The piano is still spinning rapidly. Su Jiuqin took a deep breath and suddenly relaxed his fingers: "Listen, Xuantian Gushe·Yanglu Yize!"
The branches swayed, the woods swayed, and the roots of the trees buried deep in the ground trembled at the same time, almost shaking out the soil.
The high-pitched sound of the Yang rhythm is like the warm sun at dawn, echoing through the forest like the spring breeze blowing.
When he heard the unusual wave of sound waves, Jiuchongquan was already prepared before it even approached.
He turned around and suddenly his feet were two feet deep. With another boost of energy, the stream of blood halberd broke through the dry forest above his head, like a turbulent countercurrent, and gathered into the mid-air where the blood mist gathered above his head.
"Dare to fight me head-on, even if it's you - it's impossible!" His eyes were filled with anger and bloodshot eyes, as if they were about to pop out of his sockets, "Xue Feng Tian is extremely ignorant!"
The roar was deafening, and the crimson rage mixed with the blood mist wrapped together, instantly forming thousands of bright red turbulences in mid-air that dispersed to the ground, like a giant snake curling down in mid-air, unstoppable!
The music of Su Jiuqin meets the crazy Jiuchongquan. Even though Su Jiuqin is capable of extraordinary things, in the face of such a powerful force, Yi Zezhengyin just fell apart.
He frowned. He held his hands again, and out of thin air, a long harp with simple and smooth sapphire texture flashed quickly on his other side again!
The low-key jade qin, which is completely different from the Minglong Nine Emblems, and the xianqin "walking on the sand" are the companions who always accompany him when he lives in seclusion in the autumn scenery.
Seeing the wave of blood coming to kill him, his ears were full of atmosphere. Like thunder washing his ears, Su Jiuqin felt very unhappy.
"Xuan Tiangushe·Yanglu Ruibin..."
He twisted the strings of the Nine Emblem of the Ming Dragon with one hand. While the dragon shape flashed and galloped, the other hand actually pressed the grass strings of the shading line again.
The string waves danced for a while, and at the same time there was a lingering sound.
And just when Su Jiuqin was about to trigger the move, another figure playing the qin suddenly appeared beside him:
"Xuan Tiangushe·Yanglu Huangzhong!!"
With no time to think, the ears of both of them were drowned by the exact same sound of the piano at the same time. The tone starts as low as a grass stem and suddenly changes to a high pitch, connecting with the sound of Ruibin just played. The three tones converge, clear and clear, washing away the dust of the past.
The sound waves triggered wind roars that swept across all directions, and in the blink of an eye they collided with the Nine-Chongquan move.
In an instant, the trees and trees in the mountains fell to pieces; a large circle of dust was rolled up out of thin air, filling the sky above our heads.
The blood mist was disrupted, and the distance in the forest became clear again. And at the core of the duel, as the vision fell into chaos, the rock formations under the feet trembled several times, and all of them collapsed in an instant.
"Let's go!" Su Jiuqin took advantage of the chaos and grabbed the lapel of Lu Dingmo's clothes, put away the two qins, and flew away from the place in an instant. As for Jiuchongquan opposite Yanchen, the ground on which his feet rested had begun to collapse, so he had to retreat first.
The magnificent green cliff, in this confrontation that lasted less than an hour, lost the most majestic and stunning scenery of the mountain gate.
The blood mist that filled the sky was like slowly delayed and stacked clouds. After receiving such an impact, it slowly flowed back to its original state. The smoke quickly dissipated, but the original mountain gate and back forest no longer existed.
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On top of the peaks of Qingya Academy, a group of Confucian scholars were waiting nervously for Lu Dingmo's return.
There are rows of books and pavilions all around, with lush pines and cypresses leaning against each other. If the path connecting the mountain gate to here had not been destroyed by the explosion, the scenery along the way would have been even more unique.
With the help of other masters, Yi Laoxuan's condition eased. While rubbing his red and swollen neck, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the mountain gate not far away.
It's because they are too weak. If Lu Dingmo hadn't woken up in time to save the situation this time, most of the Confucian students in Qingya Academy would not have been able to escape the enemy's poisonous hands.
My heart was squeezed tighter. Yi Laoxuan frowned. He usually regarded himself as the leader of the group of teachers, but when the real crisis came, he could only watch his disciples die for him.
"Alas..." Yi Laoxuan let out a muddy sigh, and his throat seemed to be covered with cobwebs, making him look very old.
But at this moment, two flying figures suddenly jumped onto the eaves, and then jumped down together.
The Confucian scholars in the courtyard were startled by the two men who descended out of thin air, and thought they were enemies coming in again. After seeing the face of the master of their academy, the group breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, there was a crowd of people rushing forward.
There were masters and students inside, and they all gathered around, praising Lu Dingmo and thanking him. There were a lot of "Zhihu"s coming and going. In addition to being grateful for the timely rescue of the hospital master, it was also the excitement of being in such close contact with the hospital master for the first time.
However, looking silently at the group of disciples who had gathered around him, Lu Dingmo's face turned pale, and he immediately staggered and fell backwards.
"Uh-" When the crowd saw this, they booed in surprise.
Fortunately, Su Jiuqin was behind him to support him. Seeing his old friend like this, he quickly figured out the clues and slowly laid him flat on the ground.
Lu Dingmo's lips were gray and cold sweat began to break out from his body. His eyes were a little distracted, but he still looked closely at the people on both sides.
Su Jiuqin tested his pulse with one hand and pressed his Guanyuan point with the other. After a while, he nodded and said: "Your hospital master has just woken up. He is recovering from his old injuries. His breath is weak. After this fierce battle, he needs to rest. Please give way."
Hearing what he said, the Confucian scholars surrounding him realized the seriousness and quickly opened a narrow passage for them.
Su Jiuqin sighed, slowly carried Lu Dingmo's body and walked towards the house not far away.
Everyone present, including Yi Laoxuan, watched them enter the house. Su Jiuqin didn't like this kind of sight, so she walked quickly and closed the wooden door with a bang after entering the house.
Only the people in the courtyard were left with lingering gazes.
After a while, the people waiting outside slowly heard a melodious and beautiful melody reaching their ears.
The three layers of clear sound are like the continuous tide, playing the music of the soft beach. Sometimes the string sound turns high, like a crane flying into the air; sometimes it drops suddenly, like a gurgling stream falling down a mountain stream.
The five tones are like the five tastes, and when they are perfect, they can penetrate into the deepest consciousness of the mind. Everyone present was mesmerized by the fairy music in the room, and there was no sound. They all stretched out their ears and leaned forward, listening carefully, not wanting to miss every sound.
But still soon, the music paused. It took a while for everyone to wake up as if from a deep dream. Some people still had unfinished thoughts and murmured to themselves in a low voice, as if they were talking in a dream.
This kind of music can really be said to be in the realm of "I don't know the taste of meat in March".
And just after the sound of the piano disappeared, inside the room, Su Jiuqin waved away the Ta Sha Xing in front of her and slowly stood up with her knees on her knees.
On the bed, Lu Dingmo opened his eyes and looked quietly at the white jade hanging beside the bed curtain.
Injecting sound into the body is a healing method invented by Su Jiuqin. It worked after a try. In addition to accelerating the recovery of Lu Dingmo's injuries, it also promoted the recovery of his Qi sea.
