No one dared to sing "The General's Line" anymore, the artists were frightened, they couldn't touch any tunes related to Broken Flow City, and everyone's eyes finally fell on Yun Mengxian.

Yun Mengxian knew that the big man was moody, and it was useless to beg at this time, so he had to straighten out his mind and think of a song that he learned in the imperial capital, and he didn't care whether other artists would or not, and he sang it sadly.

This is a song about a wife who misses her husband on an expedition on a moonlit night, from the words to the tune are from a famous artist, Yun Mengxian has spent a lot of thought on this song, and under the threat of cutting off her head, she sang even more poignantly and movingly. Among the artists, there are those who know this tune, and they hum it quietly, and those who can't can only open their mouths to make a meaning, for fear of accidentally destroying the tune, and everyone will follow the head to the ground.

It's a pity, no matter how touching the song is, and whether it is touched or not, none of the officials present dare to cry about it, they are all observing Liang Shiji's expression, as long as this great talisman master is still expressionless, they will not even blink their eyes.

Yun Mengxian's voice trembled a little, full of hope that this was just a boring joke of the nobles, and he just wanted to scare the artist into a fart, and finally everyone laughed and passed.

Mu Xingqiu wasn't listening to the music at all, he looked at the sunset lake outside the city, silently touching the prohibitions around him.

The Dragonbin Guild is also developing, and these prohibitions are no more powerful than they were a few years ago, but they just restrain his telepsy illusions. Qu Xungui obviously learned a lot from his experience a few years ago and transformed the talisman.

Mu Xingqiu raised the illusion to the third layer, and easily felt the feelings of everyone in the pavilion, the fear of the artists and the nervousness of the officials were very clear, only Liang Shiji still protected himself well.

The third layer of the illusion can only amplify those obvious feelings, and cannot create new feelings, and the attention of officials big and small is on Liang Shiji, and he didn't listen to Yun Mengxian's tunes at all, so naturally he won't be touched.

Liang Shiji smiled slightly. I got up and walked to the window, looking at the sunset lake outside, "I heard that the brass at the bottom of the lake is made of the magic weapon of Pangshan, I don't know if it's true?"

Liang Shiji hid his hands in his sleeves and quietly sacrificed talismans, Mu Xingqiu found that the prohibitions around him were even stronger, so he raised the illusion to the fourth layer, "Well, I saw it with my own eyes. ”

The feelings of the people are clearer, and there are some hidden feelings that have been revealed. But there was no emotion in it. Mu Xingqiu first aroused the emotions of the artists, especially Yun Mengxian, so that they could devote themselves to singing, instead of suffering from gains and losses, and then he provoked a little curiosity in the hearts of the officials, and quietly pushed them to listen to the tune with some thoughts.

In this round of fighting, Mu Xingqiu won, and the eyes of more than a dozen officials were still staring at Liang Shiji, but their ears moved involuntarily, and finally the sound of music entered their ears. They all feel that Yun Mengxian sings really well, if it is usual, it is worthy of praise, but it will never cry. Not so much less so in this case.

The feelings of the officials have changed a little, and there is a little more regret, regretting that an artist with both talents and appearances will die in Broken Flow City for no reason.

Liang Shiji sighed lightly and leaned over the window railing with his left elbow. There was more smile on his face, and his right sleeve shook slightly, as a nine-fold crown great talisman master. The speed of his talismans is so fast that it is almost imperceptible to outsiders.

Mu Xingqiu, who was performing his illusion, felt strong resistance, and everyone's feelings were becoming fragmented, and it was difficult to grasp any of them.

He admired Long Binhui a little, and he was able to create a talisman specifically for the Nian Xin Illusion in just five or six years.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion technique back then was only two or three layers, and Qu Xungui's experience was limited to this, when Mu Xingqiu increased his mana, he easily broke through the forbidden after strengthening.

Yun Mengxian has entered the state, no longer caring whether her head will fall to the ground, nor whether the listener is moved, she completely regards herself as the wife who misses her husband, and she has no one to complain about, only to face the cold moonlit night with all kinds of imagination. The other artists were then immersed in it, whether they were humming or echoing, and they all became tacit, as if they had rehearsed countless days and nights beforehand.

The words are clichés, and the songs are old songs, but after the interpretation of the artists, they have added a direct appeal to the hearts of the people.

At least three officials were moved, but they didn't cry, and if they couldn't even control this little affection, they wouldn't be worthy of being officials.

Liang Shiji glanced back, "I sang well, but unfortunately I still didn't see tears." ”

In the past few years, Mu Xingqiu has been practicing pragmatic illusion, but the young demon is gone, and he has not completely given up on illusory illusions. Illusion crawls like a snake in the midst of many prohibitions, avoiding direct confrontation, but looking for inconspicuous loopholes, and continuing to firmly grasp the feelings in people's hearts.

A few more officials were moved by the song, just over ten, and that was enough, although this touch was insignificant, the fourth-layer telepsy illusion was able to push them to the peak of heartbreak in a very short time.

In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, Mu Xingqiu raised the illusion to the fifth layer, which is the limit of his ability to cast spells, if he wants to cast the sixth and seventh layer illusions, he can no longer remain calm and composed, and he also controls the effect of the illusion.

There is also an obvious excesses in the power of each layer of the illusion from low to high, Mu Xingqiu only understood this after reading a large number of ancient books in Chaojing Mountain, and learned some control skills, but it can only be used below the fifth layer of the illusion.

