wait until the fireworks cool off

And go.

One is sad and low-pitched, the other is quiet and empty, but the two flutes are unexpectedly in harmony. If someone who doesn't know it listens to it, they will think it is a pair of bosom friends.Sheng Xiaomo didn't move, only his clothes fluttered in the wind, but the bamboo leaves on the branches couldn't withstand the invisible twisting and sawing of the two forces, and they fell from the bamboo branches one after another, and every bamboo leaf was broken when dancing It turned into powder, fluttering like snow falling all over the sky.

Until the bamboo leaves were more than half a foot thick on the ground, the two flutes finally reconciled.Sheng Xiao panted lightly and quietly, sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, leaving an imperceptible trace.

The moonlight streamed out from the dark clouds, and amidst the rippling brilliance, a figure in white gradually appeared not far away.

The figure in white approached slowly, and it turned out to be a handsome young man.He held a ivory-white jade flute in his hand, his eyebrows were like daggers, his eyes were like cold stars, and he was born with an extraordinary appearance, but the smile on his face was somewhat sinister and arrogant, making it unpredictable.

Sheng Xiaomo looked at the person coming, and said in a calm tone, "I don't know where your Excellency is?"

"You don't know me, but I know you, Sheng Xiaomo." The man in white smiled.

"Your Excellency sent someone to send this, I don't know what it means? But have you seen my uncle?" Sheng Xiaomo took out the green bamboo flute, his tone was still calm, but his eyes were fixed on him.

"Your uncle? What the master said is very smooth." The man in white sneered.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

"Sheng Xiaomo, do you know that he is my master first, and then your uncle. If you are talking about seniority, you should call me senior brother."

The person in front of him spoke lightly and delicately, but every single word struck Sheng Xiaomo's ears like thunder.

"You...you are...Ying Yun?"

Ying Yun raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I didn't expect to know me, what a great honor."

"Elder Zhengde's murder was done by you?"

"Oh, that old bastard, it's nothing more than death. Why, isn't it just what you like? I heard that he made you miserable back then."

"He has his own rules and regulations for committing a crime. If you kill him privately, I'm afraid it may not be any better than him."

"School rules?" Ying Yun laughed loudly, "He has been rampant for hundreds of years, when did the door rules come into play? That kind of thing is always to restrain ordinary disciples."

Sheng Xiaomo was speechless, even though he was the head of Changliu, he also knew what Ying Yun said was true.Changliu has established the school for thousands of years, and the accumulated disadvantages are so deep that it cannot be eliminated in a short time.

After a pause for a while, he said gloomily, "What is the purpose of you asking me to come here?"

"I heard that your relationship with my master...is quite unusual," Ying Yun smiled ambiguously, "I just want to see how many pairs of eyebrows and eyes this little junior brother has, so that my master can be truly moved."

Sheng Xiaomo's heart tightened, and he couldn't figure out the meaning of his words for a while: "Master uncle told you? Where is he now?"

"He won't see you anymore."

"Why?"

"Because, he has promised me that he will go far away with me." Ying Yun raised a victorious smile and paused every word.

There was a moment of astonishment in Sheng Xiaomo's eyes, but the astonishment immediately turned into questioning: "You're lying, uncle wouldn't do that."

Ying Yun narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Really?"

"Uncle Shi is not such a person. If he really made such a choice, he would definitely tell me himself."

"Hundreds of years later, why do you think that he is willing to tell you personally? When he left Changliu, did he tell you personally?" Sheng Xiaomo shook his head and said firmly, "If uncle really wants to go with you , Why did you invite me here today, and tell me these false words? The only possibility is that you imprisoned him, and you came to spy on me on purpose. "

Ying Yun raised his eyebrows: "Sheng Xiaomo, I really underestimated you."

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"He is your master, how can you do this?"

"I can do whatever I like. How can it be your turn to talk about the matters between our master and apprentice?"

Sheng Xiaomo was furious: "If you dare to hurt him, I will never let you go."

But Ying Yun laughed out relaxedly.

"Really? Then let me tell you again, I have done everything you have done to him in the past few months..." As if worried that his description was not accurate enough, he deliberately took a step closer to him, his tone low and Ambiguous: "Day and night, endless..."

"You bastard!" Sheng Xiaomo could only feel his blood gushing, and he was angry. He waved his silver flute, and the fierce silver light pointed directly at his throat.

There was no trace of fear on Ying Yun's face, he just lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the white light in front of him.

Master, this will not count as my breach of the agreement...

The next moment he flew back, raised the jade flute in his hand, and a strong light slashed towards Sheng Xiaomo like lightning.Sheng Xiao stomped on the ground silently, her body had already evaded in the air, Yin Xiao took advantage of the situation to draw a silver barrier in the air, and shook the light back.

