Between the green mountains and green waters, the sound of the zither suddenly rises on the surface of the river, which is an elegant thing, but the iron horse is Zheng Zheng in the sound of the zither, and the killing is like the sound of autumn, which is really a bad scenery. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Let all the people plug their ears. Ye Qiudi said, turning out a white flute in his hand from time to time.

Su Musha saw that she was serious, and knew that it was not trivial, so he hurriedly ordered. Although the people below didn't know what to say, they still obeyed the order and plugged their ears.

"What's going on?" After the order was finished, seeing that everyone had plugged their ears, Su Musha turned around and asked.

"You hurt other people's disciples, and now the master has come to the door. ”

Ye Qiudi said, closed his eyes for a moment, put the white flute to his lips, and a crisp flute sound followed, and the flute sound was leisurely and soft, like a yellow bird chirping softly in the mountains and rivers.

The sound of the zheng, when it met the sound of the flute, became more and more agitated, and the sonorous sound wrapped in the sound of slaughter continued to be sent to Su Musha's ears.

The sound of the zither is already sour, and his sound of the zither is full of the sound of slaughter, and when he landed, a black and white picture of a horse leather shroud, a family member scattered, and a ruined wall unfolded in front of Su Musha's eyes.

Su Musha didn't understand the rhythm of the music, but as the picture spread out in his mind, his heartbeat actually merged with every sound of the zheng.

As soon as the zither sounded, his heart jumped, and the faster the zither sounded, his heartbeat gradually intensified.

The more urgent the sound of the zheng, the faster the picture spreads in the sound of the zheng, like a pen, splashing ink in the canvas that Su Mu covers his mind.

Su Musha's heartbeat was also urgent, he only felt his chest pounding, extremely uncomfortable, and he felt that after listening to it for a while, his heart would jump out of his chest.

He wanted to restrain himself, raised his hands to block his ears, but his hands were not smooth, and he felt numb, and the sound of the zither penetrated into his ears from time to time, and it was difficult to plug his ears tightly.

The sound of the zither turned sad, as if someone whispered in the ear, "The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad." The soul returns, mourning Jiangnan!"

The picture in Su Musha's mind has also changed, the tomb is seated, snow-white paper money is flying all over the sky, and there is a softly humming spiritualist song in the distance of the picture.

Over and over again, they sang "The soul returns, the soul returns, the soul returns." ”

Su Musha's thoughts seemed to leave his body and drifted in the heavens and the earth.

The conjuring song brought a hint of warmth in the sound of the killing zheng, and he couldn't help but want to follow him.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute also entered Su Musha's mind.

Ye Qiudi was beside him, but the sound of the flute seemed to come from the sky, tactful and ethereal, endless like wisps, like the sound of heaven.

Along with the sound of the flute, a butterfly fluttering in my mind flew in front of the grave, coloring the black and white world.

Countless green vines quietly emerged from the grave in my mind, blooming colorful flowers, and the meaning of sadness and slaughter suddenly disappeared.

Like the green mountains and green waters in front of you, they have been given a new look by the spring breeze, and everything is lively.

Su Musha suddenly woke up: ""Soul Song", Taigumen, great!"

That's when he realized who his opponent was.

Look at yourself again, the fluttering heart is falling, and the clothes have been sweated on the body*** If you are prompted by the sound of the zither for a moment, you will really die of heartbeat.

Su Musha was a little scared at this time, he was busy thinking about it, and carried the Taisu Heart Sutra, his heartbeat suddenly slowed down, and a righteous qi was born from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, when he heard the sound of the zither, the picture was still in his mind, and he could taste and appreciate it carefully, but the sound of the zither could no longer drive his heartbeat.

Su Musha looked sideways, and saw that the little senior sister was still blushing after drinking, but the lazy intention had disappeared, she glanced at Su Musha, and the intention of narrowness flashed, obviously knowing that Su Musha had suffered a big loss.

It took a long time for the flute to get into Su Musha's mind, and it was probably intended to teach Su Musha a lesson, telling him not to be too big and to be careful.

