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Chapter 448 This song is called Pipa Xing

"In the middle stage of becoming a god, who will fight?"

Facing Chu Ning's domineering words, the monks on the scene felt extremely relieved.

In the entire Central Territory, except for a few monks in the East China Sea who were facing Dingfeng Island, their positions were not on Chu Ning's side. The monks who appeared on the scene at this moment were all on Chu Ning's side.

the reason is simple.

Chu Ning is the light of the Central Region.

What's more, the people who came to target Chu Ning this time were all people from the upper realm. The monks from the middle realm didn't need to think about it to know which side to stand on.

The faces of Jiuxiao Holy Land Holy Lord Qin Canghai and the other three people turned cold. A junior transformed into a god acted so arrogantly in front of them. This was a provocation to their authority. In the past, they would have been slapped to death.

"I will fight this battle!"

In the void, another figure stepped out.

Dressed in white, he looks handsome and handsome, like a peerless prince.

Seeing this figure, most of the monks in the Central Region looked puzzled. It was obvious that they did not know this powerful man in the middle stage of divine transformation.

"The third prince of the Ziyue Dynasty, an extremely unique person."

Jiang Zuo whispered, and Lu Sizhong asked curiously: "Old Jiang, it seems that you know the upper domain very well. Have you been to the upper domain? And why is the third prince of the Ziyue Dynasty so unique?"

Lao Jiang?

Jiang Zuo's mouth twitched when he heard the title Lu Sizhong. This title was brought out by Chu Ning.

Chu Ning likes to call others with the word "老" in front of them. To use Chu Ning's words, calling someone "friend" seems too unfamiliar. A true friend should have "老" in front of his last name.

Lao Jiang, Lao Tong, Lao Li...

He originally didn't want to agree, but this guy Chu Ning said, friends with deeper feelings are called Lao Tie in their hometown.

Old iron 666.

Lao Tie is family, and family is Lao Tie.

Thinking of the title Lao Tie, Jiang Zuo felt that Lao Jiang was a little more pleasant to his ears.

"I once traveled to the upper realm with my master. In addition to the soul realm, I have set foot in the other four realms. The third prince of the Ziyue Dynasty is different from other monks. Other monks practice the various arts of cultivating immortals mainly to provide assistance. Cultivation, but this one is different, this one is obsessed with the music art among the hundreds of arts."

Jiang Zuo introduced the third prince of the Ziyue Dynasty. The expressions of everyone present were a little surprised. Among the hundreds of cultivating arts, music art has very few people practicing it, and generally it is mostly female cultivators, with very few male cultivators. There are those who practice music, let alone those who are obsessed with it.

"In the Ziyue Dynasty, it is well known that the third prince has no interest in the throne. He is the only prince in the Ziyue Dynasty who has not cultivated his own power. Don't underestimate this third prince because of this. Emperor Zhou of the Ziyue Dynasty has no interest in this prince. The third prince is extremely fond of him, far more than the eldest prince and the second prince."

On the other side, when Zuo Xuan saw Zhou Xiaojun's figure, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This time for Chu Ning, he did not invite people from the Ziyue Dynasty. The reason was that Emperor Zhou of the Ziyue Dynasty had some prejudice against the Soul Realm and did not want to see their Soul Realm people.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaojun would take the initiative to come this time.

"It's great that His Highness is willing to take action on Wednesday."

Since Zhou Xiaogong is willing to take action, Zuo Xuan will naturally not stop him. Although Zhou Xiaogong takes action very few times and no one knows his specific strength except himself, he is the third prince of the Ziyue Dynasty, and Emperor Zhou is against him. I love you very much, and you must have a lot of treasures in your body.

Even if Zhou Xiaogong loses in the end, Chu Ning will never win so easily. A lot of trump cards will inevitably be used up, and the Ziyue Dynasty and Chu Ning will also turn against each other.

No matter Zhou Xiaojun loses or wins, it is not a bad thing for him.

Zhou Xiaojun listened to Zuo Xuan's words and did not respond. Instead, he looked at the three holy masters of Jiuxiao Holy Land.

Seeing that Zhou Xiaogong ignored him, Zuo Xuan's face turned cold. Zhou Xiaogong felt that he couldn't make the decision at all. The only ones who could really make the decision were the three Holy Masters of the Nine Heavens Holy Land.

