The Legend of Immortal Yun

The last time Qinghong tried to snatch Xianxian at the Qingyuan Gate, but Kong Kong Pirates took action first. Later, he and Xiangyun Fairy chased Kong Kong Pirates, but they lost him and returned home in vain.

This experience made him feel depressed. He had already put Kong Kong Pirates on his must-kill list. However, after many days of tracking with Fairy Xiangyun, nothing was found, so he had to give up temporarily.

Remembering that they wanted to watch Mu Yun condense in Leshan, the two of them rushed over. The Star Reaching Competition happened to be held here, so they stayed here for a while.

Today he came to Leshan alone for a visit. He walked around here and was greatly shocked. He did not expect that Mu Yun's song could condense such a fairy mountain. Even he seemed to be inferior to the power of its Taoist rhyme, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. Feeling.

Hearing Ji Gao's piano music just now, he admired it in his heart. He wanted to take advantage of the excitement and accept him as his disciple, but he didn't expect that Ji Gao was actually from Tianlai Garden, so he decisively gave up.

Tianlaiyuan has a great background, coming from the upper realm. There are countless masters in the garden, and they cannot afford to offend. Qinghong knew this very well.

"Huh? That little girl is here too?" Qinghong was startled.

His spiritual consciousness was extremely powerful, and he had long seen a group of young monks coming here to play. Among them was the little girl who conducted the harmonious drum music at the Qingyuanmen concert. She was naturally Zi Qi.

Although Zi Qi did not show her skills in solo performance, Qinghong was deeply impressed by her ability to conduct a group of musicians, and the person who caught his eye must be a genius.

"Among my disciples, there really is no one with such potential as her..." Qinghong thought to himself.

He originally wanted to accept Zi Qi as a disciple, but then he thought about it. Zi Qi did not show any talent in solo performance, so it was difficult to judge. Moreover, Qing Yuan Sect had lost Xian Xian. He took action to steal other people's disciples.

So he gave up the idea of ​​accepting disciples again, lay alone in the pavilion, and quietly felt the charm of Taoism in this mountain.

…

"Hehe, come on everyone, there is a pavilion here where you can rest!"

Zi Qi smiled playfully and walked into the pavilion with Chu Nan, Zhang Xiu, Xian Yue, Hua Fan, Ye Mao and others.

Turning his eyes, he found someone sleeping in the pavilion, and there was a fifty-nine-string Yao Qin next to him. He immediately connected the two. It seemed that this person must be the one who played the Qin here just now.

The sound of the piano just now was so pleasant that it attracted them, but they did not expect that it was this young Confucian scholar who played it.

Seeing that the Confucian scholar was sleeping, several people consciously stopped talking and adjusted their breath.

Suddenly, a young man hurried in from outside, it was Ji Gao.

He followed Le Feng to accompany the guests from Dashang. After chatting for a while, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten the Yao Qin. This was an extremely precious Qin, called "Songfeng", after his father Ji Yan. The birthday gift I gave you came quickly.

When I saw that the harp was still there, I breathed a sigh of relief. With a wave of my sleeve, I put the harp into my spiritual ring. I was about to leave when I suddenly heard a soft scolding: "Stop!"

Ji Gao looked back in surprise and found that it was a little fairy with two towering braids and two shallow dimples on his round face.

"Fairy...what's the matter?"

"Take out the piano!"

"Why? This is my piano!" Ji Gao asked curiously.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you, who looks like a human, to be so shameless. You stole the piano while others were sleeping, and you dared to claim it was yours!" Zi Qi said angrily.

"I... stole the piano?!" Ji Gao was confused by Zi Qi's words.

"Why, you still don't admit it? We all have seen it. This harp is the harp played by this sleeping Confucian scholar. You came from outside and you have evil intentions when you see this harp. I advise you to hurry up. Put it back, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude!”

"You...really saw him playing this piano with your own eyes?" Ji Gao asked suspiciously.

"this…"

Zi Qi was startled. Looking back, she had never seen this person playing the piano with her own eyes.

"If he can really play my pine organ, then I will give it to him directly to avoid the reputation of stealing it!" Ji Gao said loudly.

"Pine organ?"

When Ziqi and others heard this,

They looked at each other and couldn't help but hesitate. This person could actually name Qin. Maybe he might have wronged him.

"Yes, this piano is a birthday gift from my father. I was playing the piano here just now, but I left because of something urgent and forgot to take it with me. Now I just come back to pick up the piano." Ji Gao explained.

Zi Qi's mind was spinning and she was about to let him go when she suddenly saw the sleeping Confucian scholar turning over, opening his eyes and saying, "If I can really play this pine organ, how can you deny it?"

Ji Gao was startled when he heard this, and said harshly: "Huh, why should I deny it? If you can really play this piano, I can just... give it to you!"

"Okay! This is what you said, you can't go back on it!"

"Never regret it!"

Ji Gao flicked his sleeves and the pine organ was put back again.

He was extremely calm in his heart. This piano was of a very high level, and it was not easy to control. Moreover, he was playing fifty-nine strings. Such a level was not something that could be achieved by just meeting someone in a place like Daxia. Damn it, things can't be such a coincidence, right?

Qinghong turned over and sat up, came to the piano stand, and took a closer look at the piano. He found that the material was excellent and the workmanship was exquisite. It was obviously made by a master.

