"The Phantom Demon's Heart" is another unfamiliar name, and as the song with the same name as Han Feichi's title, it should naturally be Han Feichi's most proud stunt.
It's a pity that Yue Izumo still wanted to hear what was different about this Phantom Demon's Heart-Questing Song.
Unexpectedly, there was a stabbing pain in his head, as if he had been hit hard.
The next moment, consciousness returned to itself, and there seemed to be a slightly dazzling feeling in front of his eyes.
Only then did Yue Izumo realize that one night had passed.
Turning around and looking around, Xing'er had already prepared breakfast and face wash.
Seeing Yue Izuyun waking up, she said happily: "Sir, you're awake."
"The time last night seemed to pass much faster than usual."
Yue Izuyun couldn't help but sigh, but in his heart, he suddenly recalled the last scene he saw before waking up, and then sniffed the fragrance in the air and said with a smile: " Myolie, today’s breakfast is the work of that beautiful chef.”
"Sir, you are so awesome, you can guess all this" "What's so great about this?
No matter how great it is, it's just a foodie.
Besides, this unique flavor cannot be made by anyone else.
After eating it once, you will never forget it."
Yue Izumo shook his head with a smile, then stood up and sat up.
Seeing this, Xing'er immediately helped Yue Izumo change his clothes and get into the wheelchair, and then pushed him over to wash up.
"Myolie, help me find a bamboo flute later."
Yue Izuyun said suddenly after wiping his face.
Xing'er was curious after hearing this and asked: "Sir, why are you suddenly looking for Zhuxiao?"
Yue Izuyun said half truthfully: "I dreamed of a piece of music last night, but I still vaguely remembered it when I woke up, so I wanted to find a bamboo flute and maybe I could write down the piece of music."
Xing'er froze on the spot.
After a long while, she finally showed a look of shock, and then lost her mind and said: "It turns out that the stories in the legend are true.
Wenquxing really does exist in this world."
"What?"
Yue Izuyun finally couldn't help laughing, and said a little speechlessly: "Wake up, fairy tales are all lies, there is no Wenquxing."
"Isn't that right sir?
He can compose music in his dreams.
Is there anyone in this world who is more powerful than sir?"
Myolie asked seriously.
"Articles are made by nature, and skillful hands accidentally acquire them.
No matter whether you compose poetry or music, inspiration is the word.
There is no such thing as a literary star.
Go quickly, find the bamboo flute, and I will play this piece to you after breakfast."
Xing'er turned around and left without saying anything, as if she was afraid that the person in front of her would regret it if she stayed for one more second.
Yue Izuyun shook his head and chuckled.
He was eating, but ignored her.
Within a moment, Xing'er came back, but this time she was followed by a large group of people.
Not only Zheng Sanniang and Di Tai were following behind, but Cai Xiaowu also followed Zheng Sanniang with an obscene look on his face.
There are also three brothers and sisters, Qin Langge.
Mo Ya has been at Magistrate Yin's house these days, but the court obviously has no intention of pursuing Magistrate Yin, so Mo Ya just came back.
Yue Izuyun put down the chopsticks in his hand leisurely, looked up at the group of people in front of him, and asked doubtfully: "Could something happen today, some kind of wind has brought everyone here?"
"It's not like Mr.
Yue's wind."
Zheng Sanniang said with a smile, "Just now I saw Xing'er hurriedly looking for something, so I asked her what she was looking for.
Unexpectedly, I heard Xing'er say that Mr.
Yue was composing music in her dream and wanted to I wanted to find a bamboo flute and write down the music, so I hurried over here.
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Wouldn’t it be a pity if I couldn’t hear the music composed by Mr.
Yue?”
Yue Izuyun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Wrong decision, I should have told Xing'er in advance to keep quiet."
After saying that, he turned to look at Qin Langge and the others, and asked: "Little Qinzi, Sanniang, come and listen.
Qu'er, what about you?"
"The same goes for me.
Although the music that Brother Yue made when he was not serious does make people want to draw their swords, if it is a serious piece of music, naturally it cannot be missed."
Qin Langge said with a smile on his lips, obviously thinking of it.
The fear of being controlled by Tsuki Izumo's inexplicable divine songs.
"I'm afraid you need a shot of majesty to calm the panic, brother Xing'er, bring me my erhu."
The smile at the corner of Qin Langge's mouth suddenly froze.
He stretched out his right hand and already had the ink-colored sword behind him.
The sword pointed at Yue Chuyun with a smirk on his face.
"The monster looks at the sword" Yue Izuyun's whole body felt bad, and he thought to himself: "One day you will forget these four words, and then kneel at my feet and pray for a song of pure bliss."
Then he felt better, and he raised the sword with his index finger with his right hand.
Feng pushed it away, not feeling angry at all because of Qin Langge's action of drawing the sword.
He just asked: "Why did you change your sword to such a sword?
This is the Yelang you call"
Qin Langge nodded, and Yue Chuyun immediately turned his attention to the green sword in Chen Siyu's hand.
After a moment, Zi Gu nodded and said: "Ye Lang Tingyu, it seems that Siyu Gu Nian won't be long before Du Yun calls her Qin's sister-in-law."
Although I am familiar with the people in the world The matter is not clear, but the disciples also heard that Yelang Tingyu is a pair of magic weapons in the Jianghu, and they also have a matching sword called Yelang Tingyu Sword.
It looks like it.
From now on, you don’t have to fight Jian Twelve to know that you have won.”
"How do you say this?"
The people in the room were suddenly surprised, but they didn't know why Yue Izuyun said that.
Now everyone knows that Qin Langge's twelve martial arts skills are equally matched, but Yue Izuyun now made a conclusion, which aroused everyone's curiosity.
"The reason is very simple.
You see, Xiao Qinzi already has Miss Siyu, and Jian Twelve is still a single dog.
When the time comes, you two don't have to fight.
You only need Miss Siyu to stand beside Xiao Qinzi and exude The sour smell of love can make Jian Twelve defeated and return home."
Qin Lang took action with his sword again.
Although his expression was still stiff, he still said clearly: "I'm afraid you need to be hung up and beaten."
"Ahem."
Yue Izuyun smiled awkwardly, turned to look at Xing'er, not caring about the sword in front of him, and asked: "Xing'er, where's the bamboo flute?"
Xing'er hesitated, but Zheng Sanniang on the side gently placed the delicate box in her hand in front of Yue Chuyun.
The box was made of unknown wood, but it actually had a faint and refreshing fragrance.
"How can an ordinary bamboo flute be worthy of Mr.
Yue?
This flute was acquired by Sanniang by chance, but she didn't understand the music, so it has been kept in dust.
Since Mr.
Yue mentioned it today, I will give it to Mr.
Yue."
Zheng Sanniang opened the box as she spoke, and immediately saw a long sapphire flute lying quietly inside.
There is not a trace of dust on the jade flute, which shows that the owner must have taken it out and wiped it.
Yue Izuyun didn't refuse, and gently took out the jade flute with his right hand.
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He felt that it was cold in his hand, a bit more chilly than ordinary sapphire.
In a daze, Yue Izuyun suddenly remembered another person, also a piece of jade flute, and also a famous song that moved the world.
"The fallen peach blossoms write the divine sword, and the blue sea tide plays the jade flute.
But compared with the blue sea tide, who is stronger and who is weaker?"
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and a confident smile appeared on Yue Izuyun's lips.
The phantom sound wave produced by the bamboo music in the memory, the overwhelming momentum that destroys everything, is naturally far beyond the so-called blue sea tide: