I didn't sleep well that night.
It was just getting dark.
Ye Qingxuan sat on a chair at the door, watching the people coming and going in the military camp, thinking about what to do next.
In the chaotic East, the civil war in Cathay is raging. Ye Qingxuan refused last night's celebration banquet and had dinner alone at his residence. He also declined invitations from various family heads.
He doesn't want to have anything to do with this place.
Especially with Bai Heng.
Unfortunately, things often don't go as he wishes.
"The third son of the Changsun family, the eldest Sun Jingming, has met the head of the Ye family."
The green-eyed young man stood in front of Ye Qingxuan, blocking the light.
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at him:
"what's up?"
The eldest grandson Jingming smiled and bowed his head politely, "I'm just not talented, but I have the guts to ask Master Ye for advice."
"No need, I am not good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and I am not good at poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music." Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, "Unless you ask me for advice on mechanical engineering and the history of musicians in the Dark Ages, you'd better find someone else."
The eldest grandson Jingming did not give up, and still maintained his bowing posture, "I heard that the head of the Ye family is famous in the West, controls the current situation, is called the Hand of God, and is also the chief judge and the crown of the King of Huang. I wonder if Jingming can do this Is it an honor to be taught music theory by the head of the family?"
"Forget it, I can't teach you anything, really."
Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, "Besides, the weather is so bad today, it looks like it's going to rain, and it's still early in the morning... It's not good to fight and kill."
Changsun Jingming raised his head, frowned, and sighed softly for some reason.
"No matter what, don't you want to give me some advice?"
"Um."
Changsun Jingming's expression turned cold, "Are you afraid?"
"Yes." Ye Qingxuan yawned and said listlessly: "As you can see, I am such a deceiver and a thief. Now that I have shown my true colors, why bother forcing me to do so?"
Changsun Jingming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes turned into rejection.
"Excuse me for being rude."
At that moment, he raised his palm, and the shadow of Hu Qinjing Zhongyue emerged from behind him. Thunder and thunder were brewing in the interference of nature, the meaning of heavenly calamity reappeared, and the sound of murder soared into the sky.
In an instant, a thin layer of frost appeared on the muddy ground. The rain that had just fallen last night was frozen in the soil and condensed into fine and delicate ice crystals, intertwined with each other and spread in all directions.
Then, it stopped abruptly.
The inheritance tool, the shadow of the moon in the well, disappeared, and the music theory certainly disappeared and disappeared without a trace. Before the Heavenly Tribulation had time to emerge, it had already dissipated in the bud.
Frozen ice crystals melt and morning dew evaporates.
"It doesn't matter."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and shook his hand that was frozen in mid-air, with a friendly expression: "I forgive you."
Changsun Jingming's face twitched slightly, feeling the bone-chilling chill in his heart, and he didn't dare to make any more moves. After a long time, he finally calmed down, staggered back two steps, and held his hands with a wry smile.
"The light of a firefly is incomparable to the bright moon."
Ye Qingxuan ignored him and just looked at the girl watching not far away: "What about you? Are you coming too?"
"No need."
Liu Ran, who once had a relationship in Guixu, bowed slightly and said, "I don't have the courage to take action with the Ye family."
"If there's nothing wrong, let's leave."
Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved to the young people not far away: "Go and do whatever you have to do. Don't pay attention to me. I'm just here to take a look. I won't buy anything. Why are you so enthusiastic?"
Several young people looked at each other with a wry smile.
I had been thinking about this battle for a long time last night. Although I had already predicted that the outcome would be very different, I did not expect that I could not even force Ye Qingxuan to take action.
I thought that with the inherited weapon in hand, the world's heroes could survive two moves.
As a result, he was defeated as soon as he went up and before he showed his weapons.
The defeat was inexplicable.
Suddenly everyone present felt a strong sense of frustration.
In the crowd, someone was silent for a moment, then stepped forward with a sword.
"The eldest son of the Yuan family, Yuan He."
He nodded to Ye Qingxuan, gripped the hilt of the sword, and said, "Please give me some advice from the head of the Ye family."
Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly.
"Forget it, I'll give you three moves... force me to move one step, and you win."
Yuan He's expression changed, and he immediately suppressed his dissatisfaction, and his eyes became colder, "Then I'll accept it."
He drew his sword, but the hilt was held down by a hand and he couldn't take it out.
That palm was as solid as a rock, firmly pressing his sword blade into the scabbard.
He turned around in surprise and saw his grandfather.
Yuan Changqing.
"When you realize the gap, you should admit it obediently and stop obsessing over it like a rogue."
Yuan Changqing released his palm, and Yuan He lowered his head, not ashamed, and respectfully accepted his grandfather's scolding.
"It's all gone."
Yuan Changqing waved, and everyone took a few steps back, but they did not disperse as he said. Instead, they gathered in the distance and watched curiously.
Looking at Ye Qingxuan at the door and the old man in front of him.
"Stop bullying children, Ye Qingxuan."
Yuan Changqing's white hair was tied back casually. He raised his hand and rolled up the sleeves of his robe, revealing the blue-black skin and scars on his forearm.
Looking at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes looked expectant:
"Have a fight with me."
"What do you mean I bully children? It's obviously a group of children bullying me, okay?" Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and shook his head, "Besides, old man, you are so senior, does it matter if you bully the younger ones?"
"I don't dare to be your senior." Yuan Changqing tucked up his sleeves, pressed his rough palms on the rope of the sword hilt, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are more terrifying than your father. .”
Ye Qingxuan said indifferently, "If you don't mention him, I might be happier, and maybe I might agree to you."