The sound of the zither and the sound of the flute continue to entangle.

The sound of the kite became more and more urgent, like the iron horse glacial river falling into a dream, and the horses galloped, and the meaning of killing was like an ice knife coming down one after another, but it was diluted by the clear and distant sound of the flute.

A wisp of flute, like a butterfly dancing among the blooming flowers in early spring, blends into it, interspersed up and down.

The sound of the zither is like a storm, but it never falls, although it is soft, although it is light, although it is weak, it wears a butterfly.

The zither is like a conjuring spirit, and the flute sounds in early spring.

The sound of the zither is like the cry of the Wuxia ape, the cry of the ghost in the middle of the night, and the sound of the jade flute is just like the spring rain of apricot blossoms, and the murmuring of swallows. One is extremely tragic and poignant, and the other is soft and charming.

However, the double voice is miscellaneous, but the rhythm is very beautiful, melodious and tactful, wandering among the green mountains and green waters on both sides of the long river, it has become a good song of joy and sorrow, denouncing the war and hoping for stability.

Taisu Heart Sutra runs freely, and the sound of the zither can no longer bring Su Musha's heartbeat, so he simply no longer covers his ears and becomes a qualified listener.

The boat kept moving, and after turning a river bay, Su Musha finally saw the person who played the kite - he was a slender old man wearing a green cloth robe, and because of the distance, Su Musha could not see his true face.

But I saw him sitting cross-legged at the turn of the Yangtze River, on a stone cliff that was flush with the top floor of the ship.

There was a table in front of him, and Qin Zheng was waving his hands on the table, and the sound of the zither was sonorous.

There was a white-clothed scholar standing beside him, and under the stone cliff was the rolling river.

Su Musha stood on the deck and made a gesture, and the ship approached the stone cliff.

The closer the sound of the flute and the sound of the zither become, the more entangled the two become.

Ye Qiudi stood up, blowing as he walked, and his feet were actually stepping on the "leisurely travel" steps when he usually practiced internal strength.

Under the blessing of internal force, the flute sound is clear and far-reaching, washing away the vulgar, and the tune is like a pine wave, giving rise to wind on the riverside.

Looking at the old man playing the kite again, the top of his head is like a steamer, wisps of heat are rising straight up, playing the kite with both hands, and the sleeves are waving gusts of wind, and he doesn't dare to slack off at all.

The sound of the zither is strong, the sound of the flute is soft, one soft and one is rigid, agitating each other, or advancing to take advantage, or slowly retreating to wait for the enemy, the fight is difficult to solve.

Su Musha listened with great interest, his heart was clear and empty, and he was no longer guided by the sound of the zheng, and his thoughts flew in the sky and earth along the sound of the flute, which was indescribably comfortable.

The boat was late, and the people were silent.

Su Musha could hear the sound of the flute in the thunderous momentum of the zheng, dodging and dodging, like a butterfly in the heavy rain, but it was always unable to fall.

When the sound of the zither gradually slows down and falls from the high note, the sound of the flute becomes more and more reverberatory, clearing the clouds and mist, and sprinkled with spring sunshine in the wind and the high ape howling.

The sound of the zither was slightly slow, but it was not defeated, and when the sound of the flute blew to the sound of Qingyu, suddenly the sound of Zheng Zheng made a loud noise, reinvigorating the sound and covering the sound of the flute.

After listening for a while, the flute started again, and the zither fell again. The two are high and low, and the other is advancing and retreating, and they are not inferior to each other.

In the cabin on the first floor of the building, except for Yuci, who consciously blocked his ears, and the sister flower who was blocked by Meixi words in the crisis, the rest of the people in the Thousand Buddha Hall did not block their ears.

They sat cross-legged, fighting against the sound of the zheng, and fortunately with the help of the flute, they never had the Tao of "The Conjuring Song".

Among them, the disciple of the Mo family, that is, Meixi Ci, who holds the Mowen sword, is the most proficient.

