Jiang Li sat leaning on the rock, a few strands of untied hair fluttering in the sea breeze, her expression was extremely focused, and even downplayed the coldness around her body that was thousands of miles away. If she changed into white clothes, some people might really think that she was about to ascend into the sky. This red dress, on the contrary, dilutes the hazy ethereal feeling and makes her more popular.
Even so, some people still rubbed their eyes in disbelief, thinking it was like an illusion. If it weren't for the illusion, even if it was a collection of heaven, earth, sun, and moon, how could it be possible to raise such a fairy that looks like a banished fairy? Jiang Li's appearance is already good enough, and now with such a scene, the lethality will increase several times.
The sound of the flute rose straight, piercing through the heaven and earth, and entering the ears and even the hearts of everyone present. Compared with Haohaotangtang, which is like the rushing sea and the ebb and flow of blue ocean tides, Jiang Li's music seems quieter, at least not lively enough. Of course, even in the noisy seaside, if you change to a quieter place, it may make people feel noisy again.
This is Red Dust.
The world is the oven, and the world of mortals is the forging fire, so as to temper the hearts of all living beings. The world is full of different poses and with different expressions, but people's hearts are changeable, and there are infinite desires for ideas. Therefore, the same piece of music is played by the same person, and everyone who hears the song of the world of mortals falls into their hearts, and is affected by the flute player and their own thoughts, and will have different feelings.
When Wang Yifeng played the Red Dust Song in the Valley of the Evil, some people wished they would stop attacking and defending, or just turn on the mute. Some felt very disturbed, and some people enjoyed listening to it, thinking that although there was only one verse, The song is a little monotonous, but it's really nice.
However, because of the death of his lover, Wang Yifeng could no longer see half of the beauty in the world, and felt depressed, so the music was naturally full of indignation against the corrupt world. Although he had a transparent heart, he was immersed in it all year round. Influence, and the world usually likes to chase after beauty, of course, you can't find any positive emotions in his songs, so it is common for many people not to like them.
But although Jiang Li is cold, her songs are not as good as Wang Yifeng's.
The sound of the flute is sad, melodious, and beautiful like a dream that will be shattered at any time.
The soldiers in the Nanwang Mansion were at a loss. The news that Huang Yaoshi used the melody to stop the enemy hadn't reached them yet, so many people didn't know that Jiang Li, a beautiful woman, came here What do you do? At least they never imagined that Jiang Li was here to prevent them from going ashore.
But at this time, when they heard the sound of the flute, countless people only felt that their breathing was stagnant, as if their blood had froze.
At some point in the sky, it was snowing.
At first it was a small piece, but it melted in mid-air, and gradually turned into a feather-like snow. Most of it fell on the sea and disappeared, while a small part fell on people, on the ground where Jiang Li was. On the reef, looking down from the sky, it becomes dots of white marks.
And these snowflakes all avoided Jiang Li, as if they couldn't bear to fall on her body, desecrating this beauty. Even so, Jiang Li's white hair seemed to be dyed by frost and snow in an instant, and it didn't look abrupt at all.
Feixian Island is located in the South China Sea. The climate is warm and humid, and the seasons are like spring. It is never cold. Even in winter, it can be more than ten degrees, not to mention snowing. Even further to the north, on the land side of Wuyang City, it is rare that it snows. Many local soldiers have seen snow for the first time after living for so many years.
"This is... snow?"
"Snowing?"
"Why is it snowing now?"
Countless people had the same doubts in their hearts, but they soon discovered even greater confusion.
Except for this shoal area, the sky is still clear and the sun is shining high in places farther away. Is there anything unusual about it
It seems to be snowing, only here.
The ancients have always been in awe of nature. From their point of view, natural disasters are often regarded as warnings from the heavens, and snow is always a symbol of nobility, so there is a saying that the climate is abnormal, and it snows in June. There is a great injustice. Jiang Although Li's appearance was beautiful enough to move Tieshi, his power was still not as good as this snow.
Originally, they had been well-trained and knew that they could not put down their weapons easily, but at this moment, the weapons in the hands of countless soldiers fell and sank into the water. Even though they were affected by the sound of the flute, their blood surged and their bodies became weak, they did not drop their weapons. But this snow made them willing to disarm. Apart from real immortals, who else could have such an appearance, change the world and change the climate with such means
Everyone didn't hesitate to get wet, and they all knelt down in a daze. The seawater, which was originally only up to the knees, almost submerged the upper body after such a kneeling. But no one cared, their faces were pious and focused, they just kowtowed and said: "Meet the Immortal."
Thinking about how they dared to blaspheme the real immortals before, even if they died 10,000 times, they would have to go to the 18th hell and not be reborn. I just hope that the immortals see that they were ignorant before, and now they have lost their way and know how to turn back. For the sake of repentance, the adults will not remember the mistakes of the villains, so forgive them for a while, shall we
At first, there were only a small number of people, but emotions are contagious. In such a crazy and pious atmosphere, they were a little hesitant. Seeing that everyone around them knelt down, and I was still standing, I immediately felt that something was wrong. Coupled with the lingering sound of the flute, no one was able to firm up their thoughts, and they also knelt down.
