At the military camp east of Songguta City, Du Yu boarded a military plane for the first time, and it was a transport plane with several rows of vertical seats in the cabin.
Logically, he should be very curious about all this, but Du Yu's mind was in a mess at the moment and he didn't have the energy to care about anything else.
The wild silver lynx lay beside Du Yu's legs, being very well behaved and letting Li Mengnan play with its long silver tail.
The tyrant seemed to have said something to the girl through his spirit.
Li Mengnan looked worried, and slowly leaned down, putting his soft lips next to the tyrant's pointed ear: "Yes, this mission is very dangerous."
Huang Yinlin is very intelligent. After watching TV at home for a week and communicating with Li Du, he can understand some simple human language.
Different from the two people who were in a heavy mood, Huang Yinlin was actually looking forward to this dangerous journey.
Her long tail pulled out of the girl's arms, reached into Du Yu's arms, and even crawled over Du Yu's neck and circled around his neck.
The 2-meter-long tail made it easy for the Tyrant to do all this.
Really hanging tail!
"Just hide behind me."
Du Yu woke up from his deep thoughts and used his demon soul to convey his thoughts: "What?"
Huang Yinlin: "I will protect you."
"Well, thank you." Du Yu felt warm in his heart. He reached out and grabbed the silver tail. He lowered his head slightly and gently pressed his lips on the "silver scarf".
The wild silver lynx's tail stiffened, and it raised its eyes and stared at Du Yu in a daze.
Du Yu looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"
After a long silence, the tyrant's hoarse voice came over: "Don't touch me."
Du Yu: “.”
You are wrapping your tail around me, okay!
Fu Jianzhou sat alone in the distance, watching the interaction between the master and the pet with a gentle look in his eyes.
A beautiful female voice came from the spiritual contract: "We can play "Butterfly Lovers" for him."
"Let's wait until after the mission." Fu Jianzhou stroked the white jade flute and asked, "Bai Lan, have you heard of this bell
A clock that can grow or shrink freely and swallow everything in the world."
Bai Lan said calmly: "I have walked a long way, through mountains, deserts, Gobi and the sea, and those scenes are no different from the blue bricks in front of my house.
I have also seen many people, men and women, young and old, tall and short, fat and thin, and they all look exactly the same.
It’s not him.”
Fu Jianzhou lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry."
Everything was just as Bai Lan said. She seemed to have traveled around Da Xia, but she had never paid attention to the mountains and rivers, or the countless living beings.
Even though this ancient bell was hanging on the city gate tower, she didn't care at all when she passed by the city gate.
Suddenly, Bai Lan's illusory face appeared on Fu Jianzhou's face, looking at Du Yu from afar: "I want to play for him now."
"He?" Fu Jianzhou reacted for a moment and then realized that the "he" in this sentence was referring to Du Yu.
Even though both parties signed a contract and Fu Jianzhou accompanied Xixia Di all day long, Fu Jianzhou could feel that Bai Lan was still lonely.
The obsession in one's heart turns into a lifelong regret that will never be resolved. This is undoubtedly sad.
In Fu Jianzhou, Bai Lan found a place to settle down and a lonely soul who shared his feelings.
And the young man who told her the story of "Butterfly Lovers" was her only friend in the world.
I can’t say I have a close friend.
Du Yu is still young and does not have much experience, and he is not the same type of person as Bai Lan and Fu Jianzhou.
But this did not prevent Bai Lan from liking Du Yu.
This young man, who is kind and hopeful towards the world, always reminds Bai Lan of the self he missed day and night after they parted on a rainy night.
The difference is that her hopes have been completely shattered.
And Du Yu has not yet tasted the essence of fate.
Slowly, Fu Jianzhou raised the white jade flute to his lips.
"Meow!" The first thing Huang Yinlin did was to stand up and stare at Fu Jianzhou.
Fu Jianzhou stopped moving and turned to look at the strange-colored demon pet.
"It's okay, it's okay." Du Yu hugged the tyrant's big head and hurried to comfort him.
