The heavens begin with Hongquan

Huang Yaoshi's move came suddenly, and Bai Feng and Mo Ya were caught off guard.

Bai Feng couldn't help but think of what Huang Yaoshi said before in the pavilion.

"Qinggong does not mean martial arts."

Just when Mo Ya was about to be attacked, a pair of fleshy palms suddenly appeared.

boom!

The palms of his hands met, making a loud, dull sound.

The surrounding airflow was instantly attracted by the force of the palm, forming a powerful cyclone.

It turned out that Jinlun stopped Huang Yaoshi's surprise attack in time.

When the two were fighting, Mo Ya took the opportunity to grab Huang Rong and quickly retreated. In less than a breath, he opened a distance of fifty feet.

"It's disrespectful to have a dignified Wujue to attack without even saying hello."

The golden wheel stood firm and directed all of Huang Yaoshi's internal energy into the ground.

The body does not hide, the feet do not move, and the behavior is as if nothing happened.

"Hmph, you are a monk with great skills! Are you from the Tantric Cult?"

Huang Yaoshi didn't mind being laughed at and looked down on.

Who is he?

He is "Dongxie".

There are many people who criticize him for being deviant, and this monk is one of the oldest!

"The Lord of Huangdao is Muzan, a member of the Little Monk Vajra Sect, and his dharma name is Jinlun."

Huang Yaoshi's attitude was arrogant and rude, but Jin Lun still spoke in a leisurely and polite manner.

His temperament was not like this before. At that time, he thought that he was a genius of the Vajra Sect and was arrogant. However, after Wanyankang pointed out the true meaning of "Dragon Elephant" and "Prajna", he changed his mind.

Huang Yaoshi looked at the golden wheel, then looked at Mo Ya and Huang Rong who had gone away, and then he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to take action.

"Golden wheel..."

"What kind of martial arts do you practice?"

In the past, Jin Lun would have proudly introduced it as the supreme Dharma-protecting magical power of Tantric Buddhism.

But now, he lowered his eyebrows and whispered.

"It's just a skill to strengthen the body and enlighten wisdom."

Huang Yaoshi did not underestimate the other party.

When he met his palms just now, he noticed that the opponent had a strong horizontal kung fu, and at the same time, his internal strength was both strong and soft, and he was not just a simple outsider.

Especially, the other party is so young.

…………

"Island Master Huang, is there any question for this second competition?"

"Before, it was a martial arts competition. This time let's do something more elegant, let's compete in music."

"The rhythm..."

Wanyankang looked deeply at Huang Yaoshi and knew that the other person had a special musical skill called "Blue Sea Tide Music".

"In this game, let me play with Island Master Huang."

"you……?"

Huang Yaoshi looked Wan Yankang up and down, carefully.

"Prince Jingui, who has no inner strength at all, dares to compete with me in musical temperament?"

He had carefully observed Wan Yankang.

The skin is delicate, the steps are heavy, and there is no martial arts in him.

"What? Does Lord Huang have any concerns?"

"...Since you are asking for trouble, don't blame me."

With that said, he took out his jade flute and was about to play it.

"Wait a minute!"

Wanyankang stopped Huang Yaoshi.

"I know that Island Master Huang's [Blue Sea Tide Song] is extremely powerful. Those with weak internal strength and concentration will inevitably have their hearts shaken when they listen to this song. In the case of minor injuries, they may be killed."

"So, you regret it?" Huang Yaoshi sneered.

"No, what I mean is, to avoid accidental injury, let's change places." Wanyankang turned his head and said, "Hongyu, find me an erhu."

Erhu?

Hongyu nodded gently and left.

Not long after, he returned with a fine erhu in his hand.

Suburbs. Tall trees stand tall in the sky, and the leaves have distinct colors, including dark green, light green, golden, etc. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming a beautiful scene of mottled light and shadow.

"Woo~woo~~"

Huang Yaoshi put the jade flute to his lips and blew a few times.

There was a tenderness in the sound of the flute.

Suddenly, everyone's whole body shook slightly at the same time, and a warmth surged in their hearts, as if they saw a singer dancing to the sound of the flute.

At the same time, everyone also noticed that their heartbeats were gradually intensifying with the sound of the flute. It was pounding and extremely uncomfortable. After listening to it for a while, their hearts seemed to jump out of their chests.

"What an amazing flute sound!"

"Is this Huang Yaoshi's [Blue Sea Tide Song]!"

"It's really extraordinary."

Fortunately, whether it is Bai Feng, Mo Ya, Jin Lun or Hong Yu, they are all people with profound internal strength.

After noticing the abnormality, they immediately calmed down and began to use their internal energy, and their heartbeats immediately slowed down. However, just for a moment, the sound of the flute could no longer move their heartbeats.

"Woo~~"

Wanyankang pulled the bow stick in his hand.

What was played turned out to be an ancient and elegant southern tune.

Like thin summer clouds, one after another, drifting leisurely towards the blue sky at dusk.

"This kid is completely unaffected."

While Huang Yaoshi was playing, he was surprised to see Wan Yankang's relaxed expression.

He was very sure that Wanyankang didn't have any inner strength.

"I can't shake this kid's mind with my gentle music!"

"Then don't blame me for bullying the small."

Huang Yaoshi was refreshed, and the tune suddenly changed, sweeping away the soft and gentle style of music, and suddenly became unrestrained.

Like the vast ocean, there are no waves.

Then, the tide in the distance slowly pushed closer, gradually approaching faster and faster, followed by rough waves and white peaks.

Suddenly a hurricane sweeps across, icebergs float in; suddenly the sea of ​​heat boils, and everything changes...

He wanted to use his strong internal force to drive the flute sound, thereby forcibly interfering with Wanyankang's blood circulation.

however.

Wanyankang just closed his eyes and pulled the bow stick.

It seems that the alluring flute sound is just the breeze in the mountains and the bright moon in the pines.

But as his strings vibrate, the melody flowing from the strings is like a stream of clear springs, moisturizing the hearts of the listeners. Every note is full of deep feelings, making the listener involuntarily fall into deep thought and arouse the emotional resonance deep in the heart...

now.

Being enveloped by Wan Yankang's erhu sound is like entering a world full of affection and sadness.

I don’t know when.

The sound of the flute stopped, and only the sound of the erhu continued.

The sob-like notes aroused Huang Yaoshi's inner sadness.

In a trance,

He seemed to see Feng Heng's figure standing in front of him, still so gentle and firm.

Huang Yaoshi thought of the time he and his wife had spent together. Those beautiful and unforgettable moments, his wife's smile, every detail, every memory, all appeared so clearly in his mind...

Two lines of tears flowed down silently.

After a long time, the sound of the erhu stopped.

There was silence in the field, no one spoke, it seemed that everyone was immersed in their own distant memories.

"Ten years of life and death are blurred. I don't think about it, and I can't forget it... At night, I have a dream and suddenly I return home... It is expected that my heart will be broken every year, and on a bright moonlit night, the pine trees will be short."

An article "Jiangchengzi" spat out from Huang Yaoshi's mouth, like the cry of an ape in Wuxia Gorge, sad and sad.

"What's the name of this piece?" He turned to look at Wan Yankang.

"It was written casually, without a name. If you want, you can call it [Ecstasy]."

"Ecstasy?"

Huang Yaoshi looked up at the moon and let out a long sigh.

"Those who are in ecstasy can only say goodbye!"

"...You win this round." (End of chapter)