Yue Sihai bought four carriages, and after eating early in the morning, everyone left Guangyi County and headed straight to the east.

Qin Yan got a carriage by himself, and lay drowsy in the carriage. As a patient with a weak heart, he received the most special treatment. Mrs. Yue spread several layers of bedding in his carriage, and simply arranged the carriage into a large bed, which was comfortable even on bumpy roads. It was just that he was lying alone, very bored, and he didn't sleep all night last night, and it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

It was like that for the next few days. Although Qin Yan had internal strength out of thin air, it only alleviated the soreness in his body, and did not relieve his weak state much. So he was listless all day, and occasionally got out of the car and walked around, he would feel back pain and have to go back to lie down and rest. Yu Hanyan came to see him a few times, and saw that he was sleeping most of the time, and he also felt bored, so he stopped coming over.

The weak state lasted until five days later, and Qin Yan finally regained his strength to move around, and his spirit was much better, and he no longer dozed off all day long. It's just that the sea of consciousness is still empty, and I can't feel the existence of any spiritual power, and it seems that it is still far from being completely healed.

He was secretly a little anxious, he would be in Biye City in five or six days, if he was still sick and weak, how could he have the confidence to ask the butterfly fairy for his head?

He asked Yu Hanyan for advice on how to restore his spiritual power, but Yu Hanyan also had limited knowledge and could not solve his confusion. Seeing that he was really in a hurry, Yu Hanyan came up with a new method: to promote the recovery speed of spiritual power through the stimulation of the dream illusion technique. So in the following days, Yu Hanyan moved to Qin Yan's carriage and used the Dream Illusion Technique on him all day long, hoping to restore his spiritual power.

It is said that if ordinary people fall into the dream illusion technique, they will be confused all day long, confusing dreams and reality, and even die of delirium in the end. As a disciple of the Po Sa Sect, Qin Yan's spiritual will was much stronger than that of ordinary martial arts people, and under deliberate resistance, the ordinary level of dream illusion technique would not have much effect on him. And in order to prevent Yu Han Smoke Jacket from asking him about his master's secrets, he must always be energetic to deal with it. Over time, it made Yu Hanyan feel bored.

"Senior brother, do you remember the day you dealt with the Black Sun Bat, my family once asked you if the method you used to increase your strength was the 'Sacrifice Technique', and you nodded at the time, right?"

"Did I nod, haha, yes, I nodded at the time, because I wanted to fool you, you won't take it seriously, right?"

"Aren't you a golden mouth, nodding is admitting, how dare you do it!"

"Senior sister, if you believe it, why do you have to ask me again. ”

Yu Hanyan looked at him steadily, and suddenly sighed: "Stinky boy, do you know that your performance will make my family feel deeply frustrated." So, my family will ask you again, is the exercise you used at that time the 'sacrificial technique'?"

Qin Yan asked rhetorically, "Do you really want to know?"

Yu Hanyan nodded lightly: "If you tell my family, my family is willing to exchange another secret, the secret about my family's master's inheritance......"

What other secrets could Yu Hanyan have, Jiulong Peak's personal disciple of the real person, could it be that he was also a fake? Qin Yan was not uninterested, but he really couldn't answer. The reputation of the Po Sa Sect in the martial arts was too bad, as a disciple of the Demon Sect that everyone shouted at, how could Qin Yan easily reveal his identity? Even if he believed that Yu Hanyan would not harm him, it was difficult to guarantee that she would not leak this secret. After all, all so-called secrets are first told from their own mouths, and only then will they be widely known in the end. Although Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan had the experience of sharing hardships, their relationship was not close enough for him to confide the great secret of his fate.

So he could only reply lightly: "I'm sorry, I can't say." ”

Yu Hanyan was very disappointed. She turned her head, lifted the curtains, and looked out of the carriage at the slowly moving back roads and fields, and did not speak for a long time.

Qin Yan only said that this senior sister was probably bored again, so he said, "Senior sister......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yu Hanyan look back, a slight smile appeared on his face, and said, "It seems that the general charm technique is useless to you, so let my family play a tune for you." If you can still persevere, my family should really retire. As she spoke, she took out an emerald green jade flute from her sleeve, put it to her mouth, and blew it gently, and suddenly there was a soft sound like a breeze blowing in her ears, and it soaked into her heart like a drizzle.

In just a few short strokes, the sound hit Qin Yan's heart. There was a strong throbbing in his chest, and his heart was stirring, it was a dream that was too old to remember, but it rose again before his eyes at this moment. The soft flute turns into a cold spring made of spring snow and drips on the young leaves, making people tremble, as if to freeze the time of this moment into eternity.

Everything was quiet, the people were silent, and the carriage stopped moving.

Qin Yanru was stunned, and he got carried away in a trance, and involuntarily lifted the curtain, stepped off the carriage, and came to the side of the country road.

