Chapter Seventy-Three

Song Wanwan and Autumn Hurricane both belong to the late Yuan Infant period, how can they be so strong?

Her slender ten fingers slashed across the strings, and the blow of understatement was no less than the full force of the green-robed prince Sun Shushen's sword.

After Xu Xiaoxian flew back for dozens of feet, the cloud dragon spear pointed to the ground, unloading the remaining strength, and the blood and qi of his whole body rolled, and he forcibly pressed down.

The talisman tungsten gold armor also ran out of aura at this moment.

If you try again, the result will definitely be unsatisfactory, far from the situation of endless death.

Entangled again, hard fighting?

It's not worth it.

The six-fingered qin demon Song Wanwan, with five fingers on one hand, is no different from ordinary people.

Why is it called the Six Fingers? When Xu Xiaoxian went down to hug Pushan, the old Taoist Li Daniu once commented on the head of the three sects and nine streams in Nanzhan Buzhou, the killer.

As one of the three major killers of Xiaoxiang and Southern Chu, the six-fingered qin demon Song Wanwan did not give many comments from the old Taoist Li Daniu, only four words.

One finger to the mystery.

One finger through the Xuan comes from Lu Zu's "Finger Xuan Jing", the thirty-third sign.

'There is nothing to be happy in the world, and I advise the world not to bury yourself. It is good to take advantage of the real meeting of the wind and clouds, and it is necessary to seek harmony between Luan and Feng.

Who can match the two heaven and earth, I will row the four yin and yang. will get this mysterious internal matter.

I'm not afraid that there will be jackals in the road, and I'll come from one finger. ’

When Song Zhihua, the first strategist of Southern Chu, joined hands with Li Yanyang, the Marquis of Dinghuo, to destroy Yan Zhao for Li Hongjun of the Southern Chu Dynasty, he seized half of the wordless heavenly book Lu Zu's "Finger Xuanjing" in the Yanzhao Palace.

At that time, she was only two years old, and she was far from being able to read and write, and the little girl Song Wanwan, who went out with the army, opened half of the wordless book "Finger Xuanjing", such as a treasure.

Half of the wordless book "Finger Xuanjing" evolved into 36 signatures, and the signatures pointed directly to the avenue.

A year later, Li Hongjun, the first emperor of the Southern Chu Dynasty, conquered the South Korean Kingdom again, and Song Tie, as the vanguard general, rode on Xuefeng Mountain and fell into a dead end.

The little girl, who was only three years old at the time, pointed to the sky and asked.

Tens of thousands of miles away, in Yongle County, Hezhong Prefecture, Luzhou, Beiju, the sword held by the statue of Lu Zu echoed from afar, breaking through the void and flying directly to the Kingdom of South Korea.

One sword breaks five thousand six!

Ask the sky with a finger, save your father for thousands of miles, and pass it on as a good story!

Some people say that the little girl is the reincarnation of the immortal Lu Dongbin and rebuilt, if she gets the second half of the "Finger Xuan Jing", the little girl will ask the sky, and she will definitely open the gate of heaven and rank in the immortal class.

Rumored, the second half of the "Finger Sutra"

In Xiniuhezhou, 60,000 miles of wild sand desert.

It is called Xixia Mountain, one of the four major magic lands in Zhongzhou.

At present, the nine-string harp in Song Wanwan's hand is the 'Fu Mo Qin' left in the world before Lu Zu's ascension.

'Fu Mo Qin' is Lu Zu traveled to the Central Continent, in Dongsheng Shenzhou to split a section of 10,000-year-old thunder wood made, the piano is four feet six inches long, the strings are practiced with nine kinds of strange beast hind hamstrings that can make abnormal sounds.

Each time the strings are plucked, nine abnormal sounds are emitted from the sound, piercing into the monk's spiritual consciousness.

The six-fingered piano demon Song Wanwan, the sound of the piano is in the soul.

The six-fingered piano demon Song Wanwan, in the sound of the piano, one finger is through the mystery.

The body of the "Fu Mo Qin" is engraved with the word "Fu Mo", and the font runs snake.

Wild grass, filled with gold dust.

