The sound of the flute became more and more rapid at this time, like a waterfall and a torrential rain, and it was like a golden ge, and the iron horse was ringing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The crowd only listened with uncertainty and breathlessness.

Although Shen Yuhong knew that those bewitching magic sounds were made by using the principle of the Five Elements Shengke and then infusing the internal force into the rhythm, the method of cracking it was also based on the principle of the Five Elements Shengke. The five-tone horn signs the palace Shang Yu, which belongs to wood, fire, earth, gold and water, and plays a note of a certain attribute, as long as it protects the meridians and key points of this attribute, and restricts the meridians and acupoints of this attribute, it will not be affected. The reason is simple, but it is difficult to do, not only must you be proficient in the rhythm of music, you must be very proficient in following the meridian and guiding the qi, but also the reaction must be extremely fast, and the slightest doubt will be caused by the magic sound.

The "golden waves chasing the waves" is very effective in confusing the mind, because the feather sound is the majority, which hurts the heart and kidney of the human body the most, so that the evil of the kidney is prosperous and the heart is righteous and empty. "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing" has a saying: The evil guest is in the kidneys, and the dream is in the abyss, and he does not live in the water. People who are deceived by this magic sound are in a state of confusion and are in a state of half-dreaming, and they have hallucinations, thinking that they are in water, and if they do not know water, they are afraid that they will forcibly hold their breath, and eventually "choke" or "drown" in the hallucination. People who understand the nature of water are like Ye Shuying, making funny actions such as diving parades.

But it is precisely because of the majority of its five tones that the feather sound, as long as the internal force is concentrated on the hand Shaoyin vein and the foot Taiyin vein, it can not only protect the heart vein, but also soil and water, and wake up, the confusion of the magic sound is suddenly reduced, although it cannot be completely resisted, but it is no big problem. Therefore, Ye Shuying can learn quickly.

But this time is different, even Shen Yuhong has no good way. Although she could use the same principle to protect herself, her internal strength was far inferior to Liang Qi, even if she could try her best to offset half of the damage caused by his flute, the other half would be enough to seriously hurt her or even kill her.

The best thing to do now is to run, and before Liang Qi makes a killing move, run as far as possible.

Liang Qi's slender fingers beat lightly, and the sound of the flute became more and more passionate and high-pitched.

The people present were all heartbeating, their blood was surging, and they were boiling with the sound of the flute.

Several disciples of the Eastern Corner Sect, who were already weak or injured, were even thumping in their chests, blood spurting out, and they fainted on the spot. Others couldn't help but cover their ears with their hands and make a thousand painful appearances.

Shen Yuhong's forced breathing could not reduce the impact of the flute on his heartbeat, breathing and pulse, and Ye Shuying already felt that his blood veins were about to collapse.

Even Old Man Zheng, Lou Qianqi, and the red-clothed Taoist and other people with deep internal strength can no longer control themselves, and their internal breath is churning with the rhythm of the flute.

Yu Tianyang, a disciple of the Le Immortal Sect, couldn't resist either. Besides, Liang Qi left him just to clean up the portal by the way.

Everyone covered their ears one after another, but covering their ears is undoubtedly ineffective, the fluctuation of internal breath is the resonance with the internal force in the flute, as long as the flute sound continues, Liang Qi's internal force continues, as long as everyone is still alive, there is still a trace of internal breath, even if they are unconscious, they cannot avoid harm.

The sound of the flute seemed to be extremely high-pitched, and suddenly it took a sharp turn, and the sound of the flute was low and gentle, poignant and graceful, like crying and complaining, endlessly.

The inner breath of the people is like a tide surging out, and it subsides in an instant, and it is like a blizzard falling suddenly, and the ice and snow freeze the lake, although it is not as uncomfortable as before, but it is not to think of raising the internal force to resist the sound of the whistle.

After another moment, the sound of the flute became more and more poignant, and the pitch gradually became higher, like an autumn ghost crying on the grave, choking the sky with sorrow.

The death of Shen Yuhong's parents at a young age suddenly came to mind, and the faces of those refugees couldn't linger, although they knew that they were confused by the sound of the qin, they still couldn't help crying.

Ye Shuying lost his mother since he was a child, he didn't know who his biological father was, he wandered the rivers and lakes alone, and later met Shen Yuhong, and he was quite comforted in the misery, but he was used to being lonely, but he was not very sad.

Lou Qianqi remembered that his wife died two years ago, and the pain of his deceased wife was also aroused by the sound of the flute. Although the red-clothed Taoist and the two monks, as well as Chu Sanjiang and Li Shao'an, were in a gloomy mood, they really didn't have any great sorrow, and they could still forbear themselves.

Xiao Jing's eldest disciple and eldest son-in-law had just died, and the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, but it was the same desolate feeling as Lou Qianqi.

Old Man Zheng suddenly laughed at Liang Qi, like a flood bursting the embankment, the huge waves were monstrous, and the laughter resounded through the sky, threatening to tear the gloomy sky and suppress Liang Qi's flute.

He has a frank life, acts brightly and fairly, although his wife is gone, he is considered to be dead, his children and grandchildren are full, and he is happy and happy, and after retiring, he will look down on fame, fortune and power, just for a quiet old age. Therefore, he was almost unmoved by this sad music.

