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The three of them were all soldiers because of their precious treasures. In the wilderness where there are piles of withered grass, it is difficult to see a single person. Who would be so interested in running to this field with a piano in their arms to face the dead trees and birds? Arty?

Suddenly there was a chuckle in the dead silence, like a low growl like a ghost coming from the underground of Huangquan.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the real martial arts order would be brought into the world by a little girl." The voice was very yin and yang, and it was creepy to hear, as if afraid that others would not know that it was a ghost, "But it's good, save it If it falls into the hands of those old guys, it will take a lot of effort to grab it. Girl, give me that brand, and I will never hurt a single hair of you."

That strange tone came from all directions, obviously the visitor had high martial arts and deep internal energy, suddenly a gust of cool wind passed by, sweeping away the swaying bushes in front of him, and a sitting person appeared, with a shape like There is a guqin in a dignified way.

Seeing this situation, Fuqi's expression sank almost immediately: "Tianqin Pavilion?"

It stands to reason that Tianqin Pavilion was wiped out a few years ago, and most of this was done by Qi Yutang. It is indeed a bad thing that there are so many powerful people left in this surviving sect.

Encounter road is narrow, today is either you die or I live, but this guy doesn't seem to recognize him.

"Unexpectedly, there are still people in this Jianghu who can recognize the twelve-stringed qin of Tianqin Pavilion." The person who concealed his appearance laughed to himself, "I think this little brother should also know what Tianqin Pavilion is for. ..."

Fu Qi's expression changed immediately, and he almost shouted: "Paint your attention! Don't listen to the piano!"

But before his words fell, the man's zither sounded, and between his ten fingers provoking up and down, he attacked the three of them with the majestic momentum of thousands of troops.

Tianqin Pavilion has always been good at bewitching people's hearts, creating hallucinations or directly hitting people's hearts. This kind of injury from the inside out is undoubtedly the most terrifying. I think Qi Yutang almost came out when he participated in the encirclement and suppression of Tianqin Pavilion. As a result of the battle, Tianqin Pavilion was destroyed, but Qi Yutang also lost one-third of the assassins and most of them were seriously injured.

If there were still people who cooperated with Tianqin Pavilion's piano sound to fight against, then Qi Yutang's business would be lost to his family.

Among the three of them, Ruoqing and Su Yuehua are too weak, obviously they won't be able to last for too long, they must be rehabilitated quickly, at least let the damn piano sound stop.

So Fuqi gritted his teeth and struggled, a slight double image appeared in front of his eyes, he drew out the scimitar with a wave of his right hand, gathered the internal force in his body and swept it towards the person playing the piano.

The fellow smiled when he saw him coming with a knife, the sound of the zither under his hands suddenly beat like a drum, and he shot out with internal energy between his fingers.

He raised his backhand to block it, and approached the man vigorously with all his strength. The scimitar in his hand shone coldly and slashed at his shoulder. The player who played the piano took a step back as soon as the scimitar was supported by the dulcimer, but the other hand never stopped. .

The pianos of Tianqin Pavilion are generally made of special wood, and such a cut will only leave a nick, and it will not hurt any fur.The qin player seemed to be very proud, stretched out his slender four fingers to pluck the qin three times, and a wave of internal energy visible to the naked eye directly attacked the restored face.

Fu Qi pursed his lips and had to take a step back to avoid the blow, and then supported the ground with one hand, and dodged the second internal force with a backflip, but it was difficult to prevent his arm from passing by, and a deep gash was opened on it. That line of blood splashed quickly on the ground, leaving a random stroke.

"Ah Qi...!" Ruoqing was very worried when she saw the blood, but she could only grit her teeth and watch, rushing up with her skill would only cause trouble for that person.

Fu Qi didn't care to tap the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, then took a step back suddenly, spread his legs and showed a posture of preparing to dive, his breathing gradually slowed down, until he knew it was undetectable, and then disappeared.

The person playing the piano was restrained by Fu Qi's hand, but he also recognized the identity of the person who fought against him. Just by hearing the sound, he knew how out of control he was.

"...It turned out to be Qi Yutang's offal!! Come out for me!!!"

Losing the trace of the enemy in a fight is undoubtedly fatal. Although the man lost his mind, he has experienced a lot of battles. Now his way of playing the guqin is different immediately. He uses five fingers to hook and play The action is very rough.

The sound of the piano suddenly changed from pleasant to piercing. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have guessed that it was actually a magic sound made by strings. What people think.

