A cold flute rushed towards Varg with a fierce murderous intent. The anger of Varg's whole body was reduced to zero by the cold flute in an instant, his whole body stiffened and he didn't know how to move.
All the people present were cold and cold all over.
The sound of the flute was so cold, as if people were in the ice and snow, even the flowing blood was condensed.
The sound of the flute sounded like murderous, resentful, deep and cold with indifference, creating a kind of cold evil, which makes people's hearts fall into the cold pool with that artistic conception, without any intent to fight.
The icy chill made everyone tremble.
Yu Xiaohan! Using Xiaosheng as a weapon to kill people invisibly, the ability to operate is a mental skill.
This kind of move that can kill people at a distance of a few meters can be invisible, except for people who are more powerful than the operator, or use the same music to defend, there is no way to resist the attack of sound.
People have five senses, unless they close their hearing, they may not be affected.
Wagge suddenly stiffened, and his fist, which seemed extremely powerful, was now nothing more than a paper tiger.
Suddenly, there was a sharp flute, and Wagg only felt his eardrums for a while, and then he was hit hard on his chest, and then a mouthful of blood exploded, and his whole body was weak.
It seems that the sound just now has turned into a sharp sword that severely injured Varg's heart.
The murderousness of the sound is endless, and it is impossible to prevent it.
It is extremely dangerous ability!
Not only the guests in the Zhiyin Pavilion, but even Lu Ji was shocked. Such a move is terrible!
Suddenly, I didn't know where the flute sound came from, breaking the cold atmosphere in the Zhiyin Pavilion.
"Whether it makes me sad or regretful
Hate heaven, you don't know
It makes me suffer, or it makes me tired
Fluttering in the wind, Ren Xiaoyao...
"What a cold flute... Why don't you let me join in the fun?"
Qingyue's voice came from outside the pavilion, and the voice was like a warm sun suddenly appeared in the snow and ice in the sky, everyone was extremely excited, and then opened the window and all looked out of the window.
A small boat is slowly wandering on the river where the Zhiyin Pavilion is located. Behind the boat canopy stands a young man who thinks he is fluttering in white. The hat is shining on the young man. He can't see his appearance, but he can tell that the young man is not old. But there is a fairy-like agility.
Everyone straightened their eyes, where did this fairy son come from
"The hero is not afraid of being too indifferent
I am proud wherever I am
It’s hard for a fate
I want to be arrested all my life
Love is so deep that you can't see the sky
Gratitude and grievance burned for generations
Love and heart can't live to be old
How can I forget you...
"Hehehe..."
Hearty laughter reverberated throughout the Zhiyin Pavilion, and everyone's minds were immersed in the publicity of singing, and the body that had been frozen earlier was now boiling with excitement.
Dongfang Yi's eyes were full of shock, this singing actually suppressed his own flute!
The cold boy narrowed his violet eyes, a trace of inquiry flashed in his eyes, and then opened his eyes in surprise, unable to see the ability level of the boy in white!
Except for his father and grandfather, he never thought that his musical attainments would be lost to others. Today, this teenager looks much younger than himself. What point has he reached
"Zhiyin Pavilion is really a good place. Xiaosheng is here to visit today. I don't know if the son who just played the flute is here?" The young man asked with a smile, and the gray-clothed guards beside him lowered his hat brim and supported it. Changzhu parked the boat not far from the Zhiyin Pavilion, and did not intend to go forward.
Needless to say, this white-clothed boy is of course Aojun. As for the gray-clothed guard who has worked so hard to punt, it is Mo Yun. Today, he came here to subdue this Dongfang Yi who is only interested in music.
Now it happens to attract the interest of Dongfang Yi, but I can't wear it at this time.
"The person who plays the flute just now is here, I don't know what the son can advise?" Dongfang Yi walked two steps and stood in front of the window and said to Aojun who was on the river outside the window. A look of expectation flashed in his eyes. Knowing whether it will be that young man, "Dare to ask the young man's name?"
"Your flute sound is good, but it's too cold, there is no other feelings, can not be called music, unintentional people will not have moving music." Aojun did not respond to Dongfang Yi's question, just pointed out directly The fatal wound in Eastern Yiqu.
Dongfang Yi's whole body was shaken, his eyes were unconcealed with excitement: "The son knows the chill in my song?"
"It doesn't matter if you give up the hurtful thing... You are not suitable for that tune, the best way is to find a tune that suits you as soon as possible!" Aojun Qingyue's voice is full of vicissitudes of old-fashioned vibes, "My surprise There are countless fairy sounds in the land. If you want to get music that can accompany you, you can come to the land of Jingqu. My name is Jingqu, and I’m called Master Jingqu..."