This was indeed the case, but Zuo Xuan still secretly resented being ignored by Zhou Xiaojun.

"Third brat of the Zhou family, if you want to give it a try, go ahead. However, this battle is about life and death, so you have to think carefully."

Ning Wuji smiled and said, among the sons of Emperor Zhou, the one he liked the most was Zhou Xiaogong. There was competition between the two dynasties, but the third son of the Zhou family had no intention of competing for hegemony at all. Studying music and art will not pose any threat to the Zijin Dynasty.

Therefore, his last reminder came from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you Emperor Ning for the reminder."

Zhou Xiaojun nodded, looked at the Holy Master again, and said respectfully: "I have met the Holy Master. I, the junior, would like to say hello to the senior on behalf of my father."

"I didn't expect your father to still remember my old bones." The Saint Master smiled warmly.

"Senior is joking. Looking at your name, no one in the whole North knows about it."

Being humble and courteous is like taking a breath of spring breeze.

Zhou Xiaogong gave all the monks present the impression that he was a gentleman.

Therefore, even if they knew that Zhou Xiaogong was here to challenge Chu Ning, many monks present did not have as bad a view of him as Zuo Xuan.

After saying hello, Zhou Xiaojun turned his eyes to Chu Ning.

"When we were competing for luck in the Central Territory, it was a pity that I was already over the age. I never thought that I would kill a dark horse like you. This prince's move has nothing to do with the Shan Sect, and it is not to be an enemy of the Dan Territory. It's just I just want to compete with you.”

After hearing Zhou Xiaogong's words, all the monks at the scene realized that this person was not here to target Senior Chu, but just wanted to compete with Senior Chu.

If it weren't for these three battles proposed by Senior Chu, I'm afraid this person might not show up.

"it is good."

Chu Ning nodded. From the Holy Master's attitude towards this person, he was sure that this person was not lying and that he had indeed caught up with such an opportunity by chance.

"The emperor has prepared three pieces of music for you. As long as you can listen to these three pieces of music, you will be considered the winner."

Zhou Xiaogong didn't talk nonsense. He flipped the palm of his right hand and a flute appeared. He sat down cross-legged in the void.

The white robe fluttered in the wind, Zhou Xiaogong tapped the flute hole with his fingers, and a crisp flute sound came out melodiously.

The sound of the flute washed away the sound, and all the monks present felt refreshed.

The sound of the flute made the palpitations caused by the pressure they had just suffered from these powerful men dissipate, and at the same time, the spiritual power in their bodies slowly recovered.

"I will not take advantage of you. This sound can restore your condition to perfection."

As soon as Zhou Xiaojun said these words, the monks at the scene were even more sure that this was a true gentleman.

"Is this person really like this, or is he just pretending?" Lu Sizhong muttered, and Jiang Zuo said, "This is Zhou Xiaogong's behavior. In the Ziyue Dynasty, even the eldest prince and the second prince , no one can satisfy everyone, but no one will be dissatisfied with the third prince Zhou Xiaogong, and his behavior is very comfortable. "

"Whether you are a hypocrite or a real villain, if you are a hypocrite and can always maintain a disguised face, you are also a true gentleman."

Tang Ruowei's red lips parted slightly. This was what Chu Ning had said to her.

Hypocrite is not a derogatory term. If a person is willing to be a hypocrite, it shows that he at least has integrity in his heart.

Chu Ning smiled and did not answer. In fact, killing Lin Tan did not consume much of his energy, but the sound of the flute indeed restored him to his best condition.

All the arts of cultivating immortality have their own uses, and the sound of the flute is worth a sixth-grade recovery elixir.

In addition to restoring his condition, Chu Ning believes that Zhou Xiaogong's music has other functions. It seems that besides refining elixirs, music art is also a way out.

With this additional status, he is very popular everywhere.

Zhou Xiaogong's gestures changed, and the sound of the flute changed from melodious to sharp. Many monks who were watching listened from a distance and felt the uncontrollable surge of spiritual power in their bodies.

Even though they were far apart, one could imagine how much pressure Senior Chu, who was bearing the main attack of the flute sound, was under.

"Something."

The corners of Chu Ning's mouth rose slightly. Just for a moment, the Yuan Power in his body was out of control and running independently. But the next moment, the peaks in his Dantian trembled, and the Yuan Power returned to stability.

