C46

46. The Ancient Wooden Zither gathers souls at the bottom of the rift …

Yes, she was already dead, but as for Gu Xueluo, she still had to continue to suffer in this world. Canghai Mingyue had tears, her teeth had fallen, and she swallowed them with blood. The bottom of the Broken Intestine Valley, ten years of clear cultivation, ten years of desolation, ten years of late scenery, will be paid to the bottom of the valley of the bitter loneliness, broken heart. Everyone in this world could last for several decades. Such a beautiful and beautiful youth, yet it was always swept away by the rain and wind.

Broken Bowel Valley was a restricted area in the Spiritual World. In his early years, his location was in the center of the world, his environment was deep and serene, and there were few traces of him. Thus, he became the most rebellious person in the Spirit World. Later on, when the other five realms were punishing their disciples, they all chose the Gut Severing Valley as their secluded place. The leader of the spirit realm also gradually acquiesced to this kind of behavior. Until now, the six realms had already formed a tacit understanding with each other. As long as they were confined for a long period of time, most of them would be sent to this place.

Gu Xueluo, as the exalted Celestial Immortal Carefree in the Immortal World, had wantonly 'provoked' the authority of both the Immortal and Devil Realms because of the self-execution of the fifth hidden spirit. Currently, Gu Xueluo had already passed four months here. Compared to the endless ten years, this period of time was truly short and not worth mentioning, and it was as if she had already adapted to the bitter loneliness of the Intestinal Cutting Valley.

The Broken Intestine Valley was completely silent. It was as if the cicada's chirping, which was usually the most lively in the world, had suddenly disappeared as well. Even the sound of the wind blowing through the valley became softer and gentler, as if it was telling a sad and moving story.

A row of new looking waterhouses came into view, and the tall wooden windmills beside the waterhouses slowly rotated, emitting a low, mottled "jiya jiya" sound. This was where Gu Xueluo lived. She would live in this place for 10 years.

A faint hazy, melodious and melodious zither sound came from afar, as if it was a passing visitor that had stepped into a foreign land. The sound of the zither was clear and melodious, and it was straightforward. The sound of the zither fluctuated between high and low, and the strings were being played even faster.

Who was it that was sighing in despair at the bottom of this ravine?

Who was it, sulking in misery?

Who else could be at the bottom of this uninhabited valley, apart from the flowers, trees, birds, and insects calling out to her?

Gu Xueluo would rather not find out where this zither music came from or what kind of person played it. She just quietly listened, as if she was admiring a beautiful song.

Yes, it was a beautiful song.

The wind blew in from all directions, and the beautiful silhouette of the wind fluttered in the air. The sound of clothes fluttering could be heard. The movement was swift, light, and agile in the wind. Gu Xueluo was slightly startled, but quickly regained her composure.

The beautiful figure landed in the woods not too far away. In an instant, the beautiful figure appeared in front of Gu Xueluo with the zither in her hand.

Gu Xueluo was shocked and didn't dare to believe her eyes. A trace of surprise flitted past her silent and dull expression, and she muttered, "So it's big sister Yanqing. Please forgive me for not welcoming you!"

Mu Lengqing looked at Gu Xueluo's emaciated body and her pale and delicate face. She found it hard to say anything in response. She was afraid that she would break Gu Xueluo's fragile tolerance with a single word, as well as her stifling emotion that was like water that had broken a dike.

Mu Xianqing composed herself and said with a smile, "Broken Bowel Valley is quite close to Lingchuan. Besides, Miss has an esteemed identity of being a carefree Heavenly Immortal, I should have come earlier to visit."

Gu Xueluo smiled wryly and said, "Elder sister is overthinking things. Xueluo is someone who wears sin, how can she be respected?" It's just that we're causing trouble for the Spirit World in this Broken Bowel Valley. "

Mu Lengqing's eyes lit up as she looked at Gu Xueluo. She sighed and said, "Lady, I have a reason for coming here but I don't want to anger you by bringing up the sad past."

The past has already been carved into her heart. "Gu Xueluo had already guessed what Mu Sangqing was going to say, and a trace of grief flashed past her eyes as the corner of her mouth slightly trembled. Her thin white clothes fluttered in the wind, as if she was a lovesick that had no place to hide.

"When you brought the fifth hidden spirit's corpse to the lake, you buried it there." Mu Xianqing placed the guqin onto a rock, "I'm worried that his undead didn't enter the gates of hell, but wandered around the mortal world. After a while, they really became lonely ghosts!"

Gu Xueluo was astonished. She grabbed onto one of Mu Xianqing's sleeves and shook it vigorously as she said anxiously, "Really? Sister Xianqing, I didn't think about this at all. What should I do now?"

