eyes flashed, he turned over and swept out, and while dodging, he didn't know when a long sword appeared in his hand, and he turned over and cut out an impenetrable sword curtain.

Xiao Che's folding fan flashed out in his palm, and he hit the sword curtain, and after a flash, the tip of the folding fan had already touched the throat of the turbid son, and a drop of blood quietly poured out.

And at this moment, Xiao Che's hand suddenly stopped.

If the rock-solid hand moved forward for half a minute, the person standing in front of him at this moment would have to stop breathing forever.

The son of the turbid world instantly sweated like rain, his face turned blue and pale, his throat rattled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Rao ......"

Xiao Che couldn't bear it, and he couldn't see others looking so embarrassed, so he sighed lightly and said, "Don't talk in the future, live like that longer." ”

The folding fan flashed, and Xiao Che's figure also disappeared ghostly, and at the same time, an ethereal voice came out: "And you." ”

As he spoke, the folding fan in Xiao Che's hand was already shooting towards the man in slave clothes.

In an instant, two beads of blood like vermilion agate splattered out.

The two of them could no longer speak.

Xiao Che put away the folding fan in his hand, couldn't bear to look at the two, and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, but at least you can live this life safely, people who talk too much will have many disasters." ”

He spoke very sincerely, very seriously, and there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in his voice that everyone would talk less.

This is a good saying.

But a lot of people don't understand.

Xiao Che doesn't like to kill people, and he has never killed anyone, because he always feels that everyone has the right to live, whether they are good or bad.

But bad guys tend to deprive good guys of their right to live.

Xiao Che knows this very well, but if a bad guy stands in front of Xiao Che, he still can't do it.

After all, that's a life.

If the bad guys understand this, then there are no bad guys.

Xiao Che turned to leave, but the moment he turned around, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the two of them whose throats were rattling.

The eyes of the two were full of resentment.

But the two of them never thought that behind the resentment in their eyes, there was more resentment, and that was the gaze of the person who died in their hands.

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Wu Qingyao walked towards this direction and stopped not far from Xiao Che.

Xiao Che's peripheral vision saw her, but ignored it.

Wu Qingyao's heroic spirit disappeared without a trace, and he said with guilt: "I only understand now that you are right." ”

Xiao Che glanced at her: "And then?"

Wu Qingyao said seriously: "I blame you, I'm sorry." ”

Xiao Che said again: "And then?"

Wu Qingyao said directly: "Can you teach me?"

Xiao Che smiled indifferently: "Although I don't know what instrument you are good at, but at least I understand that all musical instruments are alive, and the rhythm is even more alive.

His voice became colder, and he continued, "If you can understand the rhythm, I will die." ”

A red cloud appeared on Wu Qingyao's face, like a child making a mistake, and nodded apologetically at Xiao Che: "Yes... Not great. ”

Then turn around and leave.

She knows her mistakes, corrects her mistakes, and admits her mistakes, but she seems to never be able to avoid making mistakes, especially in the face of other people's doubts and reminders in martial arts.

Maybe her life was a wrong life.

Maybe she was born a fool in terms of martial arts.

But she still had to persevere.

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Suddenly, the space is turbulent.

The heavens and the earth suddenly took on a strange color.

The towering stone walls like mountains and mountains are lined up at this moment.

There are a total of eleven stone walls.

There is a word on each stone wall.

Xiao Che read it again: "Sad and flowing, writing a few eternal meanings." ”

It is the third line of the previous poem.

The stone wall was formed, and the vast and rich rhythmic artistic conception swept out, and the crowd couldn't help but take a few steps back, and said in shock: "What a terrible idea." ”

Xiao Che blocked Yurou behind him and reminded, "Be careful. ”

He stared at the eleven stone walls one after another, frowned slightly, and muttered: "This idea seems to contain a vicissitudes of life, eternal meaning?"

Sad and flowing, writing a few eternal meanings.

Suddenly, I heard a male voice in the vicissitudes of life in the stone wall: "Under the will of the ages, the ancient characters are outlined, and those who are not with great perseverance cannot set foot on it." ”

When the words fell, the crowd stirred into a stir: "The will of the ages on this stone wall is already overwhelmed just by looking at it from afar, let alone outlining ancient characters under its coercion?"

"What's even more terrifying is that if you are not careful, I am afraid that the whole person will be crushed by the will of the ages. ”

“......”

Different from what everyone noticed, Xiao Che was actually recalling the voice just now, and he always felt that the voice was very familiar.

Xiao Che didn't know that it was actually the voice of the Book Saint.

And Bai Xuanxiao is also placed here by the book saint.

Thirty years ago, when the book saint traveled the world, he accidentally found this white Xuan flute, and from it he realized a peerless secret about the Xuanluo Dynasty, in order to keep this secret from being lost or flooded, the book saint put it in the Yinlu Mountain, and at the same time set up a rule, the Yinlu Mountain is open once a year, whether everyone can get the Bai Xuan Xiao, it all depends on the will of heaven.

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