Chapter 120 The Soul of Li Si ling

"Tianyin Qintong?!"

You'ao Mountain picked up the wine jar and drank it all in one gulp. Suddenly, his face was full of red light, and his drunken eyes burst into a fierce light.

In the afternoon sun, thousands of waps of gas burst out in the trembling of the strings that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye, which was finely intertwined just like autumn rain, perfectly combining deadly killing and poetic painting.

Take the piano as the heart and the piano as the sword.

It seems that there is only such a faint rhyme between heaven and earth, and even the people who play the piano are gradually indifferent and melted into a string of notes full of ancient spirituality.

"Since Brother Li has this elegant interest, the younger brother will use the wine jar to chat for fun!"

The body shape of You'ao Mountain stopped Yue Zhi, and Tianyinqin shot gently on his body protection magic, and it was faintly seen that the air around him could not stop shaking like water ripples.

He raised his hand and patted the empty wine jar, and suddenly made a roar like a yellow bell, like a thunderbolt in the bleak rain. Tianyinqin was smashed in response, and a wave of equally invisible vigorous winds rushed to the injured autumn.

Li Shangqiu gently brushed his left hand on the strings and cut the wind from You'ao Mountain into two sections.

"What I play is 'Li Si Qian Yu Qu', which is divided into four articles: 'Xiao Ya', 'Da Ya', 'Ancient Style' and 'Xian Ode'. The song has always been high and the only self-entertainment. It's rare to meet a bosom friend today, and I will present the whole song for Brother Aoshan.

Li Shangqiu gently pressed the strings with both hands and said, "I just played 'Xiaoya'. Please listen to the last song 'Daya'--"

The sound of the piano sounded again, and the mood was wide open, as if coming out of a secluded path, looking at the mountains and autumn forests, but the rhyme of the piano became more and more sad and mournful, and it was about to break the liver and heart. It seems that life is boring in the world, but it is better to be free from the sound of the secluded piano.

Youaoshan Lisheng felt that all kinds of sad things in the past and bitterness couldn't help but surge into his heart, blocking his chest depressed and sore, and even thinking of the infatuated but unrepentant but thin-faced Eshanyue.

Since ancient times, there has been a lot of love and hatred, and it is even more sad to use wine to soothe sorrows.

"Boh, Boh!" His hand hit the wine jar, and the sound suddenly turned dull. He saw the boundless killing spirit in the Ziyun Pavilion stirring up. The cold light flashed like a cuckoo's blood suddenly condensed in the air, turning into red light pills, and it was like blood and tears falling into the sky.

"Wow-hoo--" He put out three palms in a row, which could withstand the offensive of the injured autumn. He suddenly woke up and said, "It's so close. It's almost his way!"

At present, he hugged Yuan Shouyi, dispelled the depression in his chest, and laughed in a long voice: "This tone is too sad, full of depression. Why don't I sing a song for Brother Li!"

"Bum!" You'ao Mountain hit the beat on the wine altar and sang loudly: "The geometry of life, such as the morning dew; the bustling, is called profit. Looking at the Tianjia Mausoleum of Rizhao Kongshan, who is the man? In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, and the world was drunk and I woke up alone. Cut the red dust 30,000 miles with the sword, and go to Yaotai banquet with you--"

His voice was hoarse and full of boldness and roughness, like clouds and water patting the sky with the faint sound of gold and stone, and a magnificent momentum rushed straight to the sky, immediately dispersing the endless sadness in the piano music.

Under the long run, the heart of the injured autumn was not aware of being infected by the song of You'ao Mountain. Two small mistakes were made in a row. He couldn't help but be shocked and said, "I didn't expect him to walk out of the shadow of the death of Eshanyue so soon. The Taoist cultivation was not only not depressed and degenerate. On the contrary, it is perfect and refined, and it is close to the sky!"

The piano pronounces the heart, and so does the song.

In the past seven years, Youao Mountain has been deeply immersed in love and can't extricate himself. He has been drunk and abandoned himself all day long, so that his cultivation has greatly faded. But now listening to this song, it is free and unrestrained. How can there be the self-repity of the past?

Only extreme love, so it can be extreme to sword.

He finally broke the happy demon out of the confusion and realized the mysterious realm of entering the Tao with love.

"Bang!" The wine glass at the edge of the injured autumn couldn't stand the pressure of the wind, and it broke into several pieces with a crisp sound.

"Good song!" The autumn rose from the sleeves, and the strings vibrate violently with red light flowers, and the sky and earth rushed to Youao Mountain under the wind of the sleeves.

Youaoshan shook his hand and threw the wine altar into the air, pulling out the magic sword from behind, like the thunder god opening the mountain with lofty feelings, chopping on the graceful flying light flowers.

"Bum!" A gorgeous light splashed, and the palm of the mountain stood like a knife to cut off the chest of Qiu.

The injured autumn picked up the guqin and played it, which has turned into the song of "ancient style". The essence of the world around him suddenly converged, casting an arc-shaped transparent light shield in front of him.

"Karala!" The palm wind smashed into pieces on the light shield, and the stone table between the two turned into a pongy powder.

Youaoshan's body shook slightly, and his right palm retreated to catch the wine jar falling from the air with his backhand.

"It's a good trick to come back after the money is scattered!" Li Wound Qiu applauded and attacked Youao Mountain with a piano as a sword.

The two men met each other, showing their unique skills in their lives, and did not dare to be careless at all.

While scratching Qiu, he stirred the guqin to attack the sword, and on the other hand, he brushed the strings with ten fingers. A song of "ancient style" flowing clouds and water did not see astringent stagnation. Between the rolling of the fingers, the sword light is beautiful.

