Lancang God heard Xi Mutong say that there was something else to ask for, and he appeared in human form. Although he was dark-skinned, the look on his face was clearly visible, but now he looked greedy, "Xi Muxian, no matter what you ask me, you understand the rules, my Lancang God never helps people in vain!" ”

Xi Mutong put away his greetings, raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and said: "I naturally know the rules of the Lancang God, although you gave it with divine blood last time, it was because I was defeated by you and fell into your unicorn poison that I got that divine blood!" ”

This was broken by her, Lancang Shen's black face really couldn't hold it, and he waved his big hand and said: "Okay, okay, last time I was drunk, I was drunk, and I wanted to compete with you for a while, but I didn't think it would really hurt you." However, if I hadn't witnessed you really fall for my unicorn poison, how could I have believed that my kung fu was so powerful that even Xi Muxian, the number one in the world, could be defeated? The man bullied the little girl, it's my fault, I'll compensate you here! With that, he rudely bowed his body to the ground.

Xi Mutong still pretended to be inferior to him, and said with a smile: "It's useless to talk about the past, if the Lancang God is willing to help today, what are the conditions?" ”

He held his big head and thought for a while, stomped his feet and said: "Okay, okay, since I hurt you last time, I was wrong, this time I will give you a advantage, as long as you play a song "Far Return" for me, I will help you!" ”

Xi Mutong's body was shocked, and he almost slipped off the stone under his feet, and asked hesitantly, "You...... Why do you suddenly want to listen to "Far Home"? ”

Lan Cang shook his hand mysteriously, and pinched a small gourd medicine bottle between his big finger and index finger.

Xi Mutong asked in surprise: "What is this?" “

Seeing that she didn't understand, Lan Cangshen seemed to be interested again, and explained: "This is the antidote to the Qilin poison, Qilin Blood Sand, it depends on whether Xi Muxian is interested in it." ”

"Kirin blood sand? This medicine is an incomparably precious elixir for the treatment of cold poison in the world, and if it were not given by the Lancang God himself, the world would have nowhere to get it. But he didn't ask for it, why did he go against the norm and take the initiative to show this thing?

Xi Mutong's eyes flashed, thinking of the broken flute, he already understood in his heart, and said with a smile: "The Lancang God, who regards wealth as his life, I don't know when he became so generous, and he actually took the initiative to give medicine?" ”

Lancang God was abused by her words, and he was not annoyed, and snorted with his nose: "This antidote is not for you, it is for the little prince!" ”

Xi Mutong felt funny when he heard it, and said twice: "You keep claiming that you don't ask about the world, but it seems that you are very clear about this world. ”

Lan Cang seemed impatient, yawned, and waved his hand, "Do you want it?" If not, I'll go back to my Kirin Temple for a nap! After saying that, he was about to leave, but Xi Mutong hurriedly stopped him.

Lancang God is famous for his perverse temper and simple mind, but he is a reckless man who speaks and does things straightforwardly. But such a character is also the patron saint of the Lancang River, Duan Xiao was playing by the river when he was young, accidentally fell into the river, and was rescued by him, and since then he has treated him as a righteous son.

Later, Duan Xiao gave up the throne and ran away, and he never came to Lancang again, and when he was sad, he never mentioned this righteous son again. Now it seems that in fact, over the years, he is still very concerned about this righteous son.

Xi Mutong understood his mood, and felt a little moved in his heart, and then thought that if the broken flute could really get the antidote and wake up from Lingyu Peak's true jade coffin, it would be an unexpected gain from this trip, so he no longer refused his request, "I play, but after I play, you not only have to give me the Qilin blood sand, but also have to answer the questions I raised, can you agree?" ”

Lan Cangshen was overjoyed when he saw her relieved, and nodded again and again: "As long as you play "Far Return" and listen to me, I will answer you whatever you ask!" ”

After saying that, with a spread of hands, a delicate Fuxi guqin appeared on a flat boulder.

Xi Mutong flicked her dress, sat down on the edge of the stone, and once again played that incomparably familiar tune.

"The ups and downs of the bluestone road, layer upon layer of Cuiping Mountain. A mighty river of water, gently raising the boat in the water. Hongyan has passed on thousands of books, and the tip of the pen is entangled. It's not that Lang doesn't want to return, and he will return after winning the flag. ”

She plucked the strings with her fingers and silently recited the poem "Far Home" in her heart.

This song was written for her by Broken Xiao herself, and the words were filled, and later it became the best sustenance for her to masturbate in a thousand years of loneliness, and she played it no less than 10,000 times.

Now in the face of the Lancang River, once again pick and hook, the bits and pieces of the hardships and hardships shared with the broken flute back then are vividly remembered, and she only feels that her heart is like a knife, and her blood is dripping.

But as she flicked, a snow-like pear blossom floated out in front of her again, and a red figure in the pear blossom was concentrating on reading with her back to her.

She couldn't help but let out a soft "ah", her fingers trembled, and one of the strings broke. (To be continued.) )