"Shi Zhijian and the others told me about what happened just now." Okra sat down beside him, looking into the night without any attention. "It's useless to be anxious, we are going back there. Just now - they all asked me where you are, and I can't answer. Now when you go back, you always calm them down, better than not knowing where to go."

She touched her hair that was blown by the night wind. These two sentences were more about telling Chen Fengming than about her.

She heard that he didn't speak and coughed, "What should I do in a while? You... can't move, right?"

"Where is your piano?" Chen Fengming asked back.

"Everyone is on the boat there. When I get there, I will take Qin to help you. You will rest on my boat. How about it?"

Chen Fengming refused to say anything, "I just hope they can hold on."

The boat had already reached Dongting, and the light from the battle between the Fantasy World came into my eyes. I had touched the waterway that was less than a quarter of an hour. Suddenly Ouyang Xin shouted: "Look!"

Several people followed his gesture and looked northward. To the north, the Hengshan disciples led by Renjue and a small team under Wuling Hou's troops worked together to attack Jiangling Hou. It seemed that they had succeeded, and a signal was lit up in the sky. It was originally the place with the greatest chance of victory, so it was not surprising that the earliest news of victory was heard, but it also reminded Chen Fengming - both sides of the Fantasy World and the Qinglong Sect - that were still in a death battle.

And it was more than that that worried him.

Junshan Island blocked part of the light of the signal, and the rising fireworks also reflected the outline of Dongting Mountain. After the fireworks ended, Chen Fengming's eyes still fell on the shadow of Dongting Mountain's black bell.

"You - are you worried about Lou Qianshan?" she asked.

Chen Fengming was a little surprised and looked at her. Obviously, Shi Zhijian retelled the conversation between Shan Jiquan and herself to Okra very thoroughly. She not only knew Lou Qianshan's situation, but also knew that she was in Dongting Mountain.

He admitted in his heart that even if the description of "worry" is not so accurate, Ren Lou Qianshan fell into Xie Fengde's hands again and was powerless, which made his chest ten times more stuffy, like a thorn in his throat.

"Do you want to save her?" Okra asked again.

Chen Fengming didn't know how to answer. Don't you want to? Do you want to? He couldn't even say it. If there was no Yunmeng Battle tonight, he knew that he would not sit idly by and watch this happen, but - he could only make a choice. Now he is poisoned, and he is not qualified to make a choice.

But Ouyang Xin said, "Young Master Fengming, don't worry. Miss Qiu has already told us. When I send my master back to the big ship, Zhijian and I will go to Junshan to pick up Miss Qianshan."

Chen Fengming looked at Okra unexpectedly again, "So you have made arrangements..." He suddenly chuckled slightly, "You are testing me."

"I don't have the heart to test you." Okra turned his face away, "I just don't want you to be distracted when facing the enemy in a while..."

Chen Fengming did not argue with her. Even though Okra could not forgive Lou Qianshan, she - should have known - with her kindness and nostalgia, how could she bear to leave Lou Qianshan's situation alone?

However, he still said: "They were injured, and I'm afraid they are not Xie Fengde's opponents. I'll make a long-term plan for this matter."

"What do you want!" Okra suddenly started to get angry for no reason, "If you want to save her, just say it. If you don't worry about them going, then I'll go!"

"You can't go."

"You can't go either this or that, you..." As Okra was talking, his right hand, Pingfang, suddenly weighed down, and Chen Fengming stretched his left palm and suddenly covered the back of her hand. She was frightened and waited to pull her hands. Chen Fengming held her tightly and couldn't pull it out for a while.

She was really surprised that Chen Fengming came to take advantage of her. Ouyang Xin and Shi Zhijian were not far away. She was shocked but could only lower her voice: "What are you doing!"

Chen Fengming smiled at her, "If you go, who will win Yunmeng for me?"

He spoke calmly, as if this was the whole reason. But naturally it was more than that. What kind of person Xie Fengde was? How could he be - even if Okra's martial arts skills were ten times higher than now - allow her to face such an evil spirit alone.

He knew that if he said it, Okra would not be convinced. Even if he had not said it - even if it was just a flash of thought - it would be enough to make him feel scared, and he would have subconsciously pressed her hand here, as if if she didn't, she would have really fallen into danger immediately.

Okra didn't know his thoughts, and in a hurry he saw only his eyes so close. The blurry distortion made her remember the gentle caress he had in his ears half-drowning. She remembered the pair of Zhuer that clearly shouldn't have been given to him - at that time - did he mistake her for someone else?

An inexplicable upset made her chest block, and she pushed her hand out of his palm regardless of the force. Chen Fengming was already poisoned and weak, and his fingers were burning and painful again. How could he really restrain her? Okra was able to shrink her hand, and her whole body immediately curled up to the extreme, and her hand was even hidden in the bend of knees.

