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Chapter 335

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Fu Tian Jun addressed himself as' Emperor 'in front of Xu Lianghu, North Gate Chuixue, and other peerless experts. But, he addressed himself as' I 'in front of Ye Zhi, a weak little girl. It was enough to show how much he valued and appreciated Ye Zhi.

Fu Tian Jun's infatuation with music was just like Zhao Yun's obsession with swords. It made Zhao Yun have a good impression of Fu Tian Jun. But, she couldn't help but feel unhappy, "Fu Tian Jun's gaze towards Ye Zhi is too hot. I know that he doesn't involve himself in love affairs. But, I can't stand him looking at Ye Zhi like that. I wish I could punch him in the eye. "

Xu Lianghu suddenly coughed and said, "Ghost Emperor's zither skills are wonderful. But, I don't know how it compares to the Wonderful Sound Sect's zither skills." Just now, Fu Tianjun had mocked him indifferently. But in the end, he couldn't let it go like a gentle breeze. Therefore, he had deliberately mentioned the Wonderful Sound Sect in order to suppress Fu Tian Jun. He thought, "Little Girl Ye praised Fu Tian Jun's zither skills to the heavens. But, I'm afraid that she didn't do it out of her heart. She just wanted to win his favor. The Wonderful Sound Sect has stood tall in the Immortal Woods for hundreds of years. Humph! It's far better than Fu Tian Jun, the leader of the evil sects. "

Fu Tian Jun snorted disdainfully and said, "The Wonderful Sound Sect uses music as a tool to kill people. It's an insult to music. It's inferior. It's close to the devil's way. How can it be mentioned in the same breath as Emperor?"

Liu Xiao Fang's primordial spirit was still in severe pain. But, she still found it funny in her heart, "You're obviously a man of the evil sects. But, you're saying that the Wonderful Sound Sect is of the devil's way. This is the biggest joke in the world." But, she didn't dare to show it on her face. The Immortal Woods had passed down the Ghost Emperor Fu Tian Jun's cultivation. He could be regarded as the leader of the five great evil sects. She wouldn't dare to court death even if she had more courage.

Xu Lianghu didn't refute her directly. He only said, "I'll pass on the Ghost Emperor's words to the Wonderful Sound Sect's leader. As for her comments, I'll send someone to deliver them to the Quicksand Adversity. "

"Vulgar words are uninteresting to listen to, and they give birth to dust. I'm not stupid enough to listen to Chu Bi Rou's ridiculous theory. "

Fu Tianjun didn't even look at Xu Lianghu. He only looked at Ye Zhi and said with a smile, "Little Sister Ye, I just found a bosom friend and forgot myself. I was eager to show off my poor skills. Please don't laugh at me."

Ye Zhi said, "The only way to make friends is to understand one's heart. The voice has already been spoken, how can you say that Sire is forgetful?"

Heavenly Lord Fu laughed and said, "I didn't expect that the so-called talents from all over the world are not as knowledgeable as a lady like you! What I meant by getting carried away is that I only know how to cherish what I have learned. I have forgotten the old adage that 'those who understand the music, their skill with the string is above their control'. I wonder if I can have the honor of listening to this little sister's celestial voice? "

Ye Zhi said, "Ye Zhi's technique is rusty, naturally it is not as exquisite as Dage's. But since Dage has ordered, I will reluctantly play a song. Please give me some pointers. "

The two of them suddenly addressed each other as brother and sister. Everyone was shocked. Even the 3,000 Ghost Riders under Fu Tianjun were stunned. They thought, "The Ghost Emperor is at least 50 to 60 years older than Ye Zhi. He is also the leader of the evil path, but he actually called her 'little sister' without any warning. And Ye Zhi has no cultivation, so he accepted it naturally. It's as if he doesn't care about the Ghost Emperor's reputation. It's really strange. "

Heavenly Lord Fu clapped his hands and said, "Great, great! Little Sister, please come over. "

Ye Zhi was about to walk over, but Northgate Chuixue stopped him. He said with a worried expression, "Little Miss, your body is not suitable for playing the zither."

The girl's pale face silently confirmed his words. She looked even thinner than the flowers.

"Little Sister, it's my fault. I'll stop for today. It won't be too late to play the zither after you've recovered. "Heavenly Lord Fu was unexpectedly so considerate. It was the first time this had happened.

Ye Zhi shook his head firmly. "It's fine. There's no one to play the zither, and I've also given up on playing the zither. Since there's a chance today, how can I just miss it? Grandpa Northgate, please step aside. "

Northgate Chuixue was helpless, but he knew Ye Zhi's heart could not be twisted. He obediently stepped aside.

Ye Zhi slowly walked to the side of the Jade Sky Zither and sat down. He gently stroked the surface of the zither and sighed. "Jiao Tong Seven Strings, clear and ancient. It's Big Brother's fortune to have this zither; it's Big Brother's fortune to have this zither. It's also Ye Zhi's fortune to have this zither's strings before the famous masters. "

His fingers fiddled with the strings, softly chopping, and faintly, two or three notes floated into the wind. Then, the melodious notes flew out from the zither's surface continuously. It was like a mournful voice, like a song, like a sobbing voice, like a mournful voice.

Heavenly Lord Fu closed his eyes and listened attentively. He could not help but shake his head. He was completely immersed in the music.

Xu Lianghu did not know music. Seeing that Heavenly Lord Fu only cared about playing the zither after his appearance, he became impatient and asked loudly, "What's the Ghost Emperor's plan for coming here? Is it just to play the zither and enjoy the music? "

Heavenly Lord Fu frowned slightly. His palm instantly emitted a stream of black gas, which suddenly appeared in front of Xu Lianghu.

