Chapter 33 Xiao Xiaoqin Covers Farewell
A steep rock wall facing the sea in the east, and the Shanghai wind roars at the cliff. Thousands of feet away from the high cliff wall, there is a row of wide buildings, which rise from the smooth hillside like a mirror and deep into the clouds where they don't know where to go.
It turned out that Qimiao and others bypassed the high mountain that made them stop and watch, flew like the wind, and came to the back of the mountain. Here was the vast ocean, with the waves beating on the shore, and the water vapor was full of a strong chill.
On the edge of this vast sea, there are no green mountains, green peaks like clusters, and a depressing appearance. You can only see the mountains hanging 30 people here. The mountains are majestic and vast, with thousands of weather. The whole mountain wall is quite like a pillar of the world, standing in the wind and turbid waves.
I only heard Li Minghua's great appreciation for the scenery and praised it: "The south of the mountain is the sun, and the north is the south of the mountain is the shade. The south of this mountain is flat, and the north is located in the Wangyang. The north and south are more different than the Kunlun Mountain where I was born. Its south is green and lush, and its north is broad and majestic, which is eye-opening."
"Ju Yunxuan is built according to this mountain, which is more bold, but it occupies a good feng shui..." Qi Miao also echoed and nodded and praised.
"If the two fairies like the spirit of this mountain, they can live with me, Ju Yunxuan for ten days and half a month. My younger brother is not talented. He is willing to travel around the mountains and rivers with two fairies and beauties as the host, which is exactly happy..." Xia Wenqing heard the two women's words to praise their territory, and he looked very happy. He just boasted about his mouth. However, Li Miaohua and Qi Miao ignored her. The latter just smiled politely, but Ming Yuexin looked at him with disgust and thought to herself:
"This person's salivary appearance is thick-skinned and invulnerable. Alas, there is no reason to be disturbed by this person's mind to enjoy the beautiful scenery. It's really boring..."
I only heard the owner of the Iron Sword Gate keep urging: "Go quickly, don't stop talking and linger. It's so impatient!"
Mingyue couldn't help but say unkindly, "This crazy old man is also really noisy. Why is he so anxious to enter Yunxuan? Isn't he afraid of missing dinner?"
So the seven wonderful people went up with the figure of the Xia brothers of Juyunxuan and kept flying up. They gradually fell on the mountainside. Looking around, they saw that this place was dragging up, which was an intermittent building. Then Xia Mingwu introduced again: "This place is full of real estate in Juyunxuan, so that you can know In fact, this mountain also has a small range of imperial air prohibition. If others want to come over, they have to climb up on foot, and I hold the Ju Yunxuan token in my hand, which can prohibit the imperial air from letting go of the people around me, so we can get here so easily.
"Thank you, Brother Xia, for letting us get the glory." Zhou Hanzhi thanked him and praised, "This cliff is steep and dangerous. It is under the jurisdiction of the East China Sea. It is not easy to do, but it is a natural barrier..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished his words, he added new changes. There were dozens of noisy voices from far to near the mountain in the distance. Xia Wuming was shocked for a moment and suddenly thought, "How come the footsteps and voices of those 20 people kept coming. Thinking of Ju Yunxuan's disciple who freely guarded the passage at the foot of this mountain, fate Why didn't make a sound, which made these many people easily go up the mountain, and Ju Yunxuan was completely unprepared!"
Zhou Han stopped looking at the corners of his eyes and saw that Xia Wuming's face had changed. He had already expected three points in his heart. He gently opened the fan of heaven and stood up in front of Qi Miao. Several people raised their eyes and suddenly saw that there were three groups of people and horses fighting against each other on the mountain road under him!
Qi Miao stared and saw that on the outermost edge of the cliff, there was a winding plank road, winding up, towering into the clouds, as if it were a ladder. There were ten or 20 people gathered on the plank road and had no reason to fight.
When I looked closely, I saw that these people were divided into three groups of people. One of them was Mo Cheng, the star sword of the twelve-star sword, who had fought with several people. There was a tall, slender and red exotic woman beside him, but it was not the battle with Qi Miao that led to Zong Haiming, a master. Did you abolish the fiery Xingmu Yanxi of his martial arts...
On that day, Zong Haiming rudely destroyed Mu Yanxi's original magic weapon, Jiulong Zun, which destroyed his practice for 20 years. In addition to Mu Yanxi's resentment, he even hated Qi Miao. Qi Miao saw this woman from afar and didn't know if she could come out to wander, but she found some way to improve her skills. Thinking of this The woman's angry eyes only felt a headache. She smiled a few times and forced her to look away from the woman.
Looking at the other side of Mo Cheng, he was a swordsman in gorgeous clothes. Because she was far away, she couldn't see it clearly for a moment. She only felt that the swordsman was dancing in ochre red clothes against the wind, and there was a faint golden light on it. He held a sword in his hand, which seemed quite calm and calm and bold.
The three were surrounded by several swordsmen in turn. Qi Miao nodded secretly, thinking that these people were the forces of the military alliance, but they didn't know what the military alliance would come here to join in?
