The night is as dark as ink, and it is almost the end of winter. There are sparse dead grass on the grassland, dyed black by the dark red blood.
In a corner of the grassland, the ending of a bloody chase was being staged. A group of masters holding various spiritual weapons surrounded an octogenarian old man. The old man was covered in blood, his face was resolute, his waist was straight, and he held his arms in his arms.
He was holding a guqin. The whole body of the guqin was dark black, and its seven strings were flowing with silver brilliance. The body of the guqin faintly exuded a strange and bloodthirsty aura, which made people shudder. Although the people who surrounded and killed him were all murderous, they
They all kept a long distance away from him, as if this old man was very scary.
The guqin seemed to be extremely cherished by the old man. Even when he was seriously injured, he still protected the guqin well and did not let the body of the qin get any stains.
"The Qin Demon Xu Yin Sheng! Today you have no way to escape!" One of the people chasing the old man pointed at him and said, his eyes widened, as if he had sworn hatred.
"Xu Yinsheng! You are here too. If you want to blame, it's because you did too much evil and caused public outrage. No one can save you today!" Another person said confidently.
"Huh!" Although Xu Yinsheng, the piano demon, is old, he does not show signs of decay. "I, Xu Yinsheng, have never killed innocent people in my life. I think I have never wronged anyone. Today, I fell into the treacherous plot of a thief and fell into a desperate situation. I
I don’t want to say anything more. Come on! Even if I die today, I still have to support you!"
When everyone present heard what he said, they all had scruples, and no one came forward. Although they were surrounding Xu Yinsheng, they valued their own lives more. It would be good to kill this person, but it was not worth losing their own lives.
Already.
"What? Didn't you keep saying that you want my blood to be splashed on the spot? Who will try my piano music?" Xu Yinsheng showed a sarcastic look on his face and glanced around these self-righteous people.
One of them hesitated and said: "Xu Yinsheng, we admit that your piano skills have indeed reached the pinnacle. I am afraid that no one in the world can match it! Your death is an irreparable loss to the world of piano players! Your piano sound can be great.
A range attack, a song of 'Thousand Miles of Blockade' is enough to severely injure all of us here... But can you still finish playing a song now? As long as we keep a certain distance from you, the sound of your piano can't do anything to us."
"Ignorant rat!" Xu Yinsheng held the guqin in his arms and glanced at him coldly, saying, "Only you have the right to speak nonsense about the guqin. I have been practicing the guqin since I was three years old and have been practicing it for eighty years. I still dare not
What qualifications do you have for trying to predict the extreme state of Qin? Do you really think that I can't kill you all now? It's a joke, I've lived to this day and it's enough, so there's no harm in dying with you!"
As he spoke, he used his left hand to hold the piano with one hand, and gently placed the five fingers of his right hand on the strings.
Seeing Xu Yinsheng stroking the strings, these people were like a mouse meeting a cat. They huffed and retreated for hundreds of meters. A few timid ones even ran away on the spot! It can be seen that the power of the piano demon has been left indelibly in their hearts.
shadow.
"Yan, stop!" A wrinkled old woman hobbled over with a cane. Her eyes were so wrinkled that she couldn't see. She kept coughing after only two steps, and she seemed to be on the verge of death.
"Teacher? Why even you?" Xu Yinsheng was very surprised. His fingers stopped in mid-air and did not move to pluck the strings.
The old woman advised: "Yinsheng, if you still recognize me as a teacher, just listen to my advice and put down the six-wheeled blood harp! Since you made this harp sixty years ago, you have used it to kill too many people, and it has been infected with bad luck.
The blood is no longer pure. Do you know why you have been unable to realize the ultimate state of the harp? Because you have already deviated from the path of the harp! What comes out of your harp is no longer the sound, but killing!"
Xu Yinsheng's face was full of bitterness, and he looked up to the sky and said: "Is this really the case? Liu Lun, can it be that we will never reach the ultimate realm of Qin again? I spent twenty years of hard work to create you because I wanted to be with you.
Qintao goes on...Oh, that's all, people can't help themselves in the world...I'm not qualified after all! It's me who hurt you..."
