Chapter 249

Chen Xiao does not know that a disaster is brewing against him.

"Ye Hanyu, today's treatment is over. The cold in your body has been almost resolved. If you have the last treatment tomorrow, our transaction will be cleared."

Ye Hanyu stupidly way: "we, just trade?"

Chen Xiao was about to go out.

Suddenly, in the whirring night wind, a faint sound of flute came to Chen Xiao's ears.

"Who is playing the flute so late?"

Tian Tian also heard the sound of the flute and said with a smile.

Just listen to the sound of the flute getting louder and louder, inlaid in the night wind, it is not against the law at all, but adds a touch of desolation here.

"The sound of the flute is really nice. It seems that your crew is really hiding, sister Ye."

Tian Tian listens attentively and admires.

After listening for a moment, Chen Xiao nodded and said, "well, it's really good. This person should have been immersed in this way for decades. If the breath is more stable and the transition between the long tone and the tuqu is more mellow, we will become a great master in the world. "

If Chen Xiaorong and Chen Xiaorong had any comments, they would know his identity.

However, Tian Tian is a layman, so he has to watch the fun. Thinking that Chen Xiao was demeaning others, he said angrily, "well, do you know music? If you don't brag, you'll die. Like a teacher, you'll judge others. "

This is, the leaf cold rain frowns a way: "I how listen to, feel in the heart stuffy flustered?"

Chen Xiao explained: "that's because the sound of the flute is loud and clear. This person intentionally lowered the tone for some reason, so he felt this way."

"Ha ha ha Chen Xiao, your serious nonsense looks like a storyteller under the overpass. "

Tian Tian burst out laughing.

"Don't believe it."

Chen Xiao is too lazy to entangle with this little fart girl.

But he does not entangle, Tian Tian will not give up.

"Don't you? Here, sister ye also has one in her room. If you can play seven notes, I will lose. "

Tian Tian then went to fetch Ye Hanyu's flute.

"This is not Tian Zi. This is Xiao. It's much more difficult. " Ye Hanyu explained.

Tian Tian didn't know this. She handed the flute to Chen Xiao and said, "come on. Anyway, they all look similar. Blow it. Come on, blow one. Can't you blow it? "

She was a pun and a banter.

Chen Xiaoshi is there. She can't help it. She takes the flute and puts it on her lips.

In the body, the vitality of Shenxiao is infused, and a deep and pleasant Xiao sound spreads out in a flash.

Only when Chen Xiao starts to play the first syllable, Tian Tian's face suddenly changes, and his eyes gradually widen. He looks at Chen Xiao in an incredible way.

Ye Hanyu's Apricot eyes also shine, surprised.

The sound of Xiao is different from that of flute, which is deeper and more difficult.

Just listen to Chen Xiao play, instantly will ye Hanyu into a. The spring rain is continuous and everything is revived.

Outside the tent, the west wind and the sound of flute disappeared.

Spring wind and rain, peach blossom and willow green, flowers fall, people don't know.

At the moment when Chen Xiao played the flute, many poisons of different sizes appeared outside Ye Hanyu's tent.

Desert viper, scorpion, spider, numerous, teach people scalp numbness.

But these poisonous insects seem to be affected by the sound of Xiao in the tent, and some of them are restless.

At this time, three miles away from ye Hanyu's tent, a mysterious man stood.

I saw that his face was filled with horror. What kind of voice was that! Why can you compete with your own flute?

As soon as the breath is mentioned, the playing is intensified.

But if we say that the sound of his flute is like a trickle. The Xiao sound coming from the opposite side was like a river dragon, which broke his rhythm.

The sound of Xiao continues, completely suppressing the wind.

In a twinkling, the mood changes again, the trees are full of shade, then the lotus leaves, this is summer!

The cold desert night, which used to be as cool as water, is like a flash into summer. The sun is shining high and the heat wave is rolling.

Nawa was swallowed by the artistic conception, and the sweat was continuously oozing from his forehead and back.

The poisonous insects outside the tent were even more frantically struggling. In the tent in front of them, it seemed that a scorching sun was rising.

Nava knew that he had met a master. Today, he might be planted here.

However, the pride he had developed for a long time did not allow him to shrink back.

Breath again, high concentration, full play.

Flute, sing again.

However, without waiting for Nava to adapt, the sound of Xiao changed again.

High in August and autumn, the wind howls.

Mixed with the hunting west wind, the unspeakable sadness is bleak and inexplicable.

Nawa's heart sank, thinking of the solitary grave far away in the south.incorrect! He can't bring it in!

Nawa was terrified. He could hold his mind, but it was hard to control his breath.

The two vipers in his chest seemed to feel the sadness and hiss restlessly.

The poisons outside the tent retreated in unison until they were ten meters away.

Who is this man in the end? What a profound musical attainments, what a terrible spiritual mood!

If he knew that he was faced with an old monster who had lived for hundreds of millions of years, and a great power who had a perfect mind and became a saint, he would not know what his reaction would be.

If they fight with real weapons, they may be able to resist with earthly instruments.

He doesn't even deserve to be known as "beating a stone with an egg".

That is, Chen Xiao didn't notice the existence of Nawa at all. Otherwise, how could Nawa stand at the moment?

By this time, Nava was afraid and wanted to retreat.

However, it was not so easy for him to withdraw.

The deep and graceful Dongxiao brings a colder air stream than the desert cold night.

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, the dark yellow desert mountains, as if in the blink of an eye plated with white silver.

Those snakes and scorpions, finally unable to bear the cold, madly retreated, but half way back, but gradually stiff, straight to the ground.

They all froze to death.

Nava's face changed dramatically. How could it be!

This man can influence foreign things with his spirit! What is this realm? What a terrible spiritual cultivation!

Is he still human?

Suddenly, in a trance, Nawa saw a shadow of the moon penetrating the ice and shining on him. By his side, the stream breaks the ice and murmurs. The plum blossoms on the side of the stream are blooming with fragrance.

A wisp of shadow, ethereal, slowly emerge.

Nawa didn't see who was in front of him, but he felt a sharp pain in his chest. With a puff, he fell flat on his back, stopped breathing, and his face was like ashes.

And Chen Xiao is blowing to this time, that already mellow and fluent way heart suddenly huge shock.

He wrote "four seasons" into the song, which was supposed to end in winter.

But at the end of his preparation, there was a mysterious change in the heart of Tao.

As he had speculated before, after the heart training in the world of mortals, he might explore the Holy Land and get a better view of the Tao.