Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 532 The Poignant Flower Rain Pavilion
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A flash of sword light flew by, more shocking than the moonlight. Under this sword, the flower boat was stained with blood, and the nobleman who threw the jug had a bloodstain on his neck, and the expression in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"No!"

"Forgive me, don't kill me!"

The few remaining noblemen begged for mercy, knelt on the deck of the flower boat, and kept kowtowing towards the boat. They knew that they had kicked the iron plate. The people on this boat were definitely not simple.

With a single sword, one of them was directly beheaded, not caring what kind of identity they had.

There was no response, a group of people knelt on the deck, trembling, not daring to raise their heads, fearing that what they saw was the sword light, after a long time, they slowly stood up and looked into the distance.

On Qianshui Lake, the moonlight is like water, covering the earth, a small boat is still moving slowly, as if nothing happened, one old, one young, one boatman, constitute a strange picture.

"Brother Shi, Wang Cheng is dead, what should we do?" A nobleman asked, looking at the other person.

"What else can I do? That young man is a strong swordsman, and he must not be provoked. It is Wang Cheng who wanted to die on his own. No one else can be blamed. Just tell the Wang family the truth."

Another nobleman looked at Xiao Zhou in the distance, his eyes filled with horror. One of his elder brothers was from Baishan College and was a senior student, but in his eyes, his elder brother was too far away from this person.

"My lord, there is a special waterway on Qianshui Lake in front of it. There are strange phenomena and famous tunes. If you want to pass through there, you need a piece of music. I don't know if you are proficient in music or music?"

The boatman’s voice came, and the speed of the boat slowed down. Lin Xuan looked ahead, and there was indeed a special waterway. This is a waterway that can only be used by one boat. spectacular.

Lin Xuan glanced at Fan Lin in front of him, sat cross-legged in the middle of the boat, took out the Fengqiqin, and smiled.

"Since it is the way of music and music, do as the Romans do when you go to the country, I will also play a song, boatman, go ahead."

Lin Xuan said, his fingers hooked the strings of the qin, and played a qin sound, which flowed into the night accompanied by the moonlight.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

The sound of the piano is like running water, touching people's heartstrings one second, and then sinking in the next second, making people feel sad, sometimes cheerful, sometimes low, and sometimes hurried.

The sound of a zither seems to reflect the various aspects of life, as if it is telling a story of a person who fought his whole life, achieved great feats, was made a king and worshiped a prince, but was willing to give up his fame and fame all his life for a woman. year.

This song covered all the strange sounds on the waterway. Apart from this song, there was no other sound in the waterway. All the ships stopped along the way, and countless people looked at the source of the sound.

In a small boat, one old, one young, and one boatman, the late old man stands on the bow, and the young man sits cross-legged in the center of the boat, playing a song of floating songs in the world.

"This song plays all kinds of things in the world, as if it is not a piano sound, but a story, a shocking and sad story. This song, in the past hundred years, has not been surpassed by any song in the waterway."

On a boat, a refined middle-aged man said, a group of people around him were shocked, and all looked at the person on the boat.

"In the middle of the capital, in the center of the power vortex, I can still have such a feeling, Qianshui Lake, I am happy that Qianqiu did not come in vain."

Le Qianqiu, the Qin Emperor of the Great Yuan Dynasty, claims that the sound of a qin can save the world, referring to him, the peak emperor, the representative of Yin Shayi.

His words are the authority of Qu Le, and no one can surpass it in 100 years, including him. In this way, everyone was shocked. They looked at the young man on the boat with horror on their faces.

He is a person who even the emperor of Qin admits to be amazed at. Judging from his age, he is no more than 50 years old. He is a genius of music and music.

"After three months, by the Qianshui Lake, in the Misty Tower, I invite my little friend to have a talk. I wonder if you can come?"

Le Qianqiu's voice spread out, and countless people on the lake were shocked. Of course they knew who the speaker was, and they also knew who this little friend was referring to.

The Misty Building, the Tianxia Music Festival, is held every 100 years. This is a grand event in Dadu, and it is also a grand event in Dayuan. They naturally know that at that time, people of music and music from all over the world will come.

Fighting music, seeking music, qin, xiao, zither... This is a grand gathering of music and music!

Lin Xuan frowned, looking into the distance, there was a elegant middle-aged man on the prow of a boat, dressed in white, floating up. He was the Great Yuan Qin Emperor, and there were countless people who admired him behind him.

a long time!

With the sound of the piano, the boat rowed out of the waterway, and a voice came out, and everyone was shocked.

"After three months, I will come to Misty Tower by Qianshui Lake."

Afterwards, the sound disappeared, and the boat slowly disappeared from sight, and the waterway was silent for a long time.

After passing the Qule Road, the boat continued to move forward, without purpose, just walking, and the voice of the boatman came.

"My lord, I didn't expect you to be a music connoisseur. Although you don't understand, you can still hear it. There is a hint of twilight in your zither's music. My lord, but the family has undergone major changes?"

Lin Xuan smiled faintly and looked at the boatman, but he didn't notice that the boatman still had some eyesight to hear these hidden voices.

"Boater, how long have you been boating on Qianshui Lake?" Lin Xuan asked.

"I don't remember clearly. It's been about a hundred years. People come and go on Qianshui Lake, tourists and entertainers are changing all the time. The only thing that remains the same is my boat and this Qianshui Lake."

"Does the boatman know a person named Hua Yu?" Lin Xuan asked again.

"I haven't heard of a person called Huayu, but I know there is a place called Huayu Pavilion."

"Hua Yuting?" Lin Xuan's expression was fixed, and he looked at Fan Lin, and it was obvious that Fan Lin's figure shook.

"Boater, go to Huayu Pavilion."

Hearing Lin Xuan's words, the boatman shook his head, Lin Xuan was startled, looked at the boatman, and the boatman began to explain.

"The Huayu Pavilion, this is just a legend. In the legend, there is a Huayu Pavilion on Qianshui Lake, and there is a woman in the pavilion. Whenever the Huayu Pavilion appears, it will rain flowers from the sky."

"Many people have searched for it according to the rumors, but no one has ever found it. Over time, Huayu Pavilion has become a vague legend, and people even made up a story for it."

"What story?" Lin Xuan asked.

"Hundred years ago, there was a woman who came to Qianshui Lake to wait for someone, but in the end she didn't wait for that person. Her tears fell in the lake and turned into bloody flowers. This is the origin of Huayu. , the pavilion where the woman is standing is also called Huayu Pavilion."

The boatman said slowly, at the bow of the boat, Fan Lin's body trembled, and his body became more deadly.

　This chapter is a bit late, because I was delayed by something, sorry, and there are three updates every day, but the update time is a bit unstable, please confirm the update time, under normal circumstances, one chapter at noon, one chapter at around seven in the evening, and ten in the evening A chapter around one o'clock.

　　
　
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