Chapter 93: The five kills of Taoguo music, the murderous aura of the evil monk filled the lake

The smoke spreads with elegant golden light.

The ripples that arise like stones thrown into the lake, sticking to the water flow and shaking up and down.

I haven't absorbed the golden energy for a long time, but I never thought that today I could get a wisp of it when I fought with Ximen Qiuhua.

Anle was quite happy and felt that this battle was really rewarding.

The more you absorb the energy of the years, you will find that the appearance of the golden years is irregular. Therefore, cherish every appearance of the golden years.

A wisp of golden years can transform the fruit of the years.

The Taoist fruit of time can bring great help to Anle. This time, the Taoist fruit of self-feeding and improving cultivation is [Fearless Heart], which means that Anle dares to accumulate invincible momentum and take the legendary path in such a tight time.

One of the confidences.

Because, fearlessness is there, fearlessness is the boy, and he has the courage to overcome all obstacles along the way. He also has the feedback on his cultivation. As long as he defeats strong enemies along the way, he will continue to become stronger and eventually stand at the top and overlook all the mountains!

Suppressed the excitement in my heart.

My mind was calm and I began to observe the scenes of the years that were gradually rising in front of me.

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The rain kept falling, and the water droplets fell into the world, like sharp arrows, and they were all blowing down.

It hit the ground and burst open, showing the beauty and clarity of the moment when the celestial cereus bloomed.

The boy stood quietly in front of the window, facing the hazy summer rainstorm in the world. In front of him was a pair of burnt yellow pear-wood guqin, and the silk threads on the guqin emitted silver light.

He didn't know what he was talking about and slowly played the strings, making a buzzing sound.

In front of him, there was a piano score, which was written on it, "Eighteen Beats of Hu Zi", which was the noble man behind him who collected it and presented it to him.

The young man was very grateful to the noble man behind him. Because of the other party's appreciation, he had the opportunity to practice steadily and gradually become stronger, so that his mother and he could live a good life in Linhua Pavilion.

There is no need to worry about making a living, so that he can study and practice well.

However, the boy had no idea about "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Zi" because he had never been to the battlefield. He had been in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child.

The sky he saw was the sky that he could see outside the window of Linhua Pavilion.

The farthest place he has been to is the Wenyuan. He only knows something. He has never seen the iron-blooded soldiers in the frontier, nor has he seen Hu Man's cruelty and cruelty.

Therefore, he could not play the emotions in the Hu Ba, and his mental state was also stuck and could not make a breakthrough.

He was helpless. Although the existence behind Linhua Pavilion said that he was talented, he still felt that he had too many shortcomings.

The door was pushed open, and a woman who was dressed in a simple manner and felt a little pity between her eyebrows slowly entered the house. She was Ximen Qiuhua's mother.

Put down a plate of freshly cut fruit, a soft smile hangs on the corner of Ximen Qiuhua's lips, and her mother sits next to him and looks at the heavy rain outside the window with him.

"You have been sitting in front of the window for a long time. On weekdays, you should be practicing the piano at this time. Have you encountered any doubts?"

The woman said softly.

Ximen Qiuhua didn't want to talk about things related to her mother because her mother was not a practitioner. But after thinking about it, Ximen Qiuhua still spoke and told her about the difficulties she encountered.

My mother listened quietly, and for a long time, patted Ximen Qiuhua on the shoulder: "Did you see the heavy rain outside the window? You regard every rain falling as if it was shot by Hu Man, mixed with invasion of his heart.

Arrow."

"Do you still remember the suffering you encountered when you were a child? And north of Canglang River, our former hometown, now on the land trampled by Hu Man, there are too many people who are suffering than you suffered when you were a child.

The hardship of a hundred times hardships... you may have some insights."

"These are in imagination. After you wait, you will truly feel the barbaric and terrifying Hu Man after you step onto the border and the bank of Canglang River."

The mother said softly.

"The grand events and prosperity in Lin'an are all blooming in the tragic tragedy of the soldiers on the Canglang River using their flesh and blood to block the Human iron cavalry."

Ximen Qiuhua looked at her mother. His mother had studied and was once a lady from a wealthy family, but she had to go to Linhua Pavilion to be a dancer.

My mother’s teaching since childhood was to teach him how to be a human being. Even if he lives in an environment like Linhua Pavilion, he still has to maintain the character of this scholar, not to follow the trend, so that he can almost change his destiny.

My mother left, leaving behind Ximen Qiuhua, who seemed to have some enlightenment.

Ximen Qiuhua looked at the heavy rain in the summer. The raindrops that could not see the trace seemed to turn into arrows in his pupils. They were arrows shot from Hu Man's attack on the city with a bent bow.

