Chapter 168: Heaven and earth are sad!

Chapter 168, Heaven and Earth are sad!
In the thick fog of Cangshan, the maple leaves reflect the deep autumn.
Tomorrow, when the sky is empty, the upper reaches of the Qingquan Stone.
Young people are handsome, indulging in mountains and rivers, and letting go to youth.
The girl in black is playing the flute, the young accompaniment in white, the beautiful music flowing out from the corners of their lips, winding the mountains and slamming the creek, adding a touch of agility and vitality to this beautiful and fairyland Cangshan Gulin.
The sound of the flute is wide and bright, and the pronunciation of the leaves is fresh and gratifying.
The beautiful heart that expresses the infinite yearning for love is fully expressed and thought-provoking.
at this time. This scene
Thousands of whistle flute in front, the girl's footsteps are brisk and powerful, crossing the rock and crossing the creek. From time to time, it is like a beautiful and playful black butterfly.
Li Muyang holds the leaves, the leaves are soft, and his eyes are softer. He stared closely at the black girl in front, that is, the woman he chased, the love he yearned for.
Lin Shuhai has been completely silent in this music. When others leave, he follows. When others stop, he will stop. It seems to be a deep-hearted man who is caught in the affection, but his expression is so delicate and cute, like a mischievous fairy boy.
Behind Lin Biaohai is a deer, a rabbit, a wolf, and a colorful bird pheasant.
They are also safe and peaceful, living together in peace.
When Li Muyang and thousands of eyes look at each other occasionally, they have a feeling of joy that is transparent from the inside out.
He likes her!
She also likes him!
Such a look is difficult to deceive, and such emotions cannot be concealed.
When the music was played to the lyrical part of "Bathing Rebirth", the thousand-degree face became sad, and the smile on Li Muyang's face disappeared completely.
The kind of sadness, the kind of despair, the kind of pain that can't be done, filled the whole body, wrapped their bodies tightly, and tightened their hearts tightly, making people feel like they are smashing stones, hard to breathe, breathless. Come.
Li Muyang is very sad.
He felt that he felt endless sorrow, and the white figure appeared in his mind.
The white figure is saying goodbye to him, saying to him, 'I am waiting for you' -
I wait for you!
I wait for you!
I wait for you--
"Who is it? Who is she?" Li Muyang's mood became violent.
He worked hard, but there was no way to see the face of the white woman.
Who is she? Why did she say that I am waiting for you? Why is she waiting for herself?
Even if he didn't know who he was, Li Muyang was saddened by her words and was deeply saddened.
His eyes turned red, and the body seemed to be encroached by the unknown demon.
He increased his strength and changed the skill of playing.
The music became more mournful and the voice became louder.
Moreover, listening to the ears of such an expert in Lin Biaohai, I found that the tone played by Li Muyang became different from before.
The voice is now more ambitious, more solemn, and more solemn and spectacular.
The phoenix’s demise in the sea of ​​fire, the blazing fire of the endless fire, can be clearly reflected.
Lin Shuhai felt the burning pain in his face, and a hot breath of money rushed toward himself.
He looked up strangely, only to find a piece of purple clouds floating in the sky.
"Purple sparks?"
"How can there be a spark?"
It is the music of Li Muyang.
Li Muyang's body is wrapped in a huge purple spark, and each note jumps out and turns into a purple spark. The notes are connected in one piece, and the sparks are connected in a line.
Endless spread to the distance.
In the sky, it almost became a purple sea of ​​fire.
The butterfly slammed its wings desperately, and one of the only ones rushed to the sea of ​​fire, just like the phoenix's gesture of joining the skyfire.
The wolves are looking up and sorrowful.
The big stream of the deer has tears in his eyes, as if he is about to say goodbye to his lover's children.
The rabbit hit the tree and the pheasant danced.
Everything in front of me becomes mad and barbaric.
The quiet and peaceful atmosphere is gone, and a suicidal mood envelopes all the people and animals in this area.
That music became the master of all things, he dominated your joy, your sorrow. All of you.
Lin Shuhai had long awakened from the state of entering the gods, and looked at the maddening Li Muyang with horror.
At this time, Li Muyang was wearing a fire, floating at high altitude, and it looked like a killing demon from the hell.
"Li Muyang--" he shouted. "Li Muyang, what's wrong with you?"
Today's Li Muyang is too strange.
Not only will it play the "Feng Qiu Huang" music score that has been lost for centuries, but it can still be vacated, and it is strangely different.
Thousands of degrees also stopped playing.
She is the acquaintance of Li Muyang. No one can feel the emotion of Li Muyang at this time.
When Li Muyang is pleased, she can feel her joy.
She was also happy at that time.
When Li Muyang struggled desperately and struggled, she became painful and desperate and struggling.
Li Muyang's music has biased her music, and Li Muyang's emotions have also driven her emotions.
When she noticed that Li Muyang’s voice was wrong, she had already let go of the magic sound whistle in her hand and stopped playing, looking suspiciously toward Li Muyang.
The music before and after Li Muyang is too different, and her mood is also different, so she has no way to react.
"Li Muyang, you stop. Stop." Thousands of voices shouted. She knew that Li Muyang could not play any more. Now Li Muyang’s mind has been disturbed by the tune, and perhaps has lost self-awareness. Continue to play, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape from this "Feng Qiu Huang" in his life.
It’s not until the exhaustion is exhausted.
Li Muyang should not.
His face is more awkward and his expression is more painful. He didn't even know that the thousand degrees had stopped the music, he only focused on his own play.
He felt his headache split and felt his eyeballs are about to explode by the hot blood vessels.
He feels that he has boundless grievances, boundless hatred, and the fate of the fate that is hard to break free of resistance -
He thought, thinking hard, thinking hard, running hard, chasing.
He wanted to catch up with the white woman, he wanted to see the white woman's cheek.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the figure was just a vague figure. He could only see his body, but he could not see his facial features.
The autumn wind is protruding and the giant tree is shaking.
The spring falls and the waterfall falls back.
The dark clouds cover the sky and the sky is booming.
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Intensive and rapid raindrops fell, slap and water all things in this world.
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