All of a sudden, in the bamboo forest, there was a burst of light, and the wind roared and electricity rang.Sheng Xiaomo and Ying Yun held flutes each, like a goshawk fighting a falcon, their spiritual power turned into hundreds of dazzling rays of light that converged and shot out, illuminating the pitch-black bamboo forest as bright as day.They were once taught by the same person, held almost the same weapons, and their moves were so similar, like a pair of twin brothers, even their hearts were entrusted to the same person.They became copies of each other and resented the resemblance.

However, despite the similarities, Sheng Xiaomo's reputation as the former Changliu Sanzun and the current Changliu's head is definitely not in vain. After a hundred moves, he gradually gained the upper hand, and the silver flute in his hand forced Ying Yun back again and again.However, at this moment, a black mist suddenly rolled up around Ying Yun, and he saw that the original white clothes had turned into a black cloak. Countless black wooden roots and vines covered the sky like a giant net, and his body exuded a black and blue devilish energy, looking like a spider crouching in the center of the net.

Sheng Xiaomo flew in the air, looking at him in disbelief.

Is this what he really looks like?

"Sheng Xiaomo, do you think you are invincible after my master granted you the Jue of Yu Xiao?" Ying Yun smiled arrogantly: "I will let you know who is his true direct disciple!"

Before he finished speaking, countless wooden vines rushed towards Sheng Xiaomo like a tide.Sheng Xiaomo's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately used his silver flute's power to block it.But the wooden vine seemed to be covered with a soul, and each had its own moves. In an instant, he felt as if he was fighting thousands of opponents at the same time.The wooden vine exuded black energy and was extremely strong, Sheng Xiaomo couldn't help it, so he simply condensed his true energy, and launched a blazing fire to counteract it with fire.

Ying Yun manipulated wood-type spells, while Sheng Xiaomo mastered fire spells because of his physique.The wooden vines caught fire and burned, billowing huge smoke and dust, and the offensive weakened for a while.

Ying Yun didn't seem to panic, but instead stretched more wooden vines into the raging fire.Where the wood and vines were burned, smoke and dust had surrounded Sheng Xiaomo.

No, this smoke is poisonous!

Sheng Xiaomo hastily breathed out, the silver flute blazed brightly, as if opening up the world and cutting a way out from the smoke and dust.Seeing the trick, Ying Yun manipulated the flaming wooden vines to wrap around him.A wooden vine suddenly hit his wrist, and Yin Xiao was sent flying, falling far behind Ying Yun.

The corners of Ying Yun's mouth curled up slightly, and everyone knew that a master's move would be a battle of the slightest.Now that he missed a move, he was afraid that he would lose the whole game.

More wooden vines surrounded Sheng Xiaomo's body like a giant cage, like new swallows weaving a nest.Sheng Xiaomo lost the opportunity, surrounded by the overwhelming wooden vines, she was already at a loss for escape.

Ying Yun's eyes flashed, and with a wave of his hand, all the wooden vines suddenly strangled to death in the direction of the center of the cage!I saw a burst of silver light rising, and blood flowed out little by little along the gaps in the wooden vines.

"It's over, Master Changliu..." There was an expected smile on the corner of Ying Yun's mouth.

The hanged wooden vines were slowly loosened layer by layer, and a silver flute was fixed in the air, and the silver light trembled slightly!

what?

"It's you who should end it..." A cold voice sounded from behind him.

Ying Yun turned around in astonishment, only to see that Sheng Xiaomo had appeared behind him, holding the green bamboo flute that the two of them were extremely familiar with, shining emerald green, like a flaming sword.

Pfft!

The flute had already pierced Ying Yun's chest.

Ying Yun spat out a mouthful of blood in disbelief, but looked at Sheng Xiaomo with deep confusion.

"you……"

It turned out that the flute that was knocked into the air just now was transformed into his true self.

"how come……"

With blood dripping from the corner of Sheng Xiaomo's mouth, his voice paused: "I haven't seen my uncle yet, how can I die?"

Ying Yun looked at the persistence in his eyes, and suddenly burst into a desolate laugh, laughing so hard that the world trembled...

"Sheng Xiaomo, we are really alike. We are both determined and stubborn. We can't let go until we die...If that's the case, let's destroy together!"

He suddenly clasped his black hand firmly on the wrist holding the flute, and the turbulent poisonous gas immediately invaded his arm.

Sheng Xiaomo felt a pain in his wrist and instinctively let go of it, but five clear black marks were left on his arm.He hastily tapped a few pulse points on his lower arm to prevent the poison from spreading further, but his arm had already begun to gradually become paralyzed.

Ying Yun's chest was stabbed by the green bamboo flute, black blood dripped down, his heart swayed, he stretched out his hand to hold the bamboo flute, pulled it out, the blood splashed all over his body in an instant, he couldn't help but take a few steps back Just stand firm.He threw the bamboo flute aside, sacrificed his own jade toad flute again, gathered his spiritual power and shot out dazzling rays of light, and struck at Sheng Xiaomo, as if he was going to die.Sheng Xiaomo lost her weapon, her poisoned arm