out of time

Chapter 302
time flies.

On this night when Xu Qing found the place where Xuanyouzong was located, there were still two days away, the starry sky was bright, the sky was full of stars, the moonlight was bright and clear, and the moonlight was like a curtain.

From a distance, the night sky is vast, the earth is quiet, the stars and moonlight blend and circulate, and the ice condenses into clouds, filling the world.

On the French boat, there was a melodious flute sound.

It is no longer a humming sound, but it has a rhythm and a tune, and it also contains a sense of killing that is different from the sound of Zixuan Shangxian's flute.

This meaning comes from the fast-paced melody, like gold and iron horses, fighting in all directions, but soon the music changes again, as if the war is over, after seeing the bones all over the ground, the surviving people look at the sky, and there is an inexplicable understanding of the world. Many doubts.

The meaning of confusion is becoming more and more connoted. At the same time, it seems that the person playing the flute has integrated his whole thoughts into the sound of the flute, which keeps echoing.

It's just that if all of these fall into the ears of people who are familiar with flute music, it is easy to hear the jerkyness of the music, and know that this is a beginner's performance.

But it is obvious that happiness comes from the heart, and it is not difficult to learn it, at least, in Xu Qing's place, it is like this.

At this moment, he is wearing a purple gold-encrusted Taoist robe, with an emerald green willow flute in his hand, and the hem of the cross-legged middle Taoist robe is scattered on the deck. His long hair flutters in the wind, and the moonlight contrasts with it, like haze.

In particular, his brows are like swords, his eyes are deep, his eyes are slightly sunken, and the willow flute in front of his lips covers half of his delicate and demon face. Combined with his slender hands on the left willow flute, most people can see , will praise the beautiful boy.

And the way he plays earnestly, reveals an indescribable charm, making Zixuan Shangxian, who is leaning on a chaise longue chair made of thousand-year-old Yunxia wood, leaning on one side of his black temple with one hand, open and close slightly. There was a strange light in his eyes.

The glow is getting stronger, and the sound of the flute is getting chaotic.

Xu Qing chose to close her eyes.

For him, this period of time was an indescribable grind. He had never experienced anything like it, and he didn't know how to deal with it, so besides meditating, he focused more on this new experience. knowledge learned.

For knowledge, Xu Qing has always been very respectful and eager to learn.

Just like when Seventh Master taught him to play chess, Xu Qing would occasionally have the chessboard in his mind afterwards.

At present, Xu Qing likes the flute sound taught by Shangxian Zixuan from the bottom of his heart. He is not a person who is good at words, and the flute sound can better allow him to express his thoughts in the world.

It's just that the gaze from Shangxian Zixuan made Xu Qing a little bit at a loss.

He couldn't understand the ancestor of Xuanyouzong.

I don't understand why the other party teases me.

He felt that at this level of cultivation, the appearance of flesh and blood was no longer important. In addition, during this period of time, he saw the opponent make seven shots.

Every time is an understatement, every time everything dissolves.

Death was on Zixuan Shangxian's finger, not a single drop of blood could be seen.

And the reason for the killing is sometimes because the other party wanted to die and radiated malice, but sometimes it was determined by Zixuan Shangxian's personal likes and dislikes.

For example, yesterday, a monk of a foreign race just glanced at her in mid-air, and the next moment, the strong man of the foreign race turned into flying ash and dissipated in the sky and the earth.

Every time at this moment, Xu Qing actually felt a little distressed about the soul, he needed 120 souls to suppress in the Dharma Aperture, but Xu Qing couldn't say anything about it.

At the same time, Xu Qing also saw some differences between Zixuan Shangxian and other people. She often had goodwill towards the poor and difficult small countries along the river, and often waved her hand to solve some mundane matters.

For example, they passed by a small country a few days ago. There were thieves haunting the country during this period, and it was difficult to find them. This matter is very common, and monks basically ignore it, but Zixuan Shangxian waved the thief out and disappeared. .

These made Zixuan Shangxian full of fog in Xu Qing's cognition.

And Zixuan Shangxian's temperament is also unpredictable, sometimes she is like a young girl, her happiness is written on her face, and she will get off the boat to pick it because she sees a beautiful flower on the mountain.

Sometimes she is full of sassyness again, drinking alcohol one after another, her blue hair fluttering and full of moonlight.

At other times, her body was so cold that she could kill her with a single strike.

Sometimes, a strong charm will appear on her body, and there will be an indescribable charm between her frown and smile, giving people a sense of various charms.

And Zixuan Shangxian was also gentle, every time Xu Qing made a mistake in the flute sound, the gentleness like water would emerge from her body, and she would softly inform Xu Qing and correct him.

Innocence, coldness, heroism, Jianghu, charm, gentleness... Xu Qing has never seen so many different temperaments in one person.

Until two days later, Xu Qing saw another temperament in Zixuan Shangxian.

That was when they arrived at Xuanyou Sect, under the incomparable panic and shock of this small sect, the dozen or so members of the entire sect greeted them with an unprecedented respectful attitude, Zixuan Shangxian looked at these people, and her eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence.

"Are you Xiao Yunzi?"