In fact, deep down, Du Yu didn't really blame Huang Yinlin.
After all, she is a wild monster, not a domesticated monster pet.
Her vigilance and caution, as well as her full of malice towards the world, are the basis of her survival in the wilderness.
The harmonious and loving lifestyle of domesticated demon pets is absolutely not applicable in the law of the jungle, as they will be eaten by their enemies without leaving anything behind.
Du Yu pondered for a moment and said softly, "Senior Brother Fu may be itching to show off his skills.
How about this, I teach him a song that reminds you of your hometown? "
"hometown?"
Du Yu twisted the tuft of hair on the tyrant's pointed ears and said, "Yes, your hometown, Qianren Mountain."
"Meow." Huang Yinlin slowly crouched down, unwilling to admit in his heart that he was indeed looking forward to it.
Du Yu: "Don't worry, I will ask him to restrain his attack and will not interfere with your brain."
"Um."
After getting the tyrant's response, Du Yu unbuckled his seat belt, stood up and walked towards Fu Jianzhou.
With his excellent eyesight, he had already seen the illusory face of a woman on Senior Brother Fu's face.
Itching to try
That was just Du Yu's excuse. He knew that Senior Brother Fu might not have any choice.
Xixia Flute is different from Shadow Gu Tower.
"Long time no see." Du Yu sat down next to Fu Jianzhou.
Bai Lan spoke softly, using Fu Jianzhou's voice, but his tone and accent were completely different from Senior Brother Fu's: "Your demon pet is very violent."
Du Yu shrugged helplessly: "It's my nature, there's nothing I can do about it."
Bai Lan smiled slightly, with a unique hazy beauty: "But it is very docile to you."
Du Yu: "Everything has its own spirit. Sincerity can always bring about friendship, just like you and me."
For a moment, Bai Lan's smile became even more intense, and he said softly: "I have already practiced "Butterfly Lovers" well."
"Oh?" Du Yu walked down the stairs. "Then how about I teach you another song?"
Suddenly, Bai Lan's illusory face solidified a little, and became more beautiful: "Is it as sad and beautiful as "Butterfly Lovers"?"
Du Yu thought for a moment and uttered several words in succession: "desolate, vast, sad, desolate."
Bai Lan nodded gently: "Please."
Slowly, Du Yu began to hum softly.
As early as the first time he stepped into Qianren Mountain, he made up his mind to teach this song to Xixia Di.
The Last of the Mohicans.
The buzzing of military aircraft did not interfere with Bai Lan's ability to listen to the tune.
As Du Yu sang softly, she recalled the scene of herself walking alone in the endless desert hundreds of years ago.
Pain, despair.
The weeping sound from the soul did not elicit any response from any living being.
As the sun sets over the long river, she is the only one walking alone.
After just a few short melodies, it came to an abrupt end.
Du Yu opened his eyes and looked at the silent woman: "You can make up the rest of the melody yourself, just like Liang Zhu."
Du Yu is very amateur, at most he is just an enthusiast.
He couldn't hum the whole piece, just like the original "Butterfly Lovers". Except for the familiar parts, most of the music had to be performed by Xixia Di himself.
Given Bai Lan's state of mind, Du Yu believed that she could easily succeed.
Bai Lan was seen with his eyelids lowered, his gaze a little dazed, and it took him a long time to recover.
Du Yu waited patiently. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly asked, "What's its name?"
Du Yu: "The last Mo. Um, The Last Tribesman."
He secretly felt guilty and changed the title of the song to one that fits the other world.
Bai Lan's voice was very low and light: "What race?"
Du Yu, who had excellent eyesight, could almost read Bai Lan's words through Fu Jianzhou's lips.
Du Yu did not respond to this question.
He stood up and patted Fu Jianzhou on the shoulder: "Restrain your attack, we are on the plane, and there is a pilot in the cockpit."
The journey was over 2,000 kilometers, but it was completed in less than four hours.
