Disciple, you are too evil.

Zixiao Mountain is very big. If there is no important event, the connection between the nine peaks depends on flying. It takes several cups of tea to circle around the nine peaks.

Yang Qiu took Huang Shang and flew back to Qingfeng Peak from the square.

It was very quiet on Qingfeng Peak now. Apart from the chirping of birds, there were only intermittent sounds of frogs. In summer, the mountain peak was covered with flowers. As soon as his feet landed, Huang Shang could smell the fragrance of flowers.

This place is very suitable for self-cultivation.

"This is Qingfeng Peak. You can choose to live in one of these courtyards on the mountain." Yang Qiu pointed to several courtyards built on the flat ground on the mountain.

The flat land on the mountain is very large, covering hundreds of acres, but there are very few houses. The few courtyards have three small tile-roofed houses with a small courtyard of about one acre, giving it a pastoral feel.

"Master, Master, where are the other disciples of Qingfeng Peak?" Huang Shang looked for a while but didn't see anyone else there.

"Qingfeng Peak has always been sparsely populated, but now there are only you and me." Yang Qiu said.

"Ah, two people."

"Yes, you go and clean up the house first. When you're done, come here and I'll teach you the skills." Yang Qiu said.

Hearing that Yang Qiu said that he wanted to teach him the skills, Huang Shang smiled inwardly: Although you are the master, you haven't established the foundation yet, how can you teach a person at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm.

The art of concealing the breath from the sky is still very useful, and Huang Shang cannot see through Chen Qiu's true state.

"Okay." Although Huang Shang felt that he could not teach him, he still said politely.

She went to Zixiao Mountain not to learn Zixiao Mountain's techniques, but to find a place to practice for a few years. Now it seems that Qingfeng Peak is a place that suits her very well.

Seeing Huang Shang leaving, Yang Qiu took out the "Miaoyun of Ming Palace" as a reward from the space ring given by the system and flipped through it.

"Among the eight tones, the qin is the first, the true sound of heaven and earth. The poets drive away guests, talented people, and beauties entertain themselves to cultivate our virtues, and teach the qin to express emotions. Those who practice the immortal, devil, Taoism, and Buddhism can go against the rules of heaven and earth and send the meaning of the qin to travel across thousands of miles. The sound of the qin The music is divided into eight sections.

This is a piano music, but it is not an ordinary piano music. To put it simply, this is a piano music that can kill people.

"When the wind returns, spring brings rain, and when you recognize the east wind, it soars straight into the sky; it hangs on a southern branch, charming your eyes, picking up stars, and shaking the world from thousands of miles away."

"Miaoyun of the Ming Palace" has eight sections, each with a different sound.

After Yang Qiu finished reading "Miaoyun of Ming Palace", he mastered the music in an instant. If he was given a piano, he would be able to play the best piano sounds. This is the benefit of having a system by his side.

"Master, the disciples have finished cleaning up." At this time, Huang Shang appeared in front of Yang Qiu.

"Okay." Chen Qiu said, "Looking at the guqin you carry on your back, you must like it. Then my teacher will teach you the first part of "Miaoyun of Ming Palace" today: The Wind Returns."

Yang Qiu did not directly pass the book "Miaoyun of Ming Palace" to Huang Shang. The description in the book was quite profound, and he was afraid that she would not be able to understand it for a while, so it would be better to teach it step by step.

"It turns out that Master is also good at playing the piano. No wonder he is only at the ninth level of Qi Refining."

Yang Qiu walked to a stone table in the courtyard, took out the red thin piano and placed it on it, then sat down.

This qin is smaller than the one behind Huang Shang. It is red in color and has black lines. There is text engraved on the right side of the qin, which is a small poem:

"When the fairy music comes out, who will compete? The world will be silent. Thousands of years will pass by with a flick of the fingers. Who can understand one or two feelings in it?"

Yang Qiu closed his eyes and gently plucked his fingers on the thin red piano. The strings of the piano sounded clanking, and then he played the first part of "The Miaoyun of the Ming Palace": The Wind Returns.

Yang Qiu played slowly and the sound was melodious.