After Gu Xueluo brought the body of the fifth hidden spirit to the drool lake, the spirit in his body followed the essence blood into the lake. He should have become one with the lake water, but his essence blood and spirit were not able to merge with the water and gradually sank to the bottom of the lake …

"Lady Xueluo, there is no need to worry. I came here today to help you." Mu Xueqing understood Gu Xueluo's painful feelings and actually felt it as she pointed to the zither on the protruding stone. "This is the Ancient Wooden Zither, the most precious treasure in the Spirit World.

This Ancient Wooden Zither was made from the precious rosewood of Huo Shan. It was originally the zither of the Spirit World's founder. It gathered the world's spirit energy and absorbed the essence of the sun and moon. After the Head Saint lost his beloved one, he used his days of playing the zither to resolve his love. He never thought that after a long time, the zither notes would be able to gather the souls of his loved one and prevent them from dissipating.

Mu Lengqing said, "You only need to play it every day. This Ancient Wooden Zither is very spiritual and connected to the human heart. It will make all of your thoughts slide from your fingertips to the zither notes and use the zither notes to gather the seven souls and six souls."

She could not let the soul of the hidden spirit disappear just like that, otherwise it would really be nothing. She had to protect the soul of the person she loved, the seven souls and six souls, his undead soul, and not allow him to become a wandering ghost that could not be found anywhere.

"Thank you, sister Xianqing. Today, I can't express the deep affection I felt for Xueluo." Gu Xueluo lowered her head and bowed, but was immediately helped up by Mu Sangqing, "When Xueluo comes out of the valley, I will thank you many times more."

Mu Lengqing remained silent. Tears flickered in her eyes as if she felt something. It was as though she was hiding deep remorse and irreparable regret. If he had used this technique back then, he would likely not have stayed behind to grieve …

Although it was already late spring, the primal chaos was a desolate scene. It seemed like the death of the fifth spirit had still deeply affected this place.

Without Daoist Master Su Wu's daily training, weeds began to appear sparsely on the stone slabs of Fang Huiyuan, which had over ten thousand disciples practicing martial arts. The vitality of fragile weeds was so tenacious, while the vitality of strong people was so fragile.

It had been a while since anyone had gathered in the Blue Cloud Palace to discuss such a big matter. The wooden tables and chairs were covered in a thin layer of dust. Back then, when all the disciples were gathered together and conversed freely, the supreme experts of the Six Realms and the twelve ambassadors from the four cities came to discuss the matter.

The Yin Yang treasure scroll seemed to have aged a lot, the hair on its temples had turned white, the purple robes of a dignified elder couldn't conceal its frail body, and its old heart. The death of his beloved disciple, the fifth Hidden Spirit, was like a silent baton, causing Yin Bao to feel dizzy from the blow. It was just that he still had to manage the various matters of the Supreme Mystery. He could not afford to grieve for so long like the others.

Not only was it the primal chaos, Yi An's residence in the depths of the Xuanyuan Cliff was also in a state of unrest. That old man in the gray cloth, whose appearance was rarely seen by anyone, was also here.

Inside a simple living room, Luo Xu Valley's leader stood by the side while Dugu Jiu Yi sat by his side.

"Old Dugu, I truly didn't expect that you would have your own miscalculations. Back then, I believed your prediction of the fate of the hidden spirits, so I didn't ask too much about it. However, the end result was this tragic. This …" Luo Xu Gu spread out his hands, a frown plastered across his face as he pointed to Dugu Jiuyi. "You can still sit here peacefully, don't you feel guilty?"

Dugu Jiuyi was stupefied by Luo Xu's words, and he was clearly rather emotional as well. "I said it like that, but isn't this also his fate? Who would have thought that sword beam, Li Fengmei and the others would be so tightly pressed against each other? If I am not here, what can I do? Can it be that I have to find the sword and scimitar, that devil's theory, and put my life on the line for it? "

"With your little remaining cultivation experience, who else can you compete against?" Luo Xu Gu looked at him with contempt, and slightly relaxed his brows. "Ai, even the Supreme Mystery was severely injured by this, I'm afraid their days aren't going well! I want to see how embarrassed the other few Spiritual Masters will be. I wonder if Yin Bao Scroll will be able to withstand it. "

After a long while, he said in a faint voice: "Elder, to think that you've been in the Supreme Profound for so many years, you're underestimating Yin Bao, he's a rock as hard as a rock with a hard heart, this kind of thing wouldn't be enough to beat him; moreover, those few Spiritual Masters are first-rate talents, their talent is not inferior to the fifth spirit, please don't underestimate them."

