Exorcism

No one dared to sing "The General's Journey" again. The artists were frightened and could not touch any songs related to Duanliu City. In the end, everyone's eyes fell on Yun Mengxian. . .

Yun Mengxian knew very well that important people were moody, and it was useless to beg at such times. She had no choice but to straighten her mind, and thought of a song she had learned in the imperial capital, and sang it sadly herself, regardless of whether other artists knew it or not.

This is a song for a wife to miss her husband on an expedition on a moonlit night. From the lyrics to the melody, it was written by a famous artist. Yun Mengxian put a lot of thought into this song, and under the threat of beheading, she sang it even more poignantly and movingly. Some of the artists knew the tune and hummed along in a low voice, while those who didn't could only open their mouths and make meaning, for fear of accidentally ruining the tune and everyone falling to the ground.

It's a pity that no matter how touching the music is or whether it is touched or not, none of the officials here dare to cry for it. They are all observing Liang Shiji's expression. As long as the great talisman master remains expressionless, they will not even blink. Eye.

Yun Mengxian's voice was trembling, and she fully hoped that this was just a silly joke made by the nobles. She just wanted to scare the shit out of the artist, and everyone would laugh and pass.

Mu Xingqiu was not listening to the music at all. He was looking at the Sunset Lake outside the city, silently touching the many restrictions around him.

Long Binhui is also developing. These restrictions are no more powerful than a few years ago, but they just restrain his mental illusions. Qu Xungui obviously learned a lot from his experiences a few years ago and transformed the talisman.

Mu Xingqiu raised his illusion skills to the third level and easily felt the emotions of everyone in the pavilion. The fears of the artists and the nervousness of the officials were all very clear. Only Liang Shiji still protected himself very well.

The third level of the illusion can only amplify obvious emotions but cannot create new emotions. The attention of the officials was all on Liang Shiji, and they did not listen to Yun Mengxian's music at all, so naturally they would not be touched.

Liang Shiji smiled slightly. He stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the Sunset Lake. "I heard that the brass at the bottom of the lake was transformed by Pangshan's magic weapon. Is it true?"

Liang Shiji hid his hands in his sleeves and quietly sacrificed the talisman. Mu Xingqiu found that the restrictions around him were getting stronger, so he raised the illusion to the fourth level, "Well, I saw it with my own eyes."

Everyone's emotions became clearer, and some hidden emotions were revealed. But there was no emotion in it. Mu Xingqiu first aroused the emotions of the artists, especially Yun Mengxian, and asked them to devote themselves wholeheartedly to singing instead of worrying about gains and losses. Then he aroused a little curiosity in the officials' hearts and quietly pushed them to listen to the music attentively. .

In this round of fighting, Mu Xingqiu won. More than a dozen officials still stared at Liang Shiji, but their ears moved involuntarily.

Finally the music came to my ears. They all felt that Yun Mengxian's singing was indeed good. Normally, it would be worthy of praise, but it would never make her cry. Even less so in this case.

The mood of the officials changed slightly, and they became more regretful. It was a pity that an artist with both talent and appearance would die in Duanliu City for no reason.

Liang Shiji sighed softly and leaned forward with his left elbow on the window railing. There was more of a smile on his face, and his right sleeve swayed slightly. He was a great talisman master with a nine-layer crown. He sacrificed the talisman very quickly, almost unnoticed by outsiders.

Mu Xingqiu, who was performing illusions, felt strong resistance. Everyone's emotions were becoming fragmented, and it was difficult to grasp any of them.

He somewhat admired Long Binhui for being able to create a talisman specifically for the illusion of mind in just five or six years.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion skills back then were only at the second and third levels, and Qu Xungui's experience was limited to this. When Mu Xingqiu increased his magic power, he easily broke through the enhanced restrictions.

Yun Mengxian has entered the state and no longer cares whether her head will fall to the ground or whether the listener will be moved. She completely regards herself as the wife who misses her husband. She has no one to express her heart to. She can only face the cold moonlit night. Give birth to all kinds of imagination. The other artists were immersed in it, and whether they were humming or echoing, they all became tacitly in tune with each other, as if they had rehearsed countless days and nights in advance.

The lyrics are clichés and the music is an old tune, but the interpretation by various artists has added an appeal that reaches people's hearts.

At least three officials were moved but did not shed tears. If they could not control even this emotion, they would not be worthy of being officials. x ̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

Liang Shiji looked back and said, "The singing was good, but unfortunately I still didn't see any tears."

In the past few years, Mu Xingqiu has been practicing pragmatic illusion. But after the young devil left, he did not completely give up on pragmatic illusion. There are some ancient books on mind science hidden in Luanjing Mountain. Although the contents are scattered, Mu Xingqiu still I learned a few tricks from it. Illusion crawls like a snake flexibly through the many restrictions, avoiding direct confrontation, but looking for inconspicuous loopholes to continue to firmly grasp the emotions in people's hearts.

Several more officials were moved by the music, just over ten, which was enough. Although this touch was insignificant, the fourth level of mental illusion could push them to the peak of heartbreak in a short period of time.

In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, Mu Xingqiu raised the illusion to the fifth level, which was the limit of his ability to cast spells stably. If he wanted to cast the sixth or seventh level illusion, he would no longer be able to remain calm and composed, and he would also have to control the effects of the illusion. .