With the sound of the piano, the mountains lost the crisp chirping of the birds, and the flowers lost their fragrance in the garden, as if there was only the sound of the piano left in the world.

As she listened, Huang Chang was shocked. The sound of this zither was actually similar to the sound of the Tianmo zither she practiced, and it was much better than the zither music she practiced.

There are two kinds of Qin music, one is pleasant and interesting and touches the heartstrings, and the other is murderous and invisibly hurts the enemy thousands of miles away.

Back then, she started practicing piano at the age of six in Nangong. After fifteen years of practicing the Tianmo Qin, the music was the music to kill people. Although she was only at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm now, she could cross the border and kill masters at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Even under the hands of masters in the extraordinary realm, he can leave calmly.

The disciples of Nangong in the Sun and Moon God Palace are all women. They major in the four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She ranks first among the disciples of Nangong's generation in piano arts.

I didn't expect that just a small person at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm could play a piano sound stronger than myself. This, this is simply impossible.

She had been practicing for fifteen years, and the music she had practiced for fifteen years was actually not as good as her cheap master. You think it's irritating or not.

Also, the piano he played looked like it was not of ordinary quality at first glance. He couldn't even tell the grade of the piano.

Weapons are divided into mortal weapons, spiritual weapons, sacred weapons, and immortal weapons. The weapons are further divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

Huang Shang thought: This piano must be a high-grade spiritual weapon.

After Yang Qiu finished playing the song, he pressed his hands on the strings. Seeing the shocked expression on Huang Shang's face, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: Sure enough, he didn't play well the first time he played. Looking at this apprentice's expression, it looked like I was playing Not as good as her.

"After playing, how much can you remember?" Yang Qiu asked calmly.

"The music is a bit profound, I can only remember 50% of it." Huang Shang's voice was a little trembling.

She has been immersed in the art of piano for fifteen years. She can remember and understand any music after listening to it once. This time, although she remembered 50% of the music, she only understood 10%.

"This disciple is amazing. I just played it once and she actually remembered 50% of it. What a genius."

Yang Qiu praised in his heart: "When I was learning Yingyu, I could only remember three words at most after listening to the article once."

"You remember a little bit. This is the music score of the first verse of "Minggong Miaoyun". You can practice it first. After you practice it well, you can learn the second verse from me." Yang Qiu shook his head and said unsatisfied.

Yang Qiu took out the first verse of "Minggong Miaoyun" and handed it to Huang Shang.

"Yes, Master, I will definitely play it well." Huang Shang took the music score with surprise.

This, such a good music score, the master just gave it to himself so simply? Huang Shang felt a little unreal. This is a more powerful skill than Tianmo Qinyin. Doesn't he know it?

The music Huang Shang practiced before was a spiritual music. This "Minggong Miaoyun" is probably beyond the spiritual level.

"Also, I can't use this red and thin zither, so I'll give it to you. You can use it to practice in the future." Yang Qiu said.

"Thank you, Master."

After teaching the music and the zither, Yang Qiu walked to his bamboo chair and lay down.

Now it's good. If you want to listen to the sound of the piano in the future, just let the apprentice play it. There is one more fun in the days at Qingfeng Peak.

Huang Shang took the Hongshouqin and stroked it lovingly. From her professional point of view, this piano is definitely not an ordinary product. The body of the piano flows with ancient charm, and the dark strings are full of mysterious energy.

With curiosity, she plucked it lightly with her fingers, and a crisp dong sound came out, the sound was full of charm.

Huang Shang's heart moved, she used a trace of spiritual energy, used the method of Tianmo Qinyin, and plucked the strings of the piano again towards the tree opposite. She plucked the strings like this when she killed people before.

With a clang, an invisible fierce force flew out, and the tree opposite was silently broken into two pieces.

"This piano should be a holy weapon." Huang Shang was excited. Now holy weapons are given away casually.

The tree that was broken into two pieces has not yet fallen to the ground, and Huang Shang raised her hand and gently supported it, and gently placed it on the ground, and then she looked back at Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu was lying on the bamboo chair, swaying back and forth, as if he had not noticed anything.

At this time, Huang Shang fell into deep thought: Could this cheap master who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining be a hidden master?

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