The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

First of all, there are formations, fine wine, and the way of alchemy. Chu Heng in front of him seems to be omnipotent. Thinking of these, Huang Laoxie couldn't help but feel a little dumb. He didn't know how to describe Chu Heng's evil spirit. . kuuhuu

At the same time, Huang Laoxie also developed some interest in Chu Heng.

The so-called chess meets the opponent, will meet the good talent, that's all.

Suddenly, without knowing it, Huang Laoxie developed a fighting spirit towards Chu Heng.

Immediately, with a twist in his heart, he moved his hand, and he grabbed the jade flute held by his waist in his hand.

With a flick of his hand, the jade flute in his hand exuded a burst of crystal luster, and it was obvious at a glance that it was not ordinary.

Afterwards, Huang Laoxie's eyes also had a touch of deep light.

"There is wine here, and the time is considered leisure. Why don't you and I play a song alone, what do you think?" Huang Laoxie seemed very interested.

And before Chu Heng could speak, the general

The jade flute in his hand was also placed near his mouth and began to blow.

a while.

The melodious voice was transmitted here, and it floated in this room, and even spread in this garden.

When such a scene unfolded slowly, the incomparably moving melody, as well as the extremely vicissitudes and elegance, naturally surrounded Huang Laoxie with the appearance of strands of syllables. .

At this time, Huang Laoxie seemed to be no longer the eccentric and changeable person, nor the conscientious person, but a profound scholar who understood the world and understood the ancient laws.

Listening to the melodious Wubi timbre, Chu Heng enjoyed it greatly.

It has to be said that everything in the world, as long as it is good, can bring people an absolute impact, whether it is visual, psychological, or spiritual.

But at this moment, Huang Laoxie in front of him has undoubtedly accomplished this scene.

And amidst this, Chu Heng could even feel the occasional fluctuations of true energy.

The flowers in the garden seem to be affected, and some of them sway.

There is a little sonic method in it.

Seeing this, Chu Heng immediately understood what Huang Laoxie was thinking.

I also want to laugh at Huang Laoxie's aggressive character.

But since Huang Laoxie is interested, Chu Heng will naturally not be that spoiler.

Immediately, she got up gently, walked to the desk with a guqin more than ten steps away, and sat down slowly.

As the hands move lightly, sometimes touching or brushing the strings, the sound of the silk strings trembles, like the buzzing of a bird, beautiful, beautiful, and so soft and gentle Open room.

Just such a simple touch, the syllables coming from the strings, have a feeling that makes people's taste buds open, and the senses are also boiling.

While playing, his fingering is also a bit mysterious, and the sound waves are also coming out.

And Huang Laoxie who heard this sound also showed some rare surprise on his face.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and the interest in his eyes became even more intense.

Afterwards, the melody played by Huang Laoxie suddenly changed and became a little hurried. His sound waves were like turbulent waves, and they kept pressing on Chu Heng.

As for this change, Chu Heng stood as still as an old pine, and played the tune at a leisurely pace.

The tune is still soft and slow.

But just when those sound waves continuously emerged from midair and pressed towards Chu Heng.

Chu Heng just closed his eyes with the playing and opened them suddenly, and at the same time opened his lips lightly.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain"

With the opening of the first sentence, although the melody of the melody has not changed, there are taps between the fingers one after another, and an invisible barrier seems to appear beside Chu Heng to stop the sound waves that keep coming one by one. .

Chapter 460 "Joining the Army", Huang Laoxie who took the initiative to speak

Seeing this, Huang Laoxie couldn't help being surprised for a while, and then poured more zhenqi into the jade flute, and the sound of the flute became more urgent. kuuhuu

Those invisible sound waves suddenly fell towards Chu Heng like a waterfall.

But for all of this, Chu Heng didn't seem to realize it, and felt a sense of calmness.

Movements and expressions are indifferent and gentle, and the poems are slowly spit out from the mouth.

Or thick, or light, or cold, or hot, or majestic.

At the same time, the "Tianlong Bayin" fingering is also integrated into the fingering.

Accompanied by the poems in Chu Heng's mouth at this moment, it is extraordinarily harmonious.

The distribution of such rhythms made the surrounding area seem to be an explosion field of sound quality.

However, this seems to be an extremely simple rhythm, but Fangcai Chu Heng has become a little mysterious here.

Each word and the music that is constantly recalled seem to spread out continuously as sound waves.

Huang Laoxie's sonic attacks were easily defeated one by one.

"The lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."

"The yellow sand wears the golden armor in a hundred battles"