Seven Shows Chapter 91:

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Jiang Li sits slantingly on the rock, a few strands of unbound hair fluttering in the sea breeze, her expression is extremely focused, even downplaying the coldness of her body that is thousands of miles away. 13579246810 If she were to change into white clothes, perhaps someone would really think that she was about to emerge and soar. This red dress dilutes the hazy empty inspiration, giving her two points of popularity.

That's true, there are still people who rub their eyes in disbelief, thinking this is like an illusion. If it is not an illusion, even if the clock of the sun and the moon gathers the heavens and the earth, where is it that they are raised like an immortal? Jiang Li's appearance is already good enough, and with such a scene at this time, his lethality has increased several times.

The sound of the flute straightened up, penetrating through the world, into the ears and even hearts of everyone present. Compared with the Haohao Tangtang, it seems like the sea is rushing and the tide is rising and falling. The song of Jiangli seems quiet, at least not lively enough. Of course, it is also on the noisy seaside. If you change to a quieter place, it may make people feel noisy again.

This is red yeast rice.

Heaven and earth are ovens, and red is forging fire, so as to temper the hearts of all living beings. The world is full of different poses, but people's hearts are changeable, and there are endless ideas**. Therefore, if the same piece of music is played by the same person, everyone who hears the red music will have different feelings when it falls into the heart and is influenced by the flute player and his own thoughts.

While Wang Yifeng played the red song in the Valley of the Evil, some people wished not to attack and defensively, or turned on the mute, some felt very disturbed, some people were upset when they heard it, and some people enjoyed it. There is only one section, and the tune is a bit monotonous, but it is really nice.

However, because of the death of his lover, Wang Yifeng can no longer see the half beauty of the world and his heart is depressed. Therefore, the music is naturally filled with indignation against the corrupt world. Although he has a transparent heart, he is immersed in it all year round. The sound of the flute is affected, and people in the world usually like to chase beauty. Of course, there are no positive emotions in his music, so it is common for many people not to like it.

But although Jiang Li is cold, her music is not like Wang Yifeng.

The sound of the flute is sad, melodious, and beautiful like a dream that will shatter at any time.

The soldiers in the Southern Prince’s Mansion were initially at a loss. The news that Huang Yaoshi was there first to stop the enemy with a sound rhythm had not had time to reach them, so many people didn’t know that Jiang Li was such a beautiful woman. , What are you doing here? At least they had no idea that Jiang Li was here to prevent them from going ashore.

But at this time, hearing the sound of the flute, countless people only felt that their breathing was stagnant, as if their blood had frozen.

I don't know when there was snow in the sky.

At the beginning, it was a small piece of snow, and it melted in mid-air, and slowly turned into a heavy snow like feathers. Most of it fell on the sea and disappeared, while a small part fell on people and fell on the river. Looking down from the sky on the reef where it was, it became dots of white marks.

And these snowflakes, all avoiding Jiang Li, seem to be unable to bear to fall on her, desecrating this beauty. That's the case, Jiang Li's white hair also seemed to be dyed from frost and snow in a moment, and it didn't seem abrupt.

Feixian Island is located in the South China Sea. The climate is mild and the seasons are like spring. It is never cold, even in winter, it is more than ten degrees Celsius, not to mention it's snowing. Even further north, when it comes to Wuyang City on the land, it rarely snows. Many local soldiers have seen snow for the first time after they have lived for so many years.

"This is... snow?"

"It's snowing?"

"Why is it snowing now?"

Countless people have the same doubts, but they soon found even greater confusion.

Except for this shoal area, farther away, the sky is still shining and the sun is high. Where is the slightest abnormality?

It seems to be snowing, only here.

The ancients have always been in awe of nature. In their eyes, natural disasters often feel that they are a warning from the heavens, and snow is a symbol of nobleness, so there will be abnormal weather. In June, there is a huge amount of injustice. It is said that although Jiang Li's appearance is beautiful, it is enough to move Iron and Stone, but his power is still not as good as this snow.

I was trained for a long time, knowing that I can’t easily put down weapons, but at this moment, countless soldiers fell into the water and sank into the water. Even if they were affected by the sound of the flute, the blood was tumbling, and the whole body became weak, they didn’t throw them away. The weapons were dropped, but this snowfall made them willing to disarm. Apart from real immortals, who can have such a face, such a means to change the world and make the climate changeable?

Everyone didn't hesitate to wet their bodies, and they knelt down in a daze. Kneeling like this, the seawater that had only reached the knees almost flooded the upper body. But no one cared, their faces were religious and focused, they just bowed their heads once, saying: "Worship the immortal."

When they thought that they had dared to have blasphemous feelings about true immortals before, it was not enough to die 10,000 times. I am afraid that even if they die, they will have to go to 18 levels of hell, and they must not be superborn. I just hope that the immortals were ignorant before them, and now they know how to return when they are lost, knowing that they regret their mistakes. The adults don't remember the villains, and forgive them a little bit, right?

