Thunderbolt of the End of the World

Tim... a word of judgment, a thousand dollars will not be exchanged...

Why do you sigh with voice in this life, the way is endless;

Watch the quicksand gather and disperse, look back at the end of the world and the road is far;

How can the hero sigh, the broken monument falls into ruins;

You can't see the green hills, the hero's grave turns into dust..."

Nongyu's voice is very soft, and she is very talented in music. The slow and distant melody, although there is no ups and downs, nor does it seek to be vigorous, but endows the whole song with a deeper connotation and deeper feelings.

After singing the song, Nongyu's eyes unconsciously shed two tears.

This "Nine Songs of the Sky" narrates the contention of the troubled times in a low-pitched rhythm, sings the passion and feelings of Mr. Han Fei, and sings the turbulent and the rising of heroes in the last years of the Warring States Period. , A hundred schools of thought contend for all living beings in the great era!

For those who live in troubled times, there is no doubt that they have a great feeling. Without being there, you can't understand the kind of fighting in troubled times. Without personal experience, you won't understand the involuntary helplessness!

After all, the purple girl is sophisticated, not as sentimental as Nongyu, she looked tired and looked at the sky, got up and walked in front of Nongyu, comforting her carefully.

Zhang Liang, Han Fei, Wei Zhuang, and Li Kai were also quite touched after listening to Nongyu singing "Nine Songs of the Sky".

"Crack...crack...crack..."

Han Fei clapped his hands in applause, looked at Tien Shoutian and said with a smile: "The Taoist master is really good at singing and dancing, although this song is plain, the words are very rhyming, soothing and pleasant, refreshing, but just a little sad! "

　"Looking at the quicksand gathering and dispersing, looking back at the end of the world and the long road; why the hero sighs, the broken monument falls into ruins; you don't see the green hills, the hero's grave turns into dust!" Zhang Liangyan said: "Daoist, this song "Nine Songs of the Sky" is a Written by quicksand?"

Tired Shoutian smiled and said, "Little Liangzi, he is smart, and his words are on point."

Zhang Liang lowered his head, rubbed his hair, and sneered: "This... Daoist priest, can you not call me Xiaoliangzi!"

"Haha...Xiao Liangzi, your blushing looks like a little daughter-in-law, it's really interesting!"

Kuan Shoutian smiled a little unscrupulously, looking at Zhang Liang's face was a little red, Kuan Shoutian thought it was very interesting, the third master who will not be humiliated in the future, and now his face is so thin, Kuan Shoutian has the urge to take pictures , maybe more than ten years later, it can still be used as a "handle"!

"Haha!" Han Fei also smiled and said, "It sounds a bit like what the Taoist priest said. If the ovary was a woman, I would definitely marry you home."

Zhang Liang snorted: "Fortunately, I am a man."

"Ha ha……"

After a while of joking, the atmosphere became much better. Wei Zhuang looked at Tien Shoutian and said, "I heard Han Fei say that you once said in the palace that you are a long-suffering person, is this true or false?"

Tien Shoutian asked back, "Xiao Zhuang, what do you think?"

Small village?

The purple girl chuckled, and Han Fei wanted to laugh a little when he heard the words, but he endured it. Wei Zhuang and Zhang Liang are not the same personality. It's okay to joke with Zhang Liang, but if you joke with Wei Zhuang, the risk is too high.

"Shh!"

Wei Zhuang's face turned cold, and without saying a word, he picked up the "Shark Teeth" and slashed towards Wanshoutian, a powerful sword that could split even a huge boulder.

"Clang!"

Tien Shoutian stretched out his hand, and the middle finger and index finger were instantly caught by the swords that were cut. For such a thing, everyone has come to see it!

Wei Zhuang did not draw his sword, and said coldly: "The way of longevity! If it is someone else, I must think it is nonsense, but if it is you, it may not be impossible!"

With a flick of his finger, Tien Shoutian flicked the "shark tooth" away, and said casually, "Do you want to live forever?"

For immortality, it is impossible to say that you are not interested, but Wei Zhuang said calmly: "Everything has a price. Immortality is so attractive, and the price is no small matter!"

It's one thing to see through life and death, but it's another thing to want to die. Although Wei Zhuang often hovers on the edge of life and death, he doesn't dislike his own longevity.

Han Fei, Zi Nu and others are also very interested in immortality.

Tired Shoutian waved his hand and transformed into several lifelike images, pointing to the image of a cultivator ascending in the image and said: "There are many kinds of immortality, some rely on cultivation to break through the limits of the human body, survive the thunder tribulation, and achieve the immortal body, Enjoy a thousand years of life."

Then he pointed to the image of the second alchemist: "Some rely on heaven and earth treasures to refine medicine pills and improve their physique."

Then he pointed to the third image of the gods, demons, dragons and phoenixes: "Some also rely on innate blood, such as ancient demons, divine beasts, etc. They are born with powerful strength and long life."

"Besides, there are some innate spiritual roots such as peaches and ginseng fruits, and even some curses and magic spells can also achieve the purpose of immortality." A cloud of transparent liquid suddenly floated out of 700 in the hands of Kuan Shoutian. , the majestic vitality of life originates from it, making everyone's spirits shocked.

"What is this, it looks like a mass of water with life!" Zhang Liang said as he looked at the transparent liquid floating in Yan Shoutian's hands.

Tired Shoutian nodded and said, "This is the spring water from the "Fountain of Life" that I got in Shangri-La more than a hundred years ago. It can improve my physique and keep my youth forever..."

"and many more!"

Han Fei looked at Wan Shoutian and exclaimed: "More than a hundred years ago? How old is that Taoist priest now?"

"Cough cough!"

Wan Shoutian looked at him with strange eyes, especially Nong Yu and Zi Nu, who covered their mouths, and coughed dryly: "What a fuss, count the time, I'm only about two hundred years old, very young!"

Two hundred years old! Still very young?

Zhang Liang thought about his grandfather's gray-haired appearance when he was just over sixty years old, and looking at Fengshen's handsome and tired days, the difference must be too great!

Seeing that everyone was still stunned, Kuan Shoutian waved his hand and said, "For people like us, age has no meaning, there are no years in the mountains, and a dream is vicissitudes!"

When tired of talking, Han Fei had already raised his head, and said a little shamelessly: "Is there a lot of this fountain of life? You see that we have such a good relationship, how about sending me a little, I don't want too much, just come here. Ten pounds is enough!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a large wooden barrel, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the tiredness with a cute face. In the end, it was the leader of Quicksand. His face was different. Both Wei Zhuang and Zhang Liang turned their heads to the side. I don't know what Han Fei looks like.

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