He listened attentively to the sound of the zhengyin flute, and felt that the growth and decline of the two musical sounds were secretly in line with the way of attack in martial arts, and he had a slight understanding in his heart, and while secretly admiring the valley master of the Medicine King Valley, he couldn't help but feel that the living mound wanted to replace the Medicine King Valley and become one of the four major factions in the rivers and lakes, I am afraid it will be more difficult.

He thought for a long time, only to hear the music played by both sides getting more and more urgent, and it had reached the juncture of hand-to-hand combat and hand-to-hand combat.

Outside the boat, Su Musha saw the old man waving his hand and playing the kite, clanging twice, the sound was like a cracked silk, entangled in the sound of the flute.

But the sound of the flute is like a light wind, which cannot be held, blocked, entangled, or found.

The sound of the flute is clear, the sound of the zither is poignant, but it also presents a wonderful sound, together, high and low, sometimes like a dragon roaring and a lion roaring, sometimes like a wolf howling, or if the long wind vibrates the forest, or if the light rain wet flowers, it is extremely ever-changing.

Su Musha was fascinated by this, and walked to the edge of the boat, but saw that the river between the boat and the stone cliff was already unstable, the water was fast, and the waves were rising, as if there was a hand on the river, stirring the water.

The fish swimming in the water were the first to be unable to resist, and suddenly a large fish jumped out of the water.

I saw the old man sitting on the boulder, and the fingers of both hands suddenly pulled the strings of the zither and flicked it, only to hear the two rapid sounds of "Zheng Zheng", and the two strong internal forces shot towards the big fish.

The big fish that was about to fall was hit by the internal strength, and suddenly got up again and leaped towards Ye Qiudi, who was on the boat.

Ye Qiudi played the flute, the long sleeves of the white clothes were rolled, and even the mountain palm came out in an instant, and the big fish that was just approaching turned towards the old man again.

Su Musha saw that the fish had no external injuries, and the two of them did not hurt the big fish when they made a move.

When the old man saw the fish coming, he didn't look at the piano case, his fingers plucked violently, and the killing sound of a string of golden iron horses immediately came out with internal strength and hit the big fish.

However, Ye Qiudi's palm power is strong, and the old man's internal strength keeps hitting the big fish, but the direction remains the same.

The old man was in a hurry, his twelve fingers flicked continuously, and his internal strength poured out with the sound of the zither, and the invisible sword qi chopped up the entire big fish in an instant.

"Wow, wow"

As the big fish fell into the water, the water surface on the riverside in front of the boat suddenly showed its fangs, and the waves were turbulent.

As the waves rose, the boat sailed in front of the stone cliff, only five paces apart, and the hair was visible.

Su Musha finally saw the old man's true face, with silver hair and white hair, his face was withered, but his eyes were as sharp as his zheng.

Suddenly, a storm crashed on the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow, hitting the stone cliff wall, and the water that was shattered by the rocks turned into mist.

Ye Qiudizi left his lips and took out another palm, and the mist immediately formed a visible air current, like a mountain, and slapped towards the old man on the stone cliff.

The old man's ten fingers flicked continuously, and the sound of the cracked silk zither was endless, and after eliminating Ye Qiudi's palm power, six water mist popped out like a horse, galloping out in the fog, and shooting backwards towards the building boat.

But when they shot five feet in front of them, the six horses could no longer move forward.

Ye Qiudi waved his hand casually, and it suddenly disappeared.

She nodded and said, "Taikoomen's "Conjuring Song" really lives up to its reputation. ”

"Miss Ye's rhythm is not bad, and there are few tunes in the world that can be played in the tune of "The Conjuring Song". The old man said.

"Mr. Mo Da has taken a high look, "The Conjuring Song" is shocking and crying ghosts and gods, if it is not missing the second half, how can I fight against it?" Ye Qiudi said.

Su Musha's guess was not bad, this old man was really the master of the Taigu Gate.

In this way, Mr. Mo Da came this time to seek justice for his proud disciple, that is, Jiankang had attacked Su Musha, and was later cut off by Ye Qiudi on the fingers of the five fingers of his right hand.