Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 59 Half-foot Ancient Wood
His hands moved lightly on the strings, like clouds and flowing water, and a fairy mist spread around his body, making him feel very ethereal and ethereal.

His fingers seemed to be more flexible than the woman's, and he played a beautiful chapter. The music was beautiful and moving, like a clear spring flowing, and like moonlight falling down, in the hazy fairy mist. , a harmonious and tranquil scene appeared.

The sound of his piano unknowingly created a poetic and picturesque scroll, which was intoxicating. Under the cover of night, it actually attracted flocks of birds.

First, a lark was attracted, and after circling for a while, it landed on Yang Xingchen's shoulder.

Soon, an oriole flew over. He seemed a little timid. After circling for a while, he landed on the stone table of the guqin.

The sound of the piano is melodious and spreads farther and farther. More and more birds were attracted, like swarms, hundreds of them, covering the stone table, the big bluestone, and the surrounding stones.

Viewed from a distance, this is a very strange sight. Yang Xingchen is as ethereal as a fairy. The whole person seems to have gathered the beauty of heaven and earth, attracting hundreds of birds to come to him. His body blends with the heaven and earth, and it seems to have turned into a small world.

When the song ended, these little birds were unwilling to leave and danced in the night sky, exuding a bright light, making the place feel more alive.

Guqin can cultivate sentiments and help people realize the Tao. The music moves the fairy mountains and hundreds of birds come to court, which shows that Yang Xingchen's piano skills have touched the edge of the Tao and comprehended a trace of the charm of the Tao.

Yang Xingchen was immersed in the charm of this avenue. After a long time, the sound of the piano sounded again.

The melodious sound of the piano lingers around, like mountains and flowing water, looking for a close friend, and like the fairy music of Guanghan, which is not cold at high places, making people intoxicated.

Yang Xingchen's skills are close to Taoism. Under his nimble fingers, the strings seem to have been tamed. When gently plucked, various wonderful heavenly sounds are emitted, outlining the poetic and picturesque scenery.

The gurgling water is like a clear spring in a deep mountain valley. It is like a drop of dew on a pine tree. It is melodious and comfortable, just like the flowing clouds and flowing water. Keep your breath and focus, and immerse yourself in that artistic conception. A feeling of joy will arise spontaneously. , as if in ecstasy.

Then the sound of the piano became ethereal, as if someone had waved his hand and opened the curtains of night.

The moonlight is falling like water, and the fairy palace in the sky is looming. The fairies are dancing gracefully, and their figures are moving as if they are going to ride on the wind. The sky is beautiful, and the breeze brought by the dance carries a fragrance like flowers.

In the courtyard, individual grasses unexpectedly sprouted out of the ground, wild flowers bloomed, and the fragrance filled the nostrils.

The sound of the piano seems to contain incredible power, causing grass to sprout, flowers to bloom, and birds to come.

Yang Xingchen's whole body exuded a gleaming precious light, becoming agile and ethereal, as if a divine lotus was blooming.

Yang Xingchen has understood the charm of Guqin and has touched the way of Guqin.

"Xingxing, I didn't expect you to have such ability. Your piano sound is so beautiful and intoxicating." Fangfang praised.

Yang Xingchen chuckled and picked her up.

The simple days passed day by day, and Yang Xingchen felt very happy.

"It's almost time. It's time to go out and explore and see what the so-called treasure is in astrology." Yang Xingchen felt that it was necessary to take a trip.

Flying at full strength is only a distance of more than ten days.

He said hello to Fangfang, and then said hello to the elder Huanan. The elder Huanan immediately issued a task in the sect, and then it fell on Yang Xingchen.

That's right, ordinary disciples have to make a choice if they want to take on a mission. A well-connected person like Yang Xingchen can handle both official and private matters, and can also earn the sect's contribution points.

The life of a person with a backer is so simple and unpretentious.

He quickly left Taixuanmen and flew there quickly.

Soon, he heard news on the road that there was a young master named Wolf God, who was training in the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland, challenging famous masters everywhere, and never failed.

Yang Xingchen was surprised when he heard the news, this? Isn't Wolf God the pseudonym of Northern Emperor Wang Teng? The original article said that when he was fifteen years old, he was already invincible among his peers and defeated the younger generation in the Northern Territory. He once changed his name to Wolf God and trained in the Eastern Wasteland.

It is said that he inherited the great fortune of heaven and earth and obtained a nine-secret technique, Qian Zi Mi.

"Damn it, the treasure predicted in astrology must be the former secretariat, right? Is this taking away Wang Teng's luck?" Thinking of this, Yang Xingchen felt his blood boil.

So what if Wang Teng gets the inheritance from Emperor Luan Gu? So what if he is called the reincarnation of the ancient emperor? Anyone who comes across a treasure like the former secretariat will drool just thinking about it.

Thinking of this, Yang Xingchen was very motivated. No matter how awesome Wang Teng was now, he had to at least give it a try.

Yang Xingchen kept going and soon arrived at a place called Pingcheng.

This small town is located in a canyon with beautiful mountains and rivers, with a radius of dozens of miles.

The surrounding vegetation is lush and lush, with waterfalls cascading down.

On the surrounding peaks, there are also palace-style buildings. It is unknown which sect is stationed there.

Yang Xingchen entered this city. It was not a big town, but it was very prosperous.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, some selling elixirs and weapons, and some selling food and drink for mortals.

There are also some rare materials sold, all kinds of weird materials.

Looking for that feeling, he soon came to a stall.

A stall owner placed various tree roots and strange materials on the table.

Xingchen took a look at his stall, and there was an ancient piece of wood in it, half a foot long.

Yang Xingchen picked it up. There was no luster on it. He flicked it a few times and it made a clanking sound like metal.

"Fellow Taoist is really a good person. This is a treasure I collected. According to this person, he got it in a mysterious ruins. Although I don't know what it is, the treasure is only given to those who are destined." people."

"This Taoist friend's face is glowing red. He must be a person with unlucky luck. Why don't you buy it?"

The stall owner was watching people ordering food, and when he saw that Yang Xingchen had the idea of ​​​​buying it, he immediately started touting mode.

"How can I sell this rotten wood?" Yang Xingchen asked calmly.

"Ten pounds of pure source!" After carefully observing Yang Xingchen, the stall owner tentatively said a price.

Yang Xingchen took out a fist-sized piece of pure source and said, "These are the only things I have. If you sell them, I will take them away. If you don't sell them, I will pull them down."

The stall owner looked like he was in pain and suffered a loss, so he accepted a fist-sized piece of pure source, which weighed about five kilograms.

After Yang Xingchen walked around here, he found a quiet place where no one was, and then made a hexagram using astrology. Then without looking back, he set up the divine light and flew away.

He flew towards Taixuanmen quickly.

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