The old man who used to play tricks, his body trembled at this moment, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Reporting to the Immortal Xuanyou, the younger one is... Xiao Yunzi." The old man felt bitter in his heart, he looked at the Immortal Zixuan and the figure that had not changed in his memory.

Many thoughts and emotions flooded his heart. He still remembered that when he was a child, he followed Master and saw with his own eyes how obsessed Master was... But in the end, Luo Hua wanted to be ruthless. Back then, no one had successfully walked away. Enter the world of this Zixuan Shangxian.

"Take me to your master's grave." On Zixuan Shangxian's body, the years obviously left no traces, but at this moment, compared with the old man, the years seemed to have left a breath.

Xu Qing silently followed, and soon led by the old man, they arrived at the backyard of Xuanyouzong, where there was a lonely grave, and a willow tree in front of the grave, shaking in the wind, seemed to be filled with spirits, because of Zixuan's arrival And excited.

Shangxian Zixuan walked a few steps closer, looked at the tomb, sighed softly, and spoke to Xu Qing.

"My old friend is a good man."

Xu Qing remembered what he knew about the past, and didn't speak.

The old man beside him was full of emotion.

Not long after, Xu Qing and Zixuan Shangxian left.

Before leaving, Shangxian Zixuan asked Xuanyouzong if he was willing to leave here and join the alliance. The old man Xuanyouzong was very moved, but in the end he looked at the grave and shook his head politely. The undercurrent can always be drawn by them.

Immortal Zixuan agreed to this matter, and personally arranged a formation here, and then stood on Xu Qing's magic boat, and went away with the boat.

The way back is always faster than when they came. When Xu Qing's flute sound became more refined, they were getting closer to the Eight Sects Alliance.

Until the evening of this day, when there was still half an hour away from the alliance, and even the Forbidden Sea could be seen from a distance, sitting on the rail of the boat, the whole person seemed to be the Zixuan Shangxian who was about to blend into the sunset, and spoke softly.

"Xu Qing, play that piece of music, I want to hear it."

Xu Qing crossed his knees and closed his eyes, recalled some memories, picked up the willow flute and put it to his mouth, in this dusk, the sound of the flute played leisurely.

With the meaning of the rivers and lakes, it tells the joys and sorrows of a lifetime, and everything turns into a pot of dirty wine in the end.

In solitude, drink in one gulp.

Alliance, here we come.

"This song is called Li Shang, and it was created by me in recent years." In the afterglow, Zixuan Shangxian stood on the bow of the boat, looking ahead, the wind blew her black hair, and her clothes fluttered in the air, as if her whole body was shaking. Gone with the wind.

At this moment, that sense of loneliness seems to have penetrated all the surface layers, and was slowly blown out by the wind, permeating the surroundings, and also condensed in the eyes of Shangxian Zixuan.

When she got deeper and deeper, she looked back at Xu Qing, there seemed to be a deep pool in her eyes, as if she wanted to firmly remember Xu Qing's appearance, and finally, she smiled softly.

Xu Qing raised his head and looked at Shangxian Zixuan.

"There were a lot of people who gave me gifts back then, and there were more than 100 flutes alone. I forgot who gave this willow flute, but I like this flute very much. My little friend, thank you for accompanying me all the way. Let me give it to you."

Zixuan Shangxian picked up the jug, took a sip, and shook his beautiful hair. With an indescribable heroic posture and inexhaustible gallantry, he stepped into the sky with every step, walking farther and farther.

Xu Qing looked down at the flute in his hand, and looked up at Zixuan Shangxian who was heading towards the Xuanyouzong. An indescribable thought appeared in his heart.

After a long time, he took a deep breath, cupped his fists and bowed, and controlled the magic boat to return to the seven blood pupils.

At the same time, on the Xuanyou Sect, Zixuan Shangxian dressed in white, with a three-point happy mood, a five-point sigh, and two separations, returned to the high tower, standing there, she looked in the direction of Qi Xuetong , for a long time, whispering softly.

"If you were born a hundred years earlier..."

"So what?" A gentle man's voice came from behind Shangxian Zixuan, the leader of the Eight Sects Alliance in a blue shirt, walked out of nothingness, came to Shangxian Zixuan, and looked at Qi Xue Hitomi.

"If he had been born a hundred years earlier, junior sister, believe it or not, he would be a skeleton now."

"Or, the current him can also become a skeleton." Saying this, the leader of the Eight Sects Alliance turned his head and looked at Zixuan Shangxian tenderly.

"Do you dare?" Shangxian Zixuan said lightly with a cold expression.

The leader of the Eight Sects Alliance stared at Shangxian Zixuan, smiled and shook his head after a while.

"My alliance is so arrogant, how can I do harm to you. But junior sister, although I am afraid of the life soul left by your master, but... your lifespan is about to run out, and it is really a little bit difficult to find the light you need at this time. sad."

"Banjiazi's lifespan will pass in a flash, but he won't be able to mend the Dao with you if he doesn't come to Lingcang. After all, you... still have to face the choice between life and death."

"I'll ask you again next month." The leader of the Eight Sect Alliance smiled slightly, his body slowly dissipating.

(End of this chapter)