Chapter 321 Harmony
Chapter 321 Harmony
Ye Xiaochuan was busy stealing ancient ice jade in the ice cave, dreaming of getting rich. As the owner of the Ice Ancient Jade, Xuan Ying was not aware of Ye Xiaochuan's evil intentions at this moment.
She was playing the flute, and Yun Qiyou was playing the harp.
On the back mountain of Guanzi Peak in Mount Xumi, the clear ensemble of pianos and flutes is like the sounds of nature.
The two of them seemed to be immersed in some kind of mysterious and mysterious illusion, forgetting time and things, as if the piano and flute were not played and performed by two people, but the spirit of the demon-suppressing guqin and the yellow spring blue flute. Controlling the bodies of two people.
From last night to dawn today, for several hours, the melodious sound of flute and ethereal piano never stopped, like a harmony that spanned thousands of years and transcended time and space.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano and the flute suddenly disappeared at the same time. It turned out that after the song ended, the two people stopped at the same time as if they had a telepathic connection.
Yun Qiyou, who was sitting on the big rock, suddenly woke up from a dream, slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.
The clouds from last night have not dissipated, but have become thicker and thicker. The sky is gray and the sun cannot be seen.
A drop of rain fell from the sky and landed on her pale and beautiful cheek. It was like a crystal pearl, streaking across her cheek, and the side of her cheek was like the tears of an infatuated woman.
Yun Qiyou's eyes were a little hazy and confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
After a long time, she put away the Demon-Suppressing Guqin, put it in a piano bag and carried it on her back. She stood up and said word by word: "Who is your Excellency? Is it Xuan Ying?"
Xuanying was sitting on the top of a dense Bodhi tree not far away. She was as light as a piece of willow catkin, weightless. As a breeze blew by, the treetops swayed, and she followed. The treetops rose and fell.
Yun Qiyou couldn't see her, but she could see Yun Qiyou clearly.
Looking at the divine sword that was as white as snow in Yun Qiyou's hand, she murmured to herself in a voice that only she could hear: "Zhan Chen, it turns out she is the Zhan who appeared in Yi Zhuang that night. The master of the Chenshen Sword.”
She has not been involved in world affairs for many years, and has just recently left seclusion, so she does not know much about the younger generation of disciples today.
She only knew that after Zhan Chen's previous master passed away, Zhan Chen was kept under the personal care of Jade Jizi of Cangyun Sect. Now, such a powerful divine sword has been passed down to Jade Jizi after hiding it for two hundred years. In the hands of the white-clothed woman in front of him, one can imagine that this woman is by no means an easy person.
Yun Qiyou's current cultivation level is still difficult for the so-called last god in the world to discern, but the Zhan Chen in Yun Qiyou's hand and the demon-suppressing guqin on her back force her to face it.
This is an ancient artifact that even she is afraid of.
Hearing Yun Qiyou's words, Xuan Ying still had no intention of showing up, but she still spoke and said: "That night I found you following me. I made several large circles and flew thousands of miles. I haven’t gotten rid of you yet, can you tell me how you did it?”
Yun Qiyou didn't look much surprised, but there was a flash of light in his eyes.
What a Xuanying!
The woman hiding in the dark who plays the piano and flute in harmony with him is really a plain girl Xuan Ying!
The subtle feeling coming from the Zhanchen Divine Sword was right, it was not my imagination!
She glanced down at Zhan Chen and said nothing, but Xuan Ying could see this subtle movement clearly.
Xuan Ying's cold voice sounded again, saying: "It turns out to be Zhan Chen. I almost forgot. Wu Feng and Zhan Chen are two swords that have been entangled for thousands of years. Through the connection between Zhan Chen and Wu Feng, you can It makes sense to find it here.”
Yun Qiyou raised her head. Xuan Ying's voice sounded as if it came directly from her soul. She couldn't tell where it came from. She could only raise her head and said to the increasingly dense raindrops: "Ye Where is Xiaochuan? Is he still alive?”
Xuan Ying found it very interesting. She said, "That boy is in my hands. Do you want to find him?"
Yun Qiyou said: "Yes."
Xuan Ying said: "Do you love him?"
Yun Qiyou was stunned, and many strange looks flashed in his eyes.
She had never thought about it.
Even when she grew up, she never thought about whether she would fall in love with a man in her life.
Of course her feelings for that boy Ye Xiaochuan were not love. This is something Yun Qiyou is very sure of.
When Xuan Ying saw that Yun Qiyou didn't reply, he said: "Zhan Chen and Wu Feng have been entangled for three lives and seven lives. You are the last one. I didn't want to tell you this originally. I would rather see Zhan Chen and Wu Feng's masters commit suicide." Killing each other, but you are the descendant of Yao Qin. Not just anyone can play and control the demon-suppressing Gu Qin. There are not many women I admire in my life. Yao Qin counts as one, and Xuannv counts as one. You are Heir of Yaoqin, I just told you this much, take back your love and stay away from Ye Xiaochuan, otherwise your end will be very miserable, very miserable. "
After saying this, Xuan Ying's body disappeared from the treetop. He disappeared out of thin air and he didn't know where he went.
For some reason, Yun Qiyou felt in her heart that Xuan Ying had left. Although she couldn't see her and didn't know her location, she still had such a strange feeling at this moment.
At the same time, an even weirder thought vaguely arose in her mind. This zombie god who had been secretly hunted by the Righteous Dao and the Demon Cult for countless years, this legendary murderous female devil, seemed to have no murderous intention towards her.
She wanted to ask about the whereabouts of Master Yunyazi, but she didn't have time to say it. Now the only clue is Xuanying.
The wind and rain were getting stronger and stronger. The rain clouds that had gathered all night finally showed their hideous side at this time.
Yun Qiyou stood in the wind and rain, and soon the rain completely wet her clothes. The clothes stuck to her skin, revealing her exquisite curves.
She still stood on the big rock without any movement.
But her expression was a little complicated.
What kind of grudge did Wufeng and Zhanchen have?
When I first met Yunyazi outside Hanyang City, he said that Zhanchen and Wufeng were two swords that were entangled for three lives and seven lifetimes. I asked the reason, but Master Yun didn't tell me.
Now Xuanying said the same thing again, and it was more direct, warning me to stay away from Ye Xiaochuan.
Thinking of the unusual movements of Wufeng and Zhanchen in Cangyun Mountain, and the subtle feeling of entanglement between the two swords at this moment, Yun Qiyou's heart gradually sank.
Xuanying's lair was nearby, to be exact, in the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak, Yun Qiyou was very sure.
In the past few days, Guanzizai Peak had been searched several times by the disciples of Jiaye Temple, but nothing unusual was found.
In the wind and rain, Yun Qiyou finally moved and flew to the dense Bodhi tree not far away.
