Ge Yu did not dare to take the Jade Jizi lightly. He did not stop along the way and led the two of them for another fifty or sixty miles in one breath. What made Ge Yu depressed was that while they were moving forward, a lake suddenly appeared in front of them, and it was still very large. It blocked their way, so Ge ​​Yu had to change the route and headed in another direction.

However, after they walked more than ten miles along the lake, some strangeness suddenly appeared.

In the ears of the three of them, a piano sound appeared at the same time, as if it was the sound of a guzheng.

At the beginning, the sound of the guzheng was not obvious, it sounded very beautiful, like the flowing water in the small spring, the tinkling dong, and the orchid in the valley, making people open their minds. For a moment, the three of them listened to the wonderful sound of the piano and felt very intoxicated.

Strangely, Ge Yu led the two of them to run for more than twenty miles, and the sound of the piano was still there and lingering in their ears.

At this moment, Ge Yu suddenly stopped, his face was gloomy, and he kept looking around, looking for the direction where the sound of the piano came.

But the sound of the piano was sometimes left and right, floating around. For a moment, Ge Yu was not sure where the sound of the piano came from.

"What's going on? Which crazy maniac is not sleeping in the middle of the night, and he ran here to play the piano?" The Thousand-Handed Buddha looked around and said.

"The sound of the piano has been following us. I'm afraid it's not simple. Could it be Yu Jizi's man?" said the uncle.

"Yu Jizi can't chase him so quickly. I've already thrown away the twenty miles before." Ge Yu narrowed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the piano.

At this time, the sound of the piano suddenly began to become manic, like thousands of horses galloping, the surging rivers were running, making people's moods become a little manic.

The sound of this piano seems to be able to manipulate people's hearts and influence people's emotions. People who can play such music are definitely not ordinary people.

"Don't worry about him, hurry up and walk twenty or thirty miles, and it will be beyond the range of a hundred miles. No matter what you say, Yu Jizi can't catch up with him." said the uncle.

Ge Yu nodded, decided not to care about the sound of the piano and continued to run away.

However, just as Ge Yu continued to run along the lake for more than ten miles, he suddenly saw a person sitting on a hillside not far away.

It was an old man in white, sitting cross-legged, holding a guzheng on his knees, and his hands were very agile and playing the instrument constantly.

And the faint sound that had always been with the shadows was made from the sound of the piano beside the old man.

Obviously, the old man kept following them with the goal of blocking their way.

Those who can keep up with Ge Yu's earth escape technique are definitely not ordinary people.

The three of them saw the old man in white and stopped at the same time.

Relying on the support of a ground immortal beside him, the Thousand-Handed Buddha looked directly at the old man in white and said bluntly: "This friend, as the saying goes, a good dog will not block the way. What does it mean when you follow us all the time?"

The old man in white seemed to have not heard it and continued to play the guzheng.

The sound of the bamboo began to calm down again, like the sound of springs in the mountain stream and the jingling of spring water. The ancient sound seemed to be the wind among the colorful clouds.

Ge Yu walked forward a few steps, dozens of meters away from the old man in white, bowed to him, and said very politely: "We shouldn't know this old senior, right? Why did you keep following us and make a way? Ge Yu, a disciple of Chenyuan Zhenren of Xiaxuan Sect, made friends at that time."

The old man was still playing, and the sound of silk and bamboo suddenly became manic again. But when the old man suddenly plucked the strings, a powerful gust suddenly came over, and it was solid and swirled towards them.

Ge Yu felt that the situation was not good, so he quickly stepped back, grabbed his uncle and Thousand-Handed Buddha, and hid to the side.

The gale of wind flew past the place where they were standing and landed on several big trees not far away. The gale of wind was directly cut off by the gale of wind and fell to the ground with a bang.

The harsh wind on the strings of the piano is even more fierce than the sword aura and sword aura. The Thousand-Handed Buddha Lord couldn't help but be amazed and shrank his head.

With this terrifying method, I feel like I am also in the fairyland.

Suddenly, the old man in white who was sitting on the hillside suddenly chuckled and continued to play, but he recited: "A song is heartbroken, where can I find a soulmate in the world? A song is heartbroken, don't linger with the light feathers, and there is even more sadness. Don't sigh at the cold autumn water on Baipingzhou alone. The second song is heartbroken, the pear blossoms in the deep courtyard fade early, Wumaluo Hall has been wandering for a long time, and the oil-blocked tung cart takes you away. When you go, you are in red tears and red potatoes, the three songs are heartbroken, the falling flowers are raining and sad, and you look at the smile on the swing frame..."

"Good lyrics and songs, this artistic conception only exists in heaven. How many times can you hear it in the world? Today I finally opened my eyes. How many people in the world can understand this elegance?" The uncle suddenly took a step forward and said endlessly.

Just now, when he saw the old man suddenly use a killer move, Ge Yu was furious and put his hand on the Seven-Star Sword, ready to fight with the old man in white at any time. However, his uncle suddenly came like this and even flattered the old man.

Ge Yu was completely unpredictable about this.

I didn't know that my uncle was such an elegant person and could still understand the artistic conception of this song.

"This friend is also a person with a temperament. The breeze is just right tonight, and the lake is drifting. It just so happens that I have a lake of fine wine. Can I drink it together?" The old man in white suddenly said in a genius.

"The younger generation had to ask for a few glasses of wine from the seniors." The uncle smiled heartily and walked towards the old man in white casually.

Ge Yu was worried about his uncle's safety, so he followed him straight with the Thousand-Handed Buddha.

The man just now completely frightened the Thousand-Handed Buddha Lord. He kept following Ge Yu, and he probably couldn't catch this man with one move.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the old man in white.

When I walked closer, I saw the old man in white clothes and white hair, with a long skirt fluttering. He was probably over 100 years old. He looked very fairy-like, full of immortality, and looked like a paranormal.

The old man in white smiled at his uncle, picked up a wine pot beside him, poured a glass of wine, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Then he stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

My uncle picked up the wine glass directly and wanted to drink it all in one go.

Ge Yu directly stopped him and said, "Uncle..."
Chapter completed!