Time passes.
On this night, when Xu Qing discovered the place where the Xuanyou Sect was located, there were still two days away, the starry sky was bright, the sky was full of stars, the moonlight was bright, and the moonlight was like a curtain.
From a distance, the night sky is vast, the earth is quiet, the starlight and moonlight blend and flow, and the ice condenses into a condensation that permeates the world.
On the Dharma boat, a melodious flute sound came from.
It was no longer a whining sound, but a rhythm, a tune, and it contained a killing meaning that was different from the sound of the Zixuan Immortal flute.
This meaning comes from the fast-paced melody, like the golden iron horse, fighting in all directions, but soon the music changes again, like the end of the war, looking at the bones on the ground, the surviving people look at the sky, and there are many inexplicable doubts about heaven and earth.
The meaning of confusion became more and more implicit, and at the same time, it seemed that the person playing the flute integrated his whole person's thoughts into the sound of the flute, constantly echoing.
It's just that all of this, if it falls into the ears of those who are familiar with flute music, it is easy to hear the jerky of the music and know that this is a beginner playing.
But obviously it is not difficult to learn it, at least, in Xu Qing's case, it is like this.
At this moment, he was wearing a purple gold-rich Taoist robe, with an emerald willow flute in his hand, cross-legged middle Taoist robes scattered on the deck, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and the moonlight complemented each other, like smoke and clouds.
Especially his eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are deep, his eyes are slightly sunken, and the willow flute in front of his lips covers a small half of his delicate and demonic face, and with his slender hands placed on the left willow flute, most people will admire the beautiful boy when they see it.
And the way he played seriously revealed an indescribable charm, which made Zixuan Shangxian, who was leaning on a chaise longue made of thousand-year-old cloud wood with one hand on one side, exuding a strange light in his slightly opened eyes.
This awn is getting thicker, and the flute sound is getting more and more chaotic.
Xu Qing chose to close his eyes.
This period of time was an indescribable tempering for him, he had never experienced anything like it, and he didn't know how to deal with it, so in addition to meditating and practicing, he focused more on this newly learned knowledge.
Xu Qing has always been extremely respectful of knowledge and is also very eager to learn.
If the seventh master taught him to play chess, Xu Qing would occasionally have a chessboard in his mind afterwards.
At the moment, Xu Qing liked the flute sound taught by Zixuan Shang Xian from the bottom of his heart, he was not a person who was good at words, and the flute sound could better allow him to express his thoughts in heaven and earth.
Just the gaze from Zixuan Shangxian made Xu Qing a little at a loss.
He couldn't understand this ancestor of the Xuanyou Sect.
I don't understand why the other party wants to tease me.
He felt that his cultivation had reached this level, and the appearance of flesh and skin was actually no longer important, and during this time, he had seen the other party make seven shots.
Every time it is written lightly, every time everything dissipates.
Death was on Zi Xuan Shangxian's fingers, and not a drop of blood could be seen.
Sometimes the reason for killing was because the other party was looking for death and radiating malice, but other times, it was determined by Zixuan Shangxian's personal likes and dislikes.
For example, yesterday, a foreign monk just glanced at her in mid-air, and in the next moment, this foreign powerhouse turned into flying ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.
At this moment, Xu Qing actually felt a little distressed about his soul, he needed one hundred and twenty souls to suppress it in the magic orifice, but it was not easy for Xu Qing to speak about this.
At the same time, Xu Qing also saw some things that were different from others in Zixuan Shangxian, she often had good intentions towards those poor and difficult small countries along the river, and often waved her hand to solve some mundane things.
For example, a few days ago, they passed by a small country, and during this period of time there were thieves in that country, which was difficult to catch, this matter was very common, and the monks basically wouldn't pay attention to it, but Zixuan Shang Immortal waved his hand to catch the thief out, and it disappeared.
These made Zixuan Shang Immortal full of fog in Xu Qing's cognition.
And Zixuan Shangxian's temperament is also unpredictable, sometimes she is like a girl, happy is written on her face, and she will get off the boat to pick it because she sees a beautiful flower on the mountain.
Sometimes she is full of sassyness, drinking one sip at a time, swaying green silk and full of moonlight.
Other times, she was extremely cold, and her shot was to kill.
More often, a strong charm will appear on her body, and an indescribable charm will be revealed between her frowns and smiles, giving people a sense of charm.
And Zixuan Shang Xian also has gentle times, every time Xu Qing's flute sound makes a mistake, that kind of gentleness like water will emerge from her body, and she will tell Xu Qing softly and correct it for him.
Innocent, cold, heroic, charming, gentle...... Xu Qing has never seen so many different temperaments in one person.
It wasn't until two days later that Xu Qing saw another temperament in Zixuan Shangxian.
It was after they arrived at the Xuanyou Sect, under the incomparable panic and shock of this small sect, more than a dozen people from the entire sect greeted them with unprecedented respect, Zixuan Shang Immortal looked at these people, and a trace of remembrance appeared in her eyes.
"Are you Xiaoyunzi?"
The old man who used to pretend to be a ghost trembled at this moment and spoke in a low voice.
