The sudden sound of the piano was like a cold wave rising from the depths of the ice field, sweeping across the whole venue with endless killing intent. "This" It was just a syllable, and everyone's face changed instantly, looking at the young man with cold eyes in the field. Su Changqing came with full of blood and expectations for the world. But those unreasonable cold words made him angry and disappointed at the same time. "The world of books should not be like this." The disappointment and anger in his heart made Su Changqing completely and perfectly integrated with the song he was talking about. Qin Sha·Ghost God Abyss! The most killing and the strongest artistic conception among the immortal arts. In the past, when Su Changqing played in his spare time, he just forced himself to copy the artistic conception of the song. Although he had entered the Tao, he was still inferior.
But now the anger in his heart and the killing intent in the song are perfectly integrated, and for the first time, the artistic conception and Tao rhyme of Qin Sha are fully displayed! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Su Changqing sat in front of the zither, his eyes calm, his fingers dancing like a mad demon, his black hair fluttering. The low and rapid rhythm was like a divine weapon unsheathed, with a cold light flashing and piercing the sky. The horrifying killing intention that made people's scalps numb rose up. The infinite rich Taoist rhyme enveloped the whole scene in an instant. At this time, everyone in the courtyard was silent, looking at the young man beside the zither with boundless shock. The sound of the zither lingered in the ears, and the peaceful and peaceful courtyard in front of them collapsed in an instant, as if they had come to the battlefield of ancient times. The golden swords and iron horses galloped on the battlefield, and the gods and demons danced wildly and fought against the world! The charge of thousands of troops and the roar of endless creatures! At this time, every note was like a divine sword unsheathed, whistling with a monstrous killing. Kill! Kill! Kill! The roars exploded in the ears, and everyone present was pale and sweaty on their backs. Many people were completely immersed in the boundless artistic conception, as if a sharp sword was pressed against their throats, and retreated in fear. "Zheng!"
When the last murderous sound of the zither fell, Su Changqing gently stroked the zither with both hands, and the trembling strings stopped instantly. In the courtyard, you could hear a pin drop, and there was complete silence. After a while, a trembling whisper rose. "Enter the Tao!" Boom! A stone stirs up a thousand waves. At this time, everyone could no longer suppress the horror in their hearts and looked at the calm boy beside the zither. Enter the Tao! Even if they were not Confucian disciples, they knew clearly how terrifying the music of the Tao level was. That was the pinnacle of the four arts of Confucianism, and it was much more powerful than the heavenly grade of the life seal. There was a saying in Confucianism. The four arts of the great Confucian may not have entered the Tao, but the four arts of the Tao level can definitely be included in the ranks of the great Confucian! Because, that is the pinnacle of one art, and it can be the existence of the world's teacher! "How is it possible? He is already a great scholar at such a young age." The sneer on Chu Ze's face disappeared, and his eyes were full of disbelief. His music, which was at the peak of his skill, was an outstanding existence even in Confucianism. But in front of Su Changqing, it was simply a joke, crushing him by more than one level. The people who had just mocked by Bian Xing were now dazed, with shame in their eyes. Su Changqing was not worthy of evaluating Chu Ze? It was Chu Ze who was not worthy of Su Changqing's evaluation! Only now did they understand that Su Changqing's evaluation of "OK" was not a derogatory comment, but a comment that gave Chu Ze enough face. Otherwise, it would not be an exaggeration to say that a great scholar at the level of entering the Dao was unbearable to hear. "Brother Changqing, you actually have such a method?" Zhou Yu murmured in shock, looking at Su Changqing with a look of disbelief. Su Changqing, but a martial artist! A martial artist, actually has music in the Dao? Zhou Yu felt dizzy, and was in awe of Su Changqing's terrifying accomplishments. Xian Banmeng, who was worried at the side, looked at Su Changqing with sparkling eyes.
"It's actually the music of the Tao level. This Mr. Su is so strong." Xian Banmeng's music is also very good, but facing the song Su Changqing just played, she can only admire. Only those who understand music can deeply understand how terrifying the song just now is. Whether it is skills, artistic conception, or Tao rhyme, it is simply impeccable. "No wonder he said that the song he knows is not suitable." "Such a terrifying killing artistic conception, is it because he is afraid of disturbing the elegance of everyone present?" Looking at Su Changqing, who was sitting beside the piano with a calm expression, Xian Banmeng's red lips were slightly raised, and her eyes were full of appreciation. She is not bragging. Facing this charming fairy, no man can resist showing himself. But Su Changqing, who was at the Dao level and could crush everyone's music, had no intention of playing at the beginning. This mentality made Xian Banmeng feel good about him. ... The scene was quiet for a long time. Su Changqing let out a long breath and stood up gently. The disappointment and anger just now were all vented with the end of the song. "It's just a dispute of wills. There is no hatred or resentment. Why get angry with him." Su Changqing shook his head and smiled, then looked at Zhou Yu, and smiled gently: "Brother Zhou, thank you for bringing me here." "But this place is not suitable for me, so I'll leave first." After the voice fell, Su Changqing turned around and walked out of the courtyard. There was no counterattack against Chu Ze's ridicule, nor was there an overwhelming momentum of overwhelming the whole audience at the end of the song. Since the paths are different, then leave quietly. Su Changqing has always had a gentle personality, and has never been an aggressive or unforgiving person. "You are worthy of being a Confucian genius who has entered the Taoist level. This is the style of everyone." Xian Banmeng secretly praised Su Changqing in his heart. His eyes looked brighter at Su Changqing, and his good impression doubled. "Senior Brother Changqing, walk slowly." Zhou Yu couldn't help but show admiration and bowed. But at this time, Chu Ze and others, who had just made taunts and directly attacked, looked ashamed and angry. It would be fine if Su Changqing even scolded them. But putting them down so lightly makes them look as mean as clowns, making them feel so uncomfortable that they almost want to vomit blood.
