King Taming's thick arm went around Qingqing's neck, and the shining sword was clamped on Qingqing's throat. Hearing a cry from behind, Ziqin stopped.
He turned around calmly, and there was even a hint of smile in the corner of his eyes.
"Qing Qing, let the king of the Northern Desert see what you have learned in the past few days?"
Before King Taming could react for a moment, he felt his elbow shake, and a sharp pain spread along the meridians from his wrist to his heart. With a "clang" sound, the scimitar in his hand broke into two pieces, and the broken piece
Ban Dao suddenly flew up and jumped into the air.
Seeing the purple light flashing by, King Taming was about to avoid it when he realized that his right arm was frozen in place, unable to move even an inch. Qingqing placed the white jade flute on his wrist, and then made a horizontal movement of "Thousand Miles of Clouds"
", and took advantage of the situation to push him aside. When he turned around, the white jade flute head rushed directly in front of King Taming.
Fortunately, this man has experienced hundreds of battles and is not a mediocre person who can be frightened with just one move. Being pushed and dodged by Qing Qing, even though he had no choice but to retreat two or three steps away, he finally stabilized his body and sank down in an instant.
Eyes, a fierce light flashed from them.
Raising his hand, he was about to hit the wooden flute in Qing Qing's hand.
Suddenly, a strange sound came from behind. King Taming did not have the ability to hear the sound from a distance, and he did not dare to turn around easily when faced with the enemy. But just because of this hesitation, the arm that was frozen in the air tightened suddenly.
He was tightly entangled by something. Then he saw a long sleeve of water flashing across his eyes. The long sleeve was pulled, and half of his body had to fall backwards.
Jimo Yao's water sleeves took action and almost pulled King Taming down to the sand.
Although the leader of Jimo has practiced hard for many years, he still has no ability to listen to music. But when Yang Wei broke Qing Qing's disguise, he could understand in a moment - he dodged three consecutive strikes of King Taming, and this Linghu wild man was indispensable.
Credit for helping in the dark.
At this moment, the two of them happened to be enemies of the same person, the leader of Jimo, so they naturally did not want to owe the Linghu family any favors.
King Taming shouted loudly, rushed forward, and tore off the water sleeves tightly wrapped around his arms. Linghu Qingqing opened the white jade flute and rarely smiled at each other with Jimo Yao.
No matter how powerful King Taming is on his own, he is still no match for the two young girls put together.
Hearing that the outcome had been decided behind her, Ziqin felt relieved and turned around. Yang Wei still hugged the body of the Baiyin Qin tightly, his eyes were filled with fierceness, and all the hatred in his heart was directed at the green robe he was wearing.
Ziqin sighed and spoke slowly: "How long did it take you to cast this piano?"
"Sixteen years." There was no change in emotion in the woman's quiet voice, "Is this Qin the same age as your apprentice? When you became the head of Lirong Mountain, the old head of the Jimo family said, if there is no such a
You are a gigantic creature that can play the sounds of all things, but even the eight-note instrument cannot control you!"
"Control me?" Ziqin finally couldn't help but sneer, "Lirong disciples have their own family mottos and rules to control them, how could they ever have the eight-note four instruments to control them?"
When Yang Wei heard this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He even couldn't bear it anymore, raised his head and laughed non-stop: "What a joke. Head Linghu, you can listen to this, don't you think it's ridiculous?" Seeing Ziqin frowned.
, did not answer, Yang Wei wiped the tears welling up from the corners of his eyes, and kept laughing: "You wild guys on Lirong Mountain, when did you ever take your ancestors' sect rules and family mottos seriously?"
Menruo really has some respect for his seniors,
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You shouldn’t even take a step down the mountain!”
Taking a step forward, the hot fire made the woman's ferocious face even paler. Ziqin narrowed his eyes and smiled bitterly: "You are right, Qingqing and I came down the mountain to break the ancestral rules.
"
The woman suddenly stopped smiling and asked: "Does the leader know what this 'sand prison' is used for?"
Ziqin shook his head, but suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he understood something.
"If King Taming likes slaves and women, he will naturally want as many as he wants. How can he care about a group of old, weak and disabled people locked up in a sand prison?"
"But you like it."
"Of course I like it." Yang Wei tilted his head, with some admiration in his eyes, looking at the giant creature beside him, "Before those slaves were captured, they were nothing more than trash that could be seen everywhere in the world. They can donate blood
For my children, it means that their life in this world has not been in vain..."
It turned out that hundreds of "slaves" had been imprisoned in the sand prison for more than ten years, and they were all crushed under this towering harp!
Ziqin couldn't restrain her fingertips from trembling, and shouted uncontrollably in her throat: "You're crazy!" Hearing this, Yang Wei turned his head, as if hearing a word that made his ears prick,
There was a bit of mockery in his eyes, and a bit of enjoyment.
"If I wasn't a madman, how could I have created such an outstanding child?" The woman's slender fingers stroked the silk strings, and the light from the strings flickered slightly, and the giant pole several feet high suddenly buzzed.
To a casual listen, this sound was no different from an ordinary chirping sound. However, as soon as the lingering sound fell, the yellow sand in the sky suddenly became a little quieter, and even the roaring wind had to deflect the piano body half an inch.