More than a thousand people knelt on this shallow beach. Their expressions were focused and persistent, and they were begging Jiang Li to "forgive" them for their previous offenses. Those who knew the inside story knew that they were originally the army of the Southern Palace and came to attack the city. Those who didn't know that they thought they traveled thousands of miles and came here specially for pilgrimage.
Jiang Li originally planned to use Yin Gong to deal with these people, but they all knelt down to her. It's not good to attack too hard. Although she likes to bully people, they have no resistance and just wait for her to slaughter them. It's not interesting anymore, and there are grievances and debts, so she has to go to Nanwang to settle accounts, but it's not the turn of these little soldiers.
So as soon as the flute was played, she withdrew a little bit of her internal energy.
There was no need for her to do anything else. Suddenly, there was only one person standing in this place.
The only one, of course, was the little boss appointed by Nan Wang.
Speaking of it, his kung fu is not bad, in the arena, he can probably be called a third-rate expert, not a master. Compared to Jiang Li, naturally he dumped more than 800 Lu Xiaofengs, but at least he has some knowledge here. When the people below were terrified and didn't know what to do, he had already started to look for reasons and persuaded himself with them.
Although Jiang Li has deep internal energy, the sound attack consumes internal energy and has to control such a large area. Therefore, Jiang Li mainly focused on these ordinary soldiers as the targets to be controlled by consuming internal energy, and did not use full firepower. She didn't specifically target the "experts" in the field, so she didn't care about so many people, so she was afraid that one or two people could cause some trouble
Because of this, the little boss is still sane and able to think. He knows that the masters of the inner family can stay young forever and not look old when they cultivate to a certain level, let alone such a small matter as not being invaded by cold and heat. or may affect the surrounding environment.
And looking at Jiang Li, whether you look at her face or her martial arts, you can see that her internal energy is biased towards coldness, and coupled with the woman's body, if she releases her true energy and affects the surrounding environment, even if she does this, It's a bit scary, and I haven't heard of anyone reaching this step before, but it seems possible
After all, although Jiang Li looks good, there are actually so many double tenths, but her white hair always makes people feel that she is not only showing her age, but because she has good looks, so Can't see it's real. People in the Jianghu always like conspiracy theories, think more, and then things will not know how it will turn out.
Thinking about it this way, the little boss has already made terrible guesses about Jiang Li's age and martial arts. Such a master, how can he deal with it? Don't talk about him, I'm afraid that the people who come here this time are not Jiang Li's opponent, right? That so-called Prince Taiping, with his appearance, if compared with this girl, I'm afraid he won't be able to do a single move under her hands.
But no matter how terrible this guess is, at least it is more reliable than some Nan Wang's perverse actions, thus attracting the arrival of a true immortal, and personally punishing him. In this case, thanks to these soldiers who dare to think and dare to say, if it is mentioned in front of the prince, I am afraid that only the head will fall to the end. He knew he couldn't go on like this, so he could only shout at the top of his voice, "Get up, Lao Tzu!"
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Li's gaze turned. She was still holding the Xuefeng Bingwang flute in her hand, and the Yubai flute was held in a hand like frost and snow, which looked extremely harmonious. The song didn't end and the sound of the flute didn't stop, so Jiang Li couldn't speak. But to deal with such a guy, there is no need for her to speak.
There were so many people before, she still couldn't take care of this one, but now there was only such a "high man" standing, of course she couldn't escape. Just a glance, at this moment, as if a bone-piercing coldness erupted, he immediately forgot what he wanted to say before, his legs softened, and he knelt down in a spineless manner.
Everything is silent, only the sound of the flute is left. At this moment, there is no one standing, not a single one.
Jiang Li finished playing and put down his flute.
The sound of Xue San was collected, but it still remained in everyone's hearts.
She finally spoke, her voice was cold, clear and ethereal. The words of those people before naturally fell into Jiang Li's ears. She also knew what they were thinking and the current situation, and said directly: "If you want to make up for your mistakes, pick up the Weapons, turned around and went back, attacked the main ship, tied up King Nan, and wiped out the past."
Jiang Li said this quite casually.
She didn't think these people could do it, anyway, the final focus was just to get them to turn their heads back.
But at this moment, Jiang Li seemed to have underestimated her strength.
Huang Yaoshi repelled the enemy with a Xiao Yin, while Jiang Li instigated rebellion with a Hongchen song. Comparing the two, they are far superior.
At first it was one or two, and then, as if everyone present were incited, they got up and shook off a splash of water, brushed off the snow on their bodies, fished out the weapons from the water, and actually turned around and boarded the boat, killing Nanwang. go.
The author has something to say: Kavinka vomited, finally finished writing, went to sleep, and died of sleepiness.
Originally, I usually finished writing in three hours, but it turned out to be slower than I thought, and Calvin couldn't help it.