Shen Yuhong heard Lang Lang's laughter, as if he saw the sunlight shining out of the dark clouds. She wiped away her tears, approached Mr. Zheng, sat down cross-legged, put the guqin on her knees, plucked or tuned, hooked or wiped with both hands, and played a cheerful and pleasant rhythm to help Mr. Zheng.

Liang Qi was calm, his fingers exerted force, and the sound of the flute whined, becoming more and more desolate and pathetic.

Old Man Zheng smiled more and more openly, and Shen Yuhong's piano sound became more and more joyful and festive.

Under the impact of this sorrow and joy, everyone's internal breath was shaken and stirred, like waves crashing on the shore, icing jade plates, but it was better than before.

But the sound of the flute suddenly turned low and intermittent, and then it sounded like a gossamer, if there was nothing. It is like an old woman who weeps for the grave and wants to cry to death, so that people will cry when they hear it, and they will be sad when they see it.

Chu Sanjiang, Lou Qianqi and Ye Shuying suddenly jumped out together, and after the three ups and downs, three cold lights were like three lightning bolts, slashing towards Liang Qi.

But there was not a cold light hitting Liang Qi. As soon as he pressed his fingers on the iron flute, three internal forces came out with the sound of the flute. Before the three of them noticed anything unusual, they were each hit by a strong blow to their chests, and suddenly their blood was churning, blood spilled into the corners of their mouths, and they all took a few steps backwards.

Old Man Zheng's laughter gradually became hoarse, and he suddenly staggered back a step, the laughter stopped, and blood spurted out of his mouth. The two fat monks hurriedly held him up and immediately used their skills to heal him.

Shen Yuhong's fingers also suddenly "jumped", and the two strings were broken together, and even a few slight cracks appeared on the waist of the piano. She only felt a strong impact on her chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the guqin. Ye Shuying glanced back at her, heartache.

It turned out that this old man Zheng and Shen Yuhong fought against Liang Qi's flute with laughter and piano sounds, and they were also invisibly competing with him for internal strength, but where were the two of them Liang Qi's opponents?

After Liang Qi hit Lou Qianqi, Chu Sanjiang and Ye Shuying, he quickly beat out the two forces when the flute was about to break, Old Man Zheng and Shen Yuhong were engrossed in only wanting to break through his flute, and they had already reached the end of the strong crossbow, but they didn't expect him to suddenly make a move, and they were both hit hard.

Liang Qi struck a blow, and suddenly put away the iron flute, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, approaching Ye Shuying step by step. Next, it is necessary to carry out the order of the head of the Le Xian Sect and kill Ye and Shen.

No one dares to stop it, and no one has the ability to stop it. Even though Liang Qi had consumed more than half of his strength, he could still easily take the life of anyone present. Because all the people present were seriously injured, it was difficult for them to fight back.

Two cold rays of light suddenly shot out, wanting to block Liang Qi's way. With a flick of his right hand, he caught the hidden weapon.

He was a little angry, and when his eyes fell on the red-clothed Taoist who sent out the secret weapon, Li Shao'an, who was using the judge's pen, approached him at a galloping speed, and Ye Shuying pounced, and made a move "Flying Bird Throwing into the Forest", stabbing with all his might.

With a wave of his right hand, Liang Qi shot out the two hidden weapons he had just caught. He expected that Ye Shuying would change his moves halfway, as long as the move changed, the gap between the two moves would be enough for him to take Ye Shuying's life.

Ye Shuying didn't dodge, allowing the two lightning darts to be embedded in his body, and the Yintai Sword and the judge's pen formed an inbreakable pincer attack.

Liang Qi sneered, and was about to use the iron flute to block this sword, but suddenly heard a burst of music played by the erhu, the vicissitudes of life and desolation, compared to the poignant music he just played, it was more like the emotion of life and death parting and the vicissitudes of life, accompanied by an old and hoarse voice: "Everything is illusory, only karma is with you, there is no need to distinguish between right and wrong, and the truth and falsehood have long been self-evident." ”

Liang Qi's heart moved slightly, and the movement of his hand was sluggish, and he was almost hit by the vital point, but his martial arts were extremely high, that is, he missed the best opportunity to counterattack, and Ye Shuying's sword stabbed a small bloody hole in his shoulder.

After Ye Shuying and Li Shao'an, who made the judge's pen, stood firm, they couldn't help but look in the direction where the erhu music came from, and saw that a white-haired old man in Ge Yi had turned his back, pulled the erhu, and slowly walked down the mountain. The erhu rhythm was ethereal, and it seemed to melt into the air.

Everyone present didn't know when he had reached the top of the Heavenly Capital.

Ye Shuying only felt that the sound of the erhu was a little familiar, and then looked at the "Iron Flute Immortal" Liang Qi who was a little dazed when he listened to this rhythm.

"Kaishan Palm" Old Man Zheng coughed lightly twice and said, "It's Tianji Pavilion's 'Zhiwei Weng' Ji Wuyi! I didn't expect him to come." ”

"'Zhiwei Weng' is not missing," Ye Shuying said softly, ...... said. Liang Qi suddenly chased after the old man who was pulling the erhu like a lightning bolt.

Ye Shuying said in a low voice: "Tianji Pavilion, Zhiwei Weng ......" suddenly pulled out the two hidden weapons nailed to his body, and after stopping the bleeding, he put away the Yintai sword, got up and chased after the old man.

Shen Yuhong shouted: "Brother Ye, where are you going?"

Ye Shuying couldn't hear her voice anymore.