Beside Jiuqu Mountain, the woman's soft chanting voice is like a lark, reverberating in all directions like a clear spring flowing.
"The green mountains are like a screen covering the fairy trail, and the nine winding winds are winding into the clouds. The clear water whispers the words between the stones, and the sunset does not stain the wind in the pine forest."
As the sound spreads, the entire Jiuqu Mountain can be seen from a distance, shrouded in clouds and mist, with a stream falling from the top of the mountain, winding in nine turns, falling at the foot of the mountain, and blending into a long river of clear water.
There are also boats on the river, like fallen leaves.
"Senior, this is Jiuqu Mountain. This mountain has nine winding streams, and there are fairy sounds echoing between the flows, so it is named."
Inside the boat, incense was burning and lamps were erected.
While Yunmen Qianfan was playing the music of the guzheng, he looked ahead at Xu Qing, who was looking at Jiuqu Mountain in the distance. The ripples in his heart became more and more turbulent as he walked along.
Even though seven days had passed, the scene of the mysterious death of the guest from the Earth Spirit Clan still occasionally appeared in her mind.
One glance could make a cultivator of the Seven Realms of Yun Shen cry to death. This kind of thing... in her opinion, it cannot be done without the Dzogchen of the Nine Realms of Yun Shen.
This made her realize more clearly that what Yan Xuanzi in front of her showed in the Lingchen Mountains was just the tip of the iceberg, and as long as she didn't encounter a master along the way, she would be safe.
It was precisely because of this that the feeling of life and death in her heart was much lessened, and a sense of wonder arose along with it, making this journey a real tourism.
And her relaxed mood made her smile much more than usual.
It is even more integrated into the music. In the drifting of the guzheng sound, it is intertwined with the sound of the river.
Coupled with incense and bright lights, when you are in it, you really feel a bit like "the clear spring accompanies you wherever you go, forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world and everything is empty".
Listening to the fairy music and looking at the nine tunes, Xu Qing took the wine bottle and took a sip.
Compared with Yunmen Qianfan's relaxation, Xu Qing's mood was difficult to forget the hustle and bustle of the world amid the swaying of the fairy music.
Although the wine he drank melted in his mouth, it evaporated in his memory.
Vaguely, it was also a boat back then, and there were two people on the boat, and there was music flowing in my heart.
As if sensing Xu Qing's state of mind at this moment, Qianfan lowered his head, and the music of the zheng swayed along with the soft chanting on the clear river.
"The flying birds are looking for old dreams, and my heart is peaceful with the mountains and rivers. I hope to stay here with you for the rest of my life, no matter when I return, the years will sing."
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The river is sparkling, and the wooden boat sails past Jiuqu Mountain.
"I have a song that I haven't heard for a long time. Would you like to play it?"
Xu Qing suddenly asked.
"Qianfan is willing."
Yunmen Qianfan quickly raised his head, looked at Xu Qing's back, and spoke obediently.
Xu Qing raised his hand, and a jade slip with music scores imprinted on it fell in front of Yunmen Qianfan.
Qian Fansu raised his hand, placed it in his palm, closed his eyes and concentrated.
After a while, the sound of the zheng changed.
Familiar tones echo throughout the world.
The long river and the lonely boat slowly go away.
The woman was playing music on the boat, and the man was looking into the distance.
In the mountains and rivers, he is looking for old dreams.
In the sky wind, the meaning of rivers and lakes comes.
The sound of the zheng seems to describe the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.
In the end, everything turned into a pot of wine.
In loneliness, Xu Qing drank it in one gulp.
"Senior... this song has a profound artistic conception and contains a lifetime of obsession. Although it is sad, it is also free and easy. The composer is by no means an ordinary person. I wonder what the name of this song is?"
Yunmen Qianfan looked at Xu Qing and asked softly.
Xu Qing did not answer, but looked at the river and then at the horizon.
The strong wind blew, causing his long hair to flutter, and when his clothes were hunting, a touch of indifference also rose in the wind.
Then, the wind stopped.
The ripples of the river were also silent.
The next moment, the river in front of the wooden boat suddenly churned!
The river sunken, and a huge head suddenly rose from inside.
This head is like a snake's head, covered with scales, completely black, flowing with mucus, and its eyes are like red flames, full of malice.
Its size is hundreds of feet, and the moment it appears on the river, compared with it...the wooden boat is like a child's toy.
Along with it, there were waves of murmuring sounds that echoed in my mind.
When this sound falls into the ears, it makes people go crazy, their souls are unstable, and their bodies roar.
At the same time, with the appearance of the strange head, the surroundings began to distort and the feeling of blur was strong.
And after their eyes met, Yunmen Qianfan's heart beat uncontrollably, as if it was about to burst through his chest.
My mind seemed to be torn apart, and a sense of madness invaded me from the outside.
She was shocked all over, and she clearly felt that at this moment, all the flesh and blood in her body seemed to have a will, forming a strong repulsion with herself, as if to separate.
As for the spiritual energy in Bafang, it was rolled back at this moment, invaded and occupied by an aura that was completely different from the spiritual energy. While repelling each other, the spiritual energy was also polluted.
That is divine breath, that is alien!
That's... a god!
Almost at the moment when Yunmen Qianfan's mind was shaken, his cultivation was suppressed, and his body and soul could no longer bear it, a gentle force emitted from Xu Qing's body and enveloped him.
Shield from the outside world.
Then Xu Qing raised his right hand and grabbed it forward.
Suddenly, the distorted and blurred void in front of it roared, fell apart, and collapsed in an instant.
