I Jianghu

Even though there were no obstacles along the way, the Tianyuan Mountains were extremely steep and the Wulin League had a huge team. With only one path up the mountain, it still took a lot of time.

The melodious sound of the piano resounded in the mountains and forests without warning, sometimes melodious and melodious, sometimes passionate, as if to encourage them, it sounded extremely comfortable.The sound of the zither clearly came from Tianyuan City, the members of the Demon Cult, who can encourage them, or even welcome their arrival?

Tu Jin's footsteps faltered, one foot was on the mountain steps, and he was slightly lost in the direction of the top of the mountain.A scene that happened not long ago appeared in front of my eyes...

["What were you looking at just now?"]

["Returning to Master, Yin Yan is looking at the strings."]

["You want strings? For what?"]

["Yin Yan said that there is a guqin in Tianyuan, and it is time to change the strings."]

Really...it's a good piano!

"Master", Xu Liang walked to Tu Jin's side, "The team behind sent someone to remind you, asking why you stopped." The team leading up the mountain was led by Tu Jin and his party. In case of any emergency, the team behind can retreat in time.Compared with Tian Yuan's Yin Yan's attitude, Tu Jin's chest suddenly felt a little cold. Did the enthusiasm for supporting justice in his youth fade away with time?But after thinking about it again, my current situation is inseparable from Yin Yan. Isn't that person's purpose just to drive him to a dead end and finally defect to Tianyuan? No matter how bad he is, he will never surrender to the Demon Cult!

Tu Jin continued to move forward, gritted his teeth, "Go!".

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Yin Yan stood far away on Tianyuan City, playing the guqin with one hand clearly and more smoothly.The sleeves of the clothes are flying, chic and comfortable.Looking at the crowd of black heads under Tianyuan City, and the familiar figure in front of the crowd, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.Until the end of the song, Yin Yan stopped pressing the strings that were still shaking slightly, and everyone climbed up Tianyuan Mountain smoothly.

Nangong Jue passed Tu Jin and stood at the front of the line, blocking Yin Yan's father from sight.

"Teacher, long time no see!"

There is no father in sight, and there is an annoying person more, Yin Yan can't help but look elsewhere, "I will save the polite words, Yin Yan will wait for a long time, I don't want to waste time."

Nangong Jue snorted coldly, "Tianyuan's energy is exhausted, do you still want to fight to the death?"

Yin Yan smiled faintly, "Don't resist, Yin Yan is here, you just go up and grab it."

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Jue didn't know how to respond, the gate of the city was wide open, and Yin Yan stood alone on the tower, how could he not feel suspicious.

While hesitating, Yin Yan said: "Everyone has worked hard on the mountain, Yin Yan, I will send you a song."

"Everyone, plug your ears!" Nangong Jue shouted.There is no precedent for killing people with the sound of the zither. As long as the internal force is poured into the unique strings, you can win thousands of miles and kill people invisible.The people who came here were all from the rivers and lakes, they were well versed in the truth, they were reminded by Nangong Jue, they put their hands on their ears, and mobilized their internal strength to resist.Only Tu Jin still stood quietly, looking up in the direction of Yin Yan.

The distance was too far, so I couldn't see each other clearly, but Yin Yan seemed to feel his father's gaze, smiled lightly, tapped his fingertips, and played the guqin in response.If I don't send it at this time, I'm afraid there will be no chance to send it.He does what he thinks, regardless of the reaction or appropriateness of others.

Tu Jin stood there dumbfounded, his eyes slightly opened, he knew this song, although he had never heard it before, but he knew this song!This is... the song composed by Yingluo and his lyrics!It was before their son's second birthday, and the two secretly thought about giving Yan'er a gift, saying that they would play it on his birthday, but a battle between good and evil made everything come to naught.Unexpectedly, the first time I listened to it, it was... You Yan'er popped it up with her own hands!

Tu Jin swayed slightly, Xu Liang quickly reached out to support him, his hands were away from his ears, but he didn't feel the slightest discomfort, only the melodious sound of the piano entered his ears.There was sweetness and happiness in that voice, as well as full of expectations. It can be seen that the person who composed the music must have put his heart into it.Although he has never heard of this song, it is very good!

More and more people feel strange and put down their hands, immersing themselves in the wonderful sound of the piano.Nangong Jue's face turned blue and red, and Tu Yin said, how dare he play tricks on him!He clenched his fists hard to hide all his hatred for Yin Yan.

Why are you playing this piece?In fact, there is no real meaning, Yin Yan just often listens to mother playing, sitting in the whispering room.At that time, my mother didn't like to talk much, she just played this piece of music quietly, over and over again, and she didn't seem to get bored.Yin Yan also likes this piece very much. He followed his mother and is familiar with music theory, so he can master it after listening to it.He knew that this piece actually had lyrics, but he dared not sing it.His mother sang it only once, and he remembered it once.However, when his mother found out that he was secretly playing and singing, she severely punished him.His mother told him to forget, so he really pretended that he had forgotten and never sang again.And my mother never sang again.Fortunately, his mother didn't stop him from playing this piece, and sometimes even told him to play it to her. At that time, Yin Yan seemed to be able to see the faint smile on his mother's face.

How could he use the music that his mother likes to kill people?

Why would it play?He just thought, father, maybe he would like it too...

At the end of the song, people will not leave. What should come will always come. Yin Yan put the Guqin aside, picked up Mo Xie who was leaning against the wall, and stood on the city wall in a single-clothes gown. "Here is Tianyuan, Yin Yan Also here." The clear voice, mixed with internal force, ran through the audience, as elegant as if inviting people to a banquet, "Wulin League, let's fight!"

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Facing the Martial Arts League with nearly a thousand people, Tianyuan has less than a hundred people left, all of whom are dead soldiers. Yin Yan only gave them an order to fight until they can no longer fight, including himself!For three whole days, corpses littered the field, Tianyuan was stained with blood, the Martial Arts Alliance lost more than half, and Tianyuan, only Yin Yan was left!

His plain clothes had long been stained red with blood, and there were enemies and his own in it.Just after the full moon, taking blood from the poisonous hair and sending internal energy to the mother, and seeing the father without a moment's rest, after all, it was a bit reluctant for the body that had just recovered from a long illness.But he said that he would fight for three days, and he really did it!

On the morning of the fourth day, when his father's go-getters were on Yin Yan's neck, he didn't resist any more, even though he was stabbed behind him by a kid who was eager to make a contribution, and the bones were deep, but he didn't seem to notice it, just staring at his father .

["Wulin League and Tianyuan, master, which side do you want to win?"]

Father, is this the result you want?Hidden words, here you are!

In the second battle between good and evil, Yinyan handed over the decisive power to Tu Jin. If it was his father's hope, if his father could really go to the Whispering Pavilion after victory, Yinyan felt that this battle was worth losing. .

The blood trickled down the corner of his lips to the general, as if it was so heavy that Tu Jin's hand holding the knife trembled a little.

Father and son looked at each other like this on the battlefield, Yin Yan's eyes were calm and relieved, only reflecting Tu Jin's bewilderment.Then in the next second, with a flash of his eyes, he fell heavily forward, and fell into his father's arms as he wished.

The game of gambling has already begun, and Yin Yan puts himself on the gamble, which is not enough. He still has a chip, a chip that may not be able to lose if he puts it on.

God, Yinyan prays with all I have, please let me—— win this bet!

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