Then, Dugu Jiuyi smelled the fragrance of the tea slowly and became even more relaxed. He put down the cup of tea and sighed softly, "Speaking of this fifth hidden spirit's ending, it's rather unexpected. This is also good. Elder, the fifth hidden spirit is the talented youth of White Rainbow Piercing Sun. After going through great tribulations, his fate is extremely hard. "

Luo Xu Gu said with a smile, "What do you mean by tough? He's long gone. It's too late to say anything now."

Dugu Jiu coldly said, "Since you don't believe me, then why are you still here? Are you here specifically to argue with me?"

Luo Xu Valley thought again and looked at Old Dugu's confident and indifferent expression. Could it be that there was another secret to this matter? Now that he was angry, he would argue with him in the future. The phrase "very tough life" lingered in his mind.

If one were to talk about the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, it was likely that many people would not have a very deep impression of it. After all, the tragedy of the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest had already been resolved. Such a matter that did not care about oneself would slowly be forgotten by others.

Within the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, there was still a vague trace of people searching. The tragedy had already passed over four months ago. Could it be that there were still people who were unwilling to give up?

He saw a familiar figure standing in the dense forest with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be waiting for an appointment, but also seemed to be thinking of something. Not long after, there was a crisp rustling sound. The leaves on the trees rustled, and the bamboo branches gently swayed. A black undead flashed past, appearing behind that figure.

"You're finally here. You almost caused a disaster last time, do you know?" As the figure spoke, it slowly turned around. It was the long-lost face — Candle Nine Yin. He looked around vigilantly, looking around as if searching for a suspicious target. Then, his gaze fell on the body of the undead with a dignified expression, "At that time, if I didn't secretly cast the Heart Mantra in time to urge you to leave, would you have continued fighting with the fifth Hidden Spirit?"

The shadow stopped trembling and slowly raised its head. Its face was tightly covered by a black veil, or it could be said that the shadow did not have a face. A pair of eyes deeper than the average person's were looking around in fear. There were no pupils in those eyes. They couldn't focus on anything. They could only look at what was in front of them.

The Undead let out a low "hmph" sound, indicating their tacit agreement.

"In the future, you have to listen to me directly. The Devil Ancestor's side will become fewer and fewer, and I will gradually increase in number. Everything has to be about me, so you have to tell me as soon as possible if you have any problems, do you hear me?"

The Undead stared at Candle Jiu Yin with wide eyes, his nasal voice was low, continuously shaking his head, as if telling him: The Devil Ancestor is the highest master.

Seeing the reaction of the undead, Candle Jiu Yin's face suddenly changed. Clenching his hand into a fan, he said in a stern voice, "Alright, then I'll let you experience the might of the Heart Mantra and see who is your true master!" Finished speaking, he waved his fan and his lips moved slightly as he muttered some words. In a short moment, an indestructible barrier of infernal energy was formed around him.

At first, the eyes of the Undead were filled with terror. They shouted "Moo Moo" as they desperately shook their head. Following which, along with the movements of Candle Jiu Yin's lips, her heart charms started chanting faster and faster, causing the Undead to fall to the ground in pain as their entire body spasmed and spasmed. They rolled about on the muddy ground, as though thousands of poisonous bugs were gnawing on their bone marrow in pain, constantly tearing at their bodies with their hands …

Gradually, the undead calmed down and laid quietly in the soft mud. Mud covered his body, and the rotten branches and leaves were stained with his sleeves. It was as if a pile of rotten meat had been abandoned in the stinky ditch. At this moment, the Undead looked pleadingly at Zhu Jiuyin, who was standing tall and straight, and kept nodding his head like a lowly slave waiting for the mercy and reward of its superior master. They were helpless, unable to resist, and could only allow themselves to be slaughtered.

Zhu Jiuyin laughed arrogantly, just like a high and mighty emperor. He held life and death in his hands, and all the lowly souls could only obey. He gently waved the fan and said, "In the future, you will only have me as your master. You can listen to the words of the devil ancestor, but remember that I am your real master. If not, the next time will not be as easy as just the Heart Mantra, there will be even more painful and corrosive ones waiting for you! "

The Undead's entire body spasmed once again and fear filled his eyes. He could not bear the excruciating pain and could only submit to Zhu Jiuyin in an even more submissive manner.

At the bottom of Broken Bowel Valley, the zither music of the Ancient Wooden Qin rang out. The extremely penetrating zither music penetrated through the valley, and waves after waves of it reached the banks of Zhuo Shui Lake.

The ancient wood zither's spirit energy spiraled above the fifth hidden spirit tablet forest, sinking to the bottom of Zhuo Shui lake, as if searching for his undead.