"Reporting back to Xuanyou Shangxian, the little one is ...... Xiaoyunzi." The old man felt bitter in his heart, he looked at Zixuan Shangxian and the figure in his memory that had not changed at all.
He still remembered that when he was a child, he followed Master and saw with his own eyes how obsessed Master was...... But in the end, Luohua was intentionally ruthless, and no one successfully entered the world of this Zixuan Immortal back then.
"Take me to your master's grave." On Zixuan Shangxian's body, the years obviously left no trace, but at this moment, in the comparison of the old man, the years seemed to leave a breath.
Xu Qing followed silently, and soon, under the leadership of the old man, they arrived at the backyard of the Xuanyou Sect, where there was a solitary grave, and a willow tree in front of the grave swayed in the wind, as if it was permeating with spirits, excited by Zi Xuan's arrival.
Zixuan Shang Immortal took a few steps closer, looked at the grave, sighed lightly, and spoke to Xu Qing.
"My old friend is a good person."
Xu Qing remembered the past he knew before and said nothing.
The old man on the side was full of emotion.
Not long after, Xu Qing and Zixuan Shangxian left.
Before leaving, Zixuan Shangxian asked Xuanyou Sect if he was willing to leave here and merge into the alliance, the old man of Xuanyou Sect was very excited, but in the end he looked at the grave and still shook his head and declined, just asking to let that undercurrent be pulled by them all the time.
Zixuan Shang Immortal agreed to this matter, and personally arranged a formation here, and then stood on Xu Qing's magic boat and walked away with the boat.
The way back was always faster than when they came, and as Xu Qing's flute sound became more and more refined, they were getting closer and closer to the Eight Sects Alliance.
Until dusk of this day, there was still half an hour to go before the alliance, and even when the Forbidden Sea was seen from a distance, sitting on the railing, the whole person seemed to be about to integrate into the sunset Zixuan Shang Xian, and spoke softly.
"Xu Qing, play that piece, I want to hear it."
Xu Qing crossed his knees and closed his eyes, reminiscing, picked up the willow flute and put it to his mouth, in this dusk, the sound of the flute rose leisurely.
With the meaning of the rivers and lakes, it tells the joys and sorrows of a life, and everything eventually turns into a pot of turbid wine.
In loneliness, drink it down.
The alliance has arrived.
"This song, called Li Shang, was created by me in recent years." In the afterglow, Zixuan Shang Xian stood on the bow of the boat, looking ahead, the wind blew up her green silk, and her clothes fluttered in the air, as if her whole body was going to go with the wind.
That kind of loneliness seemed to pass through all the surface layers at this moment, slowly blown out by the wind, permeated in all directions, and was also contained in the eyes of Zixuan Shangxian.
As it became more and more profound, she looked back at Xu Qing, as if there was a deep pool in her eyes, as if she wanted to remember Xu Qing's appearance, and finally, she smiled gently.
Xu Qing looked up and looked at Zixuan Immortal.
"There were many people who gave me gifts back then, there were more than a hundred flutes alone, I forgot who gave this willow flute, but I like this flute very much, children, thank you for accompanying me all the way, it's good for you."
Zixuan Shang Immortal picked up the wine jug, took a sip, shook his hair, indescribable heroic posture, indescribable sassness, stepped into the sky, and walked farther and farther.
Xu Qing looked down at the flute in his hand, and looked up at the Zixuan Immortal who was far away in the direction of the Xuanyou Sect, and a wisp of indescribable thoughts appeared in his heart.
After a long time, he took a deep breath, clenched his fists and bowed, and controlled the magic boat back to the Seven Blood Boy.
At the same time, on the Xuanyou Sect, the Purple Xuan Immortal dressed in white, with three points of happiness, five points of light sighs, the two separated, returned to the tower, standing there, she looked in the direction of the Seven Blood Boys, for a long time, muttered softly.
"If you were born a hundred years earlier......"
"So what?" A gentle man's voice came from behind Zixuan Shangxian, and the leader of the Eight Sects Alliance in a blue shirt walked out of the void, and when he reached Zixuan Shangxian's side, he also looked at the Seven Blood Boys.
"If he had been born a hundred years earlier, junior sister, believe it or not, he is now a skeleton."
"Or, now he can also become a skeleton." Saying that, the leader of the Eight Sects Alliance turned his head to look at Zixuan Shang Immortal gently.
"Do you dare?" Zixuan Shang Xian looked cold and spoke calmly.
The leader of the Eight Sects Alliance stared at Zixuan Shang Immortal, and after a long time, he smiled and shook his head.
"My alliance is so arrogant, how can I harm you. But junior sister, although the soul left to you by Master makes me fearful, can ...... Your lifespan is coming to an end, and the light you need is found at this time, which is really a bit sad."
"Half a Jiazi Shouyuan passed in a flash, and he can't repair the Tao with you until he reaches the spiritual collection, after all...... You still have to face the choice of life and death."
"I'll ask you again next month." The leader of the Eight Sects Alliance smiled slightly, and his body slowly dissipated.