Yinglongtai.

Yu Jing noticed the huge change that happened on the top of Cuiyun, and hurriedly turned around to call Yu Wei to come to the stage together and protect Emperor Jingyang.

But I found that Yuwei disappeared at any time.

"Yu Jing, please stay." Several golden gunmen with guns landed behind him.

Yu Jing turned around and looked at the gunmen's decorations and said in a deep voice: "Lin Guangtang."

"It seems that it is difficult to even be low-key when doing things under the old man. This golden suit reveals our identity." The bearded bandit head in the head smiled heartily.

The other gunmen waved their spears and gusts of gunfire.

But it was a bloody storm.

"Gun bandit." Yu Jing's face suddenly turned pale as he smelled the fishy smell that spread in the air.

The gun bandits were bandits who were rampant in Yezhou many years ago. As the king of soldiers, the gun became a weapon for their pleasure in killing and setting fire. But as the saying goes, the evil people are the ones who will be beaten by evil people. Rumors in the world, they actually had evil thoughts on a demon who killed countless people and died because of this.

However, he unexpectedly was recruited by Lin Guangtang.

"What are you anxious about? If my father-in-law gets seriously ill here, he will not blame me in the end." The bearded bandit head saw the change in Yu Jing's face, turned around and cursed.

Yu Jing resisted the discomfort, "You know me very well."

"How many people are there in the court who don't know you?" The bearded bandit head shot and grabbed Yu Jing's vital points.

"You are doing something very dangerous." Yu Jing threw out a few jade stones, hit the head of the gun, and transformed the gun force away.

"Since brothers entered the world, what time hasn't you licking blood on the tip of a gun?" The bearded bandit leader sneered, his tone was cold, "Stop him! Even if he dies!"

Countless fishy storms and countless gun shadows fell in response to the sound.

far away.

Xie Wensheng had noticed all this and sighed: "I always thought that I would never misjudgment people. But now it seems that I was wrong."

"It's not the fault of sir." An old voice sounded.

Xie Wensheng turned around, "You are here as expected."

I saw Wang Qingfeng sitting on the chariot, with two golden balls rotating in his hand. His son Wang Sufeng stood on the left side of the chariot, holding a bird cage in his left hand, but was covered with red cloth. He couldn't see the true appearance of the bird cage, and there was a snow-white peacock on his right arm.

Wang Qingfeng lowered his head, "Yes, I'm here."

Xie Wensheng shook his head and smiled, "The thief is not dead."

"I came here just to tell the sir that the mistake was in this world." Wang Qingfeng whispered: "The world you entrusted me to protect back then."

Suzakufang.

"This is actually..."

Qi Tianshi finally couldn't help but feel sad, and at this moment it turned into tears on his face. Jiang Qing was also shocked when he saw it, hesitating whether to continue to move forward.

Master Qi Tian has been practicing Taoism for nearly sixty years.

Looking around the world, there are only a handful of people who are more noble than him in the Taoist practice. There are always only those who kneel down to him. But at this time, as the Qingcheng Mountain Heavenly Master, he actually knelt down himself.

Not only him, but all the Taoist practitioners under Yinglong's stage felt a sense of awe in their hearts after hearing this song, and their true energy began to flow involuntarily. Even those Taoist juniors who were not talented felt that their Taoism was rising thousands of miles a day!

On the altar.

Mo Wendong, who had not even opened his eyes when he had just encountered murderous intent, opened it for a moment.

"You are really good at surprises."

Under Yinglong Platform.

"Master, what's going on?" A disciple of Shushan noticed the changes in his body and was shocked. He couldn't help but look at Dao Ren Zhao who was standing next to him, but Dao Ren Zhao was stroking his beard and his face was solemn.

"I didn't expect that this score will be reproduced in the world one day."

“What musical score?”

"The music of the sky is clear." Daoren Zhao frowned.

"The music of the sky is clear! It is the music of the heavenly secret that can point out the path to immortality for me! Didn't it mean that it has been lost to the world since the capital was moved a hundred years ago? How could you hear it, Master?" The disciple exclaimed repeatedly.

"In this world, if there is a song that can make our Taoist practitioners feel naturally friendly and correspond to nature, it will inevitably be the Taoist song written by the four major Taoist sects in person at the ceremony at the beginning of the founding of Liangyang, and the Tianji Qingmu Music." Zhao Daoren said in a deep voice: "But the biggest problem now is why this Tianji Qingmu Music is in the hands of Nephew Xiao."

"What is your purpose in doing this?" Qing Yin could not hide the horror in his eyes when he heard the song.

At this time, Xiao Haochen seemed to be intriguing, and his playing was already in a state of selflessness.

This was exactly that day. After he sent Murong Haoyue to the Muhuai Palace, he used words to lure each other and forced each other with all things, and then from Yan Jingchen's clear music that he heard! Of course, only those who could understand the true meaning of the Taoist practice. However, everyone was extremely moved at this moment!

Under the immortal, thousands of ways come to pay homage.

If Xiao Haochen hadn't intentionally suppressed most of the stroking of the song, they would have almost all knelt down and kowtowed!

"It's so interesting. I've been here for this." Xiao Haochen looked down and smiled.

Before the song was halfway through, he suddenly closed the strings.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

But in a blink of an eye.

Dozens of Taoist scholars gathered in front of Zhuquefang.

"The piano music of Chief Xiao really amazed me." A burly Taoist said quietly.

"Where are you saying, "If it's not amazing, what are you going to do when you all come up to look for me?" Xiao Haochen yawned, "I'm so damn charming."

Daoren Zhao of Shushan is naturally among the crowd, "Nephew Xiao."

"Elder Zhao." Xiao Haochen called back.

"You should understand what this Tianji Qingmu Music means to the Taoist Sect in the World." Taoist Zhao bowed his head slightly.

Xiao Haochen shrugged, "What does it mean?"

"It means that a road that has been blocked for a long time can be opened again." Dao Ren Zhao said in a deep voice.

Xiao Haochen shook the whisk and his eyes were frivolous.

The other famous Taoist scholars were shocked.

"The road to ascending immortality." Daoren Zhao continued.

"I just want me to hand over this musical score? It's all the way around the bush." ​​Xiao Haochen sighed lightly, suddenly raised his fingers for no reason and looked towards the sky.

Everyone was shocked, "What do you want to do?"

"It's raining for so long, it's time for thunder to fall." Xiao Haochen said lightly.

"It's the Nine Yin True Thunder Technique! Be careful!" Daoren Zhao shouted violently and raised a huge gossip on his head.

Xiao Haochen smiled slightly.

But there was no trace of true energy flowing out of his fingertips.

But the thunder fell.

"Can you actually fall into lightning invisible? Could it be that you have become an immortal?"

"No, no! There is someone in the thunder!" Someone saw the figure hidden in the lightning and said in surprise.

"Who?"

"It's finally here." Xiao Haochen put away his smile and looked at the sky.
Chapter completed!