Chapter 574 Dust Snow (20)
Her eyes turned and fell lightly on him, "Do you want me to feed you?"
"Really?" Fu Xuan's eyes lit up, and his expression of joy was completely unlike the usual majestic God who was intimidating without even getting angry.
"Fake."
"You've never said anything I like to hear." Fu Xuan snorted softly, picked up the bowl of iced cheese on the table and handed it to her. "This tastes good, slightly sour, with just the right amount of sweetness, and it's cool and refreshing."
Sooner or later he would be able to get her to feed him.
Qing Yun raised his hand to take it, "Have you tasted them all?"
"Of course I've checked it before I dare to show it off in front of you." Fu Xuan took out another bowl and stirred it with a spoon.
Qingyun tasted it and found it tasted really good.
Seeing that she looked quite satisfied, Fu Xuan raised the corner of his lips, "Lingyue is practicing?"
"Right? The aura is restrained and steady, which is the state of cultivation."
"Then let's go to Tianle City?" The little guy didn't need Qingyun to accompany him.
"Okay." Qing Yun finished the small bowl of iced yogurt slowly, waved his hand and used magic to protect the food on the table, stood up and smoothed his sleeves, and saw Fu Xuan still sitting and looking at him, so he glanced at him.
Fu Xuan raised his hand, and a golden light array fell to the ground. He made a "please" gesture, "Let's go."
Those little fairies do have to travel on fairy boats, but when their strength reaches Fu Xuan's level, they can reach their destination by just raising their hands to set up a formation or meditating.
Qing Yun nodded and stepped into the formation. A flash of golden light appeared and the next moment she was standing in Tianle City.
Tianle City is located halfway up the mountain, built against the mountain. The buildings are all huge musical instruments of different types. Musicians shuttle among them. In the center of the city, hundreds of musical instruments form a hundred-instrument formation. At this moment, a zither is surrounded by hundreds of instruments, and the strings are plucked by the formation, making a soothing sound.
Qingyun listened to the melody played by the zither strings and looked at the other instruments.
After a while, the zheng music was finished, the zheng withdrew from the center, and the konghou was sent to the center by the formation, and the lively and cheerful konghou music sounded.
There were many monks like Qingyun who were listening to the music there, so her standing there did not seem out of place.
Seeing that she was listening intently, Fu Xuan used his magical power to take her to mid-air and sat her on a cloud.
Qing Yun glanced at him distractedly, then looked back at the Hundred Weapons Formation.
After sitting for half a day, Zheng returned to the center. Qing Yun, who was sitting upright, came back to his senses and met Fu Xuan's eyes in an instant, "Have you heard enough?"
"Um."
"I'll take you for a walk." Fu Xuan looked at the formation and then at her. He didn't feel bored. Seeing her turn her head, he stood up.
"Have you been here before?"
"I've been here once before, back when I was a True God. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and I just scanned it with my divine sense, but there haven't been any significant changes." Fu Xuan led the way for her. "The Lord of Tianle City is now at the mid-level Divine Lord level, Shanse."
"I heard that the library in Tianle City's City Lord's Mansion has the most comprehensive collection of sound cultivation techniques in the God Realm. If you're interested, I'll take you there to have a look. She'll still give a little face to a God-honored like me."
Qing Yun shook his head. "No need for that. Music is just a hobby. Sound killing is just one of my means of defeating the enemy. The second half of the technique you gave me is good enough."
The mayor of Tianle City gave him face, so Fu Xuan had to owe her a favor.
"Okay." Fu Xuan thought about it and felt that the martial arts techniques and various musical instrument scores he had collected should be enough for her to read for a while.
After strolling around Tianle City for half a day, when the moon was above the branches, a streak of golden light flew over. Fu Xuan raised his hand to receive it, and after receiving the information, he made an almost inaudible "tsk" sound.
"Do you want to go back or stay here a little longer?" he asked with his eyes lowered.
"Let's go back, is there something going on in Kunshan?" Qing Yun did not miss the hint of annoyance in his eyes.
"Well, I have to go back for a few days." The teleportation array appeared in front of her, and Fu Xuan took her back to Xuanyu Fairy Island.
