Chapter 113 Open the River

At the top of the mountain, the elders of the six major factions were slightly relieved to see the calming cloud. Suddenly, an elder shouted, "Come and see, move."

The elders gathered together and saw the light spots on the six-faced compass. Except for the scattered ones, all the others moved in a pile, as if they were all walking in the same direction. The elders watched calmly, but after a period of time, the light did not move again.

What's going on? The elders feel strange. They are also people who have experienced the ghost realm. They know that the scattered light spots are probably those who have experienced people who have lurked. But what's wrong with so many people gathered together? Never seen it.

"Have you been arrested by the ghost general?" There is no doubt about hatred. Everyone was silent and had this guess, and their hearts were heavy. It was reasonable that if such a situation happened, they should be able to save them. Can it be saved from the ghost general? Not to mention that it has the cultivation of the ghost king at the end of the period, and I don't know how many of his subordinates the ghost king level is. With these people who run through the disaster, I'm afraid there will be no return.

"Wow!" An elder of Fuxian Island pointed to a moving light spot on the compass in front of him, and everyone came to watch. The elder and the elder Sun looked at each other. They were very familiar with this divine light spot. They were very worried. They didn't move. What did this boy do alone?

Yue Qianchou closed his eyes and brewed a little. After opening his eyes, he smiled at the beautiful woman opposite him. His ten fingers flipped over the strings, and the previous performance was open like clouds and water, which was a tune that everyone had never heard before. The maid's eyes lit up and listened quietly. Since the ghost general was able to make a pipa, he naturally understood this, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at Yue Qianchou.

Wanfenyuan knew the three female disciples of Yue Qianchou and never knew that he could play the piano. All he knew was that he had a good relationship with the chief elder, and then he often went to Wanfenyuan to eat and drink. Everyone gradually immersed themselves in the sound of the piano.

Yue Qianchou suddenly sang. His voice was not perfect, and his singing voice was slightly hoarse, but the charm was leisurely: "The road is endless, and the world's extravagant love is endless. Generations are predestined, flowing the same blood and drinking the same water. This road is long and long. Of course, red flowers accompany the green leaves. Who will accompany them in this life? The insignificant back and forth, and the past scene resurfaced. Although the lotus root is broken, it sighs that the world is full of changes..."

Of course, a red flower is matched with green leaves. Who will accompany you for the rest of your life? The ghost general and the maid were moved, and the two of them couldn't help themselves. Their eyes were lingering, and warmth emerged. The female disciple under the stage was in a trance, with a gentle brilliance in her eyes and a little spring. The generals and male disciples only felt that the song was good, and the words meant the vicissitudes of life, and they were deeply immersed in it one after another.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano was a little excited. Yue Qianchou looked straight at the ghost general and sang, "Love the country and love the beauty more. Which hero would rather be lonely? Good son, full of courage, lofty and famous all over the world, and his life is only a few autumns! Don't get drunk, my beauty in the east! The Yellow River in the west, come and have a drink! Don't stop drunk. Don't worry about your worries..."

As soon as he sang in the second half, the ghost general's eyes moved away from the maid, stared at Yue Qianchou, and the muscles on his face kept rubbing, looking extremely excited. The men off the stage were all infected by the men's blood sung in the lyrics. The generals were full of ups and downs, and their eyes were red. Presumably, they were soldiers. They were once fighting in the east and the west and blood-stained battlefield. They were more able to understand that sentence. Good men, full of courage,

The soldiers clenched their teeth and trembled all over. Although they died and the past is long, this situation can be recalled. Don't give up this body in vain, die in the battlefield, and the soul will not return. If you don't believe it? Today, there is a song as proof... Good son, full of courage, lofty and famous all over the world.

Yue Qianchou played and sang repeatedly. In the end, he was infected by the crowd and unconsciously mobilized Zhenyuan. The piano was louder, the song was stronger, and it rolled around. After a few times, a homonym came out of the finger ring, and the echo rippled for a long time.

It was not until Yue Qianchou sat down for a while and stood up that everyone found that the playing and singing was over. A general under the stage suddenly punched heavily and hit his chest. He raised his fist and shouted, "General."

In an flash, except for the disciples of all factions, everyone raised their fists and shouted, "General...General..." The mood was boiling, and the sound shook all over the world. The evil spirit of the scene was scattered from everyone, and the clouds gathered in mid-air. The disciples of all factions were stunned.

In the face of the crowd, the ghost general tried to calm down the ups and downs of his chest. He raised his palms and pressed them hard, and the sergeants stopped. He turned around again, looked at Yue Qianchou, gritted his teeth and burst out two words: "Good song."

Yue Qianchou arched his hand and said with a smile, "The general praises me. I don't know how the morale has recovered for the general? Is the general satisfied?

"Haha..." The ghost general looked up to the sky and smiled, and suddenly waved his hand and said, "Such a good song, is there a song name?"

Yue Qianchou simply flattered him to the end and said with a smile, "This song is made now, and it hasn't been named yet. Since the general wants it, just take a name and give it to the general." As he looked around, his eyes fell on a huge flagpole under the field. The finger in his hand was pinched, and three cold rays rushed out. After a dazzling carving on the flagpole, he clenched his fists, and the three cold lights quickly returned to his position.

Everyone followed the ghost general and saw a few big words on the flagpole. The ghost general repeatedly said, "Love the country and love the beauty more, love the country and love the country more love the beauty..." Then he laughed and said, "What a person who loves the country and loves the beauty more. Mr. Yue is really a great talent!"

Yue Qianchou just wanted to say a few polite words, but he made a gesture to the bottom again. Suddenly, all the soldiers below shouted, "Mr. Yue is really a great talent!" Mr. Yue is really a great talent!" After shouting twice in a row, the ghost general stopped with a wave of his hand.

"Cough..." Yue Qianchou clenched his fist and pretended to cough twice, and his face turned rare red.

The ghost general pulled the maid beside him, took her hand and said softly, "Of course, the red flowers are matched with green leaves. Who will accompany you for the rest of your life? My beauty in the east, my beauty in the west... huh!" He suddenly turned his head and asked, "Mr. Yue, where is the so-called Yellow River in the west of the Yellow River sung in the song? I have also been in all directions. Why haven't I heard of it? Why do you still ask me some advice?

"Cough..." Yue Qianchou coughed again, damn it! I forgot to sing, I forgot to change the lyrics by the way. How did I bring the Yellow River in my previous life? Now where can I find the Yellow River? It turns out that this is the idiom that comes from, damn it!

But such a question seems to be difficult for him, and he can naturally give a confusing answer to the past. Yue Qianchou suddenly said, "Although the world is a bright universe, the world is coming down, and people's hearts are not ancient. I don't know which river can be described by the word clear. Since I feel turbid, so what if I call it the Yellow River?"