Aojun was about to leave, when Mo Yun saw Aojun's instructions, he immediately urged his abilities in secret, and a huge fountain suddenly rose on the surface of the water and flooded the two of them.
"Young Master Jingqu, please stay, you haven't told me how to find the place of Jingqu!" Dongfang Yi excitedly climbed up the window and almost jumped down.
With a sudden bang in the air, Dongfang Yi subconsciously moved his hand to catch something, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be a scroll.
"Let’s meet on the water, I will send you today’s song, if it is destined, we will see you again." Master Jing Qu’s voice echoed in the air, and the figure was long gone, including the boat in the lake and the guard. This shock made everyone straight. Got an eye.
Has the god descended to earth
Opening the scroll now, a large scroll of Long Feifeng Wu suddenly appeared on the paper, and the three big characters Ren Xiaoyao caught Dongfang Yi’s eyes, good words and good words, even in the Dongfang home, which is known as a master of literature and art, never encountered such a calligraphy that shocked his heart. .
The song just now is made up of the lyrics above. That is his dream! Master Jingqu
I, Dongfangyi remembers you!
Since then, the land of Jingqu has become a mysterious legend among the population, but it has never been known. It was not until a few years later that Dongfangyi became the land of Jingqu, and no one else could know the land of Jingqu.
All of this is a story.
Dongfang Yi stared at the scroll, Varg hadn't known where he was, but Lu Ji frowned while looking at the familiar voice.
Is there such a place in this world as the place of surprise
And where does that familiar feeling come from
Does that person seem to know him
After thinking about it, Lu Ji suddenly condensed her eyebrows and thought deeply. Could it be him
After the farce in the Zhiyin Pavilion, Master Jingqu's statement immediately spread throughout the City of Phantom Spirit.
Aojun and Mo Yun were eating and drinking in a certain restaurant, and the things that caused them were totally disregarded.
What Aojun fancy is just the good seed of Dongfang Yi.
"Speaking of Young Master Jingqu, where does this person exist in the world!" Mo Yun looked at Aojun, the flesh on his face twitched, and he couldn't laugh or cry at all. Isn't this pure playing Dongfang Yiwan
If Dongfang Yi finally learns about this, it won't end with Aojun!
"Mo Yun, sometimes appropriate lies are also indispensable, watch it, Dongfang Yi will definitely be submissive by then!" Aojun laughed, and his mood was rare and sunny.
Mo Yun smiled bitterly, "I only hope that Dongfang Yi will not furious by then!"
The excitement will continue to follow Aojun, and it seems that the academy will not be as boring as before.
"Rumping? How could Dongfang Yi get into a rage? When he finds Master Jingqu, he will be too late to be happy. Isn't the so-called Master Jingqu just me?" Aojun smiled strangely. He will listen to me in order to get my songs and teach me obediently!"
Mo Yun really didn't want to tell Aojun if she thought it was too beautiful. Although Dongfang Yi likes rhythm and can be said to be crazy, it does not mean that he will tolerate being played as a monkey!
"What do you plan to do if Dongfang Yizhen is angry?"
"Don't do anything!" Aojun said unceremoniously, "He is angry and cares about me!"
"This..." Mo Yun opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. What answer was this? Poor Dongfang Yi, I hope you won’t die too badly...
After drinking and eating, Aojun and Mo Yun left the restaurant, and then walked to the college. At this moment, the sky was over, and thousands of lights were shining brightly, decorating this prosperous holy city.
Aojun looked at the flashing lights and couldn't help but think of the city that never sleeps before, and the person who was deeply imprinted in his heart.
Was the original betrayal really just pure betrayal
She still remembers Feng Qingyan saying to herself that he liked her, he really liked her, or how could he have that kind of affection and affection for a person who has never given his sincerity with his own wisdom? Is it really possible to say that it changes when it changes
In order to betray proud of it so easy to do it.
Aojun looked in a trance, this sentiment could be a recollection, but he was already in a daze at the time.
Feng said lightly, Aojun will not close his heart just because of you. If you can meet him, Aojun will ask you why you were so decisive.
"Little son, shall we go back?" Mo Yun asked, looking at the sky.
Aojun waved his hand and said, "I still want to walk alone for a while, Mo Yun, please go back first."
"But..." Mo Yun was a little worried, this phantom holy city is very big, what if it gets lost
"Okay, I won't have anything to do, you'd better go back first!" Aojun waved his hand impatiently, and then disappeared with a sound of repair, leaving Mo Yun standing alone in the middle of the road, dumbfounded.
After a long while, he shook his head and walked back to the academy.
Throwing away Mo Yun, Aoyun walked alone on the long street, and the surrounding crowd came and went indifferently. She felt like she was outside the world, watching people gather and scattered, the tide ebb and flow, and she ignored it. The fact that I am also in the game.