The river water was also caught by this, and suddenly rolled up, forming an overwhelming force, turned into a hand, and grabbed the head of the god.
Pull upwards hard.
The world shook.
A heart-rending roar came from the mouth of the god. His body was shaken by the force and he was dragged out of the river.
As the river splashed, a complete and weird body was revealed.
The head takes up 99% of this body.
Under the huge head, which is hundreds of feet tall, is a relatively slender body with gray skin and mucus flowing across it.
Surrounded by light balls, they are constantly rotating and flashing, emitting a mysterious and strange light.
A sense of chaos and madness rose strongly.
There is still a flame burning inside its body, but there is a lampshade made of runes on the flame.
Under this lampshade, the flame is sealed and controlled.
There is also a special jade slip on this lampshade.
This jade slip is like a living creature, with a large number of beards that spread over the brain of the head, locking it tightly like a parasite.
"God slave!"
"Senior, this is the Earth Spirit clan. They spent resources in the past to purchase the divine slaves from the Daoxian Sect. The divine slaves... all have the power to dominate the battle. Senior, you..."
Yunmen Qianfan, after Xu Qing shielded him from the outside world, quickly recovered. At this moment, his mind was trembling. He obviously didn't expect that the pursuer actually sent out the divine slaves to kill him.
Thinking of the horror of the divine slaves, Yunmen Qianfan trembled and instinctively spoke to remind him.
But halfway through her words, her eyes widened and she couldn't speak.
Because what she looked at was that the terrifying and ferocious god was now being held by illusory hands in mid-air. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape.
Xu Qing, who was in front of him, looked as usual, looking at the god as if he was studying it.
This scene made Yunmen Qianfan breathe quickly, and the guest who cried to death before appeared in his mind.
"The gods of the divine fire realm."
Xu Qing's eyes glanced at the flames surrounded by the lampshade inside the spirit body.
It can be seen that the lampshade is composed of countless densely packed runes, each of which is different. The number is no less than a billion, extremely complex, and there are changes in the order between each rune, and there is more than one arrangement.
In addition, the jade slips on the lampshade, which looked like living things, were even more strange. Xu Qing had never seen them before and couldn't tell them apart for a while.
After arriving at the fifth star ring, this was not the first time he saw gods. He had also seen gods become slaves before and were used by monks as magic weapons or spiritual beasts.
But from Yunmen Qianfan's words, he heard the origin of this kind of divine slave.
"Controlled within the orthodox sects of each domain, and can be sold to outsiders?"
Xu Qing thoughtfully became interested in this method of controlling gods into slaves, and through observation, he found that this method was extremely clever.
If you don't understand its inner nature, it will be extremely difficult to break it open.
Forcibly breaking it will extinguish the enslaved god's divine fire, collapse his mind, and even cause the soul and body to disintegrate.
"But since he is a slave and has been sold, there is naturally a way to control him."
Xu Qing withdrew his gaze and looked towards the horizon.
Under the red aurora, wherever Xu Qing looked, there was nothing but four figures forced to appear.
The moment he saw these four people, Yunmen Qianfan immediately recognized them.
Three of them are guest ministers of the Earth Spirit clan, and one is the core elder of Earth Spirit.
The former three have cultivated to the Seventh Realm of Yun Shen, while the latter... have reached the Ninth Realm of Yun Shen.
So she informed her immediately.
But at this moment, these four people stood in the sky, each with a horrified look on his face, extremely frightened, and a huge wave of emotions in his mind.
One of them also held a small drum in his hand, but no matter how he beat the secondary drum, the gods connected to this drum were unable to break away at all under Xu Qing's illusory palm.
When Xu Qing looked at them, the four of them suddenly felt their hearts trembling, their scalps numb, and they suddenly backed away without any hesitation.
But it's obviously too late.
Almost as they were escaping, Xu Qing took a step toward the sky.
In the next moment, the color of the world changed.
In Qianfan's eyes, it's like a vast scroll spreading across the sky, covering everything and blurring everything.
After a few breaths, the scrolls dispersed and the four cultivators disappeared. Only Xu Qing returned.
He held a wine bottle in one hand and a head in the other.
This head is none other than the core elder of the Earth Spirit.
He is not dead, there is strong fear and despair in his eyes, and his soul is being searched.
The moment we returned to the canoe, the soul search was completed.
Xu Qing also knew the truth about this mission.
"The Yunmen family has mastered a secret key to enter a certain place of creation. This is the basis of the battle between the two families. However, this secret key is special and it seems difficult to snatch it away in the end."
"So, after suppressing the Yunmen family to the extreme, Di Ling proposed a bet that the Yunmen family could not refuse."
"Fourteen cores are scattered from Yunmen, and the earth spirits chase them. If all fourteen of them die in the end, Yunmen loses. If one survives and reaches the destination, the earth spirits lose."
"The bet is the secret key and the survival of the Yunmen family."
Xu Qing has no interest in this secret key.
So with a pinch, the head in his hand turned into ashes, and at the same time, the small drum that controlled the gods also appeared in Xu Qing's hand, and he flicked it gently.
Amidst the thumping sound, the spirit in front of it turned into a stream of light, blended into the drum, and a totem emerged on the drum surface.
After putting it away, Xu Qing turned to look at Yunmen Qianfan who was breathing rapidly and feeling filled with disbelief.
"The wine is gone."
Xu Qing spoke and threw the wine bottle in his hand.
"Ah..." Qian Fan Ben caught it and held it in his arms. He trembled and quickly took out another pot and quickly brought it to Xu Qing.