Yan Li's hands moved on the surface of the zither, but he didn't make any sound.
A black-armored general beside the old man glared angrily. "Brat, what the hell are you doing? Are you going to play or not? If you can't, get down here and accept your death!"
Although his words were very imposing, and he could kill Yan Li with just a little bit of his aura, Yan Li did not pay any attention to him.
"Cough, cough!" The old man said awkwardly. "General Lu, he's feeling the meaning of the zither. This is a special technique. Other than meaning, he can also adjust the pitch."
"Is, is that so …" The black-armored general blushed. He scratched the back of his head and mumbled to Ji Polu, "I've embarrassed the Tyrant …"
Ji Polu said indifferently, "What's there to be embarrassed about? You're a general on horseback, not a songstress in the Green Tent. What we want is your ability to kill enemies. If you switch to playing the zither, I'll be the first to kick you out of the camp."
"Hehe." The black-armored general instantly became high-spirited. "The Tyrant is right. I was almost tricked by Old Man Yuan."
"Is it my fault!" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
The conversation ended quickly.
In reality, although they didn't say it, they were looking forward to it.
Living in the Hatred Parting Palace and watching the Primordial Voice stand alone every day, few wouldn't feel worried.
Yan Li brewed for about ten minutes.
This time wasn't too long, but it wasn't too short either.
The curse mark on his forehead was gradually losing its concealment.
At this moment, he suddenly grunted. His fingertip flicked and a syllable resounded between heaven and earth.
It was only one syllable, but it was indescribably heavy and sharp, like the hum of a sword.
Only this syllable was indescribably clear and aloof. It was also like a lingering absolute rhythm, lingering for a long time.
Just this syllable immediately raised the quality of Yan Li's soul. During this process, his emotions naturally detached from the external world and then calmed down.
It rang in everyone's ears, and the guards under the high platform only felt a "boom" in their eardrums, as if invisible little swords were stirring up a storm of Sword Qi in their minds. They immediately fainted, and the formation became chaotic.
Following that, a sword qi visible to the naked eye shot out, sweeping past Ji Polu and the others, soundlessly striking a building several li away. That building collapsed into rubble.
Then, Yan Li collapsed.
He didn't faint, he just didn't have the strength.
The people below the stage were stunned for a moment. The old man said resentfully, "What does playing a note count? Can this be counted as a bullet? "
"Why don't we let him go first and catch him again?" The black-armored general proposed this idea with a deadpan expression. He had no intention of hiding his voice at all. It was extremely loud.
Yan Li's face darkened and he said weakly, "Is the Tyrant going to break his promise?"
"Going back on my word? That doesn't exist. "Ji Polu waved his hand indifferently and shot out a gust of Qi.
That gust of Qi hit the Primordial Lost Sound with a "pu", instantly causing the entire lute to tremble non-stop. The lute string produced a musical sound, but the sound was even more unpleasant than a beginner's.
The people below the stage and Yan Li on the stage couldn't help but cover their ears, their faces scrunched up.
Yet, Ji Polu seemed to be intoxicated by it, shaking his head and humming a little tune.
The black-armored general was straightforward and said sorrowfully, "Tyrant, stop playing. We're all on the same side!"
"A boor will always be a boor. He doesn't know how to appreciate music at all." Ji Polu waved his hand again, and the soul-destroying music instantly disappeared. "Brat, if it wasn't for the fact that I don't know music temperament, you wouldn't have the chance to question me!"
"Scram before I change my mind!" he said coldly.
Yan Li felt lucky and hurriedly climbed up.
At this moment, the silver-spear-wielding general suddenly rushed over and said something in Ji Polu's ear.
Ji Bawang's expression instantly darkened. "Stop!"
Yan Li's heart skipped a beat, but he calmly turned around and said, "I'm not hungry. Bawang, you don't have to leave me any food."
"But I still have to eat my last meal." Bawang squinted his eyes and waved his hand. The surrounding troops immediately dispersed in an orderly manner.
The silver-spear-wielding general, black-armored general and the old man rushed up the stage and vaguely surrounded Yan Li. Every one of their faces was filled with ice-cold killing intent, especially the silver-spear-wielding general. He simply wanted to cut Yan Li into a thousand pieces.
It seemed like he really was going to go back on his words.
Yan Li already had an idea in his heart, but he was helpless. Since he was powerless, he might as well sit on the ground and said indifferently, "In Wei's territory, it's natural for Wei Wang to go back on his words."
Ji Polu flashed in front of Yan Li and said with extreme pressure, "You don't have to provoke me. So what if I'm a vile person? You can only blame yourself for knowing something you shouldn't know!"
Just as Yan Li was about to speak, he felt a majestic aura pressing down on him like a tsunami. He couldn't resist at all, and his whole body directly sprawled on the ground.
Just as he suspected that he would die at any moment, a scholar suddenly ran up while panting and said beside Ji Polu, "Bawang, have you forgotten what Master Xuan Kong said?"
"What did he say?" Ji Polu slanted his eyes.
The scholar said beside his ear, "He said that if one day someone can play the Primordial Lost Voice …"
Ji Polu's brows furrowed as he listened. When Yan Li was finished, he had already retracted half of his aura. He thoughtfully scanned Yan Li up and down, then faintly said, "I am always soft-hearted. Kid, I'll give you one more chance. Tell me why I want to kill you. "
Yan Li felt the pressure was relieved, and he immediately panted heavily. "Because, because I know Wei Wang's secret."
"Do you know what will happen if this secret is leaked?" Ji Polu said.
"There will be war!" Yan Li raised his eyes and stared at Ji Polu.
"Will you leak it out?" Ji Polu asked.
"If it gets out, then it'll definitely be my fault." Yan Li said.
"Sure." Ji Polu nodded slightly.
"Can I go now?" Yan Li said coldly.
"You can avoid death, but you can't escape punishment. From now on, before you obtain Xuan Yun's forgiveness, you're not allowed to go anywhere. Do whatever he tells you to do. If you dare to resist, I'll kill you! "
…
Evening.
Mountain River Hall. Ji Polu nodded and bowed, smiling apologetically. He coaxed Ji Hyun-woon who was sitting on the throne, "Xuan Yun, Xuan Yun, hurry up and smile. I know you must be very angry, but there's a reason for this."
"What reason? Is he your illegitimate son? "Ji Hyun-woon said coldly.
"Little sweetheart, listen to me," Ji Polu smiled apologetically, "This person has a use."
"What use?" Ji Hyun-woon didn't let it go. "He's a pervert, a wanted criminal. What use does he have other than stealing chickens and dogs?"
Ji Polu sighed, "He's the person that old baldy Xuan Kong prophesied."
"I don't care, I want him dead!" Ji Hyun-woon said coldly.
Ji Polu couldn't help but shout, "Xuan Yun, let's be reasonable. I'm your old man. You're sitting on my seat now, do you know that you're offending your superior?"
"So what if I'm offending my superior?" Ji Hyun-woon glared at him.
At this moment, the scholar walked in quickly.
Ji Polu looked as if he saw his savior, "How is it, how is it?"
"I've found it," the scholar said.
"Then hurry up and say it."
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