forget the river mirror

Chapter 133 Spiritual Sound
Mirror Profound Realm, Pingluan Academy.

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The schools of Pingluan Academy are arranged according to the gossip. The school of Limai is located on Liwei, and each school has nine floors.

And Lin Chuan stood at the door of the school on the first floor for a long time before walking in stiffly.

It's not that there are mountains of swords and fires ahead, it's that this school doesn't look like a school at all.

The original position of the podium was cast into a platform half a meter high, surrounded by pink gauze curtains, and the platform was already full of students.

In the middle of the table, sat a girl with a pipa in her arms. Even if she was sitting upright, her graceful figure reflected a beautiful figure on the pink curtain, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

Lin Chuan has never seen this scene before, he just heard the senior brother talk about Goulan listening to music, but he doesn't even know where to open the Goulan gate.

But right now, he could only think about Jiang Luo, while meditating on "see no evil", he quickly moved behind the crowd, and began to look at Li Mai's classmates from this year, so as to distract himself.

Lin Chuan was not the last to arrive at the school. After him, many students came one after another. When the door of the school closed automatically, there were exactly 99 people left in the room.

Most of them are scholars, but most of them are from poor families. There are only six Confucian disciples, the remaining seven are Taoist disciples, and eight monks.

As for how to tell the difference between the children of poor families and the children of Confucianism, one only needs to look at their clothes. After all, not everyone can wear the white robes of Confucianism.

Most of that group of humble scholars were maintaining the manner of a gentleman, but they couldn't control their eyes and kept glancing up at the table.

Those Confucianists really did not look at evil, but when they looked at Lin Chuan, they did not hide the anger in their eyes at all.

Among the seven members of the Taoist school, only the two youngest were lying on the edge of the table openly and just about to lift the curtain to go in. The remaining five sat cross-legged on one side, closing their eyes slightly, all looking She didn't seem to wake up.

Only those eight monks suffered. Where have they seen this scene? If it is said that a great monk like Kong Lu may have been to a similar place, but the fact that these few people were sent to the academy by Buddhism proves that It is not welcome to see in the Buddhist sect.

But they didn't dare to leave the school. After all, it was the first morning class after entering the academy, so they all turned their backs to the table and silently recited the meditation mantra there.

Except for the girl on the stage, there were only three female cultivators among the students, and all of them wore veils, so their faces could not be seen clearly.

After Lin Chuan looked around, he finally calmed down, raised his head and cast his eyes on the center of the table.

And at the moment when Lin Chuan raised his head, the curtain suddenly lifted automatically without wind, and the eyes of the two happened to meet.

Lin Chuan's gaze was instantly attracted by the girl's fiery red hair, and this girl did not hide her face with a veil like other female cultivators.

The already fair skin was set off by the red hair like fat, under the slightly upturned corner of the eye, there was a small tear mole, just looking up, it expressed a thousand amorous feelings.

The pure white gauze dress was supposed to be flawless and graceful, but it became extremely charming because of the half of the fragrant shoulders that were exposed.

Lin Chuan didn't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that the girl looked at him with an inexplicable hostility.

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After the curtain was lifted, the whole school fell silent in an instant, except for the slightly heavy breathing of the students, and in the next second, the exclamation and discussion of everyone almost pushed the roof open.

Even the eight monks with their backs to the stage turned around curiously, but they only glanced at the stage, and immediately lowered their heads with blushing faces.

"Tsk. Quiet."

Lingyin raised her chin slightly, raised her delicate bare feet with disgust in her eyes and stomped on it.

With the crisp sound of the golden bell on the ankle, the school became quiet again.

"My spiritual voice, I'm not interested in your names before you enter the realm of supernatural powers. Now, let's start the class."

Lingyin did not conceal the dissatisfaction in her tone at all, but that voice with a hint of magnetism, like her slender jade fingers that began to twitch the strings, touched the heartstrings of many people.

The sound of the pipa sounded like a clear spring, and the students' hearts, which were still hot just now, calmed down in an instant.

Then, the pale cold fire that ignited on the strings of the pipa made the school become colder and colder...