A wave of depression came to my heart, and the sound of golden swords and iron horses seemed to sound in my ears. The bow was astonished as thunder and strings. He heard the roar of the soldiers, colliding with the sound of the falling arrows.

In the house, the sound of the piano sounded at some point. The palms were stroking the guqin, and the strings were plucked one by one. The sudden sound overwhelmed the sound of the heavy rain falling.

He followed his mother's method to recall his hard childhood, and empathized with the lives of those people under Hu Man's iron cavalry, a hundred times more miserable than his childhood.

There seemed to be a burst of anger, slowly rising. His misery was caused by his origin, while those people's misery was because of Hu Man's iron cavalry.

The sound of the piano became more and more rapid, as if it had merged with his anger. It could no longer be called playing the piano. The slap of his palms, the sound of the piano was like a horse's hooves, like a golden sword, or like a broken string.

The ancient garrison was covered with cold beacons, and the great wilderness was heavy and white.

First brush the Shang string and then the feathers, the autumn leaves in the suburbs are shocked.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Ximen Qiuhua's mind was boiling. He closed his eyes and was immersed in the sound of the piano. His face was full of solemnity and the room was constantly resonant.

In the middle of Ximen Qiuhua's eyebrows, there was also a soul condensed, and the moment the soul was completely formed.

The heavy rain exploded.

Eighteen consecutive sounds, and eighteen rain curtains exploded.

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At this point, the picture slowly dissipated.

Anle's mind withdrew, and there was still the noisy and mixed sound of the piano in his ears, just like the sound of the Human Iron Cavalry trampling on him.

Sometimes, the rhythm is quite touching and can inspire special emotions, which is the place where emotions are vented and spread.

Ximen Qiuhua's mental method is related to music. Only through the insights in music can his soul become stronger and stronger.

Perhaps, Ximen Qiuhua wanted to go to the frontier, and also planned to see the real Human Iron Cavalry and experience the real scenery outside the frontier.

In addition to chasing his father's footsteps, it is also to improve the Huqin music, to make the mind stronger and stronger, and to explore the way of music.

The night gradually turned white, and the stars in the sky began to gradually hide their light.

The night is about to go, and the dawn of mist is coming.

The cool morning breeze blows, stirring up the raindrops hanging on the leaves of the old locust tree.

Anle opened her eyes and ended her observation of the golden years.

In front of you, the light curtain floats.

[Get the Taoist fruit of the years: the musical five kills]

【Note: Music Five Kills (Daoguo): Gong Shang Jiao Huiyu, the sound of Five Kills, with the unique means of the mind and soul fusion, the power of sound waves can be used to carry out killing (can be blessed to any obvious carrier that emits sound waves during the battle

Above)]

A wisp of golden years condenses a fruit of the Tao of the years!

Finally, a new Taoist fruit of the years was born again, and the musical five kills!

A killing method that combines the mind and the rhythm can attract people's hearts and be used in battle and will definitely have unexpected effects!

However, what really makes Anle care is that this musical five kill can be blessed on any sound wave carrier emitted in the battle.

In other words, if the sword sounds occur during the battle and the sound of breaking through the air with fists and feet, they may all become the carriers of the musical five kills, blending skills into them, and bursting out unexpected killing!

Anle's eyes were bright and she felt a little happy.

He is not very familiar with the rhythm. Although he was an art student in his previous life, he had touched the guitar because he pursued a girl. He could play two small songs and understand some string sounds. Although he was not as good as the guqin master, he was still quite a bit more wise.

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Now that I have obtained the Tao fruit of [Music Five Kills], it seems that Anle’s memory of music has rekindled.

Anle's eyes were bright, and her mind moved. The ink pond inserted on the old locust tree behind her suddenly shook slightly, and then it rushed out and slept in front of Anle.

Anle gently stroked the sword body of Mochi with his palm and then knocked his fingers.

"Du——"

A clear sword roar suddenly burst out from the ink pond.

Anle turned his head slightly, his mind surged, and felt that all the movements and stillness of Mochi's sword body slowed down. He could feel the sword body trembling slightly when he was knocked by him, and the sword body trembled, striking the sound of the striking air bursting out.

"palace!"

In Anle's eyebrows, the soul sitting upright on the sword furnace heart and sword embryo seemed to open her mouth and spit out a note.

In an instant, the vibrating sound waves on the ink pond suddenly changed and expanded, like a giant dragon emerging from the abyss, roaring!

The sword roar exploded, turning into a shock wave, hitting the old locust tree hard.

The trunk of the old locust tree suddenly shook, the bark exploded a little, and the locust leaves shook off.
To be continued...