Infinite true path

When Huan Yin reached the end of the corridor, a corridor door appeared in front of him. However, this door has no leaves, so Huan Yin can clearly see the scene inside.

Inside the door is a somewhat large hall. Except that it has a stronger sense of sleeping, it is not much different from the places Huan Yin saw on both sides of the corridor before. It still has a strange and strong feminine atmosphere.

In the middle of the hall, there is a pair of fine bead curtains hanging from above, blocking the view behind the hall, making it difficult to see clearly.

However, Huan Yin could still vaguely make out a woman sitting in front of a piano behind the bead curtain, and the sound of the piano came from that woman's hand.

"Huan Yin pays homage to the master of the Qin Pavilion. I took the liberty to come here today. I'm sorry for disturbing you." Huan Yin bowed to the woman in the pavilion, and his voice rang outside the hall.

The sound of the piano stopped again, but the woman in the hall did not speak. Huan Yin found that she seemed to have raised her head and looked towards him, but Huan Yin could not see her expression and appearance clearly.

After a while, the woman in the hall finally said, "Senior Brother Huan, please come in."

The woman didn't speak much, only seven words in total, but Huan Yin's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously after hearing this voice.

He had never heard such a beautiful voice. It was as if as soon as the woman in the hall opened her mouth, all the sounds in the world suddenly stopped, for fear of interrupting the beautiful voice.

Huan Yin even felt that the voice did not come from the human mouth at all, but the voice of a fairy, as if Fairy Piaopiao above the nine heavens was speaking to him.

After standing for a while, Huan Yin realized that he seemed to have lost his temper. He bowed to the woman in the pavilion again and walked into the hall.

"What's wrong with you?" Huan Yin felt a little confused. He kept reminding himself that he shouldn't be the way he is now.

After seeing Huan Yin walking into the hall, the woman behind the bead curtain spoke again: "Senior Brother Huan, can you answer my two questions, Junior Sister?"

The gentle and melodious voice like water sounded again, making Huan Yin feel in a daze again. However, Huan Yin clearly remembered that Xue Xin said that there were only three problems with the Qin Pavilion Master. Why are there two now?

"Pavilion Master, please tell me." Huan Yin said without thinking any more.

"First question, is Senior Brother Huan missing both souls in heaven and earth?" The master of the Qin Pavilion asked Huan Yin her first question.

Huan Yin has realized that this first question is actually not one of the three questions mentioned by Xue Xin at all, but the most basic requirement of Qin Ge to recruit mortals. It seemed that this request was really important to the master of Qin Pavilion, so she wanted to verify it.

Huan Yin was silent, because his ability to cultivate immortality due to the lack of both heaven and earth souls was his biggest secret. If he revealed this secret, it would be very difficult to hide the existence of the "Infinite Sutra".

After waiting for a while, the master of the Qin Pavilion obviously saw Huan Yin's scruples. She said in a timely manner: "Junior sister, I swear by my Taoist oath that I will never reveal what my senior brother said today to a third person. I won’t delve deeper into the original issue even if I say half a sentence. Otherwise, I will die.”

Huan Yin could feel that the master of the Qin Pavilion really wanted to know the answer to that question, but Huan Yin still couldn't find a reason to answer the question.

"Since senior brother has walked into my palace, you and I are destined, why not follow the fate?" The voice of the master of the Qin Pavilion rang again.

Now Huan Yin felt that the atmosphere of the conversation between him and the master of Qin Pavilion was getting more and more strange. He and the master of the Qin Pavilion seemed to respect each other as guests, and they didn't even test each other with their spiritual senses. When they met for the first time, they were discussing Huan Yin's biggest secret, and the master of the Qin Pavilion even made an oath.

Huan Yin sighed slightly and said, "To be honest with you, Pavilion Master, Huan Yin does only have a life soul." Huan Yin finally answered, and he didn't know why he made such a choice.

There was another long silence, and Huan Yin could feel that the master of the Qin Pavilion was looking at him. However, she never used her spiritual consciousness, but always looked with her eyes like a mortal, even if she couldn't see clearly through the bead curtain.

"Senior Brother Huan, there is one last question left." The voice of the master of the Qin Pavilion was a little faint. There were too many complex emotions in this voice, including sadness, expectation, and trembling excitement, etc. etc.

"Excuse me, Pavilion Master." Huan Yin knew that the question this time was the real third question.

"The third question..." The voice of the Qin Pavilion Master paused here, as if she was constantly adjusting her current emotions.

"Here and now, Brother Huan, what do you want most?" Finally, the question was spoken by the master of the Qin Pavilion in an extremely beautiful voice, and reached Huan Yin's ears.

