Differential flicking, rustling leaves. At this time, the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info was already in the middle of the sky, and the fiery red sun hung high in the sky, exuding light and warmth. Around the Jicui Pavilion is a forest of green bamboos, exuding vitality under the illumination of the sun, the yellow medicine master in a green robe, the jasper flute in his hand, held horizontally in his hand, the sound of the flute is curling, endless.

This beautiful sound fell into his ears, but Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a white robe and the ink-colored robe on it was constantly flying in the breeze, still had an indifferent look on his face, as if he was not affected by the sound of the flute in his ears at all. Looking at Li Mochou in a fiery red dress on his side, his ******** cultivation is not bad, if it weren't for the existence of Zhao Zhijing, his heart would be like ice, and this glamorous sound would not have any effect on him.

Looking at Huang Rong who was dressed in goose yellow, there was no change on her face, she was full of anxiety, and her bright eyes were staring closely at Guo Jing, who was focused at this time. Huang Rong has been accustomed to hearing her father play this "Blue Sea Tide Song" since she was a child, and she has to explain it in detail, knowing all the changes in the song, the father and daughter are as one and the same, and they are not harmed, but Huang Rong knows that her father's flute sound has great magic power, and she is naturally worried that Guo Jing will not be able to resist it.

This set of songs simulates the vast sea without waves, the tide in the distance slowly pushes closer and faster, and then the waves are raging and the white waves are even the mountains, and the fish and whales in the tide are floating on the sea, the wind is howling and the gulls are flying, and the water monsters and sea monsters are making the tide, and suddenly the icebergs are drifting, and suddenly the hot sea is boiling, which is extremely changeable. After the tide recedes, the level of the mirror-like seabed is turbulent, and the danger lurks in the silent place, which makes the listener unconsciously ambushed, especially difficult to prevent.

Listening to this extraordinary Xiao sound, Guo Jing at this time had already used the true qi in his body to resist rapidly. The last moment Guo Jing was still standing upright, and then the next moment Guo Jing sat cross-legged on the ground while carrying the internal strength of the Quanzhen Sect, ignoring the temptation of the sound of the flute and resisting the temptation of the sound of the flute, while disturbing the sound of the flute with a bamboo branch. When Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and Ouyang Feng competed in music and rhythm, they each had offense and defense, and they had to hold Yuan Shouyi and concentrate on their minds, and they were still taking advantage of the chaos to attack the minds of others.

Guo Jing's skills are far inferior to the three of them, but he doesn't defend or attack, he just blindly protects himself, and although he has no ability to fight back, Huang Yaoshi can't even subdue him with variables. It blew for a long time, and the sound of the flute became thinner and thinner, almost inaudible. Guo Jing stopped and listened. Who knows that this is the power of Huang Yaoshi, the lighter the sound of the flute, the greater the temptation. Guo Jing listened attentively, and the rhythm in his heart gradually merged with the sound of the flute.

If it were someone else, he was in a desperate situation at this time and could never get out again, but Guo Jing had practiced the technique of fighting with both hands, and he was shocked to know the danger, and he was so happy at the moment that he was happy, and his left hand took off the shoes on his left foot, and beat it on the empty bamboo. Seeing Guo Jing at this time, Huang Yaoshi, who was holding the jade flute horizontally, exclaimed in his heart: "This kid has a strange technique, but it should not be underestimated. ”

Stepping on the gossip direction under his feet, he blew while walking. Guo Jing's two-handed beating of the beat is incompatible with the rhythm of the sound of the flute, and his two-handed splitting is like the two of them working together to resist Huang Yaoshi, empty, and the bald strength is twice as strong as when he ascends. Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng secretly condensed and guarded one with the internal strength of the two of them, and they did not attack with this flute, but they did not dare to slack off in the slightest, if they showed a state of resistance to each other, they would inevitably let the other party and Huang Yaoshi underestimate it.

And for Xiao Yin, who has changed greatly at this time, Zhao Zhijing is still relaxed, his person is like an upright lotus leaf, and his figure is not hurt in the slightest in the wind and rain. And Li Mochou on the side, Bingxin continued to polish in this flute sound for a moment, and with this glamorous sound, his control over himself has made slight progress.

The sound of the flute became more and more strange as it rose and went. Guo Jing supported it for a while, and suddenly heard a chill flying out of the sound of the flute, and in an instant, he was wrapped in ice and couldn't help but tremble. The cave flute is known for its softness, but the tone at this time is very steep and solemn. Guo Jing gradually felt the cold air invade his bones, knew that it was not good, and was busy distracting himself, thinking about the hot day, the hot iron, the huge charcoal in his hand, and the bitter heat of being in the furnace, and the cold was greatly reduced.

Huang Yaoshi saw that the left half of his body was cold, but the right half of his body was sweating, and he couldn't help but secretly say that the strange tune turned just like the death of the harsh winter and the arrival of midsummer. Guo Jing was just waiting to be distracted and resisted the beat in his hand, but he had already followed the sound of the flute. Huang Yaoshi thought to himself: "If this person can barely resist and can support less, he will only be cold and hot and cold, and he will definitely suffer a serious illness in the future." A note lingered into the forest, and suddenly the final note of the song stopped.

Guo Jing exhaled a long breath, stood up, stumbled a few times, and almost sat down again, condensing qi and pranayama, knowing that Huang Yaoshi had the intention to let him step forward to thank him, and said: "Thank you Huangdao Lord for your favor, and I feel great virtue for my disciples." Huang Rong saw him holding a shoe in his left hand, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Jing, you put on shoes." Guo Jing said: "Yes!"

Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a white robe, showed wisps of essence in his bright eyes at the moment when the sound of the flute disappeared, but the next moment it had already converged, and Li Mochou beside him, his closed eyes opened slightly, wisps of blue light swayed, and the next moment it was already converged, as if everything before was just a dream, if he didn't feel the flow of qi in his body, Li Mochou would have thought it was just a dream.

Huang Yaoshi, who pointed at the jade flute in his hand obliquely at the ground, swept his eyes at Guo Jing, who was already standing up at this time, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "This kid is young, but his martial arts are so pure, is he pretending to be stupid, but in fact he is an extremely smart person? If this is the case, what does it matter if I give my daughter to him?" So he smiled and said: "You are very good, do you still call me the Lord of Huangdao?" This obviously means that you have won two of the three competitions, and you can be renamed "Father-in-law".

Who knew that Guo Jing didn't understand the meaning of these words, and only said: "I...... I ......," but he couldn't say any more, and looked at Huang Rong for help. Huang Rongfang was secretly happy, and the thumb of her right hand kept bending, signaling him to kowtow. Guo Jing understood that this was kowtowing, and immediately climbed to the ground and kowtowed to Huang Yaoshi four times, but he didn't speak. Huang Yaoshi smiled: "Why are you kowtowing to me?" Guo Jing said: "Rong'er told me to kowtow." Huang Yaoshi sighed secretly: "A silly boy is a silly boy after all." ”

Zhao Zhijing, who was on the side, smiled slightly and said: "Qigong, your disciple is really sincere, and he will not admit his victory until the last moment, it seems that he attaches great importance to this matter!

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Huang Yaoshi's thoughts were surging, but he had already decided in his heart that Guo Jing's stupidity was naturally unhappy about his daughter marrying a stupid person. Immediately said: "In terms of internal strength, Guo Xian's nephew is stronger, but I just took the music test, but Ouyang Xian's nephew is much more clever...... In this way, the two are tied. I'll come up with another question for the two virtuous nephews to compete with. Ouyang Feng saw that his nephew had already lost, and knew that he was biased, so he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, another game." (To be continued.) )