Tianxian Road

Chapter 190

Ye Xinyao and Rong Yu stopped talking, while Zhu Xin returned to silence. If she listened quietly, she could faintly hear two voices, one from inside and one from outside, interlaced.

The rustling sound represented the reptiles approaching. Although judging from their current situation, the small bugs that could be crushed to death with two fingers in the past were probably unimaginably huge, but neither of them paid much attention to them.What really caught their attention was another voice, coming from outside the bamboo, it was too vague to be heard clearly, carefully distinguishing it, it seemed to be... a piece of music?
A huge and ferocious reptile, like a monster, descended from the sky, as if it wanted to swallow the two of them into its belly. With a shock of the Qinglian Sword, Ling Ran's sword energy entered from the giant worm's head, directly piercing through its internal organs, and the whole body Meridian, at the same time, covered its whole body with thick frost, so as to prevent this guy's weird mucus and blood from pouring all over their bodies, occupying a small space, making it impossible for people to stand here.

Ye Yaoyao slowly opened her eyes when the frost covering the giant insect fell to the ground, as if shaking the air around her. As if waking up from a dream woven by music, she said calmly, "Someone is playing a zither, but the name of the song is unknown."

After that, she thought for a while, and added: "Listen to its tone, this harp should have fifty strings."

The fiftieth-stringed zi plays the sound of great sorrow. No matter who plays it, and no matter how cheerful the other party plays it, it will give people a lingering and depressing feeling, which makes people feel sad and cry. Stop, and even lose hope in life, walk on a dead end.Because of this, later generations cut the zither to 25 strings to make it cheerful and peaceful in rhythm, mellow and moving, and can be used in festive and happy occasions.

Most people in the world are like this, happy to get together but not happy to leave, drunk today with wine, not thinking about where to return tomorrow.It’s okay to listen to cheerful songs every day, and occasionally listen to sad songs, and let others listen to sad songs every day... What a hatred!
Over time, the score of the fifty-stringed zither was gradually lost, and slowly disappeared from the world.Even if someone gets the sheet music by accident, and has tried to practice the fifty-string lute to make himself appear very different, after they find a fifty-string lute to practice for a while, they will feel that they are really stupid.There must be a reason for this thing not being handed down and being eliminated by time. To do the opposite, to find this thing to torture yourself for no reason, and to make your heart, liver, spleen and lungs throbbing together is really not a glorious thing.

When Ye Xinyao was young, she used to take an unconventional path. She always felt that what others could learn, I learned.If I can learn something that no one else knows, then that is a great skill, and it will appear that I am very outstanding.So she was obsessed with the [-]-string violin for a while, and she found a few curly scores after rummaging through boxes and cabinets. Then she asked Mu Wuyun to make a [-]-string violin for her. In the end, he gave up in frustration.

After all, I am still at the age of expressing sorrow for new words, full of youthful spirit, thinking that there is nothing in the world that I can't do, how can I be willing to sing about the helplessness and separation of the world?

Listening to the sound of great compassion now, it's a different state of mind, and it's actually another state of mind.

After a brief silence, Ye Yaoyao patted the non-existing dust on her body, stepped lightly on the black ice that wrapped the giant worm, and asked, "Would you like to help?"

"No need." Rong Yu refused directly, and then said, "There is something strange, please be more careful."

Ye Yaoyao nodded, and understood that they probably won the lottery again this time.

In terms of musical instruments, Buddhists prefer Huang Zhong Dalu, but Taoist monks prefer Guqin.The sound of the piano is peaceful, broad and far away, like mountains and flowing water, like the bright moon among pines, the loud sound is faint, the elephant is invisible, it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and all kinds of troubles are gone.The fiftieth-stringed harp does the opposite, arousing the sadness in the heart. Even if it is unintentional, it does not have much lethality, but its sound is the same as the magic sound. If you accompany it every day, you will surely go to the Another extreme.Even if there is a little more pessimism in nature, the girls who see the flowers shed tears and feel sad for the moon, full of melancholy and tenderness, do not want to listen to such a sad tone again and again.

Regardless of whether the fifty-stringed lute is the one that the virtuoso likes very much and often plays, or he puts it here to deal with intruders, it undoubtedly represents trouble.

Compared with this, the bamboo, which is more than a thousand feet high and has a lot of giant insects, is really nothing in the way.

The bamboo has been given magical powers similar to "the universe in the sleeve", and it is forbidden to fly, and it is quite strenuous to climb.Fortunately, the giant insects that grow on the bamboo are coming forward one after another. If Rong Yu is willing, his green lotus sword energy can contain awe-inspiring frost and snow, and condense thick black ice. Using these insects as stepping stones, it doesn't feel like time Difficult.

Ye Yaoyao focused on the sound outside the bamboo, and calculated the time and distance. In the afternoon of the second day, when [-]% of the time passed, she suddenly said: "The sound of killing...someone died."

The cultivation of these two people is already impressive, and those who can break out of their sleeves earlier than them must have something extraordinary.However, the person touched the fifty-string lute for a moment, the music stopped abruptly, and the last note had a trace of lifelessness, and he died just like that.