"Then let me see what's different about you, the rebellious son who burned all your ancestral property to the ground?"
Yuan Changqing grinned. He didn't look like an old man and was kind, but looked like a man-eating beast. He was very ferocious: "The ugly words come from the front. If you can't avoid them, you will really die -"
collapse!
The screams of gold and iron suddenly erupted, and a ray of fierce light suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Changqing. The iron light converged into a ray of light, like a flying bird. It was obviously just one cut, but it turned around a thousand times. The sharpness of steel and the gentleness of silk There is a fine line between unity and harmony, rising and falling from high-level dimensions.
It wasn't until the sword was slashed that everyone saw the simple and illusory long sword in the old man's hand. It was as if in the empty and bloody void, countless strands of music theory gathered together to outline the killing sword seal, which made Pure Jun's form emerges from the material world, yet it is so erratic and transparent.
Only in the interplay of light and shadow can the terrifying edge be faintly seen.
But now, countless music theories extend from the spine of the sword and submerge into the void, locking Ye Qingxuan like a chain.
Ye Qingxuan has already taken a step back.
In the sound of the house collapsing, countless dusts were kicked up, and they were overwhelmed by the fierce power in the image of the sword. They did not dare to rise up, and then they prostrated tamely on the ground.
In Ye Qingxuan's hand, the outline of the New Testament Sword has emerged.
On the simple and clumsy spine of the sword, a white scratch appeared on it, which was exactly the mark left by Yuan Changqing's sword just now. The scratches slowly closed, and the strong murderous intention remaining in the scratches could not be eliminated. It floated in the air, causing cracks to appear one after another on the frozen and melted earth.
Nineteen sword marks crisscrossed the ten steps between the two.
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, looked at the sword marks under his feet, and sighed softly.
Just like what Yuan Changqing said.
If you can't avoid it, you will really die.
"Old guy, are you serious about this? It's really troublesome."
He rubbed his swollen eyebrows impatiently. In an instant, the illusion spread from under his feet. Then, with the New Testament as the fulcrum, the endless abyss emerged from under his feet. Not only the chapter of the abyss, but also for hundreds of years. Many illusions and secret realms among the Island Musicians emerged here, constructed out of thin air, shrouding Yuan Changqing layer by layer.
In the blink of an eye, matter is bent, and the boundary between illusion and reality is blurred. In the way of an orthodox musician, Yuan Changqing is restricted to the illusion by adhering to the right location.
Immediately afterwards, countless music theories unfolded from it, layer upon layer, entangled with Yuan Changqing's sword seal, like the ups and downs of the sea tide, either pushing or pulling, from one battle to thousands of battles, from the overall situation to the details, Attacking Yuan Changqing from countless places in an instant.
This is the real killer move.
He didn't want to challenge Yuan's killing sword head-on, but dragged this troublesome and irritable old man into the music theory battle that he was best at. Countless details of the battle affected his whole body and allowed him to experience it. The feeling of being trapped in a web.
But soon, his expression changed.
At this moment, in the hundreds of disputes, there seemed to be thousands of skilled swordsmen responding to Ye Qingxuan's attacks, and thousands of different sword intentions and sword inscriptions emerged from Chunjun's sword.
After dividing the concentrated sword intent, he didn't expect that the number of enemies would change from one to hundreds. Each one was completely different from the others, but they were all equally difficult and terrifying.
The sound of glass breaking sounded.
Immediately afterwards, the illusion of the endless abyss shattered.
Under the weight of tens of thousands of tons, Yuan Changqing walked out unscathed and looked at Ye Qingxuan, who had suffered a secret loss, with a mocking smile.
"You don't think that the Yuan family are all a bunch of reckless men who can only draw swords, do you?"
He tilted his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan, "Actually, whether it's swordsmanship, music or music theory attacks... as long as it's something that can kill people, we can do it. So, how long are you going to play this sissy trick?"
Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became unhappy.
This old man is really cheap and troublesome, and his mouth is poisonous. Every word he speaks is more unpleasant, but the handle under his hand is too solid. Even using the flow of his sword to deal with the attack of music theory, Ye Qingxuan almost capsized in the gutter.
If he hadn't unintentionally counterattacked and just destroyed Ye Qingxuan's illusion, Ye Qingxuan might have been in even more trouble.
Now, Ye Qingxuan was finally angered.
"OK."
Ye Qingxuan raised the Sword of the New Covenant and smiled at Yuan Changqing: "If you want to see the real deal, let me, senior, have a good time!"
At that moment, a majestic melody sounded.
From the blade of the New Testament Sword, countless stars shined, bursting out with dazzling light, slowly emerging from behind Ye Qingxuan, and layers of murderous intent locked onto Yuan Changqing.
—From the New World.
After being isolated from the Ethernet by the Great Wall, Ye Qingxuan had no way to borrow the massive storage in the Ethernet. What was stored here were all prepared by Ye Qingxuan himself.
Anyway, the load capacity of the Sword of the New Testament cannot be used up at all, and the music can be retained for six hours. Just in case, Ye Qingxuan stuffed the music into the blade of the sword when he had nothing to do, without worrying about waste.
Now, it's Yuan Changqing's turn to enjoy it.
"Yes, that's right."
Facing those hundreds of blazing lights, Yuan Changqing laughed and cheered: "That's exactly what it should be!"
The pure Jun rose and turned into a vast sun. The sword, as fierce as the sun's rays, rose from his body and fell towards the endless stars!
The fierce light stung everyone's eyes.