In the thick fog of Cang Mountain, maple leaves reflected the late autumn.
The sun shines in the sky, the clear spring stone flows upstream.
The young man was handsome and vigorous, indulging in the scenery and debauchery of his youth.
The black-clothed girl played the flute while the white-clothed youth played the accompaniment. Beautiful music flowed out from the corners of their mouths, winding around the mountains and fields, lightly hitting the small streams, adding a wisp of liveliness and vitality to this beautiful fairyland-like Cang Mountain ancient forest.
The flute's range was broad and clear, and Ye's pronunciation was fresh and pleasant.
The poem that expressed the infinite yearning for love was vividly and vividly expressed, and it was thought-provoking.
At this moment. This scene
Qiandu played the flute in front to lead the way, the girl's footsteps were light and powerful, crossing the rocks and the stream. From time to time, it would soar into the sky like a beautiful and playful black butterfly.
Li Muyang held the leaf in his hands. The leaf was soft, and his eyes were even softer. He stared at the girl in black in front of him. That was the woman he had been pursuing, the love he had yearned for.
Lin Canghai was completely immersed in the music. When others walked, he followed. If the others stopped, he would stop as well. He was like a man who had fallen into the miasma of love, but his expression was so delicate and adorable, like an immortal child who had led people astray.
Behind Lin Canghai were deer, rabbits, wolves, colourful birds and pheasants — —
They were actually safe and sound, coexisting peacefully.
Li Muyang and Qiandu's eyes occasionally met, and they both had a joyful feeling of being able to see through each other from the inside out.
He liked her!
She liked him too!
Such a gaze was hard to deceive, and such emotions could not be concealed.
When the music played the part of "Rising from the Ashes", Qiandu's face became sorrowful, and the smile on Li Muyang's face completely disappeared.
That kind of sorrow, that kind of despair, that kind of unattainable pain filled their entire bodies, tightly wrapping around their bodies, tightly squeezing their hearts, making them feel as if there was a huge rock weighing down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.
Li Muyang was heartbroken.
He felt endless sorrow, and the white figure appeared in his mind again.
The white figure was bidding farewell to him, saying 'I'll wait for you' — —
I'll wait for you!
I'll wait for you!
I will wait for you — -
"Who is it? Who is she? "Li Muyang's mood became violent.
He tried his best, but he couldn't see the woman's face clearly.
Who was she? Why did she say I was waiting for you? Why did she wait for him?
Even though he didn't know who he was, Li Muyang was hurt by her words and was filled with grief and indignation.
His eyes turned red, and he seemed to be possessed again by some unknown fiend.
He increased his strength and changed the technique of his playing.
The music became more sorrowful, and the voice grew louder.
Moreover, in the ears of an expert like Lin Canghai, he found that the tone of Li Muyang's blowing was different from before.
Now, the sound was even louder, more solemn, and more majestic.
The phoenix's determination to plunge into the sea of fire and the blazing of the boundless Heavenly Flames were all clearly displayed.
Lin Canghai felt a burning pain on his face, and waves of boiling hot air rushed towards him.
He raised his head in surprise, only to find purple clouds floating in the sky.
"Purple sparks?"
"How could there be sparks?"
It was Li Muyang's music.
Li Muyang's body was wrapped in a huge ball of purple sparks. Every time a musical note jumped out, it would turn into a purple spark. The musical notes connected together, and the sparks also connected into a line.
It spread endlessly into the distance.
The sky had almost turned into a purple sea of fire.
Butterflies desperately flapped their wings, throwing themselves into the sea of fire one by one, like a phoenix throwing itself into the Heavenly Flames.
The pack of wolves threw their heads back and howled, their voices filled with grief.
Big drops of tears streamed down the deer's face, as if they were about to say goodbye to their loved ones and children forever.
Rabbits crashed into trees, pheasants danced wildly.
Everything in front of him became crazy and barbaric.
The quiet and peaceful atmosphere was gone, and a suicidal mood enveloped all the people and animals in this area.
The music became the master of all things, it dominates your joy, your sorrow. Your everything.
Lin Canghai had long awakened from his trance-like state, staring in horror at Li Muyang who had fallen into a state of madness.
At this time, Li Muyang was enveloped in a strange flame, hovering high in the sky, like a demon that crawled out from hell.
"Li Muyang — —" He shouted aloud. "Li Muyang, what's wrong?"
Today, Li Muyang was too strange.
Not only could he play the song 'A Phoenix looking for a Phoenix' that had been lost for hundreds of years, but he could also soar into the sky, and his body was enveloped in a strange flame, it was extremely strange.
Qiandu also stopped playing.
She was Li Muyang's soulmate, no one could feel Li Muyang's emotions better than her.
When Li Muyang was happy, she could feel his joy.
At that time, she was also happy.
When Li Muyang desperately struggled in pain and despair, she also desperately struggled in pain and despair — —
Li Muyang's music deviated from her music, and Li Muyang's mood also drove her mood.
When she noticed that Li Muyang's voice was not right, she had already put down the magic flute in her hand and stopped playing, staring at Li Muyang with a puzzled expression.
The difference between Li Muyang's music and before was too great, the mood was also as different as heaven and earth, making her unable to react at all.
"Li Muyang, stop. Stop. "Qiandu yelled aloud. She knew that Li Muyang could not continue playing. Now Li Muyang's mind has been controlled and disturbed by the tune, perhaps he has already lost his self-awareness. If he continued to play, he most likely would not be able to extricate himself from the song 'A Phoenix looking for a Phoenix'.
He continued to play until he died of exhaustion.
Li Muyang did not respond.
His face became more ferocious, his expression more pained. He did not even know that Qiandu had stopped playing, he was only focused on playing.
He felt a splitting headache, and he felt that his eyeballs were about to explode from the boiling blood vessels.
He felt endless grievances, endless hatred, and the oppression of fate that he could not break free from — —
He thought and thought with all his might, ran with all his might, and chased after it with all his might.
He wanted to chase after the figure of the woman in white, he wanted to see the woman's face clearly.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the figure was just a vague figure, he could only see her slim figure, but it was difficult to see her facial features.
The autumn wind suddenly blew, the giant trees swayed.
The mountain spring splashed, the waterfall flowed backwards.
Dark clouds covered the sky, the sky rumbled.
Crash — —
Dense and rapid raindrops fell from the sky, patting and watering everything in this world.
The dragon king's pain, heaven and earth grieved.
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