Realizing that Zhao Yue'er didn't know how to advance or retreat, and dared to call a formation on the path of music, Chu Wanqing couldn't help but become more angry, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and the rhythm of her hands also accelerated.
As a result, the song "En Wei Ling" was played faster and faster, like a copper ball walking down the slope and a horse careening down the slope. It was more cautious and cautious than when Li Yu was being punished.
On the other side, Zhao Yue'er had no intention of competing with Chu Wanqing. She just wanted to rescue Li Yu from the sea of misery. Seeing Li Yu half asleep, she knew that her music was indeed effective. She resisted to death and was afraid. Every sound was a sincere prayer from the bottom of her heart: "As long as If Brother Yu can escape from danger, I will be willing to die!"
She had been knocked unconscious by Li Yu before, and was awakened by the vibration of the true energy in the cave. She was still missing the warmth of Li Yu's arms, and was shocked to hear the terrifying sound of Chu Wanqing's flute.
Zhao Yue'er was born in the Xianyin Sect and received indoctrination from the sect since childhood. To her, the Demonic Sound Sect was both the most familiar and unfamiliar enemy.
In just a moment, she already knew that Chu Wanqing was a giant of the Demonic Sound Sect, and she already knew that her meager skills were no more than trying to do the same thing, but she was still willing to take the risk.
The concern for Li Yu was like a warm current, turning the cold blood in her body into ice.
Ice and cold seem to be the same, but they are actually very different. The cold heart is completely numb, but the cold heart still has hope.
Even if the longing is in vain, even if the frown is in vain, after all, I am still willing to give up everything for that one word of love, even if I die.
The music without music score flowed gently in the cave with the trembling of bamboo leaves. The not-pretty eyes looked at Li Yu infatuatedly, telling a piece of heart that had been buried long ago.
"In the past, when I went there, the willows and willows lingered. Now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing."
"If I die, Brother Yu, will you miss me?"
"Even if you don't miss me at all, Brother Yu, I still want to save you."
"I have always been a burden next to Brother Yu. But today, I finally found the meaning of my life."
As if destined, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time, Zhao Yue'er, who was playing an unknown song, gradually drove away the chill from her body. The warm wind cherished each other, and the willow silk was entangled, leaving only the heart-breaking and intoxicating tenderness.
Chu Wanqing tried her best, but could not beat the soft sound of the flute. Her heart became more and more frightened and shocked, and she finally couldn't bear it any longer. She pressed down on the flute, moved her lips, and blurted out: "You are not from the Xianyin Sect! What on earth are you? What’s so sacred about that?”
The Demonic Sound Sect and the Fairy Sound Sect are originally from the same family, and both regard music as their guide, but their cultivation methods are very different.
The Demonic Sound Sect aims to deceive people's hearts. The music itself does not contain real energy, but it can make people fall into an illusion and be unable to extricate themselves. The Xianyin Sect, on the other hand, focuses on the gathering of Qi by sound waves. Music becomes the true Qi, and the sound of music becomes a weapon, which is invisible and qualityless, making it difficult for people to resist.
As the leader of the Demonic Sound Sect, Chu Wanqing has long recognized that Zhao Yueer's flute sound is not like the Xianyin Sect's music that hurts people, but is closer to the Demonic Sect's manipulation of people's hearts.
But no one in the Demonic Sound Sect has this skill!
Chu Wanqing couldn't think of anyone else who could resist his own demonic sound offensive!
This ugly woman was unknown and her life story was a mystery. Chu Wanqing was filled with confusion and suspicion, and she had no choice but to ask questions.
Zhao Yue'er seemed not to have heard it, but played with all her heart, her eyes turning around and looking back at Li Yu.
Just as the sound of the flute stopped, Chu Wanqing's consciousness flashed, and a scene of heavy snow suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
The snow is as heavy as goose feathers, the vast white ground is covered with a dilapidated thatched house and an ugly woman.
It was clearly a scene of decline and desolation, but Chu Wanqing could not feel the slightest chill. She only felt warm all over, as if in the spring breeze.
The ugly woman leaned against the door and looked at her. I don't know if she was waiting for the wind and snow to return home, or she was bidding farewell to her loved one at the end of the world.
There was indeed a trace of sadness in the ugly woman's eyes, but there was a sweet smile on her lips.
