Chapter 23 The sound of the jade flute

Yue Sihai bought four carriages. After dinner early in the morning, they left Guangyi County and went straight to the east.

Qin Yan got a carriage alone and lay drowsy in the carriage. As a weak patient, he received the most special treatment. Mrs. Yue laid several layers of bedding in his carriage, and almost arranged the carriage into a large bed, which was very comfortable even on the bumpy road. It was just lying alone, very boring. In addition, he didn't sleep all night yesterday. Not long after, he fell asleep.

It will be like this for the next few days. Although Qin Yan had internal strength out of thin air, it only relieved the soreness of the body and did not relieve the state of weakness much. Therefore, he is listless all day long. Occasionally, when he gets out of the car and walks around, he will feel backache and has to go back to lie down and rest. Yu Hanyan came to see him several times. Seeing that he was sleeping most of the time, she also felt bored, and later she stopped coming.

The weak state lasted until five days before Qin Yan finally regained his strength to walk, and his spirit was much better. He no longer dozed off all day. It's just that the sea is still empty, and I can't feel any spiritual power. It seems that it's still far from a complete recovery.

He is secretly anxious, and he will arrive at Biye City in five or six days. If he is still weak at that time, how can he have the confidence to ask the butterfly fairy for his head?

He asked Yu Hanyan for advice on how to restore his spiritual power. Yu Hanyan also knew something limited and could not solve his doubts. Seeing that he was really anxious, Yu Hanyan came up with a new method: to promote the recovery speed of spiritual power through the stimulation of illusion. So in the following days, Yu Hanyan moved to Qin Yan's carriage and applied illusions to him all day long, hoping to restore his spiritual power.

It is said that if ordinary people are blind, they will be muddle-headed all day long, confuse dreams with reality, and even die of insanity in the end. As a disciple of the po suomen, Qin Yan's spiritual will is much stronger than that of ordinary martial arts people. Under deliberate resistance, the general level of illusion is not very effective for him. And in order to prevent Yu Hanyan from asking him the secret of his teacher, he must always be energetic to deal with it. Over time, it made Yu Hanyan feel bored.

"Brother, do you remember the day you dealt with the black sun bat? My family once asked you whether the method you used to increase your power was a 'sifice'. You nodded at that time, didn't you?"

"Did I nod? Haha, that's right. I nodded at that time, because I wanted to fool you. You won't take it seriously, will you?"

"Isn't it Jinkou Yuyan? If you nod, you just admit it. How dare you do it!"

"Sister, if you believe it, why do you ask me again?"

Yu Hanyan looked at him fixedly and suddenly sighed, "Bad boy, do you know that your performance will make my family feel deeply frustrated? So, my family asked you again, is the skill you used at that time 'the secret of giving up your life'?

Qin Yan asked, "Do you really want to know?"

Yu Hanyan nodded gently: "If you tell my family, my family is willing to exchange another secret about the inheritance of my teacher..."

What other secrets can Yu Hanyan have? Is Jiulongfeng's personal disciple also fake? Qin Yan is not uninterested, but he really can't answer. The reputation of Basamen in the martial arts is too bad. As a disciple of the demon sect that everyone shouts to fight, how can Qin Yan easily reveal his identity? Even if he believes that Yu Hanyan will not harm him, there is no guarantee that she will not reveal the secret. After all, all the so-called secrets are first told out of their own mouths before they are finally widely known. Although Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan have had a common experience of suffering, the relationship has not been close enough for him to reveal the great secrets related to his own fate.

So he could only reply faintly, "Sorry, I can't say."

Yu Hanyan is very disappointed. She turned her head, lifted the curtains, and looked at the roads and fields slowly moving back outside the carriage without saying anything for a long time.

Qin Yan only said that the senior sister probably felt bored again and said, "Senior sister..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yu Hanyan look back, with a slight smile on his face and said, "It seems that the general charm is useless to you, so let my family play a song for you. If you can still hold on, my family should really retire. With that, she took out a green jade flute from her sleeve, put it close to her mouth, and blew it gently. Suddenly, there was a soft sound like a breeze blowing across her ears, immersed in her heart like a drizzle.

It was just a few strokes, but the sound hit Qin Yan's heart. There were bursts of strong throbbing in his chest, which was an ancient dream that he could not remember, but it rose again in front of his eyes at this time. The soft flute sound turned into a cold spring melted into spring snow dripping on the young leaves, which was seductive and trembling, as if to freeze the time of this moment into permanent.

Everything returned to tranquility, people closed their eyes and said nothing, and the carriage stopped moving forward.