Su Yuehua almost rolled her eyes when she heard it, it was already the limit to use her whole body to resist the sound of the piano, if this person conspired with others, the three of them would have no choice but to catch them.

But the girl felt uncomfortable and finally moved her mind in this numb state, twitching and reaching out to find the place where the things were hidden on her body, and then shook her hands with all her strength: "... idiot! Look at the hidden weapon!"

The reason why a hidden weapon is called a hidden weapon is that it must be released quietly to hurt people invisibly, but the hidden weapon is still called so loudly, it seems that it is to directly scare the enemy and his own people to death. Su Yuehua is probably the only one in the Jianghu Such a wonderful thing.

However, this trick was very effective. The player who played the piano was stunned for a moment, and he plucked the strings with one hand to block the few darts that were lacking in strength. There was a burst of coolness, and a big knife suddenly slashed.

"Dang!" How could the knife that Fu Qi swung at the right time return in vain, seeing the guqin that was indeed used as a shield, he lowered his waist and quickly changed direction, raising and lowering the knife in his hand.

"Pa-ta!" The seven strings on the guqin were cut off with a knife, leaving a very forceful knife mark on the surface of the qin.

"...Hmm!" The person who played the qin knew that his biggest support was gone, so he took a few steps back, carried the qin to perform lightness kung fu, and fled quickly up the hillside.

Fuqi stood on the spot and watched the figure go away, and after a while he staggered and fell to the ground, Su Yuehua took a big breath and helped Ruoqing to walk over a few steps: "How are you?"

"...It's not a serious problem. I need to adjust my breath on the spot when my internal strength is exhausted." Fu Qi frowned, crossed his legs and began to adjust his breath. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. He can only be safe if he recovers as soon as possible and brings Ruoqing to the martial arts leader.

It's just... How did these cult members know that Ruoqing had a token on her body?There are only a few insiders, who leaked their secrets?

This is the depth of the floating lotus wall, and no one will set foot on it on weekdays.

An octagonal pointed pavilion is looming in the thick fog, but the sound of silk zither is faintly heard in this seemingly lifeless forest, which adds a strangeness to the floating lotus wall that is supposed to be feared by outsiders.

The man playing the qin was sitting in the pavilion dressed in green, and the sound of the qin came out slowly from the fingers with well-articulated joints gently pinching and twirling.

It didn't take long for a few figures to emerge from the mist like ghosts, respectfully half-knelt in front of the piano player, lowered their heads slightly and said in unison with a serious expression: "My lord."

The lingering rhyme of the sound of the piano has not disappeared, but the master has stopped.Li Wanshu put his hands back and stood up, but his eyes did not look at his half-kneeling subordinates, but he looked at the sky with a dull and heavy rain about to come: "...Let's go."

However, as soon as his words fell, a gust of extremely strong wind suddenly broke through the air from the foggy place in front of him. They found that this thing had already reached Li Wanshu when they found it.

Compared to his subordinates, Li Wanshu only frowned slightly, the strong wind almost brushed his face, this obvious move to attract his attention made him pause.

"Young master!" The person at the front was Ah Ling, one of the stewards of the village. Seeing her master being attacked, her first reaction was not to chase after her, but to look up and ask Li Wanshu what he meant, because she carefully found that Li Wanshu didn't seem to have any The action to counter.

Li Wanshu waved his hand, meaning there is no need to chase after him, then he pulled out the dart nailed into the stake behind him, spread out the paper wrapped around it, and read it carefully. His pupils suddenly exploded with an unconcealable light, and even the expression of his entire face changed a bit.

"...Master?" Ah Ling looked suspiciously at Li Wanshu who seemed to be about to go out.

This has all been withdrawn, where else will he go?Why don't you follow everyone?

"Don't take the original road, go west, bypass those villages, go out across the Yanxun River, don't wait for me, I still have something to do." After finishing speaking, he walked out without looking back. , seems to be in a hurry to do something.

Due to the persistent fog in the floating lotus wall, the humidity is heavier than that of any surrounding area, so the occasional lingering rain is also a major feature of this valley.

Luo Xingyun frowned slightly, looking up at the rainy weather that made him feel a little uncomfortable, of course he wasn't bothered that he would get wet from the rain, the rainy weather wouldn't hinder people like them who had the inner strength to avoid the rain .

What bothered him was a very simple and inevitable thing, that is... he lost his way.Although he had stayed in this valley for a period of time, he still lost to this natural maze without a leader.

