Red Music

Hong Le smiled and said, "Who doesn't know about the formations created by the God of Purification, the Turbidity Trapping Formation and the Soul-Calming Formation, which are famous in the God Realm? Or is it that the God is worried about me teaching others?"

"How could that be? Then I'll have to trouble Lord Hongle."

"No trouble, please take a rest for a while."

Then he looked at Xuanyuan Lang, his tone calm, but with a hint of oppression from a superior, "Young Master Xuanyuan, right? Lead the way."

Xuanyuan Lang suddenly came back to his senses from the one-sided oppression: "Ah, okay, this way please."

——

Xuanyuan Lang's men hiding in the dark wailed—

"The plan failed. We didn't create any opportunities for His Highness and the Fairy Lady."

"Who is that man?"

"Your Highness is like a little brother in front of this man, ah!"

"Your Highness, you are a prince of the human world! Be a little tougher."

"But the fairy lady's formation is really useful. Your Highness is no longer entangled in the black fog, and everyone can sleep well."

"What are you still standing there for? That person is coming!"

"Be smart for a moment, and try to trick me. Do you understand? Let's see what the relationship is between this person and the fairy lady."

——

After an incense stick of time, he was using his spiritual sense to search for the strange well, but he couldn't find any trace of it. Instead, he was distracted by the continuous noise and bustle not far away.

Wu Jiu sent a voice message: "Is this the effect of Hongle Shenjun's teaching?"

Yan Zhu: "The human world has no method to combat the turbid energy. If these two formations are widely deployed, they will be beneficial rather than harmful... But as for the Three Qi Formation, what kind of opportunity is needed to activate it..."

The woman was about to take out the formation notes, but found that it had been lost at some point.

Wujiu: ...

Yan Zhu: "Forget it, just throw it away."

What she didn't know at the moment was that she was just a drop in the ocean of people and had inadvertently found an opportunity.

——

The noise not far away was mostly the compliments and cheers from Xuanyuan Lang's subordinates.

"Master, look at me. I'm in the Qi Refining Stage now. When will I be able to establish my foundation?"

"Master, please look at me first! I feel like I'm almost at the foundation building stage. I've taken a lot of foundation building pills, but why can't I break through?"

Although Hong Le was very young, his face was calm and composed, and he exuded an extraordinary aura, calm and reliable. He said, "Don't worry, everyone. In addition to natural treasures and elixirs, opportunity is also indispensable for cultivating the Dao. You should all calm down and concentrate on your cultivation, and avoid being distracted by trivial matters. Don't dream of shortcuts to further your path."

"Master, I heard there's a spiritual spring quenching ceremony on the Spiritual Sacrifice Day that can cleanse the meridians and marrow, helping ordinary people to develop spiritual springs, while those who possess spiritual springs can reach a new realm. Is this feasible?"

Hong Le: "Forcibly raising your realm will not only damage your foundation, but it is also against the laws of nature and will backfire sooner or later."

"So scary."

When everyone heard this, they immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking shortcuts.

——

As dusk falls, Lingquan Town is lit up with bright lights everywhere, making it even more lively than during the day.

But there was only one place where no one was around and it was surprisingly quiet. The dark walls seemed to add a layer of heaviness in the night, making it even more stuffy.

The moonlight was like water, and it could not illuminate the vast expanse of darkness ahead, which was like a monster lurking in the darkness, waiting for its prey.

Yanzhu hunched over, lying on the roof, staring at the shrine not far away, and sent a message to Wujiu: That strange feeling is coming again.

Wujiu replied: Master, you mean that well?

Hong Le was as light as a bird, lying on the ground in the same position as Yan Zhu, observing the surroundings: "What has the Divine Master discovered?"

Yan Zhu: "During the day, I used my spiritual sense to explore again and found that the big hole has been patched up. Although I didn't find anything, I always feel that there is something else here, such as the premonition in my mind before I went to the human world. The most important thing is a strange well."

Hong Le whispered, "So the Divine Master wants to break in at night? Aren't you afraid of offending the Divine Master Wuwang?"