"Brother Su, stay." Just as Su Changqing was about to leave, a young man holding a folding fan blocked his way with a smile. "Brother Taoist, what are you doing?" "Brother Su is so talented, why did he leave in such a hurry?" "It's just a different way." Fengling sneered when he heard this, "What a difference." "Brother Su conquered the whole audience with his skills and just wanted to leave in style. Where would I be left?" Su Changqing was stunned when he heard this and said speechlessly: "Do you need me to point my nose at you and scold you before you can leave?" "Brother Su is joking." Fengling said with a smile but not a smile: "Brother Su can't be allowed to be more beautiful than before. I'll just wait and watch, right?" "We have already seen Brother Su's music, how about we have a competition?" "This time I will use calligraphy and poetry as the theme. You can use the Dream Fairy as your theme." As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up and they looked at Su Changqing with a sneer. Want to run after you dominate the field? How could such a good thing happen? They had to overpower Su Changqing and regain the lost face. Otherwise, how would Fairy Meng look at them? They couldn't compare to the music, but they didn't believe that Su Changqing was so strong in other aspects! Fengling was the direct son of the Feng family, and he practiced Confucianism and Taoism. Although calligraphy has not yet entered Taoism, his artistic conception has already begun to take shape, and his poetry is even more outstanding. With the four Confucian arts, he was able to overpower Su Changqing, although it was still far behind the stunning Dao-killing song. But you can always get some face back. "Brother Su, you can't just leave after defeating Brother Chu with your melodies, right?" "Yes, even if you are not good at calligraphy, Brother Feng has already invited me, so you have to give me some face." "Hey, I think I'm just afraid of losing. Maybe I can only take advantage of Yiyun." Everyone's words to each other completely stirred up Su Changqing. Zhou Yu frowned, and Xian Banmengye's pretty face was slightly cold. They could see that these young prodigies were unwilling to come to the stage and wanted to overpower Su Changqing once. "It seems like you can't leave any longer than me?" The repeated provocations made Su Changqing quite tired, "Whatever, Brother Feng, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
"Haha okay." After hearing Su Changqing's promise, Fengling picked up the pen on the table beside him and wrote two lines of poetry with the pen moving like a dragon. This poem is catchy, the font is like a surging stream, and the artistic conception is extraordinary. When everyone saw this, they were full of praise. The calligraphy of the word "meaning" was already in style. "Brother Su, it's your turn." Fengling looked at Su Changqing with a confident smile on his face. Everyone present looked at him at the same time, smiling half-smilingly, thinking about how to evaluate him later. Su Changqing looked as usual, picked up the pen on the table beside him, and wrote two lines of short poems like a dragon flying like a phoenix. "Everyone takes your leave." Without waiting for the outcome, Su Changqing slightly cupped his hands and turned to leave. But at this time, wanton mocking sounds sounded from behind. "Haha, it's actually a blank scroll, don't you even dare to write it down?" "Haha, it seems that he knew he would lose, so as not to humiliate himself." "Look, Brother Su is walking so fast, hahaha." The sarcasm echoed from behind, causing Su Changqing to pause slightly as he left. He was not angry, but just shook his head and laughed twice, "How can a frog at the bottom of a well see the moon in the sky?" "The Tao is different, the Tao is different, hahaha." With a burst of hearty laughter, Su Changqing left the courtyard without any nostalgia. Everyone present looked at each other in confusion when they heard this, not understanding what Su Changqing meant by what he said. At this time, Xian Banmeng looked at Su Changqing's leaving figure. After a moment, he slowly came to Su Changqing's desk and looked down. "This is." After Xian Banmeng felt it carefully, he couldn't help but look shocked. She also couldn't see the words on the paper, but she could feel the majestic Taoist rhyme. "Dream Fairy, what's there to see on a piece of white paper?" Fengling came with a fan in hand and said with a smile on his face: "This is a poem for Fairy Meng. I hope the fairy likes it." As he spoke, he handed over the poem he had just written. However, Xian Banmeng did not look back, and still frowned at the white paper in his hand. After a moment, she didn't know what she thought of, and her eyes trembled slightly.
