The sound of the piano was sent far away through a distance of thousands of meters.
Ning Bing, who was more than 1,000 meters away, and Situ Han, who was at a higher place, were a little buoyed by the sound of the piano, and the wonderful music silently mobilized their minds.
Ning Bing stared brightly at the big woodcutter who was playing the piano, and the anger and unwillingness in her heart turned into extreme surprise. It is really unimaginable that such a rough man can play such a beautiful piece of music. It is really unbelievable Already...
Situ, who was in the sky, had another thought in his mind. Although he was equally amazed by the beauty and uniqueness of the tune, he was even more shocked by the peculiar rhythm in his heart. Thinking of the two encounters with the woodcutter, he thought of the casino. The strange rhythm in it, thinking of the forbidden rhythm of the closed space that came directly from the space just now, thinking of the unique rhythm in the other tune, he was more and more surprised. This rough man, To have grasped the rhythm so exquisitely, what a terrifying master!
Is this guy really human? Humans are such a peculiar race. They are obviously weak and have so many shortcomings, but they can always produce such powerful aliens!
At this time, the successive changes made him forget the purpose of this trip.
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Long Jiutian looked at the woodcutter who was passionately playing the piano, and looked at his closed eyes from a distance, as if he saw this no longer young but still stubborn child crying silently, his eyes that saw through the vicissitudes of life flashed A little pity, a little concern.
Thinking of this, Long Jiutian couldn't help but look away from the woodcutter, and looked at Bu Feng, who was surrounded by silver light.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that at this moment, the silver brilliance began to be slowly absorbed into Bu Feng's spirit, and the strange fluctuations seemed to penetrate into the deepest part of Bu Feng's spirit, and then the fluctuations began to quiet down , and began to sleep again, as if a child who was tired from playing finally began to sleep.
Bu Feng's mental fluctuations gradually began to recover, but those cracks that were torn by the silver light fluctuations in the darkness at the bottom were gradually repaired by the darkness at this moment, and the spiritual world hidden in the depths, once again was closed up.
The piano sounded again, and then turned to a long and leisurely sound, and the sound gradually became smaller.
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The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the remaining aftertaste danced and danced in the air.
The moment the sound of the zither stopped, the layer of silver luster surrounding Bu Feng also flashed, and gathered towards Bu Feng's neck, and with a light, pleasant sound, the silver light disappeared completely. , but where the gathered silver luster disappeared, it condensed into a delicate silver chain, which was wrapped around Bu Feng's neck. What a special place, but under the small chain, there is a small gap embedded in it, like a decoration, but it always makes people feel that something is missing. If there is another pendant there , it is even more perfect.
Long Jiutian stared fixedly at the small silver chain protruding from Bu Feng's neck in a daze. At this moment, he suddenly remembered what the woodcutter said. The respondent—
The respondent turned out to be this little guy. Long Jiutian glanced at the Tianxin chain on Bufeng's neck with some reluctance, and sighed dejectedly. No wonder the woodcutter said that he would definitely not get the Tianxin chain. The robber turned out to be this little guy, that old man is still robbing a fart, and he has to help him guard against other robbers.
Sighing the ingenious arrangement of fate, Long Jiutian cursed twice, sucked Bu Feng's body to his side, and began to carefully investigate his current situation.
After probing for a while, Long Jiutian exhaled. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong. After all this trouble, the little guy's mental power seemed to increase again. The only strange thing was that he vaguely felt that Bu The spirit on Feng's body is shrinking inward. It stands to reason that his spiritual power has increased again, but his chakra cultivation has not changed much, and his ability to control his mental power has not increased. This situation should make him unable to control his spirit even more. It is normal for the mental strength to be released, but why is it retracted
Maybe it was because of the Tianxin chain. Thinking of this, Long Jiutian glanced at the Tianxin chain hanging on Bu Feng's neck with a complicated mood. It is really a wonderful thing, but it is a pity...
Shaking his head helplessly, Long Jiutian stretched out his hand and gathered energy, trying to wake up Bu Feng who was in a coma.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on Bu Feng's peaceful and peaceful face, he froze, smiled softly, and whispered to himself: "Let him sleep for a while, this little guy may rarely be able to sleep." I slept so soundly!"
After saying that, he shot a faint golden light with a trace of pity and joy, lifted Bu Feng's sleeping body, and gradually wrapped it in it. The golden light also disappeared beside Long Jiutian, and he stuffed it into the dragon's body. Spiritual space.
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Ning Bing's mind recovered as the sound of the piano dissipated. At this time, she no longer had any thoughts of robbing. She knew very well that even in her full form, she might not be able to fight against the strange human below. Unless it was in the Ice Valley, he might still have a slight chance of winning.