It is rumored that Lu Dongbin did not rank in two moves, and then when he went to Chang'an Road, he met Zhongli Patriarch, and Lao Zhenren gave him a pillow and asked him to do the 'Huangliang dream'. Lu Dongbin raised the jinshi in his dream, ascended to the branch, successively served as a prominent official, entered the cabinet, promoted the attendant, and rose all the way to become the prince and the prince.

Later, Lu Dongbin woke up, and the 'Huangliang Dream' also woke up, and the obsession in his heart disappeared, abandoning the text and entering the Tao, holding the demon sword, carrying the demon piano on his back, traveling to Zhongzhou, slaying demons and eliminating demons.

How Song Wanwan got this Lu Zu's 'Fu Demon' qin, there is no way to say.

It's just that Lu Zu used it to subdue demons, but she used it to kill people.

She killed the monks, and killed the monks who wanted to enter the Southern Chu Dynasty.

......

Xu Xiaoxian stood dozens of feet away, still standing with a gun, no longer looking at the woman on the roof of the car in the distance, who was colder than the autumn rain, he slowly closed his eyes.

Silently disperse the two true elements of passing through the gate of heaven in one breath and walking the dragon and snake in one go, not deliberately holding the yuan and guarding one, concentrating and calming, retracting the cloud dragon spear, and standing against the wind and rain.

In the dark night, the autumn rain slipped and fell silently.

The raindrops soaked his clothes, and they were slightly cold.

He heard the small insects lurking in the mud in early autumn, making an incomprehensible low chirp.

He really smelled the smell of earth on a rainy autumn night.

He closed his eyes and felt the trail of the raindrops falling.

Maybe it was just a moment, Xu Xiaoxian's body was windless and automatic, swaying, just like the big bell outside Hanshan Temple that was struck.

There are traces to follow, but there are no traces.

Dozens of feet away, the slender woman on the roof of the carriage, her eyebrows locked, and the looming figure of the young monk in her pupils, frozen.

The corners of Song Wanwan's mouth were slightly hooked, and her eyes were cunning, if she was not a murderous six-fingered qin demon, but a small jasper, her pleasing face would also be extremely beautiful.

There is a kind of weakness that makes people want to rub her into their bones, but they are afraid of it.

The slender girl whispered to herself: "The little Spiritual Primal Realm, who has not yet touched the Little Immortal Realm, can it also 'turn into rain'?"

If you can't, even if you still owe your grandfather two games of chess, Wanwan pinched his nose and let you live. However, you will not be less suffered. ”

After Song Wanwan finished speaking, she no longer sat cross-legged on the roof of the carriage, held the piano with one hand, chased the night, lifted into the air, and floated at a height of twenty zhang.

Xu Xiaoxian's figure was still swaying in the wind and rain, looming, the raindrops were falling, and he seemed to be slowly blending into the raindrops.

Song Wanwan's ten fingers were like hooking the moon, gently crossing the strings.

The piano has few sounds, like a dream.

Sometimes light, like a cheerful sandpiper on the beach, sometimes clumsy, like a colossus drinking water by the river.

The sound of the piano rises and falls, insignificant, as if it is coming from all directions, and it is more like it is played directly in the heart.

Six-fingered piano demon, the sound of the piano enters the soul!

Xu Xiaoxian's figure at this moment is like a candle thrown into the flames, slowly melting, disappearing one by one, melting in the rain.

Song Wanwan, who was suspended at a height of twenty zhang, suddenly stopped playing the piano, and no longer gently brushed the strings with her fingers, but changed her painting style.

Use nine fingers to hook up nine strings, take them into a half moon, and then bend your fingers and play them.

Nine distinct notes, like nine trapped beasts that have escaped from their cages, roared out.

That moment.

The nine thoughts are either high-pitched, excited, depressed, sad, excited, frustrated, encouraging, happy, or heart-wrenching.

Nine distinct thoughts permeated the autumn rain like a plague, longing, growing, and spreading.

Unsuppressible.

Cruelty and madness, despair and hope, destruction and rebirth, all in this storm and rain.

Meet!

Convergence!

Fusion!

Confrontation!

Three hundred zhang square.

The autumn rain that dripped down was reversed and went upstream.

The autumn wind turns into a small tornado.

Muddy ground flying.

Rubble from mass graves was thrown into the air.

If a person is in this 300 zhang circle.

Bound.

A narrow escape.