Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

"No rush! There is still something to do before then." Seeing Ma Xianhong's loose mouth, Meng Lang didn't have much joy on his face.

"What's the matter?" Ma Xianhong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Meng Lang waved his hand calmly: "It's a small matter, I'll discuss it with Mr. Ma after I settle it later."

With that said, he turned his head to look at Zhuge Dali and Feng Baobao, and whispered through a voice transmission:

"Baby, Dali, Ma Xianhong's soul has been tampered with, and I will use the soul cleansing method to help him remove those hidden dangers. During this period, he may go crazy and attack everyone. You two are responsible for stopping him. Be careful. "

The little girl looked puzzled, and asked through voice transmission: "Then can't you knock him out first and then cleanse his soul?"

"No way~" Meng Lang shrugged, "My exercises are not specifically aimed at the soul. I can only help him relieve his soul troubles by stimulating his own active spirit. He needs to stay awake during the period."

Meng Lang, who has read the original work of Under One Person, knows very well that Ma Xianhong's soul was manipulated by Qu Tong, the biggest behind-the-scenes boss in the world of flowers and aliens, and his nominal sister, Qu Tong, who used one of the eight magic skills to make a part of him Memory is false and incomplete.

What Meng is going to use at this time is the original song of the Technical College Department. Playing it can not only keep away insects, rats, mosquitoes, and ants, but also keep away evil spirits and evil spirits.

Although this song was not originally intended to heal wounds and exorcise evil spirits, it is not a big problem to help someone like Ma Xianhong, who is extremely strong-willed, get rid of the control of both hands.

"Oh, okay~"

Seeing that the two girls were ready, Meng Lang smiled slightly, and stretched out one hand in mid-air to support...

Immediately, the cold air in the sky whizzed and turned into a whirlwind into his palm, and a nine-stringed Yaoqin made of ice crystals appeared out of thin air.

"Go!"

While speaking, Meng Lang showed off his piano and began to play amidst the radiant special effects.

This tune is so soft to the ears of the few people in the room, like a person sighing softly, or like the morning dew moistens the petals, and the morning breeze blows the willow branches.

As soon as the melody came out, the elegant and leisurely sound of the piano sounded softly in the wooden house.

Ma Xianhong didn't know why at the beginning, he just felt that there seemed to be a clear spring flowing slowly through his body, gently pouring into his limbs and bones, and his body floated lightly, as if floating on the clouds.

But then, a stabbing pain from the soul suddenly came out of his mind, and the pain made Ma Xianhong fall to the ground with his head in his arms with an "ow".

……

ps: second update

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Chapter 3 Seventy Gao Erzhuang: Sister Dali is so lucky!

Five minutes later, the head of Biyou Village lived next to the ruins.

The members of the health brigade who came after hearing the sound confronted the villagers of Biyou Village far away, and an interesting scene happened between the two groups of people.

Wearing a decent suit, Meng Lang sat cross-legged in mid-air with a smile on his face, his expression calm and calm, despite Newton's incompetent spirit in the sky being furious.

On his knees was a crystal-clear white nine-stringed Yaoqin, and when he played it lightly, the elegant and harmonious sound of the piano seemed to come from the nine heavens, which made people stop.

The senses that this piano sound brings to everyone are very wonderful, it comes suddenly and inexplicably, it is carefree but not like the taste of the world.

Under the man who looked like a banished fairy in troubled times, Ma Xianhong, with red eyes and furious anger, was waving all his belongings and chasing a petite and lovely girl with short hair.

And Zhuge Dali, who was being chased and attacked by him, had already brought into full play the characteristics of dodging and moving to the extreme at this time. Like her boyfriend, he was working tirelessly to slap Newton in the face.

I saw that the little girl's body fluctuated like a faint light and shadow, and she was always able to escape unscathed in the cracks of the opponent's attack, retreating like a god, and the powerful magic weapons in Ma Xianhong's hands were also dealt with through her careful analysis. Lost its original function——

The Wudou armor worn on the hands and feet can break mountains and break rocks, but it can't touch people.

Shaking the divine bell with the magic weapon in his hand could have shaken the soul, but at this time it was entangled by a strand of wind rope, making it difficult to make a sound.

As for the Magical Artifacts that had appeared in Zhao Haitang's hands before, such as Kukonghou and Tianzhu, it was not worth mentioning. Ma Xianhong, who had lost his mind, even performed worse than Zhao Haitang at the Songshan Conference.

The only thing that gave Zhuge Dali a headache was another flying magic weapon that looked like an iron ball with strange black and red patterns on it - Daotun Beast.

During the time just now, the little girl dodged while feinting and probing, and finally roughly analyzed the function of Daotun Beast.

'Troublesome, this thing can absorb the qi in the opponent's body or the moves released during the battle, and the closer the distance seems to be, the greater the suction power will be. ' Zhuge Dali thought secretly in his heart, and a drop of cold sweat couldn't help sliding down his forehead.

Originally, the biggest shortcoming of the little girl was that her practice days were short and she didn’t have enough energy. Even eating half a flat peach before just changed her skill from “extremely poor” to “very poor”, and did not solve her lack of battery life. The problem.

But in this kind of battle where delaying time is the top priority, Ma Xianhong, who needs to avoid and guide Ma Xianhong from running out of the range of the piano sound, has gradually felt a little exhausted under the interference of Daotun Beast.

Feng Baobao stared at his big black and round eyes, holding up the sugarcane and chewing sweetly: "Guameier, why don't I help you?"

Zhuge Dali heard the words, while calmly dodging Ma Xianhong's threatening offensive, he said quickly:

"Sister Bao'er, I took the initiative to take over the work today, so I won't bother you. Can I trouble you to bring me the tool bag I put in the RV?"

"Oh! Kuo Yi!" Gua Po Niang nodded naively, "Looks like a bag embroidered with Q version of Meng Lang?"

Zhuge Dali blushed slightly, nodded lightly and said, "Yes, that's the one! Sorry to trouble you~"

"Get it!"

Seeing Baobao Feng turn around and run back to the RV to pick up his things, Zhuge vigorously raised his head to look in Meng's direction, and asked loudly, "Meng Lang, how long will it take you to heal Village Chief Ma's injury?"

The purpose of the little girl's asking this sentence was not only to ask Meng Lang the specific time for the delay, but also to explain to the Biyou villagers the reason why Ma Xianhong suddenly went crazy.

Meng Lang who was in the air smiled helplessly when he heard the words.

"Dali, I have some bad news to tell you... Mr. Ma's soul has obviously been tampered with more than once, and it is very difficult to repair."

"How long is it big?"

"At most 30 minutes."

After hearing Meng Lang's estimate, the little girl did a quick silent calculation and found that even based on the most optimistic estimate, she could only last for less than 28 minutes.

Gritting his teeth, Zhuge Dali showed a look of unwillingness on his face, and looked up at Meng again: "Can you think of a way to be faster?"

rash:

How are you talking, girl?

Can a man's mouth say no?

Can you call it fast when it comes to men?

"Of course! Can it be done in 15 minutes?"

With that said, Meng Lang silently mobilized the golden liquid immortal qi in the Niwan Palace.

In the next second, after a sudden shift in the tone of the piano, Meng's body suddenly emitted a multicolored glow that was more dazzling than the sun, and the speed at which his fingers plucked the strings suddenly accelerated.