Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 110
Without the magnetic shock through the skull, Yun Mengzhou planned to try it with his rhythmic technique. Although the crystal flower may not be useful, but to be on the safe side, he still had to get it.

However, there is still one obstacle in obtaining the Crystal Flower, and that is Naluozhiyexiao who has been staying by its side all along.

Naraku Night Xiao, has no knowledge of the world and the world, his mind is as pure as white paper, his temperament is taciturn, and he has a strong desire for knowledge. His true identity is the leader of blood-septic evils. Before the power of the night, he used his own "half body" to create the most perfect killing weapon.

The perfect appearance, the perfect power, like the incarnation of the night, everything makes the rebirth of the night extremely satisfied. He has high hopes for this creation, and named it Naraku Night, which means the night of Senluo Hell, terrifying and ruthless The meaning of killing the world.

It's just that when Xiao Chu woke up, he was blind in both eyes, and was considered by Ye Zhongsheng to be the closest to perfect failure.

Frustrated expectations will only lead to greater anger.

However, in the heart of the head of the strange evil, he still held a bit of reluctance and expectation for this most perfect creation, so he did not choose to destroy Xiao, but abandoned him in the snowstorm of Ningjing Xuefeng, letting others Fend for itself.

However, the fate is so wonderful, the inhuman thing that should have been frozen forever by the wind and snow and turned into one of the countless icy tombs on the Crystal Snow Peak has developed self-awareness.

The moment he opened his eyes, Xiao saw the first blooming crystal flower in Xuefeng, which was a kind of sympathy for each other. In this endless Xuefeng, there is only one flower, one evil, and two lives.

For Xiao, crystal flowers are special, they are friends, family members, and the only thing that Bixi has in his life.Although Xiao actually doesn't understand what kind of emotions are contained in the words "friends, family, and the only one", his soul is still closely related to Ningjinghua.

After such a long, long time, Xiao has been sitting in the same place, watching the two twin pedicles, Lingshuang Aoxue's pure white flowers, what is going on in his empty heart, no one knows.

With such a guardian, it is not easy to get the crystal flower.

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It was night now, and a round of ice moon hung high in the sky, but it was covered by the thick wind and snow and melted into a blur of light.

Yun Mengzhou set foot on the ice and snow peak with Lonely Que, but stopped when he was about to reach the peak, waved away the surrounding ice and snow, spread the prepared bearskin mat on the ground, and then sat down cross-legged, Take out the Qing Shangqin and place it horizontally on your lap.

"No way, little Taoist priest, you have to play the piano wherever you go? Just play it, and you still have to take me as an audience? This ice and snow place is not good for the old man's health. If you stay for a long time, you will get arthritis!"

Lonely Que complained bitterly, Yun Mengzhou just glanced at him lightly.

"You forgot again, what should I call me now?"

The little old man's face froze, and he muttered for a while before whispering: "Immortal Venerable..."

"Ah."

Yun Mengzhou made a nasal sound, finally letting go of Lonely Que.

He lightly plucked the strings to test the sound, and then began to fly his fingers and play.

On this cold and empty snow peak, only the cold wind whizzed past the snowflakes. There was no inner force attached to his piano sound, but it still floated into the ears of that ignorant creature very clearly.

"Ok?"

The rhythm that has never been heard has attracted the heart of a child who knows nothing about this world.

The mountains are covered with snow, and the clouds dance in the evening to return to the wind.

The sound of the piano was deep and continuous, as if it was integrated with the wind and snow in the sky, Lone Que frowned slightly, and twisted his body in discomfort.

The person at the top of the peak looked curiously at the direction of the sound of the piano, but did not get up.

He can't quite understand the emotions contained in the sound of the piano, but it feels very similar to the sound of wind and snow blowing on the snow peak all day long, which he is used to.

The white snow owl spread its wings high in the wind, and the man raised his head and asked, "Do you think this voice sounds comfortable too?"

The only response to him was the chirping of "Googoo", and he turned his gaze back and continued to look into the distance.

I don't know if he understands or not, or doesn't care.

Yun Mengzhou's piano sound became more and more slow and stagnant, as if his fingers were frostbitten by the extremely low temperature.

Li Wenghan · Bingquan is cold and astringent, and birds are absolutely flying.

The wind and snow gradually subsided, but the temperature seemed to be even lower, almost freezing people into ice sculptures.

Lonely Que's body trembled slightly, he really felt that as he got older, he couldn't stand the chill that soaked into his bones, as if he wanted to take away his fading vitality.

On the summit, Xue Xiao gave another "cuckoo" and swooped down into the man's arms.

The man stretched out his hand and rubbed the round, fleshy snow-white ball that was trying to get into his cloak, and put his hands on it, covering it tightly, only one head was exposed.

The sound of the piano became deeper and deeper, as if she was sobbing, like complaining and admiring, like weeping and complaining.

Mooring a solitary boat, looking at the end of the world, no one asks.

The cold wind is really about to stop, and the snowflakes can no longer fly, only wisps of air flow occasionally pass by.However, the dark clouds in the sky still haven't dissipated, and there is only a little light in one place in the west.

It's getting colder all around.

Lonely Que tightened the clothes on his body, and made more efforts to dispel the numbness that spread from his limbs to his heart.

He is too familiar with the emotion in the sound of the piano. Over the years, every time he kills, every time he drinks, every night when he looks at the empty house and falls asleep, that feeling will creep into his heart.

Only when he lived with Yuren Feixie, that little brat for ten years, did the accompanying emotion fade a little bit, and with Yuren's departure, the flood that had been suppressed could no longer be suppressed, breaking through in an instant. It broke the dam and flooded through his body.

The name for that feeling was his last name, loneliness.

On the top of the snow peak, as pale as a corpse, the expressionless handsome face frowned for the first time.

He obviously doesn't understand the piano, but he subconsciously doesn't like the sound of it now.

The man looked blankly at the pure white flower carved from ice and snow in front of him, and then hugged the snow dumpling in his arms tightly, feeling some warmth spread through the skin to the heart, and only then slightly calmed down the hard-to-dispel depression in his chest .

The sound of the piano was intermittent, and finally stopped. At the same time, the cold wind and the snow also stopped. Between the sky and the earth, everything was silent.

Is it gone?
He was ignorant at the beginning and bewildered at the end. The man didn't know whether to be sad that the sound he heard for the first time in a long time disappeared, or happy that he no longer had to hear the depressing sound of the piano.

It's just that the inexplicable feeling in the chest did not disappear with the sound of the piano, but brewed, fermented, and became more and more intense in the airtight environment.

　Yun Mengzhou: Don't get me wrong, I asked Lonely Que to call me Immortal Venerable just to grind his temper, it's definitely not what I like to hear!

　　Penglai: Can you cover up the smile on your face before you say this, the corners of your mouth almost reach your ears...

　　PS: Penglai is in Yangyang, and now I have a fever of 38.7°C. . .The symptoms were not severe on the first day, I don’t know what’s going to happen later OTZ
　　
　
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