You'ao Mountain is not much better. The Youhai magic sword has been opened and has returned to the state of returning to the truth. Any simple move in his hand suddenly shows infinite mystery, just like a ghost axe.

His left hand waved the wine jar, dancing up and down to cover the light of the sword, and the mouth of the altar made a "woo" sound.

This sound is suddenly and slow, like the wind roaring, thundering and pouring rainstorms, like a clear spring and white clouds, with its own natural tone.

The two of them have been fighting fiercely for more than a hundred rounds, which is still inseparable.

Whether it is You'ao Mountain or Li Shangqiu, they are all well-known figures in today's magic, ranking 19th and 27th in the list of the five major schools of righteousness.

For them, no matter how dazzling and exquisite the moves are, it is difficult to surprise the other party. The so-called trend of each other's three moves, five moves or even ten moves is also under control. On the contrary, it's not as good as being bold and straightforward, depending on who has higher cultivation, deeper skills and stronger fighting spirit!

Unconsciously, an ancient style is gradually coming to an end. The breath of You'ao Mountain not only did not see the appearance of exhaustion, but also became more and more vigorous. In my heart, I couldn't help admiring: "This person is really a genius. He has wasted six years of precious time. Once he defeats the demon, he can burst out such an amazing potential. I'm afraid of ten years. Within this time, you can break through the mystery and be promoted to the realm of the sky!"

Seeing a round of red sun gradually tilting to the west, it is not much time before the beginning of the 100-day festival of Eshanyue. He sighed in his heart again. If he didn't have to arrive at Fayan Peak before sunset to fight for Haixiaoshu, he really wanted to play the "Ode to Li", which is known as the eternal song, and compete with Youao Mountain.

When the piano skill has reached his level, he has already entered the Tao. The pursuit is far more than the pleasant music, but also pays more attention to the interpretation of artistic conception and self-challenging.

Only when the time, momentum, qi, luck and heart are all at the peak can we give full play to the "Song of Li", understand the road in the sound of the piano, and pursue the will of God.

But for tonight's war, he must give up all this.

Thinking of this injury, Qiu suddenly brushed his sleeves, and the "blue-blooded golden sand map" was sacrificed to the treasure of the door of the family.

You'aoshan's face changed, he waved his arms and cast out of the wine jar. His body retreated rapidly and wanted to use escape to avoid it.

"I'm sorry, Brother Aoshan!" Li Shuqiu's face showed a slight apology and suddenly urged Zhenyuan to pour the guqin.

The divine light in the piano completely locked the void of a hundred meters square, making all escape skills impossible to use.

The sound of blue-blooded golden sands spread out in the air, and the You'ao Mountain was taken in with a sword.

Qi Shangqiu looked at his left hand, grabbed the empty wine jar from You'ao Mountain, and put it firmly on the ground.

At this time, the blue blood Jinshatu slowly closed under the drive of mind and turned into an ordinary scroll, which was included in his sleeve.

The four families who left the family appeared one by one and greeted each other in unison, "Duke Li!"

Li Wangqiu nodded, happily put the Guqin into the virtual world, and asked, "Seventh brother, have you arranged it all?"

A gray-haired old man replied, "It has been arranged according to your instructions, and the Shi family and the Leng family also promised to help with all their strength. But since Youao Mountain has known the plan of the four major families to raid Fian Peak tonight, it is obvious that the wind has leaked. Are we going to change our course and make another plan?

"No, the arrow will be fired even if it doesn't shoot on the string." Li Shangqiu said, "What's more, Ni Tiangao would never think that I would do my best to help the book. When they fight with Xuanlong, we will come forward to clean up the mess."

"Depart from the father-in-law!" Another old man said, "Have you really decided to turn against Ni Tiangao? I know that Xiaoshu is the child of the second sister, but--"

"Fourth brother, you don't understand." Li Sjuqiu shook his head and said, "Let's do what we agreed before."

The four people looked at each other with a trace of confusion in their eyes, but they still said with one voice, "Yes!"

Li Qiu said faintly and said, "Let's go. Don't let the master wait."

Now the five people walked out of the Ziyun Pavilion and led a group of elite children from their families to Fayan Peak.

On the way, I saw that the owner of the Shishi family, Huaci, and the head of the Leng family, Leng Yuechan, had already been waiting with each other.

Li Zangqiu had a little greeting with the two family masters, and the three parties came to the bottom of the Fayan Peak.

At this time, there is still more than half an hour before sunset. The sun shines on the lingering clouds around Fayan Peak, reflecting the golden dazzling light. The fragrance of birds and flowers everywhere is far away. Who can think that a bloody battle will break out here after dark, and more than a dozen families in the Northern Underworld have swept in, which is inevitable!

The disciples of the Youshi family who were on duty under the Faya Peak saw Li Shangqiu, Jie Huaci and Leng Yue Zen coming together, and hurriedly greeted them and said, "Disciples, pay a visit to Li Gong, Shihou and Leng Hou on the distant shore!"

Lisaoqiu said, "Don't be polite. Have all the other families arrived?"

Youyuan'an replied, "The owners of the Ni family, the E family, the Ji family and the Mo family have all come, and the An family has also sent messengers to express their condolences."

A faint smile came out of Li Shuqiu's face and said, "Brother Tiangao and I haven't seen each other for many days. Since the king of Antian has been closed to enlightenment, the big and small affairs in the house have been maintained by him, and he is really tired.

Hearing this, Youyuan An said to himself, "After all, Li Chuqiu understands the reason. I know that Ni Tiangao is an indispensable Optimus Primer in my Northern Underworld. With his words, what are you afraid of tonight's battle?

He didn't know that Li Zanqiu came to Fayan Peak tonight. For nothing else, he came to get Ni Tian's high life.