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Xin Shichangming Ao Yan looked at each other in surprise.

"Sir, those three are masters. With Agui's strength, they can probably deal with one of them." Ye Ling said.

"What?" Ao Yan raised his eyebrows. Agui could only deal with one of them. How strong are these three people?!

However, Agui's words next made Ao Yan even more shocked: "One can't beat him."

It seems that these people's strength is all in the four-point level of the supernatural power realm, and the three supernatural power realm, how... how strong is it?!

What Ao Yan is worried about now is not the strength of these three people, but the camp of these three people.

White Lotus Sect? The imperial court? The fourth force?

After frowning for a while, Ao Yan ordered the others: "When you go out, this is not your own territory. Don't mess with me, don't forget our purpose."

Afterwards, Ao Yan glanced again and saw the three of them walking to the second floor opposite to sit down, he turned his head and stopped looking.

Because at this time, the performance had already begun, and suddenly a clang of plucking the strings sounded, as if thunder exploded around, and in an instant the entire building became quiet.

However, the wooden stage in the middle performance was still empty.

The sound of the piano comes from nowhere, it is extremely mysterious, as if it is far and near, sometimes left and right, and it makes people feel unreal.

But Ao Yan could hear that the sound of the guqin was not played with his fingernails, but was directly played with his fingers. Moreover, the player had mastered the control of the strings and the lightness and thickness of the tone. The most praiseworthy thing was that this song gave Ao Yan a refreshing feeling.

As we all know, the guqin is the sound of a gentleman.

For example, famous songs such as Eighteen Beats of Hu Ge, Mountains and Flowing Water, Spring River Moon Night, etc., they are all gentlemanly, elegant, noble or gentle, and always have a sense of following the rules. Even if they sound nice, they don’t feel very pleasant.

The song played at this time, from the first sound, makes people feel that the sword and iron horse are firm and firm.

"What kind of song is this? Ambush on ten sides?"

Ao Yan asked. Although the Ten-side Ambush also has that kind of smell, it is obviously much weaker than this one.

I turned around and found that everyone was trapped in a clang just now, as if they were brought into a certain artistic conception, all with dull faces. But their eyes were flashing.

Only Changming, pinching his chin and frowned and thinking about something.

After pulling Changming, Ao Yan expressed his doubts with his eyes.

Changming wrote a few words on Ao Yan's palm: Sha Po Qiongxiao.

Sha Po Qiongxiao, it turns out that the name of this song is Sha Po Qiongxiao. It is such a mighty and domineering name. It really gives people a sense of extraordinaryness. Compared with it, the other music is a melodious sound.

At this moment, the soft voice sounded again.

The second and third sounds of fiddling are very small, and the speed of the connection is very fast. However, it gives people a clear and clear feeling, as if it is a military order, and the battlefield smoke is rising.

Then, the soft clanging sound continued, as if mercury was pouring out.

The strength and strength contained in the sound of the piano were like a powerful general. It was wrong, and more appropriately, it was like a master of the battlefield, pulling everyone in one go.

Then what you see in front of you is no longer the sound of people and piano, but—

battlefield!

Fighting on the battlefield, real swords and guns collided. The swords and swords turned red after Mars were like fireworks, rolled their mouths before drinking thirsty and ripped off after drinking, and then the sounds of swords, guns, swords and horses neighing finally turned into blood. The eyes were dyed bright red. With such fighting, fewer and fewer people on the battlefield seemed to be on the battlefield, and the soft voices also gradually became clear from a chaotic clang, sometimes sharp, sometimes harsh, sometimes muffled, and sometimes muffled sounds mixed together.

Again, it's that kind, one tone, one tone, one picture.

As if fighting to the end, the two generals finally competed with each other in the sea of ​​blood.

Bang!

The sound of the piano seemed to explode, and the sound buzzed in everyone's ears, little by little, little by little, the picture became distant and blurred, and finally all the scenery in front of him was restored.

At this time, the surroundings became silent, and only heavy breathing sounds rang one after another.

I don’t know who applauded first, but the entire Chongyuan Pavilion was filled with applause like thunder and densely rain.

"This woman is indeed not an ordinary person. The sound of the piano just now contains the magical confusion technique. You all fell into the Tao." Ao Yan looked at Xin Shi, Agui and others who were gradually waking up, and murmured.

He had Fu Zhao, and although he could understand the tragic mood expressed in the piano music, he was completely lost.

"Sir, I've taught you a lesson." Xin Shi said, wiped his cold sweat, thinking that if someone was going to be bad for the adult just now, that wouldn't it be easy? Those of you didn't have time to react, and this was a dereliction of duty.

Changming pulled Ao Yan's sleeve and used his hand to communicate with Ao Yan.

This Killing Qiongxiao was a song written by Emperor Dagan in the past to commemorate the Battle of Xuemangyuan seventy years ago.