Yan Zhu had a bunch of twisted theories: "The Lord Wuwang is very understanding of justice. I am doing this to eliminate harm for him. If I have wrongly blamed this shrine, the worst that can happen is that I will go to him and apologize."

Hong Le chuckled: "The God is really considerate of others."

"Why don't you take a look for me?"

Yan Zhu turned her head to look at the man, her eyes puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

Hong Le said calmly, "There are dirty things in my house."

Yanzhu:?

——

In a moment, a man and a woman stood in front of the door that had just been unlocked today.

"The dignified Lord Hongle is afraid of ghosts?" Yan Zhu looked as if he was watching a show.

The man's expression remained unchanged: "I'm not afraid of ghosts, but the unknown."

Yanzhu glanced at the man and thought of how the nine-tailed fox had acted like a ghost and scared people. She deeply understood that the unknown is the most terrifying thing.

The next second, the woman pushed hard with both hands, and the cold wind caused the gauze curtains in the room to flip slightly. As the candlelight flickered, a black shadow flashed quickly in the darkness.

The two of them seemed unaware and walked into the house one after the other, until the two doors behind them slammed shut with a loud bang.

Hongle followed Yanzhu closely, while keeping a safe distance so as not to offend anyone.

"Does the God feel the chill?"

The familiar scent of cold mountain snow lingered at the tip of Yanzhu's nose, and her forehead twitched. Does this bastard know that he has been exposed?

Or did he do it on purpose?

Then she...wants to see how he can still pretend?

She observed the pair of red, bloody eyes in the dark with her peripheral vision, and at the same time raised her eyelids to look at Hong Le beside her. Black light began to flow in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up, and her red lips moved slightly.

"Lord Hongle, do you have someone you like?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow attacked the two of them. Yan Zhu didn't even look at it, but snapped his fingers in the direction of the black shadow. The other party "wailed" with great resentment, and then quickly hid in the dark, preparing to attack again.

Hong Le was about to step forward when Yan Zhu grabbed her wrist. She felt the man's body stiffen, but she still pretended to be calm and indifferent: "What do you mean by this, God?"

Yan Zhu's eyes flickered, and her delicate fingertips slowly covered the man's cold hand. She spoke calmly, "Although I haven't met the Divine Lord many times, he is as lonely as a pine tree, and his every move is like a fleeting reflection. He has long been imprinted in my heart. How can the Divine Lord and I—"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the second attack from the black shadow in the dark. Yan Zhu could no longer bear it. He raised his hand slightly, which had just touched the back of Hong Le's hand, summoned Hei Ling, and gave an order.

"Tie him up."

Hongle: "It's an earthbound spirit."

Earthbound spirits are those that were brutally killed somewhere, and developed strong resentment, devouring the living beings in that area. The strong ones will gradually develop evil and murderous auras, and advance into evil ghosts. Not only will they miss the chance to reincarnate, but they will also face torture in hell after being caught by the ghost catcher.

Therefore, if it is not for the hatred that cannot be let go, the earthbound spirit cannot be formed.

Yan Zhu: "No matter what you are, black silk, tie you up first."

The black silk drew a prison on the ground, tightly trapping the black shadow and dragging the mass of things to a bright place. Only then did Yan Zhu see that the other party was in the form of a soul. It seemed to be a young girl from the God Clan. Her expression was fierce, mixed with inexplicable sadness and despair.

The two noticed that the girl should have given birth to a spiritual spring a long time ago, but at this moment there was no spiritual spring in her soul.

Hei Ling tried to drag the other person in front of Yan Zhu as if to seek credit.

Yan Zhu waved her hand: "Put it aside for now, I have other things to do."

Hei Ling dragged the person to the window again, trying to minimize his presence.

Hong Le: “…”

No matter how you look at it, now is not a good time to tease him. Could it be that someone really has a crush on Hongle's appearance?

After dealing with the black shadow, Yan Zhu turned her head to look at the man beside her, a smile on her lips, her eyes inadvertently passing over the man's rolling Adam's apple, and a dark light flashed in her gentle eyes.