Just as he was considering whether to try to forcefully break through a path with some effort, a slight sound attracted his attention, and with his keen perception, he immediately found someone approaching him.

Now in this floating lotus wall, it can be said that fish and dragons are really mixed, good and evil factions are both good and evil, and the elite soldiers of the imperial court are all wandering around in this weird place looking for fights, but he, Luo Xingyun, who is neither embarrassing nor embarrassing I don't want to meet either side.

The unidentified person's footsteps are also very strange, walking unhurriedly like a spring outing, maybe he regards this place as his own backyard?

Just as he narrowed his eyes and vigilantly guessed who the bearer was, a plain oiled paper umbrella bumped into his field of vision without warning, piercing into his eyes, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrink.

"Ayun." The visitor called him softly, and there seemed to be an unbelievable joy in his eyes, and he walked towards him in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

...It's him.

Luo Xingyun's light-colored eyes flickered slightly, and his face showed a rare bit of obvious embarrassment. He almost subconsciously took a step back and turned around to leave, but the next moment his wrist was pulled by another warm hand He stopped, the strength of that hand was so strong that he couldn't break free all at once.

"...Does this mean that you can't let me go? But you came and avoided me. Is it really so...difficult to let you stay?"

Luo Xingyun froze all over, he didn't know when he gave up using his internal strength to resist the rain, the rain began to wet his clothes, hair, and even his heart drop by drop.

He didn't dare to turn his head back, because he didn't know what expression to use to face it.

"...I think I made it clear enough that night..."

"Then why...why do you still treat me like this? I was thinking of you, Qi Yutang's assassin, a heartless murderer. I said I like you. If you don't accept it, don't accept it if you don't accept it." If you run away, I will pretend that you really disdain my sincerity." Li Wanshu paused, and then said, "But you will take the knife for me, fight with me, and listen to my nonsense. Help me, I'm not blind."

"After you left, I thought about it for a long time. You really can't stay here forever, just... just use my power to attack the cult's main altar and rescue your father?"

"But your goal is his life." Luo Xingyun frowned, couldn't help but turn around and said, "Am I waiting here for you to attack the cult and kill him in front of me? Li Wanshu, why do you trap me In a dilemma?"

"...No, I'm just, just not reconciled." Li Wanshu raised his head, a drop of rain just fell on the corner of his eyes and fell down, he smiled wryly but seemed to be crying, "I know I'm greedy, but how many people live There is no selfishness in this world, some people live more freely than me, they can afford it and let it go, but I..."

This man's black eyes in front of Luo Xingyun were full of stubbornness, but his face was full of hesitation and anxiety.

"But I can't let go of a little bit, because that's all I have, unique in this life, and I... only have so much left."

Li Wanshu let go of his hand suddenly, and smiled at Luo Xingyun.

"If you are really angry," he continued, "a life for a life, you kill me with a sword, how about it?"

Luo Xingyun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at the man for a long time before holding back a sentence: "...you are such a lunatic, how can I, Luo Xingyun, be so... let you pay back a life?"

"Haha, yes! I'm a lunatic." Li Wanshu gritted his teeth and said, "I'm a poor bastard whose head has been bitten by the grievances and grievances of the Jianghu generation after generation and who can't break free for the rest of his life! That's why I envy you, Ayun, you can fight My life keeps crawling outside this sad circle, but since I was born and raised in this circle since I was a child, I can only pretend to be happy and sharpen my head to drill into the inner layer of this circle!"

He couldn't escape and couldn't get away, there were so many pairs of eyes looking at him around him, there were disdain, expectations and malicious intentions in those eyes, there were so many, so many eyes, as if he was born for this.

Taking a step back, he gave up his hatred and all his involvement, and he might not be able to grow up alive at all.

He felt that growing up in such a contradictory environment, the calm and calm self seemed ridiculous and pathetic.

Luo Xingyun's fingers moved slightly, at this moment he couldn't help but want to reach out and hug this person who kept saying he liked him, even if he could only give this person a little bit, some comfort.

But he didn't move in the end.

Because he knew very well that this was a bet that was doomed to no chance of winning, so he dared not place it.

The rain seemed to be falling harder, which fascinated people's eyes.

Li Wanshu looked up at the person standing in front of him.

Luo Xingyun stood there unmoved, like a stone statue without sadness or joy.

He suddenly felt an unexplained coolness seeping into his body from head to toe, but what hurt was his heart.

He couldn't tell whether this person's kindness to him was a big dream of his age that turned black and white.

Maybe...he had never really read this man's heart.