Xu Lianghu did not expect Heavenly Lord Fu to suddenly turn hostile. He hurriedly circulated his energy and used the Pangu Hammer to protect himself. A stream of dazzling black light danced out, but it was still unable to resist the vast power. The Pangu Hammer, which weighed ten thousand pounds, was actually intimidated by the small stream of black gas and flew out of his hand. Xu Lianghu spat out a mouthful of blood. His heart and veins were trembling.

Seeing that the Pangu Hammer was about to hit the ground, Fu Tianjun frowned again. He flicked out a wisp of "Ghost Nether Divine Art" Zhenqi and gently placed the Pangu Hammer on the ground, stopping the earth-shaking roar that was about to occur.

Xu Lianghu's face was ashen. The shock and fear in his heart were even more painful than his injuries. "Heavenly Lord Fu's cultivation is actually so terrifying! Although the fight with North Gate Chuixue consumed more than half of my energy, even so, I shouldn't have been defeated so badly in one move! Could it be that Heavenly Lord Fu has reached the peak of the Tribulation Stage? Sigh, I've suffered a double loss. With such a serious injury, I can't plot against Zhao Yun anymore. Forget it, I should get away as soon as possible and report Zhao Yun's whereabouts to the Ziwei. Maybe I can still get some benefits. However, Heavenly Lord Fu seems to have a good impression of Ye Zhi. With him involved, how can I escape? "

His face was gloomy. He stole a glance at Heavenly Lord Fu. Seeing that he was completely immersed in the music, he suddenly realized, "Heavenly Lord Fu suddenly attacked me because I disturbed his music. This madman! I'll remember this! "

Although he was angry, he was still afraid of Heavenly Lord Fu's power. Xu Lianghu didn't even dare to use the Secret Sound Transmission. He just signaled to his subordinates and instantly flew away. The three Hall Masters and the eighteen Heaven's Will Guardians saw Juzi running away, and were unwilling to fall behind. They panicked like stray dogs, and hurriedly left like hungry ghosts reincarnated.

North Gate Chuixue had never let down his guard against Xu Lianghu. Seeing that he left first, he was relieved. "The Ye Family and the Mohist Sect have a grudge. Protect Miss and let Xu Lianghu go first. On the other hand, Heavenly Lord Fu's cultivation is unfathomable. It's hard to tell whether he is a friend or a foe. Xu Lianghu's question was correct. Heavenly Lord Fu came here strangely. How could it be as simple as playing the zither? "

He didn't understand the music either. The series of mournful notes were dull and boring. He tilted his head and looked at Zhao Yun. He saw that Zhao Yun was staring blankly at Ye Zhi.

Zhao Yun seemed to be possessed. A few drops of tears hung from the corner of her eyes. She was clearly affected by the music.

North Gate Chuixue was surprised. "Why does the son-in-law seem to know the zither? So he is not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also in music. He is a good match for Miss Yu. Is it just Miss Yu's illness???? " Thinking of this, the mournful music opened his heart like a fairy and stirred up the past buried deep in his heart. He had lived an unruly life. He didn't stay true to his love. The joys and sorrows of partings and reunions came one after another. Suddenly, he was incomparably sad. He couldn't help but cry and regret.

Although Ye Zhi was playing the zither, his eyes never left Zhao Yun. He only followed his heart to play the zither. Seeing Zhao Yun like this, clear tears flowed from the corner of her eyes. There was an explosive joy that shook her heart. "Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun, you really understand me. You really love me! But can my illness really be cured? "

Foreseeing the tragic ending, doubting that it was destined to be regretful. How could the joy in her heart be compared to the misery of a lifetime? Her heart trembled in fear. Her ten fingers would know how frightened she was. Her incomparably cold state of mind was frowning in the remaining ray of sunlight. It warmed and comforted her feelings.

The song she was playing was "Xiang Fei's Resentment". It talked about a sad and beautiful love story in ancient times. It was said that Emperor Shun suddenly fell ill and died when he was patrolling the south. His two wives, Ehuang and Nv Ying, heard the news and went there. They cried bitterly along the way. Their tears sprinkled on the bamboo leaves along the way. After crying for a while, they actually jumped into Xiang River and died for love.

Thousands of years had passed. At this moment, my state of mind was sad for the ancients. The ancients pitied me.

"The most painful thing in the world is not to love but not to say it. It is to be teased by fate even though two hearts are clearly connected. From the beginning, we are destined to be separated by death. Zhao Yun, I wanted to pretend to be reserved. I wanted to break off my feelings with you, but in the end, I couldn't resist the desire in my heart. I can play this song for you, and you can understand my heart. To be able to have such a connection in this life, even if I die immediately, God is not unkind to me. "

Her fingertips stroked the surface of the zither as if she was caressing Zhao Yun's handsome face. Those dreams in the Great Wilderness appeared in her mind one by one. "What a beautiful dream. I looked at the same starry sky with you. You didn't hesitate to sacrifice your life for me. The two of us supported each other all the way and engraved this beautiful dream in our minds. However, a beautiful dream is ultimately too short. I will always wake up. Zhao Yun, I can't bear to. I'm afraid, I'm greedy, I'm in love. I pity your sorrow when I die. The sea of human dao is deep, but not half as deep as lovesickness. Playing the song of yearning, the string breaks for a moment. You see, you are already so uncomfortable now. When that time comes, how can I be at ease in the underworld? "

The sound of the string was faint, like the mournful sound of cicadas in winter. The tears of the four converged into a thousand years of sorrow.

The three thousand ghost cavalrymen also fell into silence. They stood there like wood and didn't say a word. Their eyes seemed to see the cold moon on the horizon.

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