Qin Yanru was stunned and in a trance. He couldn't help but lift the mantle, got out of the carriage and came to the countryside.

Autumn is approaching, and the cool wind stirred up pieces of yellow leaves and fell beside him. In the traction of the flute, the wind also became quiet. The depression, weakness and pain in his chest floated in the wind with the dancing fallen leaves. The snow-capped peaks in the distance, the clear ice water flowed down, extremely pure, throwing away all troubles and sorrows. Several white birds flew by, the cry of joy echoed in the empty world, and the lonely valley was also a little angry. The yellow leaf entangled his body, and he was completely exposed to the beautiful colors woven by the lingering breeze and fragrance, so he forgot the past, and the only thing he remembered was the melodious sound of the flute.

The evening breeze lifted his clothes and made a whirling sound. He paused, hesitated a little, and the music he heard in his ears turned again.

There is no longer the free and easyness of dust and the tranquility of avoiding the world. A strong and heavy sense of sadness appeared in the sound of the flute, which made the listener's heart tightened and sad that he was about to cry.

Qin Yan felt the changes in the song and suddenly woke up from his leisurely memories. He raised his hand silently, but felt a little cold on his palm. The afterglow of the sunset was about to disappear, but it began to drizzle at this time. Just like this, the sound of the flute is half of the desolate dusk, and the other is the sadness of whispering.

The desolate and sad sound of the flute rotated in the carriage, too heavy to drift away with the wind, and wisps penetrated into the silent soil. The sun disappeared, and the beautiful flowers in the day were covered with a layer of decaying blue-black gauze, the petals were weakly scattered, and the prosperity of a lifetime had come to an end.

The slight breeze blew, but it couldn't lift the drowsy silence.

The sound of the flute infected the surrounding nature, emitting a dead spirit, and the vegetation in the field began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. Night is coming, and the kingfisher on the branches makes a sad cry. Its small life can't stand this strong death, and its soul is gradually drawn out of its shell. It felt that life was about to die, and its mouth made desperate calls. It flapped its wings desperately and chased towards the only remaining sunshine of the West Mountain. However, after a dead sound of the condensed flute, the desperate darkness covered the sky, and the remaining warmth faded away. The withered wings gradually waved and slid down weakly. The only green in its eyes was buried in darkness in an instant.

As the object of this funeral soul song, Qin Yan couldn't control himself and clenched his fist. His face was flushed, gasping and sweating profusely. Because the world is not transferred by human will, after losing his spiritual power, he can no longer resist this soul-threatening music. He is at a loss and immersed in it, sad and painful, and unable to extricate himself.

The sound of the flute came, like the banshee crying at night and the mourning of an old ape, which is also a portrayal of Yu Hanyan's true mood. Desperate and heartless. In addition to Qin Yan, she was deeply immersed in this painful dream.

The internal force surges in the body, and waves impact the meridians. Even if it is just a trickle, the power after the storm is not small. Qin Yan's so-called broad and strong meridians are also relative to the power of order. When the internal force is driven out of control, it is too easy to destroy a human body.

Qin Yan punched the thick tree trunk, and the anti-shock force made him spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his body couldn't help trembling. The music couldn't help pouring into his ears, and the mental depression had made him unable to care about his physical pain. He fell to the ground and only felt that even his soul would float out of his body and disperse into the boundless night with the wind and the sound of the flute. His body rolled up involuntarily and suddenly hit a big tree. The sudden sharp pain and dizziness brought him a brief awakening.

No, I can't die yet! I want to pursue the man of all laws and the ultimate road in the world. How can he die here easily?

He struggled to stand up, wrapped his hands around the thick tree trunk, raised his mouth to the sky and let out a sad roar: "Ah————"

The roar made the branches tremble, but it could not break through the shackles of the flute. However, after this roar, a warm sea of self-knowledge rose, and in an instant, it bloomed like a snowy mountain ice lotus, reflecting the extremely clear and crystal light into my heart. He immediately woke up completely, and let the faint sound of the flute blow in his ear and was no longer affected by it.

Spiritual power, he finally felt the existence of spiritual power again. Although it is only a very weak ray, it is enough for him to use the "search spell" to isolate the charm of the sound of the flute, and the disordered internal force in his body gradually calmed down. He let go of his hands and patted the dust on his body. He strode into the carriage. At a glance, he saw Yu Hanyan closing his eyes and playing the flute. His heart was so angry that he reached out and grabbed the jade flute beside her mouth and shouted angrily, "Yu Hanyan, do you want to kill me?"