Lin Chuan never thought that their Limai teacher was actually a musician!
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The cold fire drifted away with the melody, hanging above everyone's heads, and the preaching voice of Lingyin also rang in everyone's ears:

"Bodhi meditates, Wenqu is wise, Daoyan is open, there are three thousand ways, and the same goal through different paths..."

"If you have the way but no skills, you can still seek the skills. If you have the skills but no way, you will stop at the skills."

"The sea of ​​qi hangs upside down, use the Tao as the channel, and use the technique as the guide, only then can you pass through the gods."

"The realm of the gods should be based on the body, thoughts should be the way, and the law should be the technique..."

All the students, including Lin Chuan, were immersed in the sound of preaching.

In the past, those obscure classics seemed to be engraved in their altars at this time, making people understand the truth in those words as if they were born with knowledge.

In the school, except for the spiritual sound of plucking the strings, only Lin Chuan still has a trace of clarity, and everyone else is undefended, intoxicated in the enlightenment.

The voice of preaching is so terrifying!
Lin Chuan only heard Jiang Luo mention the so-called "voice of preaching".

That is a realm that all musicians dream of. Not only does it require a deep enough understanding of the "Tao", but more importantly, it needs to have a rhythm that resonates with the rhyme of the Dao.

The sound of evangelism can not only be used for teaching, but also a must-kill technique for musicians, because few monks can resist the temptation of "enlightenment".

Once the door of the heart is opened by the voice of preaching and enters the altar, it becomes a thing in the palm of the musician.

Whether it is to plant some hints in the melody, or to give a fatal blow in an undefended state when the monk is enlightened, he can quickly deal with the enemy.

Although Lin Chuan knew that there would be no danger in this school, and he also knew that the voice of preaching could deepen his understanding of the Tao, but he still didn't want to be brought into that undefended state, nor did he want to Understand the Tao in the eyes of others.

Perhaps for other students, the preaching of Lingyin can make them comprehend by analogy, but for a monk like Lin Chuan who has found his future direction, these teachings will only make him hesitate.

In desperation, he could only sink his consciousness into the altar, and handed over the control of his body to the dark avatar.

Inside the altar, Lin Chuan sat down on the shore of Lingyin Lake with a bitter face, transformed into a fishing rod, and threw the fishing line into it.

Ling An, who was standing next to him, didn't dare to breathe. Ao Ye also felt the low air pressure on Lin Chuan's body. He swung the dragon's tail in the lake, and reluctantly spat out, turning into several koi.

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On the stage, Lingyin stopped playing a long time ago, looked around at the students who were immersed in enlightenment, then took out the novel from the Najie, and started to be lazy.

But as soon as she took out the book, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Lin Chuan, because the cold fire on the heads of all the students was burning very vigorously, but the one on Lin Chuan's head was extremely dim.

"interesting……"

Lingyin muttered with great interest, and picked up the pipa again.

It's just that the tone has changed from "small strings are like whispers" to "big strings are like torrential rain".

But the passionate sound of the piano did not leak out, but rushed straight towards Lin Chuan like an arrow shot from a full bow.

"Fuck, I can't even hide!?"

Inside Lin Chuan's altar, there was a strong wind and sand, and the sudden killing intent made him throw away his fishing rod. With red eyes, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go out to fight Lingyin to the death.

Ling and An quickly stopped him.

The secret language said quickly:

"Father God! If we start first, we will lose. I know a little about temperament. We need to use rhythm to defeat rhythm. Trust me, I will definitely give you a surprise."

Lin Chuan was so affected by the murderous sound that he almost lost his mind. With red eyes, he asked loudly:
"What surprise? You translate for me, what, fuck, surprise!?"

"The surprise is that you let me go out, and I promise to subdue that little girl for every song!"

"go."

Lin Chuan directly let go of the control on his body, allowing An's clone to fill his whole body in an instant.

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Lingyin on the stage was still thinking about how long this little Wufu of the Wuji Sect would last before he lost his killing intent, but Lin Chuan in the audience suddenly opened his eyes.

Unlike when Xiao Zuo came, when Lin Chuan was controlled by the dark, his eyes and the whites of his eyes turned pure black, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent like a black mist.

But when Lingyin passed the pipa and tightened the strings to prepare for the coming attack, Lin Chuan suddenly used his spiritual power to condense a set of drums...

