Chapter 300

Time passed.

On this night, two days away from the place where Xu Qing had previously discovered the Profound Nether Sect, the starry sky was brilliant, stars filled the sky, the moonlight was bright, and the moonlight was like a curtain.

Looking from afar, the night sky was vast, the earth was quiet, the starlight and moonlight blended and flowed, freezing into essence, permeating the world.

On the magic ship, a melodious flute sound came out.

It was no longer a sobbing sound, but carried a rhythm, carried a melody, and even contained a sense of killing that was different from Immortal Zixuan's flute sound.

This meaning came from the fast-paced melody, like gold and iron horses, fighting in all directions, but soon the music changed, as if the war had ended, and after looking at the bones all over the ground, the survivors looked at the firmament, and there were many inexplicable doubts about the existence of heaven and earth.

While the sense of confusion was increasingly contained, it seemed that the person playing the long flute had integrated his whole thoughts into this flute sound, constantly echoing.

It was just that if all this fell into the ears of someone familiar with flute music, it would be very easy to hear the rawness of the music and know that this was a beginner playing.

But clearly, music is born from the heart, and wanting to learn it is not difficult. At least, for Xu Qing, it was like this.

At this moment, he was wearing a purple gold-inlaid Daoist robe, holding a verdant willow flute in his hand. While sitting cross-legged, the hem of his Daoist robe was scattered on the deck, his long hair fluttered with the wind, and the moonlight set it off, as if smoke and clouds were rising.

Especially his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes carried depth, his gaze sank slightly, the willow flute in front of his lips covered half of his delicate and demon-like face, and combined with his slender hands placed on the willow flute on the left, most people who saw it would praise him as a beautiful young man.

And his serious playing appearance carried an indescribable charm, making Immortal Zixuan, who was supporting her black hair with one hand and leaning on a concubine chair made of thousand-year-old cloud-mist wood, have a strange light in her slightly opening and closing eyes.

This light gradually thickened, and the flute sound gradually became chaotic.

Xu Qing chose to close his eyes.

This period of time was an indescribable tempering for him. He had never experienced similar things and did not know how to handle them, so besides meditating and practicing, he put more of his attention on this newly learned knowledge.

For knowledge, Xu Qing had always been extremely respectful and very eager to learn.

Like when Seventh Master taught him to play chess, Xu Qing would occasionally have the chessboard appear in his mind afterwards.

The flute sound taught by Immortal Zixuan right now, Xu Qing liked even more from his heart. He was not a person good at words, and the flute sound could better allow him to express his inner thoughts in heaven and earth.

It was just that the gaze from Immortal Zixuan made Xu Qing somewhat at a loss.

He could not understand this ancestor of the Profound Nether Sect.

Nor did he understand why the other party wanted to tease him.

He felt that once cultivation reached this level, the appearance of skin and flesh was actually no longer important. In addition, during this period of time, he had seen the other party make seven moves.

Each time it was understated, and each time everything dissipated.

Death was on Immortal Zixuan's fingers, and not a drop of blood could be seen.

And the reason for the killing was sometimes because the other party was looking for death and emitted malice, but sometimes it was decided by Immortal Zixuan's personal likes and dislikes.

For example, yesterday, an alien cultivator just took an extra look at her in mid-air, and the next instant, this alien powerhouse turned into fly ash and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Every time this happened, Xu Qing actually felt a little distressed for the souls. He needed one hundred and twenty souls to suppress his Dharma Apertures, but Xu Qing found it difficult to speak about this matter.

At the same time, Xu Qing also saw some places where Immortal Zixuan was different from others. She always had kindness in her heart for those poor and difficult small countries along the river, and often waved her hand to solve some ordinary matters.

For example, a few days ago, they passed by a small country. There were thieves appearing in this country during this period, which was difficult to catch. This matter was very common, and cultivators basically would not pay attention to it, but Immortal Zixuan waved her hand to catch the thief, and he vanished into thin air.

All these made Immortal Zixuan full of fog in Xu Qing's cognition.

And Immortal Zixuan's temperament was also unpredictable. Sometimes she was like a young girl, with happiness written on her face, and she would get off the ship to pick a beautiful flower on the mountain.

Sometimes she was full of dashing spirit, drinking wine sip by sip, her dark hair fluttering, full of moonlight.

And sometimes, her body was incomparably cold, and she would kill as soon as she made a move.

Even more sometimes, a strong allure would emerge from her body, revealing an indescribable charm between her frowns and smiles, giving people a feeling of being full of style.

And Immortal Zixuan also had tender times. Every time Xu Qing's flute sound made a mistake, that kind of tenderness like water would emerge from her body, gently informing Xu Qing and correcting him.

Innocent, cold, heroic, rivers and lakes, charming, tender... Xu Qing had never seen so many different temperaments on one person.

Until two days later, Xu Qing saw another temperament on Immortal Zixuan.

That was when they arrived at the Profound Nether Sect. Under the incomparable panic and shock of this small sect, after the whole sect of more than a dozen people welcomed them with an unprecedented respectful attitude, Immortal Zixuan looked at these people, and a touch of reminiscence appeared in her eyes.

"Are you Little Yunzi?"