"Chen Fengming," she glanced at him seriously but carefully, "If you really want to win Yunmeng, just talk well and don't touch me. I really don't want to... talk to you at this time, we don't have much time!"

Chen Fengming smiled bitterly on his face, but his arm was stretched out without hesitation, and he easily hooked her from his back to his shoulder. Okra curled up a little to prevent him from holding hands and touching his face again. He suddenly hugged her whole. His hands were too hidden and there was no time to push. He ran into his body with a "bang" sound, and then stretched out his hand to push, but he couldn't spread his elbow.

This time the movement was much bigger than the back of the hand. Ouyang Xin and Shi Zhijian saw it, but they were also tactful. They immediately turned around and concentrated on paddling, and never turned around. "Chen Fengming!" Okra screamed in great qin. "You..."

"You are right, we don't have much time." Chen Fengming sighed, "I'm about to die, so I can't hold you for this moment?"

Okra had a few words of "traitor, villain, evildoer" and didn't scold him. He heard his words and his heart trembled suddenly, and his momentum disappeared. She suddenly remembered the last time - he was talking like that, and then disappeared. This time - would it be longer than the last time?

She didn't move for a moment. It wasn't she that she could not bear to be like this - it wasn't she that she could borrow the closeness he wanted in the last moment. All the grudges were just from the pair of Zhuer who suddenly broke into her mind and refused to leave - she was unwilling to borrow it in such a way.

"Whose earrings belong to those pairs of earrings?" She didn't know why she suddenly asked this sentence without much time. Maybe she didn't care anymore - anyway, he didn't have to be reserved anymore; maybe she was really afraid - if he died, she would never get the answer.

Chen Fengming obviously didn't keep up with her thoughts, and was stunned and said, "Why did you suddenly say this?"

"You answer me!"

"It's yours." Chen Fengming said, "I gave it to you, isn't it yours?"

"But that's clearly an old thing." Okra said, "It's either someone has worn it or you've sent it to others and you don't want it, right?"

Chen Fengming smiled. "I promise you first that no one has worn it before you, and I have never given it to others - don't dislike old things, old things have their own shortcomings, but this old thing can't be finished in a short while. I'll tell you another day?"

"One other day?" Okra muttered, and the second half of the sentence was unwilling to let Chen Fengming hear it clearly-"Didn't you say you're 'just dying'?"

He felt warm in his ears, and Chen Fengming's hand seemed to subconsciously rub her earlobe. "We are still half a quarter of an hour now," he looked at the Xiangshui battlefield, "I'll say something more important."

Okra was a little uncomfortable when he touched it, but he had to endure it and ask first: "What's the matter?"

"Didn't you always want to learn "Divine Dream" of the Fifty-Stringed Piano?" Chen Fengming smiled and said, "I will teach you now."

"Now?" Okra was surprised. Don't say that the situation was impossible to be too late in the half-quarters of the hour. There was not even a qin here. How should we teach the method? Furthermore, even if - even if there is really no chance in the future, "Divine Dream" can be considered a "more important thing". Even if it is really lost, it will be just a little regret. She would rather he say the old things in advance.

Unfortunately, Chen Fengming had already said to himself: "Do you know how different the "Divine Dream" of the Fifty-stringed Piano is from the "Divine Dream" you know now? And do you know why your master always thought about the score of the "Divine Dream" of the Fifty-stringed Piano?"

Okra could only shake her head. After shaking this, she realized that she was still forced to lean on his shoulder. She immediately stopped and spoke instead: "I don't know."

Chen Fengming still stroked her ears, "From the hearing of ordinary people, the "Divine Dream" of Twenty-Five Strings is already complex enough, and there is no difference even if you can tell it upwards. Even if you distinguish it from the ear power of those who are well versed in music, fifty-Five Strings are only a hundred feet away from the head of a pole. Its graceful and complexity is actually not much, and it is far from the difference between the effort of the zither player. However, the meaning of the "Divine Dream" of Twenty-Five Strings to Lingyin is extraordinary, because the magic sound that can be contained in its breadth is something that other songs cannot do."

"so what?"

"You have been practicing the piano since you were a child. Now the magic sound skills have surpassed me, but you - even your master - even if you have a deep skill, you can only use a magic sound in a piece of tune. For example, healing can only be healing, and hypnosis can only be hypnosis. If you want to control the insects, you cannot hurt people - the ultimate can be achieved, but you can only change the various effects of the magic sound illusion, but you cannot issue two or more magic techniques from the same syllable at the same moment. .This is because the martial arts of your Lingyin branch have been passed down like this, and the second is because the magic sound is too consuming. Unless you have reached the realm of transformation, it is really difficult to achieve one note and two illusions in ordinary songs. But even if you reach the realm of transformation, you must start practicing with an extremely complex music score at the beginning, and slowly you can simplify the complexity. The most complex song will naturally become a necessary path for the learning of magic sound to leap forward."
Chapter completed!