Autumn is approaching, and the cool wind stirs up pieces of scattered yellow leaves, swirling and falling beside him. In the traction of the flute, the wind became quiet. The depression, weakness, and pain in his breast drifted in the wind along with the dancing leaves. The snow-capped peaks in the distance, the clear ice water flowing down, are incomparably pure, leaving behind all worries and sorrows. A few white birds flew by, and the joyful cries echoed in the empty sky, and the lonely valley became a little lively. The yellow leaves entangled his body, and he was exposed to the beautiful colors woven by the lingering soft breeze and the fluttering fragrance, and he forgot the past, and all he thought and remembered was the melodious flute sound.

The evening breeze ruffled his shirt and rattled. He paused, hesitated for a moment, and the music in his ears turned again.

There is no longer the freedom of the dust and the tranquility of escapism, and a rich and heavy sense of sadness appears in the sound of the flute, which makes the listener's heart tighten, and the grief is so sad that he wants to cry.

Qin Yan felt the changes in the song, and suddenly woke up from his leisurely memories. He raised his hand in silence, but felt a little chill spill on his palm. The afterglow of the setting sun was about to fade, but a drizzle began to fall. At this time, the flute sound is half a desolate dusk, and half is a low singing sorrow.

The desolate and mournful sound of the flute swirled in the carriage, too heavy to be carried away by the wind, and the wisps seeped into the silent soil. The sun is gone, and the beautiful flowers in the day are covered with a layer of decaying blue-black dark veil, and the petals are scattered weakly, and the prosperity of a lifetime has come to an end.

A slight breeze blew, but it couldn't lift the drowsy silence.

The sound of the flute infected the surrounding nature, exuding a sense of death, and the grass and trees in the field began to wither and turn yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Night was about to fall, and the kingfisher on the branches let out a mournful cry, and its small life could not bear this strong death intent, and its soul was gradually drawn out of its shell. Sensing that life was about to pass away, it let out a desperate cry from its mouth, and flapped its wings desperately, chasing after the last ray of sunlight left in the western mountains. However, after a withered flute, the darkness of despair covered the sky, and the remaining warmth faded, and the withered wings gradually waved and slid weakly. The only bit of greenery in its eyes was buried in the darkness in an instant.

As the object of this funeral requiem, Qin Yan couldn't help but clench his fists. His face was flushed, he was panting and sweating profusely. It is precisely because this world is not subject to human will that after losing his spiritual power, he can no longer resist this soul-grabbing music, and he is dazed and immersed in it, sad and sad, unable to extricate himself.

The sound of the flute came one after another, like a banshee crying at night, like an old ape's mournful cry, which is also a portrayal of Yu Hanyan's true mood. Hopeless, heartbroken. In addition to Qin Yan, who was deeply trapped in this painful dream, there was also herself.

The internal force is surging in the body, impacting the meridians in waves, even if it is just a trickle, the power after the storm is not trivial. Qin Yan's meridians are so-called broad and strong, which is also relative to the power of order. When the internal forces are driven to the point where they are out of control, it is too easy to destroy a human body.

Qin Yan punched the thick trunk of the tree, and the anti-shock force made him spurt out a large mouthful of blood, and his body couldn't help but tremble. The sound of music poured into his ears, and the mental depression had made him unable to care about the pain of his body, and he fell to the ground, only to feel as if even his soul would float out of his body, and disperse into the boundless night with the sound of the wind and flute. His body rolled involuntarily, and he hit the tree all of a sudden, and the sudden sharp pain and dizziness brought him a brief moment of lucidity.

No, I can't die yet! Young Master Ben is a man who wants to pursue the ten thousand laws of the world and exhaustively study the ultimate of the Great Dao, how can he die here so easily!

He struggled to his feet, wrapped his hands around the thick trunk, and opened his mouth to let out a terrible roar: "Ah————hhhhhh

The roar shook the branches and leaves in the air, but it could not break through the shackles of the flute. However, just after this roar, there was a warmth that arose from the sea of knowledge, and in an instant, it was like the first bloom of the ice lotus of the snow-capped mountain, reflecting the incomparably clear and crystalline brilliance into my heart. He immediately came to his senses, letting the faint sound of the flute blow in his ears, and was no longer affected by it.

Spiritual power, he finally felt the presence of spiritual power again. Although it was only an extremely weak wisp, it was enough for him to cast the "Search God Spell" to isolate the charm of the flute, and the internal force of the disorder in his body gradually calmed down. He let go of his hands, didn't care about patting the dust on his body, strode into the carriage, and saw Yu Hanyan's eyes playing the flute, his heart was nameless, he reached out and grabbed the jade flute from her mouth, and shouted angrily: "Yu Hanyan, do you want to kill me?"