The old man who used to pretend to be a god and play the devil trembled and spoke in a low voice.

"Reporting to Profound Nether Immortal, the little one is indeed... Little Yunzi." The old man felt bitter in his heart, looking at Immortal Zixuan and the figure that had not changed at all in his memory.

Many thoughts and emotions couldn't help but rise in his heart. He still remembered when he was a child, following his master, he had seen with his own eyes how obsessed his master was... but in the end, the falling flowers had intentions, but the flowing water had no heart. Back then, no one succeeded in walking into this Immortal Zixuan's world.

"Take me to your master's grave." On Immortal Zixuan's body, clearly, time had not left any traces, but at this moment, in the comparison of the old man, time seemed to have left its breath.

Xu Qing followed silently. Soon, under the old man's lead, they arrived at the backyard of the Profound Nether Sect. There was a lonely grave there, and a willow tree in front of the grave, the willow branches swaying in the wind, as if there was spirituality permeating, excited because of Zixuan's arrival.

Immortal Zixuan walked a few steps closer, looked at the grave, sighed softly, and spoke to Xu Qing.

"This old friend of mine was a good person."

Xu Qing remembered the past he had learned before and did not speak.

The old man on the side was full of emotions.

Not long after, Xu Qing and Immortal Zixuan left.

Before leaving, Immortal Zixuan asked the Profound Nether Sect if they were willing to leave this place and merge into the alliance. The old man of the Profound Nether Sect was very tempted, but in the end, he looked at the grave and shook his head to decline, only requesting that the dark current could always be guided by them.

Immortal Zixuan agreed to this matter and personally set up an array here, then stood on Xu Qing's magic ship and went away with the ship.

The way back always felt faster than the way there. As Xu Qing's flute sound became more and more proficient, they were getting closer and closer to the Eight Sect Alliance.

Until this evening, half an hour away from the alliance, and even when the Forbidden Sea could be seen from afar, Immortal Zixuan, who was sitting on the railing and seemed to be about to merge into the sunset, spoke softly.

"Xu Qing, play that piece of music. I want to listen."

Xu Qing sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, recalled for a while, picked up the willow flute and placed it by his mouth. In this dusk, the flute sound rose leisurely.

Carrying the meaning of the rivers and lakes, telling the joys and sorrows of a lifetime, everything eventually turned into a pot of turbid wine.

In loneliness, he drank it all in one gulp.

The alliance, arrived.

"This piece is named 'Departure Sorrow', created by me in recent years." In the afterglow, Immortal Zixuan stood at the bow, looking into the distance. The wind blew her dark hair, and her clothes fluttered in the flying, as if she herself was about to go with the wind.

That sense of loneliness seemed to penetrate all the surface layers at this moment, was slowly blown out by the wind, permeated in all directions, and was also contained in Immortal Zixuan's eyes.

As it became deeper, she looked back at Xu Qing, her eyes seeming to have deep pools, as if she wanted to firmly remember Xu Qing's appearance. Finally, she smiled gently.

Xu Qing raised his head and looked at Immortal Zixuan.

"There were many people who gave me gifts back then, and there were more than a hundred flutes alone. I forgot who gave me this willow flute, but I like this flute very much. Little friend, thank you for accompanying me all the way. I'll give it to you."

Immortal Zixuan picked up the wine pot, drank a sip, shook her beautiful hair, indescribably heroic, endlessly dashing, stepped onto the firmament, and walked further and further away.

Xu Qing looked down at the flute in his hand and looked up at Immortal Zixuan who was going in the direction of the Profound Nether Sect. An indescribable thought rose in his heart.

After a long time, he took a deep breath, cupped his fists in a salute, and controlled the magic ship to return to the Seven Blood Eyes.

At the same time, at the Profound Nether Sect, Immortal Zixuan in white, with a mood of three parts happiness, five parts sigh, and two parts sorrow, returned to the high tower. Standing there, she looked at the direction of the Seven Blood Eyes, and for a long time, murmured softly.

"If you had been born a hundred years earlier..."

"And then what?" A gentle male voice came from behind Immortal Zixuan. The Alliance Leader of the Eight Sect Alliance, in a blue shirt, walked out from the void, arrived by Immortal Zixuan's side, and also looked at the Seven Blood Eyes.

"If he had been born a hundred years earlier, Junior Sister, do you believe it? He would already be a skeleton now."

"Or perhaps, the current him could also become a skeleton." As he spoke, this Alliance Leader of the Eight Sect Alliance turned his head and looked gently at Immortal Zixuan.

"Do you dare?" Immortal Zixuan's expression was cold, and she said indifferently.

The Alliance Leader of the Eight Sect Alliance gazed at Immortal Zixuan, and after a long while, shook his head with a smile.

"How could I harm such a heaven-gifted talent of my alliance? However, Junior Sister, although the life soul Master left you makes me wary, but... your lifespan is about to end. It is truly somewhat sad that the light you need was found at this time."

"Half a cycle of lifespan passes in a flash, and he is not yet at the Spirit Collection Realm, unable to cultivate and mend the Dao with you. In the end... you still have to face the choice of life and death."

"I will come to ask you again next month." The Alliance Leader of the Eight Sect Alliance smiled slightly, and his body slowly dissipated.