No one dared to sing "The General's Journey" again. The artists were frightened and could not touch any songs related to Duanliu City. Everyone's eyes finally fell on Yunmeng Xian...

Yunmengxian knew that the big man was moody and it was useless to beg him at this time, so he had to calm down and think about a song he learned in Huangjing. Regardless of whether other artists would or not, he started singing it sadly.

This is a song where my wife missed her husband on the expedition on a moonlit night. From the lyrics to the tunes, she was from famous artists. Yun Mengxian spent a lot of thought on this song, and under the threat of beheading, she sang it even more sad and movingly. Among the artists, those who know this song can hum in a low voice. Those who don’t know can only open their mouths to make a meaning, for fear that they will accidentally destroy the tune, and everyone will follow the heads.

Unfortunately, no matter how touching the song is or whether it is touched or not, none of the officials present dared to cry for it. They were observing Liang Shiji's expression. As long as this great talisman master was still expressionless, they would not even blink.

Yunmengxian's voice was a little trembling, hoping that this was just a boring joke from noble people. He just wanted to scare the artist to the point of urination. Finally, everyone laughed and passed.

Mu Xingqiu was not listening to the song at all. He looked at Xizhao Lake outside the city and silently contacted the numerous bans around him.

The Longbin Society is also developing. These restrictions are not stronger than a few years ago, but they just restrain his thoughts and illusions. Qu Xungu obviously learned a lot of experience from his experiences a few years ago and transformed the talismans.

Mu Xingqiu raised the illusion to the third level and easily felt the emotions of everyone in the pavilion, the fear of the artists, and the tension of the officials were all very clear, but Liang Shiji still protected himself well.

The third level of the illusion can only amplify those obvious emotions and cannot create new emotions. Officials of all sizes are all focused on Liang Shiji. If they don’t listen to Yunmengxian’s songs, they will naturally not be touched.

Liang Shiji smiled slightly. He got up and walked to the window, looking at Xizhao Lake outside, "I heard that the brass at the bottom of the lake was transformed by Pangshan magic weapon, I wonder if it is true?"

Liang Shiji hid his hands in his sleeves and quietly sacrificed the talisman. Mu Xingqiu found that the surrounding ban was even 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 showed signs. But there was no emotion in it. Mu Xingqiu first aroused the emotions of the artists, especially Yunmengxian, and made them devote themselves to the singing style, rather than worrying about gains and losses. Then he aroused the curiosity that the officials had in their hearts and quietly pushed them to share their minds and listen to the songs.

In this round of fight, Mu Xingqiu won. More than a dozen officials were still staring at Liang Shiji, but their ears were moved involuntarily, and finally the song was heard. They all felt that Yunmeng Xian was singing well. If it were usual, it was worthy of praise, but it would never cry. In this case, it would not be even more so.

The officials' emotions changed a little, and there was a lot of regret. A talented and beautiful artist would die in Duanliu City for no reason.

Liang Shiji sighed lightly, leaned over with his left elbow on the window railing. There was more smile on his face, his right sleeve swaying slightly, and he was a master of the Nine-level crowned talisman. His talisman sacrifice was extremely fast and almost unaware of it by outsiders.

Mu Xingqiu, who was using the illusion, felt a strong resistance, and everyone's emotions were becoming fragmented, and it was difficult to grasp any of them.

He was a little impressed by Long Bin's ability, but he was able to create a talisman specifically targeting the illusion of the mind in just five or six years.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion was only two or three levels, and Qu Xungu's experience was limited to this. When Mu Xingqiu increased his magic power, he easily broke through the reinforced ban.

Yunmengxian has entered the state and no longer cares about whether her head will land later, nor does she care about whether the listener is moved. She completely regards herself as the wife who misses her husband, and no one can tell her heart. She can only have various imaginations in the face of the cold moonlit night. Other artists are immersed in it, whether they hum or echo, they become tacitly matched, as if they have practiced countless days and nights in advance.

Ci is a lyrics, and music is an old song, but after the interpretation of many artists, it has added a direct appeal to people's hearts.

At least three officials were moved, but did not cry. If they could not even control their emotions, they would not be worthy of becoming officials.

Liang Shiji looked back and said, "I sang well, but unfortunately I still didn't cry."

In the past few years, Mu Xingqiu has been practicing pragmatic illusions, but the young demon has left, and he has not completely given up on pragmatic illusions. Luanjing Mountain contains some ancient books about the mind science. Although the content is scattered, Mu Xingqiu still learned a few tricks from it. The illusions crawled flexibly like snakes in the numerous restrictions to avoid direct confrontation, but instead looked for inconspicuous loopholes and continued to firmly grasp the emotions in people's hearts.

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

To ensure that everything is foolproof, Mu Xingqiu raised the illusion to the fifth level, which is the limit of his ability to stabilize the casting. If he wants to cast the sixth and seventh level illusion, he can no longer remain calm and control the effect of the illusion.