"Buzz!" The moment Huan Yin heard this question, there were strange sounds in his head, making him suddenly lose his mind and himself at this moment.

Huan Yin's expression changed, and the literary aura on his body suddenly shrank, as if he had never had that aura before. But now, a new aura gradually emerged from his body, one that was majestic and domineering, like an emperor!

At the same time, the heroic aura between Huan Yin's brows that had existed since his birth exploded at this moment, making the imperial aura in him even more obvious, as if he had been an emperor since birth, a born emperor. !

At the moment when Huan Yin's aura suddenly changed, the master of the Qin Pavilion behind the Pearl Curtain immediately stood up, with a look of disbelief on her face, and her body began to tremble slightly.

"It would be wonderful if you could play the zither for me." This voice was calm and loud, full of majesty. It came from Huan Yin's mouth, and it seemed to be his third question to the master of the Qin Pavilion. answer.

However, if Huan Yin hadn't lost his mind, I'm afraid he wouldn't have believed that those words were spoken by him after hearing his answer just now. Because apart from the fact that the voice was his, the tone and accent were not his style at all.

The next moment, the imperial aura on Huan Yin began to gradually fade, and clarity gradually appeared in his eyes.

"What happened to me just now?" The elegant Huan Yin came back again, and the heroic spirit in his brows also faded, although it was still so compelling.

Just when Huan Yin felt extremely confused and didn't know why he had lost his mind just now, the voice of the master of the Qin Pavilion rang out: "Senior Brother Huan, can you please move to the bead curtain?"

The master of the Qin Pavilion was still standing, and her voice had obvious emotional fluctuations. It was excitement. Even though her temperament was always gentle, she could not hide such excitement.

"Then excuse me." Huan Yin looked at the woman who stood up behind the bead curtain at some point and responded politely. Then he approached the bead curtain and opened it with his hand.

At this moment, he saw her, and she also saw him.

As if time had completely stopped, Huan Yin and the woman opposite him stood quietly, staring at each other. It was as if they were reunited after tens of millions of years of separation. At this moment, their eyes could no longer hold anything else but each other.

What kind of feeling is this, and what kind of emotion is it?

Why does this scene feel so familiar and so heart-breaking?

It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter why or what it is? How about just staring like this for eternity?

"Brother Yin!" Suddenly, a voice rang in Huan Yin's mind. It was Lan Yu calling him. He was startled, and he immediately broke away from the strange state just now, and his eyes regained their color again, and he truly noticed the appearance of the woman in front of him.

Huan Yin no longer knew what words to use to describe the beauty of the woman in front of him. Lan Yu could not compare to her, not at all. If Lan Yu stood with her, I'm afraid no one would notice Lan Yu's existence at all, because she is so beautiful, and where she is, any other existence can no longer be called beautiful.

"I'm afraid she is the most beautiful woman in this world. No, I'm afraid there won't be any flawless appearance like hers in the Three Realms." Huan Yin's heart was beating fast. He felt that he must have been attracted by what he saw in front of him just now. The appearance attracts people, so they become distracted.

The eyes of the master of the Qin Pavilion also softened, her eyes moved, and she bowed to Huan Yin: "My little daughter Ruan Shushu, I have met senior brother Huan."

Her voice is soft, and her person is even softer. As the head of the Ziyin Sect Pavilion, she actually called herself "little daughter" in front of Huan Yin, and even took the initiative to greet Huan Yin.

Huan Yin reacted quickly, and he respectfully bowed to the master of Qin Pavilion with clasped fists: "It turns out to be Pavilion Master Ruan. Today Huan Yin took the liberty and made the master laugh."

"Senior brother Huan, just call me Shushu." The master of the Qin Pavilion showed a touching smile to Huan Yin, which made Huan Yin feel that the surroundings suddenly became dark.

Then, before Huan Yin could say anything else, she sat down again, put her hands on the piano, and said, "Senior Brother Huan, please sit down. Just now, Senior Brother Huan said he wanted to listen to the piano, so Shu Shu will play a piece on the piano for him." ”

Huan Yin didn't even remember that he said he wanted to listen to a piece of qin, but since the master of the Qin Pavilion invited him to listen to the qin, he naturally couldn't help but sit down in the hall.

The piano music that had been lingering in his ears for the past two years started playing again. Huan Yin was in a trance, listening to the melody that always made him intoxicated, and his heart became more and more nervous. He didn't even dare to raise his head to look at the face of the Qin Pavilion Master, because he was afraid that he would lose his mind again.

The sound of the piano this time was more beautiful than ever before, because this time the person playing the piano was not sad.