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Chapter Forty-Three: Musical Instruments, Lost in the Sea

Taichu seemed to have a secret method to find Master Qianzhi's walking route. Bai Ye was a little confused, and Hundi told him that Master Qianzhi did not hide his aura deliberately. Once he entered the Tao, he could easily find it with his sensitive perception.

Bai Ye couldn't help but glance at Hundan Gao. He even knew all this. Hundan looked proud and said that his senior brother took good care of him and often told him some confusions about Taoism.

Zheng~

A piano sound came from the distance, and Taichu called out, saying that the battle was about to begin, and several people immediately accelerated and rushed in that direction.



Lord Qianzhi adjusted the intonation, stroked the strings lightly, and carefully inspected every part of the guqin in an orderly manner.

Five feet away from her, there was a man with a piano, black clothes and purple hair, a black gold mask, and a few red plums embroidered on the corners of his clothes, looking like a blood-stained style. Gongshu was doing the same thing.

Lord Qianzhi was the first to stop and turned his gaze quietly to the figure in black across from him. She had heard about Gongshu's name for a long time and understood the heart of the piano one step earlier than she did.

In other words, she has been paying attention to Gongshu and she hates this man.

When Qianzhi looked at it, Gongshu also stopped. His fingers were like flying, like the tides of the blue sea. Snowflakes flying all over the sky slowly fell, spinning... and penetrated the trees they touched.

Accompanied by the flying snow playing the piano, this scene made Gongshu otherworldly. Five people from Taichu arrived and watched from a distance.

The stranger is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world!

Master Qianzhi also pressed down on his jade finger, and his fingers flew around. The sound waves visible to the naked eye spread, forming a figure that floated down from the sky. She was dressed in black and had short hair that reached her ears. This was clearly her.

This was the first and only time Bai Ye saw Fa Xiu.

The thousand fingers turned into the sound of the piano stepped into the wind and snow, looking like a dragon and dancing in the snow. She stretched out her hand and several snowflakes fell into her palm and slowly melted...

Bai Ye's eyes widened when she saw Hun Lan next to her, her hair dripping onto her clothes without realizing it. Even Wan Yanqing's eyes were full of longing. What girl wouldn't want to dance in the snow.

Taichu watched all this with cold eyes, and it took him a while to speak out, but his first sentence was: "Brother is going to lose..."

Bai Ye looked into the snowy field, and the figure with thousands of fingers became more and more calm, moving as he pleased.

The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, and Qianzhi's figure was almost invisible, and a thick layer of ice and snow accumulated on her head and shoulders.

Do you want to lose?

Just at this moment, a sudden "poof!" broke the peaceful and beautiful scene. The wind, snow, and beauties were all disillusioned, just like a dream.

Bai Ye and others followed the sound, and Gongshu leaned on the guqin, silent. Bai Ye saw that his breath was disordered, and one of the strings of the guqin under him was broken...

"You are very strong. You practice the Three Daos. I only practice the Qin Dao, but you are only a little weaker than me." Lord Qianzhi put the guqin into the piano case and stood up. She, who was always indifferent, said something to Gongshu.

There are nine kinds of great roads and three thousand small ways. The two people competed on the piano, and Master Qianzhi won.

Master Qianzhi turned around and left without any expression on his face.

"You are good at everything, but you don't like to smile." Gongshu raised his eyes and looked at Qianzhi, "If Ami sees you like this, she will be sad too."

Master Qianzhi paused and replied: "You are the same."

She didn't look back, but walked away. A word came from far away: "You have nothing to do with my sister's affairs. I will avenge her..."

Gongshu watched her disappear, turned his head and glanced at the Taichu people, then pressed his left palm on his abdomen, the thunder light bloomed, he groaned, and put his hands on the piano.

Taichu rushed over immediately and frowned: "Behead Daoji again?"

This was also the first time he heard that someone could cut off the Dao foundation and rebuild it by himself. In addition, this time, Gongshu had already cut off the Dao foundation nine times and entered the Dao nine times.

Still not perfect?

Wanyanqing went over to support Gongshu. Gongshu took out his hand and seemed to be able to see through the doubts in Bai Ye's heart. He shook his head and said, "It's perfect. It can be said that no one has ever had nine kinds of inner demons appear when they enter the Tao."

"Then why?" Wanyan Qing frowned, a little worried.

Gongshu glanced at her and Bai Ye, raised his head to look at the sky, and said softly: "The nine great ways have been defeated by me. This time I kill the Daoji. I know that there will be no chance of death, but I will not fight for that trace of transcendence to leave this world."

I never give up on the opportunity!"

"When the sea reaches the end of the sea, the sky is the shore; when the mountain reaches the top, I am the peak... I don't even want the sky to cover my father-in-law's eyes!"

Gongshu's eyes were filled with brilliance. Bai Ye had never seen anyone with such a strong spirit. Isn't cultivating Taoism just following nature?

How can human power defy heaven?

"Wishful thinking, like a fly shaking a tree, I've heard too many people like this!" Duan Qingyue sneered coldly.

Although she was shocked by Gongshu's method of killing Daoji and his extraordinary spirit, she knew that even the most powerful Emperor Daozu in the world could not defy the sky, and he had turned into a handful of loess.

Snapped!

Taichu got angry and turned around and slapped her. Duan Qingyue covered her face and stopped talking. Tears fell unconsciously.

This was the first time that Bai Ye saw Taichu angry. If he hadn't been worried about Bai Ye being here, what Qingyue would have received would not have been as simple as a slap in the face.

Because just now, there was a flash of murderous intent in Taichu, but all he received was a slap.

If it weren't for this, Duan Qingyue would never have shut up like that. She felt Taichu's murderous intention, so she didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

Taichu ignored him and turned to Gongshu: "How is the investigation into the cause of the First Emperor's death going?"

He knows that Gongshu has plum blossoms that are easy to count, and if he can divine secrets, he will definitely gain something.

"When I traced back time and space, I only saw a dark green jade fan. This was a rare weapon refined by Canghai after it suppressed Heaven. For this reason, practitioners would not use fans as weapons. This was a taboo. I guess the First Emperor's

Death must be related to Canghai." Gongshu said, "It is said that the Canghai Scripture requires nine reincarnations, setting foot on the nine paths, and cultivating to the ultimate state, and then one can transcend."

Ding!

Bai Ye's heart skipped a beat, dark green jade fan? People who practice Taoism don't use fans as weapons?

His mind was shocked. Could it be that Master is Cang Hai?!

Wang Hua doesn't seem to be of the right age, but the more so, the more likely it is.

Bai Ye said nothing. No matter who Wang Hua was, he was the master who raised him for fifteen years. He was also his master and his father.

A cold light flashed in Gongshu's eyes: "It is very likely that the First Emperor is the human body cultivated by the reincarnation of Cang Hai. He has either been reincarnated again and entered the next avenue, or he is really dead."

"But the First Emperor has not truly entered the realm of the human emperor!" Taichu pondered.

According to Taichu's meaning, Canghai is really dead, completely dead.

"His soul has not returned to the netherworld. If he wants to practice cultivation again, we will have a chance." Gongshu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Kill all those who use fans as weapons. Canghai has completed cultivating humanity, then mortals can

Excluding... just suits me."

"I would rather kill someone by mistake than let go of a possibility!"

Duan Qingyue's body trembled violently, her mouth opened slightly with a look of disbelief. This person had such a loud tone, he actually wanted to intercept and kill the Canghai Divine Ancestor?


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