Chapter 113

At the top of the mountain, the elders of the six sects were slightly relieved when they saw the calming clouds. Suddenly, an elder shouted, "come and see, it's moving."

The elders gathered together and saw the light spots on the six sided divine consciousness compass. Except for the scattered ones, the others in a pile moved, as if they were all walking in the same direction. The elders looked calmly, but after a period of time, the light spot stopped moving againHow did this happen? Elders feel strange. They are also people who have experienced in the demon and ghost region. I'm afraid those scattered light spots are those experienced people who have lurked down. But what's the matter with so many people gathered together? Never seen it"Was it all caught by the ghost general?" Qiu Wuyuan wondered. Everyone was silent, and their hearts were heavy with this speculation. It is reasonable to say that in such a situation, these elders should help each other. Can you save it from the ghost general? It has the cultivation of the ghost king at the end of the period. I don't know how many of the ghost King level people under it are. I'm afraid they will never return if they run away during the robbery"Eh!" An elder of Fuxian Island pointed to a moving light spot on the divine compass in front of him, and the people came together to watch. The whole length old man and elder sun looked at each other. They were very familiar with this divine light spot. It was Yue Qianchou who didn't move. What did this boy do alone?

Yue Qianchou closed his eyes for a little brewing. After opening his eyes, he smiled at the beauty opposite, and his fingers flew on the strings. A prelude opened like clouds and water, which was a tune that people had never heard of. The maid's eyes lit up and listened attentively. Since the ghost general can make Pipa music, he naturally understands these, and looks at Yue Qianchou's eyes with a trace of surpriseThe three female disciples who knew Yue Qianchou in Wanfen garden never knew that he could play the piano, only that he had a good relationship with the principal elder, and then often went to Wanfen garden to eat and drink. People gradually immersed in the sound of the pianoYue Qianchou suddenly sang. His voice was not perfect, and his singing was slightly hoarse, but his lasting appeal was leisurely: "there is no end to the extravagant love in the world of mortals, and there is no end to the gratitude and resentment in the world. For generations, it is fate, flowing the same blood, drinking the same water, and the road is long and long. Of course, red flowers accompany green leaves, who will accompany them in this life? The dimness comes and goes back, and the past scenes reappear, although the lotus root is broken and the silk is still connected, sighing how the world has changed..."

A red flower is certainly accompanied by green leaves. Who will accompany you in this life? The ghost general and the maid were moved, and the two people couldn't help but love each other. They wrapped their eyes around Mian, and warmth emerged. The female disciples under the Dianjiang stage were in a trance, with bright eyes and a little spring Qing. And all the generals and male disciples, only think that the song sounds good, and the words mean the vicissitudes of life, and they are deeply involved in itSuddenly, the sound of the piano became excited for a few minutes, and Yue Qianchou stared straight at the ghost general and sang: "I love beautiful people more than rivers and mountains. Which hero would rather be lonely? Haoerlang, full of courage, ambition and passion, is famous all over the world, and his life is just a few autumn! Don't stop drunk, my beauty in the East! The Yellow River flows in the west, come on, have a drink! Don't stop drunk, don't worry about troubles..."

As soon as the second half of the song was sung, the ghost general looked away from the maid, stared at Yue Qianchou fiercely, and the muscles on his face kept rubbing, looking extremely excited. All the men in the audience were infected by the bloody free and easy man in the lyrics. All the generals' chests were undulating, their eyes were red, and they must have been soldiers. They who once fought in the East and West could better understand that sentence, haoerlang, full of courage, ambition and passion, which are famous all over the worldThe soldiers clenched their teeth and trembled. Although they died, the past is long gone, but this situation can be recalled. It's not worth giving up this body, dying in battle, and their souls don't return. If you don't believe it? Today, there is a song as proof... Haoerlang is courageous, ambitious and famous all over the worldYue Qianchou played and sang repeatedly, and finally was infected by the crowd. He unconsciously mobilized Zhenyuan. The piano was louder and the song was stronger, rolling around. After several times, the fingers ring out a homophony, the song ends, and the echo ripples for a long timeUntil Yue Qianchou sat for a while and stood up with his hands tied, the crowd found that the playing and singing was over. A general under the stage suddenly hit his chest with a heavy fist, raised his fist and shouted, "general."

In an instant, everyone except the disciples of all factions raised their fists and shouted, "general... General..." the mood was boiling, and the sound shook the fields. The evil spirit scattered from the crowd and gathered in the air. Disciples of all sects were stunnedFacing the crowd, the ghost general tried to calm the ups and downs of his chest, raised his palms and pressed them with force, and the soldiers stopped. He turned around again, looked at Yue Qianchou, clenched his teeth and burst out two words: "good song."

Yue Qianchou arched his hands and said with a smile, "the general is falsely praised. I don't know how the morale has been restored to the general? Is the general still satisfied?"

"Haha..." the ghost general looked up at the sky and smiled, suddenly waved: "such a good song, can there be a song name?"

Yue Qianchou simply flattered to the end and said with a smile, "this song is made now, and it hasn't been named yet. Since the general wants it, I'll give it a name to the general." As he looked around, his eyes fell on a huge flagpole under the field, his fingers pinched, and three cold flashes rushed out. After some dazzling carving on the flagpole, he closed his fingers and clenched his fists, and the three cold flashes quickly returned to their placesThe crowd followed the ghost general and stared, and saw a few big words appear on the flagpole. The ghost general repeated, "love Jiangshan more beautiful people, love Jiangshan more beautiful people..." then another burst of laughter said: "what a beautiful person who loves Jiangshan more beautiful people, Mr. Yue is really a great talent!"

Yue qiancho just wanted to be polite, but he made another gesture down, and suddenly all the soldiers shouted, "Mr. Yue is really a great talent! Mr. Yue is really a great talent!" After shouting twice, the ghost general waved his hand and stopped"Cough..." Yue Qianchou clenched his fist and pretended to cough twice, but his face turned unusually redThe ghost general pulled the maid beside him, took her hand and said softly, "of course, red flowers are accompanied by green leaves. Who will accompany me in this life? My beauty in the East, my beauty in the West... Eh!" He suddenly turned around and asked, "Mr. Yue, where is the so-called Yellow River flowing in the west, which is sung in the song? I have also been in all directions. Why haven't I heard it? Please give me your advice?"

"Cough..." Yue Qianchou coughed again, damn it! I forgot to sing. I forgot to change the lyrics by the way. How did I bring the Yellow River in my previous life? Now where can I find a yellow river? That's how the idiom comes from. Damn it!

But such a question seems not to be difficult for him. Naturally, he can give a fooled answer to the past. Yue Qianchou's expression suddenly Zheng, said: "although the world is prosperous, but the world is getting worse, and people's hearts are not ancient. I don't know which River can let me use the word clear to describe it. Since I feel muddy, what if I call it the Yellow River?"