What's more, the thing didn't fall into Situ's hands anyway, which was enough for her. It was just a competition between her and Situ, but she wasn't very interested in that thing.
Thinking of this, Ning Bing glanced up, and by the way, glanced at the figure in the golden light in the distance. It was that guy who completely wiped out the remnants of the ice core just now. Although that kind of strength is restrained, it should also be an excellent cultivator. Why, after thinking about it, she dispersed the fluctuations in the ice and snow space from her side, and she already realized that these two guys seemed to be beyond her ability to deal with.
With a flash of blue luster, her figure disappeared.
Due to the sound of the zither, and the fact that Long Jiutian stuffed Bu Feng into her own space, Ning Bing didn't even know that there was that interesting human being among the people attacked by her own ice crystals for the second time. , that kid who is colder than himself, that little guy who can see through time.
Situ in the sky also had the same thoughts. Although he had never seen Bu Feng, he had seen Long Jiutian before. He took a fixed look at Long Jiutian in the golden light, and smiled softly. With that light blue luster, he also disappeared from the sky.
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Long Jiutian's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already standing beside the woodcutter.
After a long time, the woodcutter slowly opened his eyes, as if he was still immersed in the atmosphere just now, with a slight sadness on his face, he carefully stroked the black guqin in his hand.
The sadness that disappeared instantly on the woodcutter's face pressed all of Long Jiutian's complaints into Long Jiutian's stomach.
He patted the woodcutter's shoulder lightly, but didn't say anything, all words were too pale compared with the real feelings.
The woodcutter understood Long Jiutian's meaning, nodded, put away the sadness and longing on his face, smiled lightly, let go of his eyes, but suddenly frowned, smiled wryly, pointed to the ground and bowed to Long Jiutian The three men, and a veiled woman who thought of herself bowing deeply.
Only then did Long Jiu notice these people. He looked suspiciously at the woodcutter at the side. The woodcutter smiled wryly, and then a trace of nostalgia appeared on his face, and said, "Brother Long, do you still remember what I said that day?" What? Brother Yu is for their ancestors, he will-"
Long Jiutian suddenly realized, pointing to the four people on the ground, said: "You mean, they are the descendants of the royal family of Chu?"
The woodcutter nodded, and said, "Brother Yu didn't change the fate of Chu in the end, but he prayed for the royal family of Chu and left a trace of blood."
Sighing, the woodcutter continued: "For more than two thousand years, I have been paying attention to these bloodlines left behind. Although they have kept the continuation of the bloodline, they are too persistent and have always followed the ancestors' instructions. Last wish, to find the Tianxin chain, hoping to use this powerful power to restore the orthodoxy of the Chu royal family."
Long Jiutian looked at the four people on the ground with pity, and looked at the young girl who was in her blooming season. His eyes were even more gloomy. After a long time, he sighed and said, "It's been more than two thousand years, and they still live in the In history!"
"It's really a stubborn human being. Does life have to be consumed through this stubborn persistence?"
After finishing speaking, Long Jiutian couldn't help but think of himself, so why not? Are you still stubbornly persisting for a goal in your heart
Ever since he was born in the spirit of the dragon in Ziyu Valley, for ten thousand years, he has been thinking that one day he can restore the golden body of the dragon and soar beyond the nine heavens.
However, even if it is to restore the golden body, what can it do if it becomes a Tianlong? What's more, this road is full of thorns, and I don't know when it will be possible to fulfill this wish. Perhaps, one careless during the practice will end up in ashes, and the soul will be scattered.
Isn't this also a stubborn persistence
How should this life go on? From now on, what should we do next——
Long Jiutian's eyes gradually became distant and erratic, with a faint daze appearing on his face, looking at the endless void and darkness in the distance, the distant and erratic in his eyes gradually turned into nothingness.
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"Brother Long—"
A thick voice suddenly sounded in his ears, Long Jiutian's lost expression suddenly shook, his erratic thoughts pulled out from the confused illusion, looked at the void in the distance, and shivered involuntarily .
Taking a long breath, Long Jiutian introduced the cool air into the alveoli in the lung lobes through the respiratory tract. After a complete cycle, he suddenly let out a breath of stale air, and his mind gradually became sober.
Thinking of the thoughts that haunted his mind just now, his brows were slightly frowned, it was really scary, accidentally, he was invaded by the demons, if it wasn't for the woodcutter's loud shout at that time, even if he was lucky, he would have escaped the bewitched man It's difficult, and you have to retreat a lot.
Hey, it looks like the Dragon Heart Tribulation is coming soon!
The night wind blew over gently, bringing up his blond hair and the worry in his heart.