The lingering sound lingered, and even Qing Qing and Jimo temporarily stopped.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the Baiyin Qin for a moment. At this moment, even Jimo Yao, who had an elm-headed head that didn't understand music, could hear the pleasant buzzing sound, and his heart was trembling with shock.
Qing Qing and Gongshu Wang all whispered in unison: "It sounds so good..."
"Listen." Yang Wei squinted and looked at Ziqin, "This sound can stop sand and stones, how can it be compared to the ordinary chirping sound? How can everyone in the world find it unpleasant?"
"Of course it sounds nice." Ziqin lowered his eyes and looked at the sword in his cuffs glowing with light, "But, Su, do you know what kind of price you have to pay for such a nice sound..."
Before Ziqin could finish her words, she heard a scream of "ah", and a figure suddenly rose up from the side of Baiyinqin, which made several people look back in surprise. Nan Jiayou woke up at some point and heard the sound of Baiyinqin.
Hearing the sound of the strings of the musical instrument, he sat up stiffly, staring straight at the giant string that reached the sky, which was tied to the body of the Baiyin Qin together with the flute and flute.
Before anyone could understand, Jiayou spread his legs, even if the sparks burned his white clothes and robes, he ran straight towards the Baiyin Qin. In Yang Wei's gentle expression, Jiayou "thumped" and knelt on the piano body.
Next, he threw the moon-white hair in his hand to the ground, and cried loudly: "My hair...waste! waste!"
"Yang Su!" Ziqin listened to Nan Jiayou's heartbreaking screams, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. She turned around and yelled at the woman, "That's enough, hurry up and save this child!"
Yang Wei's charming eyes flickered: "I don't. His chirping sound can't compare to this Baiyin Qin. What can Wei do?"
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After a pause, as if he suddenly remembered something, he continued: "It's like so many singing birds in the forest. When they hear that their voices are not good, they would rather cry blood and die. Even the birds understand this truth.
Why don’t you, Head Linghu, understand?”
While the woman was talking proudly to herself, Ziqin didn't want to hear her say any more. The string sword immediately came out of his sleeve, and the sharp tip of the sword was pressed against the woman's throat in the blink of an eye. Yang Wei opened his eyes wide, showing no fear in his eyes, his bulging belly
Reflected in the blazing light of the fire.
Seeing Yang Wei's bulging belly, but almost determined to die, Ziqin's string sword froze in mid-air.
I wanted to move half an inch, but I gritted my teeth and couldn't move.
During the stalemate, quietly, a burst of flute sound came from behind the Baiyin Qin.
In the night, the sound of the flute was flying in the dark, and the sand and the strong wind could not stop the sound. The lingering sound seeped into the fire, like a stagnant clear spring, and those curled up tongues of fire instantly lost their momentum, and slumped,
The last few small flames flickered lonely.
The sound of the flute, with a hint of gurgling music, without losing the warmth of the white flute, flutters and sways, with a cold tinkling sound. The clear sound carries a bit of fragrance, but in just a moment, this filthy desert has been completely wiped out.
Dye all over.
In Qingqing's hands, the white jade flute did not look like a child, but instead became a teacher who was good at teaching. He followed the disciple's hand with rare gentleness and slowly blew out a few strands of notes.
Since Ziziqin and Qingqing, two visitors in green clothes, suddenly broke into the world of Yiya, King Tara, King Gongshu, King Taming... they have only seen the appearance of this white jade flute briefly, and no one has ever heard the sound of the flute.
, what kind of tone it is.
At this moment, under the roar of the giant "Baiyinqin" in the wind, the melody of Qingqing and the white jade flute quietly penetrated, and the lingering sound was breathtaking, really like two birds competing to sing, in the vast desert.
It keeps crying.
Is it true that there are really ignorant children who dare to compete with this Baiyinqin? Yang Wei was slightly startled and thought to himself, leaning his head on the mottled pattern of Baiyinqin.
Every flute, flute, and flute five or six feet long is filled with the blood of slaves in the Northern Desert. Among the fine steel, bamboo and wood, there is naturally a miserable sound that cannot be imitated by ordinary magic instruments. No matter how many strings there are,
, zither and strings, it was the women among the slaves who frayed their hands before weaving the seamless silk threads.
Yang Wei remembered that the night Wei Wei and Ayu were born, the last bamboo board that was about to be built for the Baiyin Qin suddenly collapsed in the strong wind for unknown reasons. That night, the two daughters could not stop crying.
.
But those bodies that were pressed under the piano body and bleeding, were nameless and silent.
From then on, Yang Su shut himself in the darkness and closed the door of Wu Ling's tomb tightly. Even Gong Shuyu and his two daughters were not allowed to step in. The sound of Baiyinqin is so beautiful, it sounds like a tomb.
It was a dream, and I couldn't help but burst the fragile bubble.
Sometimes, I also wonder, if Linghu Ziqin hears the sound of Baiyinqin, will it also sound good?
At this moment, Leader Linghu, with murderous intent in his eyes, was standing half a step away from him, with his sword pressed against his throat, and even though the flute sounded in the sky, he had no intention of taking a step back.
It turns out that everyone in the world thinks that the Baiyinqin sounds so good that it sounds so good that it drives people crazy, and it sounds so good that it makes them lose their minds——