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    Yin Banshi felt that he was floating back and forth in a mysterious state.  He has no wings and no tail fins, but he flies in the air, fluctuates with the waves in the deep sea, and his soul is also light, hesitating between the setbacks of the clear sounds of fairy music in the distance.

    Wait, where did the music come from?

    The subtle musical sound went from small to loud, from far to near, and the clear and spiritual notes turned around under someone's finger, slowly wrapping around Yin's half-dead wrist.

    That voice is so familiar, like the spring water of ding dong ding dong, and it is also realistic, outlining a clear stream passing through the bamboo forest.

    After becoming the master of Yaofeng Peak, Yin Banshi was several times busier than before.  Even when Yaofeng disciples are busy, they don't distinguish between day and night, and it is even more difficult for Yin Banshi to have spare time.

    Because of this, it has been a long time since he went to the bamboo forest behind Lefeng to listen to the piano.

    But he still remembered.

    He remembered the bamboo hut hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest. When Yin Banshi was brought back by Mr. Gongyi, he once hid there and dared not go out for half a step.

    ? When I was in that linen cult, life and death were up to others, and I couldn't tolerate second thoughts other than life and death.  But now that he has escapedhe understands what he looks like now, and it's not that he doesn't know beauty and ugliness.

    Mr. Gongyi didn't persuade him or force him, he just casually chatted a few daily gossips with Yin Banshi every day.

    The rest of the time is often accompanied by music, the plain qin of the mountains and rivers, the bamboo flute of Liang Zhu's transformation into butterflies, the zither of the spring river and the moon gurgling into every sleepless night.

    Until one night, Yin Banshi was wrapped in a thin summer quilt, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep, and the familiar flute never sounded.

    Instead, Mr. Gongyi came to his room in person, and before Yin Banshi could say anything, Gongyizhu pushed the casement violently.

    The two windows of the mahogany window lattice were suddenly opened. It was a full moon night, and the bright moon was facing the half-shadowed window. From his position, he could clearly see a round of ice trays.

    After the white clouds dissipated in the middle of the night, a bright moon came to the window*.

    The cool air of the summer night entered the house through the window with a little breeze, and my heart suddenly brightened in front of the gloomy half dead.

    Mr. Gongyi said to Yin Banshi earnestly, "It's time."

    The next day, Yin Banshi spontaneously took the first step from the bamboo hut.

    Yin Banshi sighed unconsciously¡ªthe music sounded in his ears at this time, like that moonlit night with a full moon.

    He felt that he was sinking from the shallow sea to the deep sea, but death was so happy?

    The musical notes bounced and slid past the half-dead ears, just like those qin and flute sounds in that summer night, neither forcing nor urging.

    Gentle as if a peaceful old time.

    Yin Banshi finally opened his eyes.  Strictly speaking, he doesn't really have much nostalgia for this world, but he just has to fulfill his responsibilities and obligations as a human being every day he lives.

    However, now, is it going to be the eternal farewell?

    The endless pure black and dotted star-like suspended world in the netherworld reflected in Yin Banshi's pupils, Yin Banshi took a breath of air, and blurted out "Sir" without thinking.

    The black ghost holding the piccolo was just a silhouette, but Yin Banshi just saw him and couldn't help crying.

    The melodious and refreshing piccolo sounded for the last time, and the shadow moved lightly in the direction of Yin Banshi, and Yin Banshi felt the Dao source in his dantian respond to the notes attached to his limbs, jumping happily¡ªit turned out that he had just wrapped around  The sound of the flute on his wrist is really not an illusion.

    The power of Daoyuan pushed Yin Bansi back from the inside out, getting farther and farther away from the shadow.

    Yin Banshi subconsciously stretched out his hand in that direction, passing through countless directions coming towards him, dancing violently, as if chasing after the black shadows that bit his flesh and blood, but only caught nothingness with one hand.

    The power of Daoyuan burned a hole in the center of those black shadows.

    And the tallest and tallest black shadow who was the farthest from Yin Bande nodded to him from afar.  The black shadow stretched out a shadow puppet-like palm, holding a piece of black gauze that was almost the same color in the palm.

    The piccolo gave a final melodious sound, as if soothing.

    Yin Banshi heard the wind whizzing past his ears, and then that strange world suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

    The feeling of levitation that had always been there was instantly removed, and Yin Banshi hit the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of flying dust.  Blue sky, green trees, water waves, pines, belong to?.

    "Your grip is dead. If you want to go across, you can do so now."

    Ni Kui reacted for a while before realizing that the "opposite" refers to the Three Thousand Alliance, not the West Hall opposite the East Hall.

    He said without confidence: "I am under Master Xuanwu wholeheartedly."

    Dong Shuangyu smiled and said: "This is very boring."

    ""

    Dong Shuangyu restrained her smile and said seriously: "I hurt you on purpose before, as compensation, I can take you away now - including the time to think, you only have a quarter of an hour."

    "It must be now?" Ni Kui asked nervously, "I can't even think about it?"

    "Only now." Dong Shuangyu said softly, "Because after a while, even I won't be able to walk by myself."

    Ni Kui took another deep breath. He looked at the body of the deputy envoy lying dead on the ground, and then thought of Han Qianling, the same clan who had been separated for many years Of course, there was also Luo Jiujiang, who was barely a friend.

    "Then I"

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    Across the two layers of boundary membrane, Luo Jiujiang faintly felt that an air mechanism was locked on his body.

    And through the other party's consciousness and breath, Luo Jiujiang also traveled through the world, silently "seeing" the shadow of Xuanwu.

    At this time, behind Xuanwu is the Sun Moon Monster Clan he newly bestowed, a new species that he gave to this world by himself.

    He felt the power in his palm, like a dragon god soaring thousands of years ago.

    And behind Luo Jiujiang, there is only the heavy human race with exhaustion carved on his face.

    But he didn't care, he smiled lightly, spread his palms by his side, and immediately took Han Qianling's hand.

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    *1 "Ode to the West" by Shi Lingcheng¡ª¡ª

    It will end soon, after the final battle, the text will end~

    So cuties, don¡¯t fatten up the ducks~

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    Thanks for combing the wind and moon mines x1

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