When the military plane landed at Langgushan Military Airport, the soldiers who came to pick it up were stunned.
The roar of the plane was loud, but it still couldn't block out the desolate and distant flute sound.
The moment the military aircraft came to a halt, the soul-stirring flute music filled the entire airport.
Beside the runway, Lin Shiwei opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
She looked back at a row of military jeeps, as if asking for help, and happened to see the door of one of the vehicles open and a graceful figure walked out.
The breeze swept under Yang Qingqing's feet, and her skirt danced lightly and floated forward.
Lin Shiwei immediately followed, and as the rear cabin door fell, she saw several of the fellow brothers and sisters.
"Take a break and savor it later. It's time for us to carry out the mission, Bai Lan." Du Yu patted Fu Jianzhou's shoulder, and the flute music stopped abruptly.
Bai Lan's illusory face gradually disappeared.
But before leaving, he glanced at Du Yu.
The look in his eyes was very complicated, and it was unclear whether it was resentment or gratitude.
"Master Qing." Li Mengnan came to Du Yu's side and reminded him in a low voice.
Du Yu helped Fu Jianzhou stand up. A team of demon soldiers stood outside the rear cabin door. The two leading them were the master and the third sister.
"Master Qing."
"Master Qing!" Three people and one lynx walked down and greeted politely.
Yang Qingqing's gaze paused on Fu Jianzhou: "It's a very artistic song."
Fu Jianzhou lowered his head and nodded.
Seeing the disciple's reaction, Yang Qingqing felt relieved. She looked at Huang Yinlin for a moment and said softly, "Let's go. We'll talk on the way."
A group of people got into open-top military vehicles and quickly drove away from the military airport.
Yang Qingqing sat in the back seat, looking at the Desolate Silver Lynx speeding beside the car, and said, "I brought it back from Qianren Mountain."
"Yes." Du Yu sat in the passenger seat, enduring the howling wind, and turned his head to look at the back seat, "How is Master Qing? Has everything been going well during this period?"
Since he didn't know what the woman had done, Du Yu asked vaguely.
Yang Qingqing's long black hair fluttered in the wind, and she let it fly, looking incredibly beautiful: "Xiaochuan has been promoted to a demon-controlling general."
"Brother Chuan finally made a breakthrough!"
"Haha." Yang Qingqing smiled and brushed away the long hair beside her lips with one hand, "He is very grateful to you. After his cultivation is stable, he will come to you alone."
Du Yu nodded, very happy to have another powerful friend.
After confirming his guess, he changed the subject and said, "Master Qing, our spiritual weapon mission this time."
Yang Qingqing sighed: "The information Li Jing sent you is the latest."
Du Yu's face was not very good: "Where is the spirit? Have we established a connection with the spirit of the ancient bell?"
"No, the ancient bell's spirit has never appeared. Let's try to communicate with it using our spirit in a moment."
In fact, Yang Qingqing and Lin Shiwei had just arrived. Although several people from the first battalion were around Songguta, they were divided into two military planes and arrived one after the other.
"I hope I can lure it out." Du Yu looked solemn.
Don't be afraid that the spirit of the weapon will have grievances or resentments.
For the sake of the ancient spiritual weapon, the Twenty-Ninth Bureau can gather the strength of the entire country of Daxia to fulfill any wish of the weapon spirit.
I’m afraid that the spirit of the weapon won’t show up and speak!
Just like the ancient spiritual weapon, the Jade Gourd, before Du Yu arrived with the Shadow Gu Tower, the Jade Gourd ignored the human race.
At that time, Master Qing and his demon army explored Hulu Mountain for nearly two months, but ultimately returned empty-handed.
The spirit of the ancient spiritual weapon is undoubtedly the key to unlock the door!
But
What if the spirit of the ancient bell never shows up
Are we going to be like Team 2, and be completely swallowed up by the ancient bell at some point during our research and exploration
Milk leg.
Teaching Bai Lan such a song before carrying out this kind of mission doesn't seem to be a good omen.
(End of this chapter)
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