It is speculated that after Lin Xiao'e was active in this area, Wang Ping's search scope has been greatly reduced.

At the same time, he also reduced his flight altitude and speed so that people hiding in the islands or seas below can see his face more clearly.

This is undoubtedly a relatively dangerous thing, because at this height, some monsters in the sea can also attack him.

However, in order to find Lin Xiao'e as soon as possible, Wang Ping had to take some risks.

When Wang Ping did this, he saw more than a dozen active monks in this area in just a few days.

Among these people are disciples of Bixia Sect, and there are also non-Bixia Sect disciples like him.

Their purpose of coming here is the same, looking for Lin Xiao'e who might be in this area.

However, except for the disciples of Bixia Sect, Wang Ping and other immortal cultivators chose to avoid and separate each other and did not have the idea of ​​getting close to communicate.

After searching for this for seven or eight days, Wang Ping did not gain anything except harvesting a few more corpses of monsters.

This situation made him feel a little disgusted.

Sometimes he would have doubts in his heart, wondering if he had made a mistake in his speculation. Lin Xiao'e was not actually in this sea area, but Bixiamen and him were both misled by him.

But when he looked at the expressions of the disciples of Bixia Sect, he didn't look like this.

Under the influence of this complex mood of hesitation and entanglement, Wang Ping's speed once again slowed down a lot.

On the evening of the day, after more than two hours of flying, Wang Ping felt a little tired. He happened to see a small island appearing in front of him, so he simply landed on the island to rest.

He is indeed tired these days. He can be said to be aimlessly flying around the sea every day. From time to time, he has to fight with the monsters that attacked him. He has to endure the torture inside. He can be said to be exhausted both physically and mentally.

However, in a dangerous place, even if you only have a short rest, Wang Ping dared not slackew.

He first took out two sets of formations and arranged them outside as a warning, and then released Xiaofeng to protect the Dharma, and then he dared to meditate and adjust his breathing with confidence.

After meditating like this for almost three hours, Wang Ping fully recovered his condition.

It was already late at night, and the galaxy in the sky was brilliant, and the sound of the whistling night wind and the sound of the waves hitting each other, mixed together, with a wonderful sense of melody that makes people never tired of it.

Wang Ping also seemed to be moved and couldn't help but take out the clear water zither. With the sound of the wind, the zither strings started to thrust.

At this time, he did not deliberately play any fixed music scores, but just spoke casually, using the sound of the piano to coordinate the sound of the wind and waves, making the rhythm more beautiful.

After twenty years of learning the piano, this is the first time that Wang Ping has left the piano score and played the piano.

He seemed to have broken some confinement, and he became more and more excited and more capable, and soon he became intoxicated.

After almost half an hour passed, Wang Ping woke up from the intoxication state of wholeheartedness and realized what he had done just now.

Just as he was about to savor the piano music he had just played, a crisp sound of applause suddenly came to his ears from the outside world.

At the same time, there were also praises full of joy: "Miujiu, it's been a long time since Zhang heard such a level of piano music. I wonder what this song is called? Can you borrow the piano score to Zhang?"

Wang Ping looked over the voice and saw that outside the formation he arranged, an elegant middle-aged man in a green robe came. Judging from his cultivation level, he was one level higher than himself, and he was a late-stage cultivator in the foundation-building stage.

Suddenly, Wang Ping couldn't help but glared at Xiaofeng, who was protecting his Dharma.

Woo ~

Xiaofeng, who knew that he had dereliction of duty, whimpered and roared with his head down, and quickly explained the reason to Wang Ping.

It turned out that the previous piano sound was so wonderful that it was immersed in this wonderful piano sound and relaxed its vigilance.

Also, it has indeed not smelled any peculiar smell from the middle-aged man in blue outside. The smell on its body may have been specially blocked, leaving some monsters who are good at striking and alerting through scents helpless.

After obtaining this information, Wang Ping also took it seriously in his heart.

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He did not open the formation and went out to meet others. Instead, he replied directly through the formation: "Fellow Taoist, you are polite. Just now, Wang was just listening to the sound of wind and waves. He was moved and played a random song. There was no piano score. I hope the fellow Taoist would forgive me."

Wang Ping thought that the person outside should be able to understand what he meant by answering this way, so he immediately left and left.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, the man outside looked surprised and sighed in surprise: "No wonder! No wonder! No wonder! No wonder Zhang heard the sound of the piano just now, with mixed tones and clear rhymes, which is very different from ordinary piano scores. It turns out that it is a natural work that the masterpiece was obtained by a masterpiece!"

After saying that, he bowed to Wang Ping with a happy face and said, "Zhang Lingjun is a child of the Zhang family on Lingbi Island. He usually likes to play the piano and play Xiao, and he has some research on the music. It is rare to see fellow Taoists like a fellow Taoist today. I hope that fellow Taoist can give him advice."

Wang Ping has never heard of the Zhang family on Lingbi Island.

The "Bi Luo Xinghai" is too big. There are dozens of islands like Jinsha Island alone, and there are many larger islands, and there are even more islands like Jinzhu Island.

Almost all of these islands have spiritual veins, and are entrenched by the Immortal Cultivation Sect and the Immortal Cultivation Family.

Not to mention the monks from other places like Wang Ping who have just been here for less than five years, even those born locally, not many people can call out all the names of those islands, let alone know which sect and family there is on which island.