Xu Yinsheng looked at Liulun Xueqin tenderly, as if looking at someone he loved deeply, his lips were close to the strings, and he whispered to the Qin to express his heart. The Xueqin was psychic, and when he heard the words, the body of the piano trembled slightly, as if it was blocking it.
"Yin Sheng! What are you going to do?!" The old woman saw the pure white halo surrounding Xu Yinsheng's body, and she felt frightened in her heart.
"I have known Liulun for sixty years, and it was I who stained the pure heart of the piano with filth. I should bear the blame." Xu Yinsheng gently stroked the strings, soothing Liulun's uneasiness, "I will
Use all my soul power to purify the six wheels, remove all the impurities in it, and turn it back into the most beautiful 'six-wheel snow piano'..."
He stared at Liulun Xueqin for a long time, then reluctantly looked away, and said to the old woman: "Teacher, I have one last thing to ask you, please find a suitable owner for Liulun! Find someone... who can take it with you.
The master who has reached the extreme realm of Qin..."
The scene stopped abruptly here. Tianlan opened his eyes suddenly, and the world gradually returned to its original state. He moved his arms a little and found that he could move, so he struggled to sit up.
He has been here before. It is the main tent of the Golden Lion Mercenary Group camp. The position where he is lying now is probably the most comfortable and high-end bed in the entire camp. There is only a sleeping Xiaotang in the main tent, and there is no one else.
There was an oil lamp burning in the main tent, but there was no light coming in from the outside, which showed that it was dark. He slept for an unknown length of time, and it was unknown what happened to the others.
He rubbed his temples a little tiredly, smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It was a dream... It's too bad that I fell asleep..." He felt very bad now, and the wound ached faintly, and his whole body had gone through that trauma.
He became even more exhausted after the heart-piercing dream, which was simply more tiring than a series of battles. It would be difficult for him to wake up from such a dream unless it ended. The worst thing was that if his mind was not firm enough, he would probably sink.
In a certain dream, he forgets who he is, and may even never wake up. For him, sleeping is not rest, but a kind of mental oppression.
Now that he was awake, he was unwilling to continue lying on the bed. He got up gently, first put a coat on Xiaotang who was sleeping on the table, and then quietly left the main tent.
"Wu Gong, the boy you wanted me to stare at woke up and left the main tent." A mercenary came over and said respectfully to Wu Gong. Not long after Tian Lan left, he was discovered by a sneaky mercenary.
That mercenary was ordered by Wu Gong and was one of the dozens of people who were left behind. Unexpectedly, he was brainwashed by Wu Gong so quickly and became his person.
Wu Gong looked happy when he heard this and said: "Great, if he never leaves the main tent, we won't be able to do anything!"
The mercenary hesitated a little and said: "Well... Wu Gong, do we have to kill these three young men? The brothers I saw back had a good impression of them, and Captain Nangong even let them rest in the main tent.
, and also ordered that the area around the main tent must be kept quiet so that they can rest and recover. Wouldn't it be bad if we...?"
Wu Gong glanced at the mercenary with dissatisfaction and said: "What do you know! He caused me to lose my second brother, especially the one in white. If he hadn't refused to cooperate and give up the red flower, my second brother would have died of poison."
! And... Humph, why do we have to wait until now? We just want to annihilate them in one fell swoop when no one is paying attention! Remember, it doesn’t matter whether Commander Nangong is happy or not, we are now the Second Regiment Commander’s people, and we have the Second Regiment Commander
Support me, what are you afraid of?"
It turns out that he is not on the same page as Nangong Mingjing and others, so his actions always seem to be incompatible with others. Probably because he has the support of the second regiment leader, he thinks he can be unscrupulous!
As one of the largest mercenary groups in the mainland, the Golden Lion Mercenary Group has not one leader, but three people. The three of them are brothers. Nangong Mingjing ranks third, and they jointly founded the Golden Lion Mercenary Group. Among them, Nangong Mingjing, although powerful,
Slightly worse, but very good at being a person, he is the most popular leader, and the other two are not bad either. Originally, the three brothers had a very good relationship, but as the mercenary group continued to expand, various disputes emerged, and they are still
It is in a state of equilibrium, but some small friction is constant.
Tianlan and the other three are outsiders after all. Even if Wu Gong attacks them, Nangong Mingjing cannot do anything to his own members because of a few outsiders!