Qinghong had also heard a little bit about Ji Yan from Tian Lai Yuan. He was a master violin maker. It seemed that he had specially made this violin for his son.

"Matsuwind..."

Qinghong's eyes lit up when he looked at the two characters carved on the piano. They were powerful and charming.

With a flick of his sleeves, the piano has been tuned to eighty-nine strings. Although his musical skills have entered a niche, it is on the jade flute, not the Yao Qin. However, being able to control eighty-nine strings certainly shows that he also has extraordinary attainments on the Yao Qin.

When Ji Gao, Zi Qi, Chu Nan, Zhang Xiu and others saw this, they were so surprised that their mouths opened so wide that they could stuff a big duck egg.

"Is this person... an exaggerated person who actually uses this trick to bluff people?!" Ji Gao yelled in his heart.

"The breeze and the bright moon are in my arms, and the pines and cranes listen to me playing the piano..."

Qinghong chanted in his mouth and played it with his hands, and the sound of the piano gurgled out like a spring.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Qinghong in shock, with an incredible look in their eyes.

Qinghong smiled and played casually. With his piano skills, he could completely subdue these boys with just a small test, which was of course no problem.

"This mountain is a gathering of trees and clouds. Although there are many plants and trees, it lacks the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds..."

He murmured in his mouth, took out the jade flute from his waist, played the harp with one hand, and blew the flute with the other. The harp and flute harmonized, and the fairy music was ethereal, echoing around the world.

Shadows of people flashed, and Feng Qingyuan, Le Feng, Feng Hua Xue Yue and others arrived here a moment later. When they saw this scene, they were stunned: "Hua Shen Qinghong?!"

As one of the gods of Dazhou, Qinghong has a great reputation. These people are all prominent figures in the world of Dashang cultivation. They have close contacts with Dazhou, so they all know Qinghong naturally.

But he didn't expect that the famous Transformation God Qinghong would actually appear in a small place like Daxia.

More and more people gathered here. Xia Kurong, Yang Wenqing, Yang Mingdeng and other leaders in the Daxia cultivation world were alerted and came one after another.

Wow!

Everyone suddenly exclaimed and saw flowers growing suddenly all over Leshan, blooming one after another.

The flowers are blooming, the fragrance is floating, the birds are singing, the bees are flying and the butterflies are dancing, making people feel like they are in a spring garden and never want to leave.

The song ends, but the lingering sound is still there, lingering around for three days!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Qinghong stood up and looked at the beautiful scenery everywhere. He was in a very happy mood and couldn't help laughing.

Feng Qingyuan woke up and quickly saluted: "Greetings to Mr. Qingzun!"

"Oh? Xiaofeng...are you here too?" Qinghong was slightly startled.

"Lord Qingzun, this is my Yuanfangzhai's Longyefang City. Why don't you come to my place to talk?"

"I see, that's fine!"

The two of them, Le Feng, Feng Hua Xueyue and others quickly left, leaving countless people in the mountain still unconscious in the garden.

…

Li Yun had a panoramic view of Qinghong's performance in Leshan, and he couldn't help but smile. It seemed that he really wanted to compete with Mu Yun.

When I disguised myself as Mu Yun and gathered on this mountain, the power of Dao Yun was still higher than that of Qinghong at that time. Moreover, with the speed of my progress, the power of Qin Yun at this time was already one step higher than that of Qinghong at that time. Therefore, it is impossible for Qinghong to surpass himself.

However, this is only in terms of the rhyme of the piano. You must know that there are endless ways of music and many musical instruments. If you want to reach the ultimate level of music, you must have attainments in all instruments. Even, no matter whether they are musical instruments or not, as long as you can Things that make sounds must be studied and achieved. Only then can we achieve the ultimate goal in the path of music.

In the true path of music, the musician can move the music with him every time he makes a move, and he can pick it up at his fingertips. There are solid sounds, imaginary sounds, bright sounds, dark sounds, external sounds, and internal sounds. The sounds follow each other, the sounds resonate, the wonderful sounds of heaven!

One person can create a world of sound, where people can be immersed in it, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false!

Li Yun has already understood the level of music. At this level, watching Qinghong's performance today is just for appreciation!

He looked at a musical instrument room in the space warehouse. Various musical instruments were displayed in a dazzling array, each of which was the best of the best. As he became more familiar with it, his understanding continued to deepen.

"Master, it is no longer possible for Qinghong to catch up with you! Your target should be those Great Lezuns in the spiritual world." Xiaoxing said.

"Qinghong also has something to learn from. His skill in playing the flute is extraordinary. The jade flute has ninety-nine sound holes. In this lower world, he is the only one who can play it!" Li Yun said.

"And you, master!"

"Haha, but as you said, my goal should be in the upper world."

"That pine organ looks good, the master might as well get it!" Xiaoxing suggested.

"No, this is Ji Gao's thing. If I want a good piano, I will go to his father to order one."

"Master, Tianlaiyuan has a lot of research in making musical instruments. Why don't we copy its tricks? We will definitely be able to make instruments that are worse than any of them!"

"That makes sense! Musical instruments made by oneself are definitely better to use!" Li Yun's eyes lit up.

A large part of Tianlaiyuan's business income comes from the sale of musical instruments, and their production secrets are naturally valuable.

…(To be continued.)