Zhang Yifeng kept him in suspense and smiled mysteriously, "You can say yes, but you can't say no."
"What do you mean?" Yan Li asked.
"Brother Yan, did you really play the Primordial Lost Sound?" Zhang Yifeng suddenly asked seriously.
"What's there to lie about? There's no benefit to it," Yan Li said, "And it's just a note. It's not a big deal."
"Lihen Heaven has reappeared and you're here. Seems like it's fate," Zhang Yifeng murmured.
"What?" Yan Li did not hear it clearly.
"Nothing, just going to take a look," Zhang Yifeng said and led the way.
Yan Li followed him to the waterside pavilion and found that there was a downhill slope in front of him. He could clearly see the scenery of Lihen Heaven. In his sight, there were small black dots flashing. It seemed that they were the treasure hunters in the inn.
He did not expect that the whirlpool was a passage to Lihen Heaven.
But after coming in, there was no trace of Ji Zhiyuan. It seemed that the landing point was not certain.
There was no doubt that it was the Primordial Lost Sound in front of him, but the guqin platform was different. Different from the one in Lihen Palace, the guqin platform here was made of wood and was smaller. It was not as majestic as the one in Lihen Palace.
But the size of the guqin platform was the same, and it could only be played while standing.
But when Yan Li reached out his hand, he was stunned.
Because his hand passed through without any hindrance, as if he was only touching a shadow.
"Is it an illusory projection?" Yan Li could not help but ask, "But there must be an original for it to be projected. Could it be that the one in Lihen Palace could project an image here?"
He waited for a long time, but there was no answer. He thought for a while and said, "It seems that I am making things difficult for you. This kind of secret can't be known by everyone."
Still no movement.
He turned his head and could not help but be shocked.
The pool on the top of the mountain, and the waterside pavilion in the pool, there was no one else but him. The whole place was empty, rustling, and cold.
Zhang Yifeng seemed to have disappeared from the world. If it was not for the memory of the Formation of Lihen in his mind, he would probably think that he was dreaming.
How could a living person disappear into thin air?
Could it be a ghost?
Just as he was bewildered, something happened that made his hair stand on end.
His hand, his hand that was touching the Archaic Lost Sound illusion couldn't be pulled back. It was as if some kind of terrifying whirlpool was sucking him in, wanting to suck him in.
He was shocked and angry at the same time. The genuine Qi in his body surged, and endless Sword Qi shot out from his hands.
However, the Sword Qi was like a stone sinking into the sea.
Following that, a curse came from the depths of his soul. It was as if something was invading his soul.
Yan Li suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his head. With a muffled groan, his vision turned dark, and he almost fainted.
At the critical moment, he suddenly bit his tongue and let out a fierce shout. He used all the strength in his body to suddenly pull his hand out.
Because he used too much strength, he involuntarily fell out of the pavilion.
He sat on the ground, gasping for breath and staring at the illusion in shock. He didn't expect Gu Se's illusion to be a ghost that could devour people.
However, after pulling his hand out, Gu Se's illusion didn't make any other movements.
Suddenly, he felt a numbness and itch on his right arm. He hurriedly tore his sleeve and saw that there was a mark on his arm. Looking at its shape and appearance, it was actually like the Archaic Lost Sound that had shrunk countless times.
He didn't even have time to digest all these changes when his leg was suddenly grabbed by a wet hand. Without thinking, he was pulled out of the cliff.
"Brother Yan, have mercy!"
Following that, he heard Zhang Yifeng's scream.
The cliff stopped three inches away from a wet head.
Yan Li stared at him and said angrily, "Why don't you be a human and become a water ghost? Don't you know that people can scare people to death? "
"Brother Yan, quickly help me!"
With Yan Li's help, Zhang Yifeng climbed up and said while gasping for breath, "I didn't want to either. My leg slipped and I fell into the water. I don't know how to swim. Luckily the water isn't deep, otherwise I would have lost my life long ago."
"You don't know how to call for help?" Yan Li said coldly.
Zhang Yifeng said with grievance, "I was about to shout until my throat broke, but Brother Yan only knew how to stare at the Archaic Lost Sound and ignored me!"
"You called for me?" Yan Li said.
"Of course I did!" Zhang Yifeng said confidently, "Brother Yan must have been scared by the realism of the model, so you didn't even hear my call for help."
"Model?" Yan Li said.
"This is the model of the Archaic Lost Sound," Zhang Yifeng said.
"Impossible!" Yan Li said with lingering fear, "This is not a real thing. I'm afraid it was transformed by some demon."
"That's impossible!" Zhang Yifeng said in shock, "I read the records that the Archaic Lost Sound of Lihen Heaven was personally carved by the Supreme Headmaster of Lihen Heaven."
As he said that, he walked over and reached out to touch the guqin.
Yan Li looked on coldly. What he couldn't believe was that Zhang Yifeng's hand actually touched the guqin.
"Damn it!" He always felt that after entering Lihen Heaven, everything was indescribably strange.
He suddenly stared at Zhang Yifeng, "From now on, don't follow me!"
"What's wrong, Brother Yan?" Zhang Yifeng said in confusion, "We haven't finished touring Lihen Heaven."
"We'll go our own way. Just don't follow me!" Yan Li stared at him and said, "I'll go down from that side, you go down from this side. Remember, don't follow me, or I'll kill you!"
After saying that, he went down the mountain from the other side of the waterside pavilion.
Zhang Yifeng looked at his back and the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up. His body that was wet just a moment ago, became clean in the blink of an eye.
There was no wind on the mountain peak, but he didn't know where the wind came from, but it made his robes flutter.
His figure and the Archaic Lost Sound were like phantoms that flickered.
…
On the other side, Lu Yunyin brought Fu Shi and Ma Guanshan. Because the three of them entered at the same time, they landed at the same place.
Fu Shi suddenly said, "If brother didn't die, who did Ku Daoshi kill?"
Lu Yunyin shook her head and said, "We can't say for sure yet."
"Brother Lu, can you find brother's location?" Fu Shi asked.
"Yes," Lu Yunyin said.
Fu Shi smiled happily, "Fortunately, Brother Lu is here."
"I've been here all along." Lu Yunyin also smiled.
Ma Guanshan carefully followed a little further away, afraid that he would disturb the two's love and be hated.
However, there was a question that was like a cat, continuously scratching at his heart. After enduring for a long time, he really couldn't take it anymore. He asked, "Teacher, Teacher's wife, just what kind of divine person is this Ascetic Daoist, actually able to escape from the two of you's pursuit?"
This question stunned both of them, and then they were a little confused. "I don't really know him."
"Don't really know him?" Ma Guanshan couldn't help but roll his eyes, "The two of you have been chasing him for so long, but you don't really know him?"
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