Outside the city of Yiling, the sound of the piano came leisurely, sounding or lingering and sad, or the spring water dingdong, or like a horse rattle. Its aftertones are of moderate length, and they are the most expressive of solemn and simple lyrical music. The sound of the zither is like the gurgling water under the bridge, the few clear cries of Gu Hong flying by, and the graceful sigh of Yi An, like looking at Xue Tao's raccoon flower note, looking at a faint orchid, quietly opening in the distant night sky, and just like the colorful lilac tree.

"This is ......" Gan Ning, who was thinking about the city wall, suddenly heard this beautiful sound, and hurriedly asked left and right: "Who is playing the qin?"

"The general is coming from outside the city. His retinue gestured.

Gan Ning nodded, listened carefully, and seemed to forget the enemies outside the city walls, and also forgot the soldiers who were waiting for them in the city.

Gan Ning had heard Zhou Yu caressing the qin, but it was far less soul-stirring than this, and people couldn't help but want to listen to the next song after listening to it.

After finishing the song, I changed the tune, and the sound of the piano was melodious, like a trickling stream, flowing in the mountain stream, splashing beautiful and frank flowers, and singing tirelessly all the way. When pure, it makes you wonder if it is really in the hands of mortals.

As soon as the sound of the zither is tight, if the rain knocks on the steps, the sound of the zither is slow like a drizzle of rain caressing the tongs; it is like a wind blowing snow, and it stretches like a breeze blowing willows. When it was elegant, Gan Ning seemed to see the fairy dancing, dancing with whirling clothes and mysterious postures.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano became urgent, and the beautiful scenery in front of him turned into the smoke and flames of war in the sky, broken walls, starvation everywhere, and the displacement of people.

Gan Ning burst into anger in his heart.

"Not good. Gan Ningqiang was in his mind, knowing that there was a mystery hidden in this music, and hurriedly ordered: "Cover your ears quickly." ”

The soldiers covered their ears according to the order, but there were still a few people who covered it late, their faces were already pale, and they couldn't help but stand it, and after a while, they foamed at the mouth and passed out.

"Who is your Excellency? Can you tell me your name, it is already a dead end for us to be trapped in Yiling City, why did Your Excellency force us to die here in vain? ”

Word by word, spit out with internal force, and clearly spread in all directions, the sound of the piano was collided by Gan Ning's word by word, and it was not as soul-stirring as before.

The sound of the piano "Zheng" suddenly turned high-pitched, and there was a killing intention in the piano, which was extremely powerful. Although the soldiers under his command covered their ears, they still couldn't withstand the high-pitched and loud sound of killing, and the sound of the piano was loud, like thousands of troops and horses, and like thousands of soldiers colliding.

Gan Ning burst into the dantian, and a clear whistle spread out, this clear whistle is Gan Ning's "innate magic skill" of his life's cultivation, which is not trivial, and the sound of the piano is agitated and intertwined, but the sound of the piano is not as soul-stirring as before.

The sound of the piano suddenly raised its tone, and there seemed to be the power of a king in the sound of the piano, and the breath between heaven and earth couldn't help but tremble.

The two vocal music sandwiched the infinite energy of the two peerless masters, and the bonds were intertwined, giving birth to infinite waves of qi in the flat ground, rolling up the tents, trees, and wild grass of the soldiers outside the city.

Gan Ning ran out of breath as soon as he howled, and then rose up again, creating a wall of qi in front of him to protect the soldiers in the city, so that his soldiers would not be disturbed by the sound of the piano and flute.

However, the skill of the piano player was endless, and the sound of the piano surging towards Gan Ning was like a river. Gan Ning used his life's work to send the third whistle out.

But this third roar is already the end of the strong crossbow, and the strength is not as good as before. Gan Ning looked at the tragic situation of the soldiers behind him, and said in his heart: "Could it be that I, Gan Ning, will die here today?"

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a clear howl sounding in the distance, his strength was far less fierce and domineering than Gan Ning's, but it was dense and dense, and there was a clear and fierce voice in the sound. Corresponding to his own whistling, the two whistling together, flying back for nine days, and even fought with the sound of the piano to make a draw.

The whistling sound was none other than the clear howl made by Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu let Zhou Tai be the vanguard, and he didn't dare to delay, and he personally led the army to come later, and heard the sound of the piano from afar, Zhou Yu has always liked the rhythm, so he listened carefully, but it was far away, and Zhou Yu's skills were profound, and he did not notice the abnormality, and when Gan Ning's howling sounded, Zhou Yu had already understood the mystery of it, and urged the army to go straight to the city of Yiling.

Hearing that Gan Ning Sanxiao was sent, it was already the end of the strong crossbow, so he immediately came to help.

Zhou Yu's arrival shocked Gan Ning and made the sound of the piano stop abruptly.

All around them suddenly became silent, and even the crickets in the weeds could be heard clearly, as if nothing had happened.

"Quick, the Metropolitan Governor is here, let's go out of the city quickly to respond. Gan Ning was afraid that Zhou Yu would lose, so he said to his subordinates.

The soldiers received the order, 3,000 soldiers galloped out of the city, Gan Ning took the lead, and countless people died under this knife in one round......

......

Zhou Yu looked left and right, it was silent, and even the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, even after a long battle, his heart was inevitably up and down at this moment.

"Scout pathfinder. Zhou Yu commanded.

Several scouts listened to Zhou Yu's order and immediately went to explore the way, and after a while, they came back and reported to Zhou Yuyu: "I haven't seen Cao Hong's men and horses. ”

Zhou Yu looked at the open terrain on the left and right, and couldn't help but feel relieved: "Go at full speed, Yiling is in front of you." ”

I walked forward for a few miles, but I saw a large group of people and horses lined up for several miles, with flags lined up, under the banner of the word "Cao", under the banner of Daxu, there were two people sitting with armor and blades, it was Cao Hong, and the other person was carrying a sword between them, and a bag was on the horse's belly, revealing half of it. It is a Yaoqin, dressed as a scholar. It was Sima Yi.

"It's Koto Shuro, I've been waiting here for a long time. Sima Yi's war horse slowly walked to the front of the formation.

"Exactly, who is Your Excellency?" The plan to invite you into the urn is from Your Excellency, right?" Zhou Yu couldn't help but ask.

"I am Sima Yi......"

Sima Yi ...... Although I have never seen this person, this person's wisdom does not seem to be under Zhuge Liang......" Zhou Yu thought to himself.

“...... I have heard the name of Jiangdong Zhoulang for a long time, and I don't want to meet again today, so let's look forward to the earth, how about the three armies play chess?" Sima Yi asked with a smile.

"Since he is so fearless, is he really confident?" Zhou Yu couldn't help but be timid.

"I don't need to take care of my family's governors, I'll take care of you later. ”

With a burst of cheers, Zhou Yu rushed out of the two horses. Zhou Yu saw that it was Zhou Tai and Jiang Qin.

The two of them took Sima Yi directly with their two big knives, and the two of them saw that they were about to split Sima Yi's face, Sima Yi, in the blink of an eye, had already reached out, put the yaoqin on the horse's belly in his hand, and plucked the strings.

After dialing it three times in a row, only three earth-shattering sounds were heard, and it suddenly burst out, and the breath within a few zhang of the body couldn't help but tremble, Zhou Tai and Jiang Qin were both masters of Dongwu, incomparable characters, but in a moment, the chest was like being hit three times by a giant hammer weighing thousands of pounds.