Fang Zixu was already covered in blood and bruised, but he was like a walking zombie, tirelessly charging at Su Pingan with red eyes again and again.
There was also a looming red light in Su Ping'an's eyes, and he controlled the 'Grandma Dryad' to knock Fang Zixu away again and again.
Such a scene quickly made everyone realize that something was wrong.
At this time, Mo Ziyan, the literary cultivator of Daming Mansion, who had always been quiet and calm, suddenly frowned and said: "No, those two people must have been inspired by someone, magnified what they were thinking, and then entered
In the illusion!"
"What? How could this happen?!"
When Liu Qingxi and others heard this, their expressions changed.
Mo Ziyan said with a solemn expression: "To confuse people's hearts and magnify the ugliness in people's hearts, these are generally the methods of evil cultivators!"
"Demon cultivator?"
"You mean there are demon cultivators around here?!"
Everyone was even more surprised.
Demon cultivators have always been the natural enemies of the human race.
In particular, there is an iron law in Daxuan State that states: Daxuan State prohibits demons, and all evil spirits are not allowed to enter!
Although Bai Hao and the others were students of the Wen Palace of Daming Mansion, this was their first encounter with a demon cultivator.
At the moment, a group of people were all confused and didn't know how to deal with it.
Liu Qingxi was worried that Su Pingan would be hurt, and was a little panicked, saying, "Then what should we do now? If this continues, I'm afraid Fang Zixu will die, and Su Pingan will be severely damaged, leaving serious consequences in the future..."
Mo Ziyan seemed to be the backbone of everyone at the moment. She thought calmly and said: "As for the current plan, I'm afraid we can only try the sound of the piano to see if we can bring the two of them back from the illusion so that they can be reunited."
They come to their senses!”
"Then what are you waiting for? Senior sister, take action quickly!"
Duan Wenqi looked at Mo Ziyan immediately.
Mo Ziyan has the highest level of cultivation among the people, a second-level scholar, and a practicing Qin Dao, so it is most suitable for her to take action.
but……
"They are trapped in the illusion, and their guilty consciences are hard to understand. If the music they play does not suit their state of mind in the illusion, I am afraid it will be counterproductive. Moreover, the songs I practice are mostly attack and combat songs. I am really not good at meditation songs...
"
Hearing what Mo Ziyan said, Liu Qingxi's heart suddenly moved, "Then let me do it!"
"Sister Qingxi, do you know what to play?" Duan Wenqi asked.
Liu Qingxi forgot to glance at Su Ping'an on the stage, and then said steadily: "I can only take a gamble!"
After speaking, Liu Qingxi took out her seven-stringed guqin and put it on her lap. She closed her eyes and recalled the piece she wanted to talk about. Then she took a deep breath. After she calmed down, she began to move her hands together.
Ding…ding ding…
The sound of the piano is ringing!
Soon a familiar melody slowly rippled in front of the city gate.
The sound of the piano was novel and the tune was ever-changing. It seemed that it was not the tune that everyone usually listens to.
"Hey, someone is playing the piano!"
"Why is this piano music a bit strange? It doesn't sound like the piano music we usually listen to."
"Huh? Why does it sound familiar to me? Isn't this the theme song of 'Xiao Qian'?!"
Under the ring, the onlookers quickly reacted and turned their attention to the direction of Liu Qingxi.
Later, more and more book fans who had heard the theme song of "Xiao Qian" recognized it, which even caused a small cheer.
But Liu Qingxi's attention was not on this at the moment. She kept staring at Su Ping'an on the ring.
When a group of people around the ring were in a panic, Su Ping'an had actually realized something was wrong at this moment.
When he knocked Fang Zixu away and said such arrogant words, there was already some doubt in his heart.
"How could I say such arrogant words?!"
"Although I sometimes think so in my heart, I would never say it in front of so many people!"
"This is too shameful!"
After realizing this, Su Ping'an felt that there seemed to be a strange power in his heart that was constantly encouraging the little proud thoughts in his heart, thereby expanding them, and kept trying to
Let it out on your own.
Even in his eyes, the face of Fang Zixu in front of him was very hateful, and he kept provoking him, as if he would not be able to forgive his hatred if he didn't give him a hard slap.
"There is a ghost on this cliff!"
Su Ping'an suddenly woke up.
But he couldn't get himself out of this state for a while.
Just as he was thinking hard about countermeasures, a familiar melody suddenly came from his ears.
"This is...the theme song of 'A Chinese Ghost Story'?!"
Su Pingan was very familiar with this, and he immediately thought of Liu Qingxi.
Apart from myself, only Liu Qingxi can play this piece of music.
Presumably they have noticed something is wrong with them and are trying to use the sound of the piano to rescue themselves.
"By the way, the music of Qin Dao is naturally targeted to the mind. It can bewitch people, clear the mind, and soothe the soul. I just matched it with the theme song of 'Xiao Qian'. Singing it together may have a better effect!"
Thinking of this, Su Ping'an no longer hesitated, and immediately sang loudly in his mouth, "The road to life is as long as dreams are..."
boom……
As he began to sing the lyrics, the sound of the piano harmonized with the tone of the song, and a powerful force burst out, directly pulling him out of the illusion in front of him.
It was also at the moment when Su Ping'an woke up that Yan Yan, who had been observing the crowd below on the tower, searching for traces of evil spirits, finally discovered traces of the enemy.
"The evildoer actually dares to enter our Qingyun County, perform witchcraft and confuse people's hearts, stay here!"
Yan Yan shouted loudly, and immediately raised his pen to gather his energy. A sharp stroke of the pen turned into a sword light and struck directly at the second floor window of a shop at the city gate.
boom!
The window shattered, and a thin figure quickly jumped out from inside.
When everyone looked around, they saw that the man was wrapped in a black robe, wrapping himself so tightly that his true appearance could not be seen for a while.
After he appeared, he stood on a corner of the house and said with an arrogant smile: "It's just a little bit of incense, but I didn't expect that it could make the two so-called genius scribes in Qingyun County look like this. It's really interesting. I see.
You human race literary cultivators are nothing more than this!"
"A bold evildoer, hiding his head and tail, not even daring to show his true face, and dare to speak arrogant words?" Yan Yan stood at the top of the city, holding a pen in his hand, with a murderous aura around him, and for a moment he looked extraordinarily tall and majestic.
The monster sneered disdainfully, "Don't get excited, I was just playing with you before, and the next thing I want to talk about is the real thing.
In fact, I came here today to give you a heads-up. We are going to decide on the thing under the Qingfeng Restaurant. If you know what it means, just let us take it away. Otherwise, don’t blame us for letting you take it away.
The lives of Qingyun County are in ruins, and no chickens or dogs are left!”
The first two sentences were relatively easy and normal, but as soon as the last sentence was spoken, the temperature in the air seemed to drop several degrees, making people feel murderous and threatening.