In the next second, the bursting drum sound tore through the force field surrounding the school, and spread all the way up to the Limai School on the ninth floor.

The drumsticks in An An's hand circulated with thunder and lightning, which actually used the power of lightning after being assimilated by Ao Ye, to give the bursting drums a tinge of electronic sound.

Lingyin's face turned pale, and one of the taut strings broke, leaving a clear bloodstain on her face.

The irritable drum sound was like a devil's voice pouring into the brain, and the pure black sparks drifted away with the melody. The students who were just immersed in enlightenment all tightly covered their heads, their faces full of pain.

Although Lingyin had never seen such a weird musical instrument, he quickly took out a lyre from the ring and hung it in front of him. His long and slender jade fingers were like fluttering butterflies, gracefully leaving behind the strings. There were afterimages.

The sound of the piano turned into a crescent-shaped sharp blade, with white cold fire attached, and slashed towards Lin Chuan.

Not to be outdone, An An used his spiritual power to control the drumsticks, and condensed a pitch-black four-string bass...

The strings of the bass are full of thunder, and the penetrating heavy metal music combined with the ultimate electronic sound has turned into a round barrier, perfectly blocking the attack of the spirit sound.

The two completely different temperaments were so inseparable for a while, it was hard for these students in the school, and some casual cultivators from poor families with weak physiques had already started to have nosebleeds.

But in the altar, Lin Chuan, who had been eliminated from the killing intent, was not happy at all.

It's not that he feels guilty because it affects other students, but after secretly taking over his body, the outfit condensed with spiritual power is really not in line with his aesthetics.

Leather shoes, leather pants, and a leather jacket are all fine, but that soft long hair stands up one by one as if struck by lightning.

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Lingyin didn't expect that she would make such a big commotion just because of a momentary curiosity, but this little thorn was clearly just a martial artist, but now he made a bunch of weird musical instruments, and the method of rhythm was far worse than hers. This musician is still like a musician.

Seeing the commotion getting louder and louder, the helpless Lingyin could only frown and speak.

The singing voice of the musician is the art of rhythm at the bottom of the box. There has been a saying among the monks: It is better to let the martial arts perform a hundred punches than let the musician speak.

To put it simply, it is better to be punched hundreds of times by a martial artist of the same level than to let a musician of the same level open his mouth. What's more, Lingyin is already the pinnacle of the spiritual realm, and it is only a matter of time before he steps into the way of harmony.

The high-pitched voice of the spirit sound that hit the soul directly, like the singing of a sea monster, instantly penetrated the black sound barrier surrounding Lin Chuan.

And the same broken sound barrier is the wooden wall of the school behind Lin Chuan...

In an instant, Lingyin's singing spread throughout the academy.

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"This is... Lingyin? Didn't she go to take care of the new students? Who offended her?"

"The singer of the underworld... her reputation is well-deserved."

"Let's go to Limai Academy to watch the fun."

No matter if you are a freshman or an old student, no matter how high your cultivation level is, as long as you are still a human being, you can't change your habit of watching liveliness.

In just a few seconds, the outside of the Limai Academy was full of onlookers, most of whom had attained the level of supernatural powers, so even the mid-air became a bit crowded.

At this time, An An, who was almost swept away by the spiritual sound, was clenching his teeth, struggling to hold on, and finally got a chance to perform in front of the Father God, how could he give up so easily.

Taking advantage of Lingyin's breathing gap, An finally seized the opportunity and condensed a suona...

The sound of the suona, combined with the high-pitched singing voice of Lingyin, and the heavy metal accompaniment with its own electronic sound, instantly resounded through the sky!
The song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" actually blew out a phoenix surrounded by black flames, leaning over and rushing towards Lingyin.

At the same time, Yan Wushuang, who arrived late, also rushed to the scene.

"Lin... Lingyin!"

Yan Wushuang didn't need to think about it, it must be his junior brother who made such a big commotion, so when he arrived at the scene, he subconsciously called out Lin Chuan's name, but the word "Lin" just came out, and he reacted come over.

It just so happened that the black phoenix also rushed towards Lingyin, Yan Wushuang reacted quickly and quickly adjusted his direction, rushed towards Lingyin, and blocked her in a very chic manner.

"Wu Shuang..."

(End of this chapter)