Qin Shuang silently checked his Taoist heart.
The spirit has become more solid. If the spirit formed by condensed gas is regarded as a realm, Qin Shuang feels that the spirit at this time already has three realms. According to Qin Shuang's experience, if he can raise the realm of spirit to the tenth level, then it should become a liquid.
The original Guqin was like this. It was not condensed in a gaseous state at first, but later became a liquid. Qinshuang has sensed the Guqin. According to the deduction of the cultivation method, if the liquid state of the Guqin is regarded as a realm, the Guqin should be in the fourth level at this time.
"Improved again!"
Qin Shuang felt happy, and the spirit improved a little bit. Every improvement of the spirit could not improve the Taoist heart, nor could it improve the state of mind. Ru Mingqinshuang's state of mind cultivation has reached the third level of Jiutian Xuanxian.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
The sound of music kept coming, and Qin Shuang seemed to be stepping on the long river of time, rising and falling with it.
Look up.
Close!
It is less than a hundred feet away from the top of the peak.
"It's really difficult! If you don't have the spirit, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the top of the mountain, or even step on the nine thousand feet. Unless I release the immortals and demons from my fellow practitioners."
"The demon girl has left just now. She hasn't come here for so long. Did she realize something from it?"
Qinshuang memorized the music score and thought wildly, reaching the top step by step.
"Um?"
At the top of the peak, there is a platform with a radius of about five miles. At this time, Nafeng III was walking cross-legged in the center of the platform, looking ahead.
Qin Shuang followed her gaze and found that there was nothing there.
But no, Feng Sanshi's expression was very focused, as if there was something extremely attractive to him.
Qin Shuang's heart moved. She found that the sound of music disappeared at this time, and there was the sound of howling cold wind.
Qin Shuang walked slowly towards Feng Sanshi, who turned his head and glanced at her, with surprise in his eyes. But no, he then looked away and looked in the original direction.
Qin Shuang slowly walked to a place ten meters away from Feng Sanshi, looked at the space where Feng Sanshi was looking, and frowned slightly.
It was still empty!
Qin Shuang walked cross-legged and looked in that direction. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind, but still didn't see anything.
"Um?"
Qin Shuang turned his head slightly, looked at Feng Sanshi, and saw Feng Sanshi taking out a jade flute, putting it between his lips, and started playing.
"Sobbing..."
"That's right... the music of Yinzu Mountain!"
Qin Shuang was startled, and then looked in the direction Feng Sanshi was looking at. He frowned slightly, but there was still nothing there.
"He didn't believe it!"
Qin Shuang let go of his mind and gradually became ethereal.
"Um?"
Qin Shuang saw a figure gradually appearing in the direction she was looking at. The figure became clearer and clearer. Before, it appeared a middle-aged monk. The middle-aged monk was walking cross-legged in the wind and snow, with his knees on the side. There is a guqin. At this time, the legs are playing the strings.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
After Qin Shuang climbed to the top of the mountain, the pressure and the sound of music disappeared. But no, Yongtuo was in her ear at this time.
No!
Not only does it echo in the ears, but it echoes in the soul.
Qin Shuang listened quietly, and the music started playing from the very beginning, gradually finishing the first half and starting the eastern half. Qin Shuang was completely immersed in the music.
After the entire movement was played, the middle-aged monk started playing from the beginning again. Qin Shuang's mind moved, and the guqin in Tao's heart was placed across his knees, and his legs were stroking the guqin. The sound of the qin sounded melodiously, and the sound of the guqin of the middle-aged monk was very similar to the sound of Feng Sanshi. Fusion in one place.
As Qin Shuang played, Qin Shuang began to have a slight understanding of the secret of wrong time. The middle-aged monk, Feng Sanshi and Qin Shuang's music resonated. In that resonance, Qin Shuang's understanding of the secret of wrong time began to dawn on him. Silk lift.
After playing the first half, enter the eastern half.
Qin Shuang's expression was suddenly startled, and she found that her environment had changed.
No longer on the top of Yinzu Mountain, there is no howling cold wind, let alone ice and snow.
And no…
An endless peach blossom forest. The peach blossoms are in full bloom, with pink petals everywhere.
"Is there..."
"Why is he there?"
"Where was he before?"
Qin Shuang stood there quietly, time passed quietly, Qin Shuang looked around, a gust of wind blew by, blowing up the peach blossom petals on the ground, layer by layer, flying in the air, making people confused.
Qin Shuang was a little confused and seemed to have forgotten something. He seemed to be unable to remember where he was and what he was doing before. She walked forward aimlessly, and after a few dozen steps, she saw a man standing between two thick peach trees, with his back facing her.
Qin Shuang paused and looked at the back. Like Qin Shuang, he was wearing a fiery red robe. Standing between two trees with negative legs. Peach petals blown by the wind circled around his body.
Qin Shuang looked at the background quietly. The back figure seemed to sense someone behind it, and slowly turned around and looked at Qin Shuang.
A handsome face appeared in Qin Shuang's field of vision, his eyes as bright as stars.
Qin Shuang frowned slightly. She felt that the man in front of her looked familiar. She seemed to have seen her somewhere, but she couldn't remember it. At this moment, the man said:
"Fairy, have they seen them?"
Qin Shuang shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know, but no... he thinks I'm a little familiar."
"Neither does he!"
The man also frowned slightly, as if he was thinking hard, but he had no choice but to give up at first and said to Qin Shuang:
"His name is Feng Sanshi. What do fellow Taoists call him?"
"Qinshuang!"
"How did I get there?" Feng Sanshi's voice was filled with confusion.
"I don't know!" Qin Shuang shook his head again and said, "How did I get there? Where is that place?"
"I don't know!" Feng Sanshi also shook his head in confusion: "He doesn't know where it is, and he doesn't know how he got there. He doesn't even remember where he was before."
"He... neither!"
Both of them felt awe-inspiring, and naturally thought that they had encountered an unpredictable danger. The two people moved almost at the same time, walking in the wrong direction. They came together, stood side by side, and glanced around.
"It's so weird!"
With the cultivation level of the two people, how could Keke forget what happened before and arrive there without realizing it
The two of them glanced at each other wrongly again, with a look of caution in their eyes.
"Is it the wrong place or the wrong field? Is it the wrong place that I am enveloped in the wrong field?"
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