laugh! The extremely pure spiritual power was released and poured into the white paper. The next moment. "hold head high!" The thundering dragon roar resounded from the courtyard. From the blank paper, fishes emerged one after another and turned into dragons, soaring in the sky. Endless Taoist rhyme explodes, and fish and dragons dance together! The courtyard, which had been a little noisy just now, fell into silence again. Everyone stared blankly at the sky, with confusion and shock in their eyes. "It's time to enter the Tao again." Xian Banmeng's slightly trembling voice sounded, and her beautiful eyes looked towards the direction Su Changqing left, full of disbelief. Rhythm, entering the Tao. Calligraphy is actually a Taoist art! This young master Su has reached such a level in Confucianism. Thinking of the hearty laughter of the young man just now, Xian Banmeng looked up in a daze. "Turning back and smiling, a hundred beauties are born" "The six palaces are pale in comparison" Xian Banmeng's eyes were shocked again, and he murmured in a trembling voice, "Is it written about me?" "Sure enough. So beautiful." These two short lines of poetry, none of them describe her beauty. But she is beautiful to the extreme. There are countless beauties in the six palaces, and all the beauties in the world are collected, but the smile of the beauty makes the six palaces pale in comparison. At this time, everyone present looked at the disappearing back at the exit of the courtyard, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time. The young man came for only a few hours, but he made all of them a joke. "A frog in the well, how can you see the moon in the sky?" Xian Banmeng smiled suddenly, like a hundred flowers blooming, beautiful astonishingly. She looked at Zhou Yu and asked with a chuckle, "Brother Zhou, Mr. Su is the disciple of which Confucian and Taoist master in Zhongzhou?" "Can you help introduce him to someone in the future?"
Women and men are no different. Excellent people can always make the opposite sex fall in love with them. Xian Banmeng is like this, and Su Changqing is also like this. Zhou Yu, who had not yet come back to his senses at this time, was silent for a moment after hearing Xian Banmeng's question, and then smiled bitterly and said, "Changqing doesn't practice Confucianism, he practices martial arts!" As soon as these words came out, Xian Banmeng's smile froze on his face, and the others looked dazed. ... "I'd better participate in those occasions less in the future. The world is not as good as I thought." On the bustling streets of Tianyun City, Su Changqing thought of his experience just now and couldn't help complaining in his heart. He didn't see the young man pointing out the world with high spirits, but he saw a lot of hypocrites who were jealous of each other. "Forget it, I'll just have less dealings with him in the future." Su Changqing shook his head and looked around, "Let's find an inn to stay and wait for Brother Zhou's notice." Originally, he wanted to go by himself, but on the way to Qilin Mansion, Zhou Yu said that there was some chaos in the surrounding area recently and many people died. Tomorrow, Zixiao Kingdom will arrange a flying boat to escort the people who came to celebrate the birthday. For safety reasons or to avoid getting lost, waiting for another day is the best way. Thinking of this, Su Changqing didn't hesitate and just found an inn to stay in. After a simple settlement, he set up a few formations in the room, and then took out a rusty bronze bell. "Does this thing need to be sacrificed before it can be used?" "I don't know what this thing is used for." Su Changqing looked at the so-called sea burial secret treasure in his hand with curiosity in his eyes. The day after tomorrow, he will go to celebrate the birthday, and the gift must be prepared in advance. He sat cross-legged and practiced his skills, and a chaotic palace of life emerged from his head. The bronze bell in his hand fell into the palace of life, and endless chaotic energy washed away. As time passed, the rust on the bell fell off clearly, and a touch of golden aura bloomed from the bell. In a blink of an eye, a day passed, and the bronze bell was completely washed away and shone. But Su Changqing looked at the bell in his hand, but couldn't help but look curious. He waved his hand gently, and the bronze bell floated into the air. "Big." As Su Changqing spoke softly, the small bronze bell suddenly changed to more than one person tall.
"Bigger." Swish! The bell grew in the wind, but it hit the roof of the inn in a moment. Su Changqing stopped in a hurry, walked forward and knocked gently. Dong~ The deep and low bell sound echoed from the narrow space, and the aura filled the whole room, as if it was about to break through the sky. "It has no grade, is solid, can be big or small, and has other unknown magical properties." "Hiss~" Su Changqing scratched his head in distress, "What if I don't want to give it? This seems like a good thing." He originally wanted to find a similar bell to disgust the Liu family. But who knew that he accidentally got a good treasure, which was a pity to give it away. "Forget it, if the Liu family really can't take it, I'll take it back when the time comes." Su Changqing smiled and nodded with satisfaction at the bronze bell in front of him. It can be big or small, the bell rings loudly, and it can also bloom with divine brilliance. When he gives the gift, he will turn the bell to the maximum and knock it hard a few times. Swish, that scene "It will be spectacular, right?" Su Changqing showed expectation in his eyes, and then put away the bell with a chuckle. And at this moment, the communication talisman on his waist vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was indeed the news that Zhou Yu was leaving, but the content inside made Su Changqing's eyes fixed. [Brother Changqing, a large number of dark cultists have emerged and are leaving early, come quickly! ] "Dark cultists?" Su Changqing's eyes showed doubts, and he whispered softly, "What is that?"