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"He Qingqing." Someone repeated the name softly, thoughtfully, and asked the people around him with a smile, "Senior Brother Ziye, do you still remember this person?"

Not far from the deep pool, there is a mountain pavilion with an independent cliff, facing Feiliu Waterfall far away.

Invited by Yuan Qingshi, the chief disciple of Huawei Sect, the supervisor of Qingya Academy, the chief disciple of Dayan Sect, and the direct disciple of the master of Ziyun Temple, gathered together to drink tea in this pavilion.

The location of this pavilion is just right.They can look down at the clear pool and hear the sound of the piano, but they will not be easily disturbed.

Listening to the piano is an elegant thing, and an elegant thing should be elegant.

The other three were brightly dressed, talking and laughing, while Ziye Manjusri was still dressed in black.

"I heard that you rescued her from the Devil's Den and sent her to Qingya Academy." The man continued.

Hearing this, Ziye Manjusri frowned in thought.

The students of the academy often say that a visit to the supervisor at Midnight in summer can relieve the summer heat and refresh the mind.

He has high browbones, deep eye sockets, dense and long eyelashes, thin lips, and unusually pale skin.

Although handsome, but less popular and fireworks, like a solemn statue.

Yuan Qingshi couldn't see the silence, so he took the initiative to smooth things over: "Brother Ziye is busy with people, if you want to worry about everything, it will be too hard."

He actually understands each other very well.As a big brother of Huawei Sect, it is not easy for him to recognize every direct disciple.

What's more, Ziye Manjusri and this person, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground, it is normal not to remember.

Ziye Wenshu finally remembered something, raised his sword eyebrows slightly: "It's her. Why is she here?"

The weak and skinny girl in my memory grew taller.

"Of course I came to play the piano." Someone shook his head and complained, "I thought that after Fairy Mengzhi, it would be Fairy Miaoyan's turn, who would have waited."

Yuan Qingshi observed Ziye Manjusri's expression and saw that he was indifferent, so he couldn't help asking:

"Brother Ziye, what do you think? I've heard Fairy Meng Zhi's 'Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix', did you feel touched?"

Ziye Manjusri was on the verge of a breakthrough, but fell into trouble.

Otherwise, in the pavilion in the center of Yaoguang Lake, his coercion would not be difficult to restrain, and it would collide with Meng Heze.

Yuan Qingshi and others believe that listening to Yinxiu and playing the piano can sort out the aura and find a chance for breakthrough.

Ziye Wenshu shook his head: "I am murderous, and I am not suitable for listening to the piano."

"That's wrong. That's because I haven't heard Fairy Miaoyan's piano. Ordinary sounds are far from comparable to it." Yuan Qingshi said with a smile. Master pours tea and benefits a lot..."

"Excuse me for a moment." Before he finished speaking, Yuan Qingshi didn't know what he saw, and suddenly he smiled, got up and left the pavilion.

He walked into the forest, stopped under an ancient tree, reached out and patted the trunk: "Get down!"

Chen Hongzhu jumped down from the treetop, and said with a smile, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Yuan Qingshi frowned: "What are you doing here?"

He glanced at the bamboo building where Miaoyan was, then at the gazebo in the middle of the deep pool, and warned in a low voice: "The one from Xianyinmen is here, don't do anything wrong in front of him!"

Outsiders only know that the book sage came to Dengwen Yahui, but they don't know that the chess ghost and Qin fairy are also there.

In this meeting, the number of the four most powerful people in the world has reached the third place, and Master Xuyun and the senior leaders of Huawei Sect are deeply troubled by this.

If the three of them meet and disagree with each other, causing chaos in Huawei Sect, what should be done.

"I know!" Chen Hongzhu said angrily: "Brother, what are you thinking? I don't like Miaoyan, but I won't come here to harm her, right? I didn't come to see her at all!"

"Then who are you looking at?" Yuan Qingshi hesitated, "Fairy Meng Zhi has finished playing a piece, and the piano test is about to end, only Miao Yan has not played. Today is very important to her, you can't..."

Chen Hongzhu stretched out his hand and pointed at the pool: "Who said it's over?! Didn't this person just come up?"

Yuan Qingshi was at a loss: "Do you recognize this person?"

He heard He Qingqing's name just now, but it was just an unknown person brought back to the academy by Ziye Manjusri and then left behind.