The scene before his eyes changed in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was a familiar one. As soon as Qing Yun landed, he heard him say, "Raise your hand."
Qingyun looked up at him and raised a hand without thinking.
"Lift two." Fu Xuan laughed, leaned over and held her arms, letting her open her hands slightly, and then a jade-colored zither fell into her arms, "You owe me a song, come and listen next time."
After he finished speaking, he quickly disappeared from her sight.
Qingyun held the zither in his arms, looking dazed for a rare moment.
She lowered her eyes and looked at it for a moment, seeing the mystery in the strings. She put it down and gently plucked the strings. Then a long passage of something resembling text appeared in front of her.
Looking closely, I realized it was a musical score. It was different from most scores nowadays and looked particularly obscure and difficult to understand. It should be an ancient musical score.
After spending four days studying the music score thoroughly and playing it several times, Qingyun drank a cup of tea and saw that they were either practicing or going out. After leaving a letter, he also went out.
Half a month later, on a deserted island, thousands of miles of ice covered the area.
The dazzlingly bright blood dripped from Qingyun's fingertips and froze into ice in an instant. The moment he walked out of the deserted island, Qingyun raised his hand to wipe the blood that flowed from his lips. His body swayed and his eyes went black.
The deserted island behind him collapsed with a loud bang, rubble flew everywhere, and ice fell from the sky.
The next moment, she fell into a warm embrace, sensed the other person's familiar breath, and fainted with relief.
After finding out the extent of her injuries, Jiuzhou frowned slightly, raised his hand to heal her, put the herbs in her hand into her space, and took her back to Xuanyu Fairy Island.
When he woke up, he saw the familiar ice-colored bed curtains. Qingyun coughed a few times and felt a burning pain in his dantian.
There were several knocks on the door, and she raised her hand and opened the door.
Jiuzhou stepped in, holding a bowl of medicine, observing her expression, "You're awake, drink it."
Qingyun took the medicine and drank it.
"What entered your body was a cold fire. It will benefit you after being refined. I didn't erase it, but this strange fire is stubborn. You will have to suffer."
"It's okay, I can handle it." Qing Yun finished the medicine and handed the bowl to Jiuzhou, "It's so bitter."
I have never drunk anything so hard and bitter.
Jiuzhou took out some candy and peeled off the wrapper. "It's a bit bitter, but drinking it will not only heal your wounds, but it will also help you tame the strange fire. You need to drink it for half a month."
"Can't it be refined into a pill?"
"The medicine is not very effective, so you will have to suffer for a few more days." He shook his head.
"Okay, are Xiaotuanzi and the others still practicing?" Qingyun put the candy in his mouth.
"Well, I noticed that your altar was unstable, so I brought you back." Seeing her pale face, Jiuzhou patted her head and said, "Have a good rest."
Qing Yun looked up at him, "Has Fu Xuan been here?"
Jiuzhou smiled and said, "I have been here. You are not here anymore. Go to the next door. Let me wait for you to come back and inform him. You can talk to him yourself."
"Oh." After Jiuzhou left, Qingyun lay down with his hand on his dantian, feeling the hot yet cold strange fire running around inside, causing him extreme pain.
After practicing the technique for a while and mobilizing his divine power to get closer, the divine power was resisted, and Qingyun subconsciously curled up in pain.
After repeating it several times and still being unable to get rid of the strange fire, Qing Yun had to give up.
After lying in bed for a while and feeling the pain in his body subsided to the point where he could move normally, Qingyun walked out of the temple and sat under the tree in front of the temple to send a spiritual message to Fuxuan.
After a while, Fu Xuan came over. The smile on his face quickly faded when he saw her pale face. "Are you hurt?"
Qing Yun took a sip of the tea that was just the right temperature and nodded, "Yeah."
Fu Xuan squatted beside her, his expression and tone anxious, "What hurt you? Can't Jiuzhou cure it? Why is your face so pale? And your breathing is unstable..."
Qing Yunxin poured a cup of tea and handed it to his lips, "It's okay, do you want to drink it? I'll explain it to you slowly."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