His mana was slowly increasing, the power of illusion was getting stronger and stronger, the eyes of several officials were moist, and they were not far from crying, but the resistance in their hearts was not weak, Mu Xingqiu could force them to cry, but it was inevitable that they would be harmed.

"The last touch of the sunset, what a picturesque beauty!" Liang Shiji suddenly straightened up and slapped his right hand on the window railing.

The prohibitions that mortals could not see or feel changed in an instant, and they were originally only passive defenses, but now they launched active attacks, like rows of trees that suddenly had the ability to move, and the branches and leaves and roots were entangled and twisted with each other, trapping the snakes that were snaking and crawling.

Not only that, but there are also some prohibitions that actually have the power to provoke people's hearts, although they are rough and direct, but they also have some effects, and the artists' singing in one go has twists and turns that should not be there, some people forget the words, some people raise their voices inappropriately, and Yun Mengxian can't be left alone. Several times the breath was not smooth, and the tone of the voice was deviated.

The touching power was gone, and the officials looked at each other, feeling sorry for these people.

Long Bin Hui actually had such a trick, Qu Xungui must have been very jealous of Mu Xingqiu, and created many new talismans specifically for him, but he still underestimated the power of the Mind Illusion.

Mu Xingqiu instantly exerted all the power of the fifth layer of the illusion, and the snake trapped by the trees did not hit it hard, but spit out a smaller snake from its mouth, breaking through the layers of obstacles at lightning speed. One bite bit Liang Shiji's pride.

Liang Shiji himself didn't even notice that he blocked the other party's illusion and prevented the further spread of the touching power, there was not much left in the whole piece, he had reason to be proud, the inhaling Taoist priest who had humiliated Qu Zuofu would suffer a dumb loss in his own hands.

Mu Xingqiu didn't care about the other people in the pavilion anymore, and concentrated all the power of illusion on Liang Shiji, in fact. He quietly controlled this great talisman master completely, and with just a little provocation, Liang Shiji would even declare himself a god in public, and then jump out of the window directly. Just to prove that you can do anything.

His pride was too obvious, and it became a fatal flaw in the face of the telepsy.

Mu Xingqiu was about to make a move, but in a blink of an eye, he was about to go to Huangjing to clear the charge of Sanxiu and Liu Ding and others. He shouldn't have killed a Grand Runic Master of the Dragon Bin Guild in Broken Flow City, and he didn't want to show his strength so early.

But he can't just let Liang Shiji win like this, he can see it clearly. This urbane-looking young man would really kill this group of artists, and he had to teach this person a lesson.

Yun Mengxian's tune has been messed up, and the officials' touches have disappeared, Mu Xingqiu wants to provoke the corresponding love again, and I am afraid that the time is no longer enough.

He took a different approach.

So the artists sang even more chaotically, Yun Mengxian's voice was as sharp as a group of mice coming out to forage at night, the other artists sang all the time, and the piano masters complained to each other while playing blindly.

Liang Shiji turned around suspiciously, looking at this group of crazy artists, he didn't understand what tricks the Taoist priest was playing, and he actually pushed the talisman spell he sacrificed.

The artists were in a mess, the more they sang, the more outrageous they became, first Fu Hao, the commander of the Huang Fu Army, laughed, and then Chen Zhiwei next to him also laughed, and then all the officials laughed, Mu Xingqiu grabbed everyone's love at this moment, so the laughter gradually turned into laughter, and the officials laughed at this group of artists who were not serious when they died, and the laughter would not offend the master of the Great Fu Dynasty, or a kind of flattery and flattery, others laughed, how could they not laugh?

Liang Shiji had a smile on his face all the time, and at this time he slowly became strict, but the officials laughed so hard that they couldn't notice his expression, and even Fu Hao, a descendant of the royal family, was very out of shape, slapping the table and laughing.

Yun Mengxian couldn't sing anymore, she was waiting for her to fall with trepidation, she didn't feel that she had been affected by the outside at all, and thought that her poor performance was the result of being frightened.

The laughter turned into a wild laugh, the wild laughter turned into a dumb smile covering their stomachs, and the officials began to feel that something was wrong, but they just couldn't stop laughing.

An old pianist made the most daring move in his life, pointed to the officials, and said in a trembling voice: "Look, my lord, they are crying." ”

The official who was raising his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes was stunned, and immediately lowered his arm, but he still couldn't put away his smile for a while, and a few teardrops on his cheeks became more obvious.

The words of Liang Shiji, the Great Fu Master, are still echoing in everyone's ears, "If you can make half of the people cry, I will let you live." He didn't say the word "moved".

It was the turn of a dozen officials like lambs to the slaughter, all of them pale, not knowing what to say to save the defeat.

Liang Shiji's pride was hit hard, and those officials were still looking at themselves while laughing, what did this mean? Could it be that they were laughing at their failures? Liang Shiji was furious, but he had nowhere to vent, took a step back, leaned against the window railing, only felt that his throat was sweet, and he tried his best to hold back that mouthful of blood.

Mu Xingqiu arched his hand and said: "There is no sunset in the sunset lake, and Mu has said goodbye." With that, he summoned the illusion of the Frost Soul Sword, and Edgeworth flew out of the window and headed straight for Pang Mountain.

There was silence in the pavilion, and a blind artist, unaffected by any spells, suddenly shouted in spite of it: "General Mu, that's General Mu!"

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