And Chen Hongzhu never had any friends.

"Leave this matter alone." Chen Hongzhu nodded.

Of course they know each other.

Together at the gate of Songyuan, we have basked in the moon, napped, and blown the evening breeze.

Unexpectedly, that person went down the mountain in the middle of the night and pawned his sword in exchange for a green table.

Chen Hongzhu just wanted to hear what kind of music this piano could play.

Yuan Qingshi resumed his smile: "Okay, as long as you don't come to make trouble, of course I don't care!"

Chen Hongzhu looked at the slender figure by the pool, thinking that you were ranked behind Mengzhi and before Miaoyan, in this situation, as long as you dare to play, you have already won.

***

He Qingqing had already thought that this was her own battle, and if that person didn't come, she would still do her best.

But when she really walked to the crowd and was surrounded by cold eyes from the crowd, she still had a feeling of "drawing the sword and looking around at a loss".

"Crack, crack, crack."

Suddenly, crisp applause broke the silence.

According to the default rules of the piano test, when each contestant comes on stage, everyone listening to the piano should applaud, not only to thank the previous one, but also to welcome this one.

But Fairy Mengzhi's Hundred Birds Chaofeng is too gorgeous, and everyone hasn't recovered for a long time. Who still remembers why Qingqing applauded?

At this time, someone took the lead, and there were sparse applause from all around Qingshitan, which seemed to be perfunctory and urging.

He Qingqing turned around abruptly.

Passing through a layer of white gauze and a sea of ​​people, she saw the figure standing at the end of the crowd.

——He stands taller than the people around him, stands out from the crowd, and has a gentle smile.

He really came.

He also clapped for me.

As if a sea needle fell into the depths of the heart lake, He Qingqing raised her head and took a deep breath.

At dusk, she sat cross-legged on the bluestone by the pool, with the piano on her knees.

Suddenly, there is no moment in life that is better than this moment.

The Green Yitai is full of green light, which complements the blue waves in the pool and the setting sun, illuminating her slender and flexible fingers.

He Qingqing pressed the string suddenly.

"Zheng!"

There was a strong sound, like a long sword unsheathed, humming endlessly.

Everyone was shocked, as if they saw a bright sword light flying across the sky, piercing the setting sun in the sky!

"Clearly!"

He Qingqing's fingering remained unchanged, and there were three more sword cries.

The incomparably gorgeous hundreds of birds and afterimages of flowers were smashed by the three sword lights, and they disappeared instantly.

On the bamboo tower, Miao Yan was slightly startled, her smile froze at the corner of her mouth.

This is not a tune she wrote.She never puts the strongest voice at the beginning.

After winning the first voice, the sound of the piano turned smooth, like a rolling torrent, as if thousands of troops rushed to kill, and thousands of horses were silent.

The sound of falling into the water, the pool water oscillates, and the snow waves are stacked in thousands.

From the poolside to the hillside, everyone who listened to the piano was so shocked that they forgot to speak.

In the pavilion in the center of the pool, Wang Shu looked shocked.Where did this person come from, with a low level of cultivation, but he can play so well?

Jiang Yun stared closely at the girl playing the piano, as if she wanted to penetrate the veil of power fence and see through her internal organs.

Gradually, the sound of the piano eased, and after turning a few turns lightly and quickly, the cavalry, swords and guns suddenly went away.

Everyone's tense nerves were slightly relaxed, but they heard it in a low voice, the willows were dark and the flowers were bright, and the magnificent mountains and rivers were laid out in front of them.

The afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, night fell, and the evening breeze slowly.

The sound of the piano floats with the mountain wind, to the deep valley, to the cliff, and into the dense forest.

The beast roars sounded one after another, echoing heavily, like a question and an answer.

The sound of the piano turned brilliant and magnificent, and the kingly spirit in the song actually attracted all the beasts to court.

The sound of birds flapping their wings, the sound of wings breaking in the wind, the sound of tigers leaping through the forest, the sound of turtles and crocodiles slapping water...

Countless creatures of Huawei Sect played this song together!

He Qingqing almost forgot that she was playing the piano, and she immersed herself in the music, without seeing the crowd or the beasts.

The sky is high, the earth is wide, boundless, and she is the only one.

When the sound of the piano soared into the sky, everyone screamed in their hearts.

Suddenly, the sound of the zither turned sharply, and became lower and lower, like the north wind whimpering and snow falling on the wilderness.