It depends on how long you can pretend.

"Lord Hongle, the mortal world is vast, but the Great Dao is eternal. Now that the ancient gods have fallen, and the turbid air is spreading, all future gods will fall sooner or later. Why don't you and I form a pact and cultivate together sooner rather than later? Perhaps we can gain a deeper understanding of the Dao and live together forever."

Yanzhu discussed with Hongle with a smile on her face, her eyes fixed on the man, not missing any subtle expression on his face.

Before Hongle could answer, the spirit of the girl at the window spoke up, "Is that appropriate? Why don't you ask me what's going on?"

After saying this, Yan Zhu pinched his fingers to silence the girl.

quiet.

After a while, "God, do you like Hong Le?"

The man also stared at Yan Zhu's eyes, judging whether the words were true or false.

Yan Zhu curved her eyes and said slowly, "Yes, Lord God, please consider it."

Hong Le took a big step back, putting some distance between him and Yan Zhu, his face sullen. The man's words of rejection were even colder, like the coldest frost of winter: "God, be careful with your words. Hong Le has no interest in romance. Please don't mention it again in the future."

"Oh? Then I must mention it."

Hong Le: "A forced melon is not sweet."

Yan Zhu remained motionless. "It doesn't matter. Everything can be adjusted. How can the Lord God know that it's forced?"

Hong Le choked, lowered his eyes, and glanced outside the door: "Didn't the God have a fiancé many years ago?"

Yan Zhu chuckled upon hearing this. Now that she knew the truth, although she wasn't as repulsive as before and cursed him as "bad luck", she still had a bad face: "Him? Didn't the God say that many years ago? Besides, do you think I'll ever go back to you?"

Hong Le stared intently at Yan Zhu with deep eyes, and said slowly, "What about the Qingxuan Divine Lord? Legend has it that you protected him for several months and shared his thunder punishment. Your relationship was very good."

Yan Zhu met the man's calm gaze, a smile playing on her lips, and said with an ambiguous meaning, "He said that the relationship between him and me was just an agreement. How could I have any other thoughts and ask for trouble? Besides, I hate people who deceive me the most."

Hearing this, Hong Le lowered her eyes slightly. The dim candlelight shone on the man's face, making his expression indistinguishable.

Wujiu sent a message to Yanzhu: Master, is he really Qingxuan?

Yanzhu smelled the familiar scent of cold plum blossoms: There’s no doubt about it.

"What do you think, Lord God? I think today is the best time—"

"Bang—"

Yanzhu's words were interrupted by the sound of the door being pushed open.

The man's face was gloomy, revealing suppressed anger. "It's a dark and windy night, a man and a woman alone, what are you doing?"

After seeing clearly that there were two people and one soul in the house, the terrifying aura subsided slightly.

Yan Zhu narrowed her eyes: "What are you doing here?"

As soon as the words came out, Zhongli Ye's flames, which had just subsided by a third, suddenly rose again: "Did I disturb you?

Ah Zhu, there is a limit to how much you can lose your temper. My patience is limited."

As the candlelight flickered, Zhongli Ye's gloomy face flickered, which was a bit scary.

Yan Zhu was about to sneer and ask where this person got the confidence from. Why did she have to have him?

Hong Le wasn't afraid of Zhong Liye's hidden pressure at all. Her faint laughter was enough to infuriate anyone: "No matter what the unspeakable reason is, you were the one who abandoned her first. Your attitude now doesn't seem like an attempt to win her back, but more like an unreasonable entanglement."

Only the people around Zhongli Ye know about her affairs. She and Hongle have only met a few times... At this time, this bastard is still pretending.

A cold light flashed in Zhongli Ye's eyes: "Who do you think you are? This is a matter between him and me. If you continue to obstruct me, I will not be polite to you."

The angrier Zhongli Ye got, the calmer Hongle became. There was even a hint of provocation in his tone, which could be considered Yanzhu's illusion.

"Who am I? I'm a colleague of the Purifying God. What about you, my ex-fiancé? But... the Goddess just said that she doesn't eat grass in her own backyard."