There is an obvious transition from low to high in the power of each level of the illusion. Mu Xingqiu only understood this after reading a large number of ancient books in Luanjing Mountain, and learned some control techniques, but they can only be used on the fifth level of the illusion. the following.

His magic power is slowly increasing, and the power of illusion is getting stronger and stronger. The eyes of several officials are moist, and they are not far from crying, but the resistance in their hearts is not weak. Mu Xingqiu can force them to cry, but It is inevitable to cause harm to them.

"The last touch of the sunset, what a picturesque scene!" Liang Shiji suddenly straightened up and slapped his right hand heavily on the window railing.

The numerous restrictions that mortals couldn't see or feel changed instantly. Originally they were just passive defenses, but now they launched an active attack, as if rows of trees suddenly had the ability to move. Their branches, leaves and roots were entangled and twisted with each other, twisting the winding trees. The crawling snake is tightly trapped.

The touching power was gone. The officials looked at each other and felt sorry for these people.

Long Binhui actually had such a unique trick. Qu Xungui must be very jealous of Mu Xingqiu and created many new talismans specifically for him, but he still underestimated the power of the mental illusion.

Mu Xingqiu instantly unleashed all the power of the fifth level of the illusion. Instead of confronting the snake trapped in the trees, he spit out a smaller snake from his mouth and broke through the obstacles at lightning speed. It bit Liang Shiji's pride in one bite.

Liang Shiji himself didn't even realize that he blocked the opponent's illusion and prevented the moving power from spreading further. There was not much left in the entire song. He had reason to be proud. The inspiratory Taoist priest who once humiliated Qu Zuofu would eat it in his own hands. A dumb loss.

Mu Xingqiu no longer cared about the other people in the pavilion, and concentrated all the power of the illusion on Liang Shiji. In fact. He quietly controlled the great talisman master. With just a little provocation, Liang Shiji would even declare himself a god in public and then jump out of the window. Just to prove that I can do anything.

His pride was so obvious that it became a fatal vulnerability in the face of mental illusions.

Mu Xingqiu was about to take action, but in the blink of an eye he stopped thinking. He was about to go to the imperial capital to clear the names of San Xiu, Liu Ding and others. He shouldn't have killed a great Talisman Master of Long Binhui in Duanliu City, and he didn't want to reveal his strength so early.

But he couldn't just let Liang Shiji win like this, he saw it clearly. This elegant-looking young man would really kill these artists. He must be taught a lesson.

Yunmengxian's tune has been messed up, and the officials' emotions have also disappeared. If Mu Xingqiu wants to stir up the corresponding emotions again, he may not have enough time.

He took another approach.

As a result, the artists sang even more chaotically. Yun Mengxian's voice was as shrill as a pack of mice foraging for food at night. The other artists sang chaotically, and the piano players complained to each other while playing blindly.

Liang Shiji turned around in confusion and looked at these crazy artists. He didn't understand what Taoist Pangshan was doing, and he actually pushed the talisman spell he had performed.

The artists were in chaos, and the singing became more and more outrageous. First, Fu Hao, the commander of Huang Fujun, laughed, then Chen Zhiwei next to him also laughed, and then all the officials laughed. Mu Xingqiu caught everyone at this moment The mood gradually turned into laughter, and the officials laughed at these artists for not being serious even when their death was imminent. Moreover, the laughter would not offend the great talisman master, it was still a kind of flattery and flattery, and everyone else was Laugh, how can you not laugh?

Liang Shiji had always had a smile on his face, but then he gradually became serious. However, the officials were laughing so hard that they could no longer notice his expression. Even Fu Hao, a descendant of the royal family, lost his composure and slapped the table with laughter. .

Yun Mengxian couldn't sing any more, and she waited with fear for her resignation. She didn't feel at all that she had been influenced by outsiders, and thought that her poor performance was the result of being frightened.

The laughter turned into guffaws, and the guffaws turned into belly-holding dumb laughter. The officials began to feel that something was wrong, but they couldn't stop laughing.

An old violinist made the most daring move in his life. He pointed at the officials and said in a trembling voice: "Look, sir, they are crying."

The official who was raising his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes was stunned, and immediately put down his arm. He could not put away his smile for a while, and the few tears on his cheeks became more obvious.

The words of the Great Talisman Master Liang Shiji were still echoing in everyone's ears, "If I can make half of you cry, I will let you live." He never said the word "touched".

Now it was the turn of more than a dozen officials to act like lambs to be slaughtered. Each one of them looked pale and did not know what to say to save the situation.

Liang Shiji's pride was hit hard. Those officials were still looking at him while laughing. What did this mean? Are they laughing at their own failures? Liang Shiji was furious, but had nowhere to vent. He took a step back and leaned against the window railing. His throat felt sweet and he tried his best to hold back the mouthful of blood.

Mu Xingqiu cupped his hands and said, "There is no more sunset in Xizhao Lake. Mu said goodbye." After saying that, he summoned the phantom form of the Frost Soul Sword, and the sword flew out of the window and headed straight for Pang Mountain.

There was silence in the pavilion. A blind artist, who was not affected by any spell, suddenly shouted desperately: "General Mu, that's General Mu!"

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