Rong Yu heard the words and suggested: "Slow down?"

Ye Yao thought for a while, then nodded, "Yes."

The two slowed down and didn't take the initiative to go up, they only killed the invading giant worm.In this way, another day passed.

Ye Xinyao originally thought that she would get nothing, but when she was about to come to a conclusion, she heard the dead silence brought by two or three music sounds one after another. She immediately frowned and said with a little worry: "Did you hear the music just now? Did you hear the music just now?" Se, died, another person quickly caught up, also died, and the third person... Those who can break through the world in their sleeves are definitely not ordinary people. They are so aware of the danger, but they still go forward. I'm afraid, no Don't want to, but can't."

No matter how much she recalled the maps recorded by the predecessors of the Xuanhuazong at the cost of her life, Ye Yaoyao didn't remember that they mentioned such a place, so she sighed softly and said helplessly: "I can't hear anything like this, let's go out and see You'll know it when you see it." As for life or death... just leave it to fate!
After making a decision, the two of them maintained a normal speed and kept the consumption of mana at an extremely low level. It took another five days to get out of the sun and moon in the pot, with the universe in their sleeves.

The moment Ye Yaoyao stepped out of the bamboo heart, she found that her body shape had not changed, and her spiritual sense detection had never had any problems, but the surrounding scenery quickly shrank, and quickly became normal size.

Such a skill is truly miraculous.

At the same time, the lingering and mournful twitter sounded very clearly in the ears of the two of them.

Rong Yu's eyesight was astonishing, he caught a trace of a stone tablet amidst the swaying forest and the leaves, and motioned for Ye Xinyao to go there together.The two walked in front of the stone tablet, and saw that the characters on the stone tablet had mysterious meanings in every move, which seemed very elegant, but there was a little restraint between the turning and the ending, and there was no chic and unrestrained style. Looking at the signature, it turned out to be the master of Lingyan Wonderland, that is, Taoist Ling Yan wrote it himself.

Seeing the various formations and defenses in Lingyan Wonderland, Ye Yaoyao had already figured out the character of Taoist Lingyan to a certain extent. Seeing his words, she became more and more certain. She didn't doubt the authenticity of the stele, and she didn't think it was a predecessor Pit the handwriting of latecomers.

Taoist Ling Yan wrote on the stone tablet that he always liked refining tools and alchemy, and he was very elegant, and he must pay attention to doing everything by himself.Passing by a certain place one day, I found a piece of wood, which was split by the thunder of the sky, and it was scorched and full of vitality. Then, when the strange scenes such as Chang Honghuabi, azalea weeping blood, etc., gradually became spiritual, and gave birth to a bit of "Tao" connotation , is really a good material for making guqin.If you carefully collect materials, match them skillfully, and use refining techniques, you may be able to make a piano that is unparalleled in the world.

Daoist Lingyan was originally an overseas immortal cultivator, eating the wind and drinking the dew, being with the world, the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers, and loving these things.Seeing that Lie Xin was happy, he took down this piece of wood and searched all over the world, hoping to find strings that could match.

Daoist Lingyan was really happy about this piece of wood. Countless treasures of heaven and earth were placed in front of him, but he felt that this one was not worthy and that one was not good, and he had been picking and choosing for many years.In the end, by chance, in the bright galaxy condensed by thousands of stars, a silver thread that condenses numerology, emotion and even "Tao" was pulled out, and then the suitable string was found.

After spending tens of millions of years, I finally found the desired material. I should be happy, but Taoist Lingyan is not happy at all. Why?This galaxy thread is too long, if only the seven strings are taken, a large section must be wasted.But if this galaxy thread is not completely embedded in the sound of the piano, at least half of the effect will be destroyed, which is naturally not what Taoist Ling Yan wants.

Seeing that these two materials were his favorite materials, Taoist Ling Yan had a hard time choosing between them. Finally, he gritted his teeth, abandoned the piano and chose a harp, and made a [-]-string harp.On the day when Se was born, dark clouds rolled, thunder burst, the earth was shrouded in black air, and the red lotus of karma was in full bloom, engulfing the world in the flames.Taoist Lingyan realized only when he saw this that he had actually made a powerful magic weapon with a demonic nature, which was destined to be endlessly murderous, which resulted in the birth of a powerful magic weapon with visions of heaven and earth.

It stands to reason that, as a Taoist celestial being of the human race, Taoist Lingyan should have destroyed this se when it was born.But Daoist Ling Yan is not only a fairy, he is also a craftsman with superb craftsmanship, completely ignoring any fights, and immersing himself in these hobbies all his life.Taoist Ling Yan couldn't let go of this perfect work that could even be said to be the pinnacle of his life, let alone destroy it.So he put the [-]-string harp in the bamboo forest, combined with various formations of the sun and the moon, and erected a stone tablet deep in the bamboo forest.These actions are not used to warn others, but to remind himself that he must stay away when he sees the stele, and don't get too close to it.

(End of this chapter)