Whether it's waiting or saying goodbye, love is deep, bitter and sweet at the same time. Grievances are like ice and snow, but they are no match for the warmth of love.
Chu Wanqing was shaken all over, knowing that she had been brought into the illusion of the ugly woman's flute. She immediately let out a loud roar, and the "heart-grabbing demonic sound" rose into the sky, tearing a crack in the snowy sky. Her spiritual consciousness escaped and returned to the world. The real world.
She did not dare to delay at all, and hurriedly activated the amethyst flute to continue the flute sound of "En Wei Ling", determined to compete with the flute sound.
For a moment, it seemed that only the sound of flutes and flutes were left in the cave, playing independently but restraining each other. The two sides are fighting against each other. The entanglement is like riding a tiger, and no one can stop alone.
The sound of the flute is like a majestic Emperor of Heaven, who hastily faced a provocation, was caught off guard, but remained calm in the end. He was furious with thunder, and used both kindness and power, hoping to quell the chaos and build an army to achieve eternal peace.
The sound of the flute is like a frail girl who is unable to cope with the sharpness. She has little clothing and food, but she is still entangled with her. She is tender and affectionate, and she wants to die without any regrets.
I don’t know how long it took, but gradually I felt the sound of the flute getting weaker and weaker, and then there was only the sound of the flute in the cave, and no more sound of the flute.
Although Chu Wanqing was still playing, the sound flowing out of the amethyst flute was definitely not the sound of the flute or the "Emperor's Order", but the unknown music from Zhao Yue'er's mouth.
"Crack!"
After another long while, Zijingxiao could no longer bear the shock and fear. It was defeated and suddenly broke into two parts, without any arrogance anymore.
"The purple flute has been broken, and Brother Yu can finally get out of danger." Zhao Yue'er's hard-working will then relaxed and she fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Chu Wanqing's face was ashen, her consciousness and heart were both damaged, blood spurted from her mouth, and her body fell to the ground involuntarily.
She was in disbelief, but she could only admit defeat: "I was so traumatized that I couldn't fight anymore. I didn't expect that even though I was concentrating my concentration and exerting all my strength, I was still distracted by the sound of this woman's flute."
Seeing that Li Yu was about to regain consciousness, Chu Wanqing made a decisive decision and sneered at Zhao Yue'er: "Oh, you can't be strong for long, and you can't be soft for a long time. Even if you beat me, you will be exhausted and have no chance of survival anymore!"
She raised her energy and exerted all her strength. The green skirt and the charming fragrance disappeared without a trace, leaving only a sigh of relief and reluctance in the air: "It's a pity that I don't know your name yet."
When the flute and flute were competing, Li Yu was already half asleep and had a clear understanding of the surrounding situation. However, he was unable to escape from the illusion and could not help Zhao Yue'er.
Now that Li Yu's consciousness had recovered, he saw Zhao Yue'er lying on the ground. He ignored the pain of broken leg bones and relied on the support of the peach blossom fan to leap to Zhao Yue'er's side. He shouted anxiously: "Sister Yue'er, hold on. ah!"
With trembling hands, he poured all the remaining Huitian Pills into his palm, intending to feed it into Zhao Yue'er's mouth.
Zhao Yue'er's originally charred face was extremely pale, without even a trace of blood. She stretched out her hand with difficulty and tried to dissuade him: "It's useless... don't... don't waste the elixir."
"Don't talk yet!" Li Yu couldn't help but said, stuffing five elixirs into Zhao Yue'er's mouth.
"It's useless..." Zhao Yue'er was as angry as a thread and extremely weak: "Brother Yu, thank you for telling me that even if you don't look good, you can still practice the art of music control... As long as you integrate your true feelings... Look, I really succeeded..."
Li Yu couldn't help but try to dissuade her: "Sister Yue'er, don't talk for now. Wait until you recover! Can you please stop talking?"
"If you don't say it now, there will be no chance again..." Zhao Yue'er showed a relieved smile: "These days, I have been following you for no reason, and I have been a burden... Finally, finally, I can help you. I'm very... happy."
Li Yu felt a sudden pain in his heart, he was filled with regret and discomfort: "Even though I don't regard Sister Yue'er as a burden, I still feel that she is a burden that I can't get rid of.
I call her Sister Yue'er, but in fact I only have the intention of repaying my gratitude to her, and I don't have any sibling feelings towards her! In fact... I have been ignoring her, but she used her own life to protect me. "