At the beginning, there were only a small number of people, but emotions are contagious. Under such a crazy and religious atmosphere, I was a little hesitant. Seeing that everyone around was kneeling, I was still standing, and suddenly felt something No, coupled with the lingering sound of the flute, no one was able to firm up his mind and knelt down.

More than a thousand people knelt on this shallow shoal in such a dense cluster. Their expressions are focused and persistent, and they are begging Jiang Li to "forgive" their previous offense. Those who knew the inside story knew that they were originally from the Southern Palace army and came to attack the city. If they didn't know, they thought they were not far away and came here for a pilgrimage.

Jiang Li originally planned to use sound attack to solve these people, but they all knelt down for her, and then they attacked too hard, which is really not good. Although she likes to bully people, but no one resists, she just waited for her. Slaughtering, it's not very interesting, and there is a lot of debt, she wants to settle the account, but also to find the Southern King, but it is not the turn of these little soldiers.

So as the flute turned, she took a bit of internal strength.

She didn't need to do anything anymore. For a while, there was only one person standing in this place.

The only one is naturally the little boss appointed by the Nan Wang.

Speaking of which, his kung fu is decent, he is probably a third-rate player in the arena, not a master. Compared with Jiang Li, he naturally dumped more than 800 Lu Xiaofeng, but at any rate, he had some insights here. When the people underneath were so scared that they didn't know what to do, he had already started to find reasons and convinced himself with them.

Although Jiang Li has deep internal power, the sound attack originally consumes internal power and has to control such a large range. Therefore, Jiang Li mainly sets the target that consumes internal power to control and sets the target on these ordinary soldiers, and does not fully fire. , As for individual "masters", she didn't specifically target them, so she didn't care about so many people, was she afraid that one or two people might cause some trouble?

Because of this, the little boss is still sensible now and can think of something. He knows that if the masters of the inner family have cultivated to a certain level, they can stay youthful forever, their appearance will not be old, and even the trivial matter of not invading the cold and heat, but if on this basis, they can go a step further. It is said that the internal strength will be released. Or it can affect the surrounding environment.

When you look at Jiang Li, whether you look at her face or her skills, you can see that her internal strength is biased towards coldness, and in addition to the female body, if the true energy is released outside, it will affect the surrounding environment. Although it is a bit shocking, I have never heard of anyone reaching this step before, but it seems possible?

After all, although Jiang Li looks like a double ten, there are actually so many of them on Double Ten, but her white hair always makes people feel that she is not only showing her age, just because Zhu Yan has Surgery, so I can’t see the actual. Jianghu people always like conspiracy theories, think a little bit more, and then they don't know how things will turn out.

Thinking about it this way, the little boss has a terrible speculation about Jiang Li's age and martial arts. Such a master, where can he deal with it? Don't talk about him, I'm afraid that people who came this time will come out of the nest, and they are not Jiang Li's opponent, right? The prince of Taiping, who pretended to look like that, if compared with this girl, I am afraid that she will not be able to do anything under her.

But even if this speculation is more terrifying, it is at least more perverse than the Southern King, so it is more reliable to provoke the true immortal to come and punish him personally. In this case, these soldiers dare to think, dare to say, if it is mentioned in front of the prince, I am afraid that only the head will fall. He knew that he couldn't go on like this, so he could only shout with his voice: "You guys get me up!"

As soon as the voice fell, Jiang Li's eyes turned around. She still held the Xuefeng Ice King flute in her hand, and the jade-white flute was held in a hand that looked like frost and snow, and it seemed incomparably harmonious. The song is not over, and the flute is not broken, so Jiang Li is speechless. But to deal with such a guy, there is no need for her to speak.

Before there were so many people, she still couldn't take care of this one. At this time, there was such a standing "superior", of course she couldn't escape. Just a glance, at this moment, as if the coldness of the bones broke out, he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say before, his legs softened, and he knelt down without any spine.

Wan Lai was completely silent, and only the sound of the flute remained. At this moment, there were no standing people, not one.

Jiang Li played a song and put down his flute.

Xue Sanyin received, but it still remained in everyone's hearts.

She finally spoke, her voice was cold, clear and ethereal. The words of those people before naturally fell into Jiang Li's ears. She also knew what they were thinking, what is the situation now, and said directly: "If you want to make up for it , Took up the weapon, turned his head and turned back, attacked the main ship, tied the Southern King, went to the matter, and cancelled it."

Jiang Li said this casually.

She doesn't think these people can do it, anyway, the last point is just to make them turn their heads back.

But Jiang Li seemed to underestimate her power at this moment.

Huang Yaoshi retreated from the enemy with a song of Xiaoyin, but Jiang Li used a song of red song to instigate rebellion. Comparing the two, it is more than one thing.

It was still one or two at first, and then, as if everyone on the scene was incited, they got up and shaken off a piece of spray, brushed off the snow on their bodies, and fished out their weapons from the water, and they actually turned back to board the ship, toward Kill the Southern King.

The author has something to say: 　　 Kavinka vomited, and finally finished writing, went to bed, sleepy.

It was usually written in three hours, but it turned out to be slower than I thought, and Karvin couldn't help it.

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