The shouting of the crowd stopped, and they walked to the depths of the snow field following the mournful and desolate sound of the piano.

Feeling cold all over the body.

Chen Hongzhu listened in a daze, as if he had seen countless nights sitting by the passing water bridge, shaking his legs, cutting his fingertips, and feeding the five-color carp with dripping blood.

The sea of ​​clouds was churning, and the five-color carps were in groups, and she was alone.

Midnight Manjusri closed his eyes.

Returning to the West Sea Devil's Nest in a daze, the road ahead is dim, and there is no way back.

Endless blood flow, endless killing of demons.

Miao Yan has forgotten to smile, where she is and what she should do.

She saw a little girl lost in the back mountain of Huawei Sect late at night.

The north wind roared, and the little girl shivered and climbed up the stone steps.

who is thisWhy no one came to her?

It turned out to be me.

Song Qianji...

Song Qianji didn't see anything.

He looked up at the moon.

The moon tonight is big and round, like a valuable silver plate.

He thought, is this really what I wrote?

Plays well.

When the grief is extreme, the peak turns.

The night wind howls, thick clouds cover the bright moon.

The sound of the piano suddenly became passionate.

"Zheng", the seven-stringed green platform, the first string unexpectedly broke.

He Qingqing is just like this piano, has reached the limit, her spiritual energy is exhausted, and her meridians are overwhelmed.

She didn't care about it, the sound of the piano turned high again, and another string broke!

Cracks appeared on the rocks beside the pool, and the sound of the waterfall roared.

The listener was stunned and lost his soul, as if he was hit by a force that would destroy the world.

He Qingqing groaned and vomited blood, then raised her head suddenly.

Cloud breaks.

months to come.

A beam of silvery and brilliant moonlight fell from the nine heavens and shone on her body!

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

It is extremely quiet all around, with the music of the piano in front, the sound of the waterfall seems insignificant.

The starry river falls into the pool, sparkling.

Someone touched his face and touched his hands full of tears.

Looking at the people around me, when they wake up from time to time, they all burst into tears.

A voice sounded from the mountain wall: "Brother Ziye is about to break through!"

The aura of heaven and earth gathered here and turned into an invisible vortex.

Everyone in the venue was immersed in the music, just in a certain mysterious situation, suddenly felt the spiritual energy change, and naturally absorbed and exhaled.

The epiphany is only in a moment, some people's bottlenecks are loosened, and some people's cultivation is improved.

He Qingqing hugged the piano and got up from the stone, her fingertips were still trembling.

When she practiced the piano, she only played in secluded places, and she had never played like this.

Her ten fingers were in severe pain, and her meridians almost burst.

"Thank you Fairy!" I don't know who shouted first.

"Fairy Gaoyi!"

The voices of thanks and praise flooded her like a flood.

On the bamboo tower, Miao Yan came back to her senses and silently closed the piano case.

She doesn't have to play anymore tonight, no, maybe longer.

With the bright moon in front, why strive for glory?

In the pavilion in the center of the pool, Qin Xian opened his eyes:

"The piano skills are good, and the music is even more rare. I haven't heard such a good song for more than 200 years."

"You are right." Everyone echoed.

"What do you think of this piece of music?" Qin Xian asked suddenly.

Wang Shu's face turned slightly pale: "Although the beginning of the chapter looks miserable, it's not sad, but ready to go. It seems that as long as there is a gust of east wind, it can soar into the sky and skyrocket. It's just that the ending doesn't seem to be good."

Qin Xian nodded.

Jiang Yun thought about it and said: "This piece of music is divided into three chapters, the first, middle and second. It should be based on one person's experience."

Just listen to Qin Xian slowly say:

"When I was young, I was lonely, practicing swords during the day and studying at midnight."

"When the dust is gone, the light is born, the sword is out of the sheath, and the world is chasing the deer."

"Foreign achievements through the ages, ambushes from all sides, the end of a hero's end."

"Three days and nights of wind and snow, a song for battle, and I spent my whole life writing it. This should be written by a dead person, but how can a dead person compose it? Weird! Now I want to know who wrote this song." He said to himself Talking to himself, he seemed stunned.

The pavilion was silent, no one dared to disturb his thoughts.

After a long time, Qin Xian waved to the side of the pool and said with a smile: "Little girl, please come forward."