Most of the time, everyone will only remember that a powerful force like the Bixia Sect with the Nascent Soul Stage monks in charge. Awesome will remember some medium-sized forces like the Golden Shui Sect with many Dan-stage monks in charge.

Smaller forces, like the Li family in Jinzhu Island, except for the monks from around them or those who have visited nearby, how could the other monks specifically remember so many?

However, Wang Ping looked at the face and tone of the monk named Zhang Lingjun outside, and seemed quite confident about the family he was born, as if outsiders would definitely know.

He couldn't say for a moment that he had never heard of it, but took out a picture he bought and quickly checked the marked islands above.

After a closer look, I quickly found the location of Lingbi Island.

Comparing the size of the island on the sea chart, Wang Ping found that the island is not small. Although it is not as big as Jinsha Island, it is one-third of its size.

If there is only one immortal cultivation family on such an island, then this family is likely to be dominated by a cultivator in the Jiedan stage.

If you contact Zhang Lingjun's confident tone when he spoke, it is probably the case.

At this moment, seeing Wang Ping inside but not replying, Zhang Lingjun outside also frowned and said again: "Why don't you say anything? Zhang really wants to make friends with fellow Taoists. If fellow Taoists are concerned, Zhang can sit outside with fellow Taoists to discuss the piano to calm the heart of fellow Taoists."

He said this, and Wang Ping felt that if he didn't speak, he would be a little too unkind.

He immediately responded in a deep voice: "Since Fellow Daoist Zhang has such a good mood, then Wang will play a few songs with fellow Taoist."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingjun outside was instantly happy: "So it's fellow Taoist Wang, so I'll ask for more advice from fellow Taoist Wang."

Then he found a place outside to sit down, reached out and patted the storage bag, took out a vermilion guqin and placed it in front of him.

Wang Ping saw that the guqin was not a magic tool, but was just well-made.

From this we can see that Zhang Lingjun should only be purely fond of music, and he does not specialize in the technique of sound attack like him.

This made him feel much more at ease.

In the following midnight, Wang Ping and Zhang Lingjun exchanged the way of piano art through the formation, and talked about their own opinions and thoughts on the way of piano art.

During this period, Wang Ping also recalled his previous improvised works, wrote them into piano scores, and presented them to Zhang Lingjun.

Zhang Lingjun also had some contacts and sent a lot of piano scores he had collected to Wang Ping.

When the sky was bright and the sun was rising, the two stopped discussing the piano art.

"I wonder why Fellow Daoist Zhang came to this Black Abyss Sea? Could it be that it was Lin Xiao'e, a traitor to Bixiamen?"

In the formation, Wang Ping pressed his hands on the Bishuixiqinqin and asked Zhang Lingjun's purpose in a seemingly inadvertent tone.

His interest in the art of piano is far less than that of Zhang Lingjun. He has exhausted his patience and tried his best to discuss the art of piano in the middle of the night.

Now that the sun is rising, he already wants to leave, so he doesn't care if this will make Zhang Lingjun tired of this.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his question, Zhang Lingjun replied softly: "Yes, not!"

This kind of insidious answer immediately aroused Wang Ping's curiosity, and he immediately asked: "I would like to ask fellow Taoist Zhang to answer the questions, what is it, and what is it also called not?"

"It's because Zhang's purpose of coming here this time is indeed related to Lin Xiao'e."

"It is said that it is because Zhang's purpose is not to arrest Lin Xiao'e and go to Bixiamen to receive a reward."

When Zhang Lingjun said this, he couldn't help but apologize to Wang Ping and said, "Zhang knew that fellow Taoist Wang might be confused, but the inside story was due to family rules. Zhang was not good at explaining to fellow Taoist. If fellow Taoist is not afraid of danger, he can continue to stay in this area. He should understand what Zhang means in a few days."

There are too many meanings in these words, and Wang Ping's curiosity was immediately lifted to the maximum.

But no matter how curious he was, Wang Ping knew that his chance encounter with Zhang Lingjun was not suitable for further questioning.

At this moment, he could only forcibly suppress the doubts in his heart and responded: "Since it is limited by family rules, Wang naturally won't make things difficult for fellow Daoist Zhang."

"Thank you for your understanding of Daoist Wang. Zhang still has something to do. Let me stop here today. If Daoist is more happy in the future, you can go to Lingbi Island to communicate with him at any time."

After Zhang Lingjun finished speaking, he bowed to Wang Pingyaoyao, and then he used a flying sword weapon to leave.

Looking at his leaving figure, Wang Ping couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Stay in this area without fear of danger, and you will know what it means in a few days."

He chewed Zhang Lingjun's previous words carefully, and felt as if he understood something, but he didn't catch anything.

After all, there are too few clues available!

However, after Zhang Lingjun said this, Wang Pingyuan's anxiety and torture caused by the long-term failure to find it alleviated a lot.

Not long after, he also packed up the arranged formation and continued to wander in this sea area.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and five more days pass in the blink of an eye.

At noon that day, Wang Ping was flying on the sea and suddenly discovered an extremely spectacular scene.

I saw that the sky suddenly burst out from above the sea in the distance, dazzling blue and purple light spreading, covering most of the sky.

This spectacular scene immediately attracted Wang Ping's gaze.

"This... Could this be the truth of Zhang Lingjun's unspecified that day? All of this was caused by Xiao E?"

Wang Ping's eyes were closely watching the dazzling blue-purple light in the distance, and his heart was shocked.

He couldn't understand what the blue-purple light was, but the vision triggered by the blue-purple light shocked him.
To be continued...