Shan Zong.

The motionless as a mountain formula.

What matters is stability.

If he wants to use the rhythm of music to make his Yuan Power lose control, the third prince is afraid that he will make a mistake.

Seeing that Chu Ning's expression did not change, Zhou Xiao's flute sound became sharper. The monks around him closed their five senses and stopped communicating at this moment.

If they don't close their five senses, their spiritual power will burst their bodies and they will die in the next moment.

"The third son of the Zhou family has his own uniqueness in terms of music and temperament. Unfortunately, he met Chu Ning. The soul of the Shan Sect is extremely stable, and it is difficult for him to be aroused."

Qin Canghai spoke slowly, and his words were recognized by the other two. With their eyesight, the three of them could naturally see the power of Zhou Xiaochan's flute. If it was another mid-stage Jindan cultivator, it would not be possible for him to deal with it so easily.

It can only be said that Shan Zong just restrained this flute sound.

"Your flute is of no use to me."

Chu Ning looked at Zhou Xiaogong and spoke calmly.

Zhou Xiaojun smiled and nodded, putting away the flute without any reluctance.

The next moment, he raised his right hand, and a pipa appeared in his hand.

"This is the second one."

Zhou Xiaogong plucked the strings with his slender fingers, and invisible energy rippled along with the sound waves, spreading to all directions.

A feeling of sadness began to spread around him.

In the distance, there are birds whining in a low voice with a sad voice.

The vegetation bowed and the animals wept.

The monks who were watching were all secretly wiping tears under their Nascent Soul.

Who can cultivate to the Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul Realm, who has not come all the way through such hardships, and how many bitter tears in his belly burst out at this moment.

Several people couldn't help but burst into tears.

Crying, this journey of cultivation is not easy.

I cry that my old friend has passed away, and from now on I will only be walking alone on the path of cultivation.

……

“There’s something about this music.”

Lu Sizhong's eyes were bright. He glanced at Tong Xianfian and Zhang Ji beside him. He felt as if he had discovered a new world. He asked curiously: "How come you two are also infected?"

"You think everyone is like you, the young master of the Lu family, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has never experienced the hardships on the road to cultivation." Tong Xianxian said angrily.

"The hardships of cultivation are bearable, but along the way, like-minded friends and old friends have passed away one by one. The sound of the piano just evokes this melancholy. The musical attainments of the third prince of the Ziyue Dynasty are simply incredible. Incredible.”

Zhang Ji also answered. The music not only aroused the sadness in his heart, Zhang Ji found that the energy in his body was filled with sadness at this moment.

"To be honest, if I were to take action now, I would only have 50% strength left."

"I'm better than you, and I can probably still perform at 60%." Ji Shanchong on the side followed.

"The more people have experienced and the more sadness they have hidden in their hearts, the more their strength will be suppressed after listening to this music. I'm afraid this is just the appetizer."

Jiang Zuo looked at Chu Ning. He wanted to know what state Chu Ning was in at the moment.

Chu Ning's eyes were lowered, and he seemed to be in some kind of depression. Seeing this scene, Zuo Xuan had a smile on his face.

next moment.

Chu Ning raised his head and stared at Zhou Xiaogong.

"The enemy came to battle in front of Danshan Gate, and the maple leaves and flowers rustled in the autumn. I felt happy to kill the enemy, and I raised my wine to drink without the orchestra. Suddenly I heard the faint sound of the ancient harp, and I looked for the sound and secretly asked who was playing it..."

Chu Ning sang loudly, Zhou Xiaogong's eyes lit up, and the piano played faster.

"The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft indicate feelings before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sound and the voice is thinking, as if complaining of a life of failure. With low eyebrows, the formalities are continued and the playing is continued, telling all the infinite things in the heart.

"The big strings are noisy like heavy rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The noises are all mixed up, and the big and small beads are falling on the jade plate. The orioles are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the springs are flowing under the ice. The ice springs are cold and the strings are frozen. , The condensation will never pass, and there will be no sorrow and hatred. Silence is better than sound at this time."

……

"What is the name of this word?"

After the song ended, Zhou Xiaojun immediately asked.

"This word has no name. Since His Highness the Third Prince is interested, let's call it "Pipa Xing"."

(End of this chapter)