Looking down again, I saw an old man in his fifties sitting cross-legged in the middle of the plank road that could barely pass side by two or three people. From a distance, he was dressed in a high crown and a long robe, which was quite ancient. The man put a wooden Yao piano three feet long and six feet wide on his knee. He was stroking the piano with one hand and played the piano from afar. Sound.
The sound of the piano is ethereal and melancholy, as if it were gurgling water, without the fireworks in the world. The old man stroked the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano was like the wind of thousands of pine trees, complaining about admiration, with a little sadness, like the gurgling water, and the feelings were cleansed, as if the endless words of the human heart of the world, weeping endless deep resentment.
The old man's mood also seemed to be immersed in this bleakness, whispering and whispering, not paying attention to the heroes around him at all. It's strange that this piano sound was not murderous at all, but let a group of people around him gather the real yuan and silently play it.
Several people looking from afar, such as Xia Wenqing, don't know what kind of mystery the old man is doing. They stared and can't figure it out. The seven wonderful people are quite Taoists, but they have already seen that the old man stroked Yaoqin gently. Every sound wave played out must carry a true air, like a ripple of water, wave in the air.
The seven wonderful beautiful eyes stared quietly. At this time, I saw that the old man's sound waves were looking for the mountain where the Lingyun plank Road relied on. It was two feet high and was a smooth cliff like a mirror. At this moment, a monk with a bald head holding a corner rock on the cliff in one hand, and the other hand could not help spinning a gold. The rigid wheel is like the sound wave resistance of the old man below.
I saw that the monk was dressed like a fool, with a string of Buddha beads hanging high on his neck. The Buddha beads were plump and thick, hanging in front of his chest. As he broke and rotated the diamond wheel, he couldn't help shaking. The second monk's other hand half hugged and half leaned against the outstretched corner rock. It's also strange that this corner of the rock is only an inch long. It has been attacked by the sea breeze for many years and is damp and slippery. However, the monk doesn't know what kind of original he has. A hand attached to it seems to have a suction cup, firmly sticking to it, making the monk hang firmly on the rock wall.
I saw the monk dancing and swearing at the same time. His shouting was full of breath, as if he had covered the sound of the sea and waves. Although Qimiao and other people were far away, they could actually hear it. They only heard him swear:
"Sun Dezong, you old man! If you have the ability, you can really fight with me. How can you plot against He with sound poison? What's your ability!"
It turned out that the person sitting on the Lingyun plank road and stroked the piano on the ladder every day was Sun Dezong, the new Zuoju envoy of the Demon Sect. This person was originally the owner of the magic sect. He was ordinary and unrestrained, and magnificent. At this time, he was in a high position, but he was even more courageous.
Qimiao lived in southern Xinjiang for a long time and did not know Sun Dezong. When he saw the two people behind him, he looked over, there was a trace of imperceptible surprise in the corners of his eyes, and said in his heart, "Why did the people of the demon religion also come over? Isn't it happen to the Three Immortals*? Or is there any shocking secret on this Ju Yunxuan?
It turned out that behind Sun Dezong, there were two well-dressed people standing around at this moment. One was short and stood with his hand down. He looked at the situation coldly, but did not say a word. Who is Qin Yi, who had known Qi Miao before? This man is the new right-hand envoy of the Demon Sect, but he still looks calm and does not show a trace of sharpness.
Look at the other man, he is a strong and tall man, but isn't he Qin Yi's good partner? Chen Kai, the rude and upside down man, clenched his fist tightly, but he looked aggressive. It seems that he was scolded by the monk hanging on the cliff, and his heart was burning with anger.
At this time, the monk hanging on the cliff is scolding more fiercely and roaring more and more urgently. The King Kong wheel in his hand is also dancing, turning faster and faster. Except for Xia Wenqing and stupid, who can't walk through, Qi Miao and so on are all bright-sighted people. As early, you can see that the old man called Sun Dezong is directed by the sound wave, mostly pointing to the high-hanging monk. There is still a lingering sound scattered around. Although it is only a small part, it is also worth making the surrounding audience be careful.
"What's the age of this old man playing the piano? He is dressed in a Taoist fairy style, and his skills are also very good..." Li Miaohua traveled down the mountain to know the heroes all over the world. At this moment, he was very excited to see the calmness of the old man's fairy family. He pulled Qi Miao's sleeve and kept pointing.
Qi Miao thought about the reason why the demon religion came here, and let her comment beside her, only smiling, but did not answer. At the same time, Zhou Han stopped his eyebrows but locked. He wanted to gather more and more people around him. He calculated in his mind, lest that these people would be unfavorable to him.
At this time, I saw Sun Dezong suddenly stroking the piano and drinking, and his voice became more and more empty. He only heard him sing loudly:
Linlin is oblique to the sky,
Floating clouds cover the sun,
Who sings peace and adds sorrow,
But a glass of wine.
After saying that, he stroked his palm on the Yaoqin, and the sound of Miaoqin suddenly returned to silence. Only the lingering sound was endless, and the sound of the sea and waves sounded.