There is also a significant excess of the power of each level of the illusion from low to high. Mu Xingqiu understood this after reading a large number of ancient books in Luanjing Mountain and learned some control skills, but he could only use it below the fifth level of the illusion.

His magic power was slowly increasing, and the power of illusion became stronger and stronger. The eyes of several officials were wet and not far from crying, but their resistance was not weak. Mu Xingqiu could force them to cry, but it was inevitable that they would cause harm to them.

"The last sunset is like a beautiful picture!" Liang Shiji suddenly stood up and slapped his right hand heavily on the window railing.

The numerous restrictions that mortals cannot see or feel changed instantly. Originally, they were just passive defenses, but now they launched an active attack, as if rows of trees that suddenly had the ability to move, their branches and leaves and twisted roots entangled and twisted, trapping the winding snakes tightly.

Not only that, some of the bans have the power to sow people's hearts. Although they are rough and direct, they have also produced some effects. The artists' chants that should not have had, such as the chanting that they should not have. Some people forget the lyrics, some people raise their voices inappropriately, and Yunmengxian cannot keep themselves alone. Several times the breath is not smooth and the tone is deviated.

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

Long Bin Club actually has such a trick. Qu Xungu must be very afraid of Mu Xingqiu and created many new talismans specifically for him, but he still underestimated the power of the illusion of Minxin.

Mu Xingqiu instantly exerted all the power of the fifth level of the illusion. The snake trapped by the trees did not confront him head-on, but spit out a smaller snake from his mouth, breaking through the layers of obstacles at a lightning speed. He bit Liang Shiji's pride.

Liang Shiji himself didn't even notice that he blocked the other party's illusion and prevented the touching power from spreading further. There was not much left in the whole song. He had reason to be proud. The inhaled Taoist priest who once humiliated Qu Zuofu would suffer a loss in his own hands.

Mu Xingqiu no longer cared about the others 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 bit of sowing, Liang Shiji would even declare himself a god in public and then jump out of the window. In order to prove that he could do everything.

His pride was too obvious, and it became a fatal loophole in the face of the illusion of mind.

Mu Xingqiu was about to take action, and in a blink of an eye he had another thought. He was about to go to the imperial capital to clean up the charges of the wandering cultivators, Liu Ding and others. He shouldn't have killed a great talisman master from the Longbin Society in Duanliu City, and he didn't want to show his strength so early.

But he couldn't just let Liang Shiji win like this, he could see clearly. This elegant young man would really kill this group of artists and would teach him a lesson.

The Yunmeng Xian tune was already chaotic, and the officials' touchings had disappeared. Mu Xingqiu wanted to rekindle the corresponding emotions, but time was probably not enough.

He changed his approach.

So the artists sang even more chaotic. Yun Mengxian's voice was as sharp as a group of mice coming out for food at night. Other artists sang indiscriminately, and the piano players complained to each other while playing.

Liang Shiji turned around in confusion and looked at the group of crazy artists. He didn't understand what Taoist priest Pang Shan was playing, so he actually pushed the talismans and magic he sacrificed.

The artists were in chaos, and the more they sang, the more they sang, the more they became, the more outrageous they became. First, the commander of Huang Fujun Fu Jun, Fu Hao, laughed, and then Chen Zhiwei next to him, and then all the officials laughed. Mu Xingqiu grabbed everyone's emotions at this moment, so the laughter gradually turned into laughter, laughing, laughing together, the officials laughed that the artists were not serious until they died, and the laughter would not offend the great talisman master, but it was a kind of pleasing and flattery. Everyone laughed, how could they not laugh?

Liang Shiji's face had always been smiling, but he slowly became serious, but the officials were smiling too hard and could no longer notice his expression. Even the royal descendant Fu Hao was very ruthless and slapped the table and laughed.

Yunmengxian couldn't continue singing anymore and waited for the demise in panic. She didn't feel that she had been affected by external factors at all, and she thought that her poor performance was the result of being frightened.

The laughter turned into crazy laughter, and the crazy laughter turned into a mute laughter covering his stomach. The officials began to feel something was wrong, but they just couldn't stop laughing.

An old zither made the most bold move in his life, pointed at the officials, and said tremblingly: "Sir, look, they are crying."

The official who was raising his hand to wipe the tears in the corner of his eyes was stunned and immediately put down his arm. He still couldn't hold back 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 you can make half of them cry, I will let you live a life." He never said the word "touched".

This time it was more than a dozen officials who were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, all of them pale and didn't know what to say to save the defeat.

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

Mu Xingqiu bowed and said, "There is no sunshine in Xizhao Lake, and Mu has said goodbye." After saying that, he summoned the illusion of the Frost Soul Sword, flew out of the window and headed straight for Pangshan.

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

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