According to legend, the war with the barbarians in the northern grassland caused a total of 500,000 people and people from both countries to die on the Xuemang Plain. In the end, they fought to the end that only two leaders and generals were left. Until the two generals killed each other, there was no living person on the battlefield, and the Xuemang Plain, which had been covered in snow all year round, was melted by blood. The snow was melted into water by blood and flowed downstream. At that time, it happened that the tide was rising, and the entire Taolan River turned into a rushing bright red.

According to officials who went to Xuemangyuan, it would be impossible to find a complete weapon, let alone a corpse.

Since then, the two countries have been greatly damaged. The Dakang Dynasty has recovered quickly due to its large population and its policies in place, while the barbarians in the north have not recovered yet. Until now, the two empty cities are still standing by the red snow-capped fields, and by the Taolan River, you can often hear ghosts crying or wolf howling.

Some storytellers said that the wolf was transformed from the corpse of a warrior on the battlefield.

Because I miss my hometown, every full moon will stand on the top of the mountain, and give me a loud and long wail, which is very shrill.

After listening to the song and the story, Ao Yan felt very sighing. If he could die in one go, at least one million creatures would have to have many unjust souls.

This is the second time Ao Yan has heard the name of Taolan River.

Ao Yan was sure that the Taolan River and the snowy land must be an extremely yin place.

The heavenly path in this world is destroyed, without the underworld, without reincarnation. Unless there are some opportunities, such a dead ghost who cannot be reincarnated can only disappear from the world in time, and it can be regarded as liberation and rebirth.

Ao Yan made up an idea in his mind. If he had time, he would definitely go there to see it. It would be meritorious to transform his soul into a soul.

What's more, this ghost has a million, which is a wealth that can make Ao Yan long for the most.

Just as he was thinking about it, Ao Yan suddenly found that there was rain of flowers in front of him.

No, it’s not in front of you, it’s the rain of peach blossoms in the entire Chongyuan Pavilion.

It’s almost winter, where do peach blossoms come from?

A thought flashed through Ao Yan's mind. Looking around, those mortals were not surprised, but they were all amazed, saying anything like coming to the fairyland, immortal methods, and the heavenly woman descending to the earth.

A woman walked onto the wooden platform at this time.

Ao Yan was surprised to find that there were four war drums built with frames on all sides of the wooden platform at some point.

What was even more surprising was that the woman who walked on stage appeared at some point. When she walked on stage, Ao Yan felt that the man was already there, as if everything was natural and indescribable.

"Huh? Sir, what do you think is that?"

Xin Shi's soft cry came from his ears, and Ao Yan quickly turned his head and saw that every step the woman took, a lotus flower grew under her feet.

This is definitely not a fragrant powder box in the heel, and the fragrance powder is stamped on it when you walk over, but a real lotus.

Lotus as big as copper coins grew out of the wood, growing bigger and bigger, and finally suddenly bloomed.

Behind the woman were large lotus flowers.

Goose yellow, pink, blue, purple, bright red, etc. are really amazing.

"Lotus is born every step..." Ao Yan was stunned. He didn't even have this method. He shouted in his heart. After all, I'm a city god!

But at this moment, Ao Yan's mind suddenly trembled.

Ding~Ding~Ding~

After a pleasant sound, Ao Yan felt that his eyes changed. Everything was missing, such as lotus and rain in the sky. What appeared in front of him was just a woman in a goose yellow dress, walking forward step by step and reaching the center of the wooden platform.

Ao Yan felt strange, why it suddenly disappeared.

Seeing that there was still such an obsession in Changming and others' eyes, he immediately understood.

It turns out that this is a trick to trick the illusion!

"This woman is really extraordinary. As the world's number one beauty, I think her beauty is second-hand. The key is that her method is powerful. Fortunately, Hua Xuejian reminded her, otherwise she would have really come to her mind."

After the eyes returned to clear light, the vision seemed to have become much cleaner.

At this time, Ao Yan could clearly see the woman in the middle of the wooden platform. Although she was wearing a goose yellow veil, she could no longer hide her pretty face.

The almond eyes are big and watery, the cheeks are slightly red, and they are as beautiful as a sharp sword, and they are full of heroism.

The little cinnabar Yin Hong under her pretty nose should be a cherry mouth, and she slid it slightly.

The melon-shaped face, black hair, skin like rouge, hairpin, hairpin, smile, smile, and amber skirt.

Such a woman looks quite stunning at the age of twenty-two, but if she is the best in the world... Ao Yan just laughed. If Changming changed into a daughter's outfit, he would be at least three times better than her. If Ye Ling dressed up, he would be at least twice as good as her. As for Wenwen, although she was slightly better than her in terms of appearance, she would be slightly better than her, but in terms of charming temperament, this woman could not catch up even if she practiced for a hundred years.

The world's number one beauty?

It seems that there is something tricky here.

Just as I was thinking about it, the dance had already begun.

But I saw the beauty in the goose yellow palace dress in the center of the stage spinning, like willow catkins in the wind, light and flowing. Suddenly, I stood up straight, my sleeves shook, like a dragon coming out of the hole, hitting a pair of drums opposite the oblique angle.

Dong!

"Huh?!" Ao Yan was surprised.

…(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!