Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 620

In a garden, the melody flows, like water from a high mountain, falling from the sky, falling into the mortal world, and attracting people into the country. Extricate yourself.

Apart from Gu Zhi, there are many people around here, these people are holding the piano, or holding the pipa, or holding the jade flute... There are all kinds of musical instruments, men, women and children, but they all seem to be stunned, Once settled, Lin Xuan looked at this scene, smiled faintly, and walked in.

In this garden, he felt the breath of the eight-legged emperor. In the middle of the garden, there were eight people sitting around, all of whom were emperors. They played a piece of music handed down from generation to generation with different instruments.

Qin, pipa, flute, flute, se, xun, sheng, drum, eight musical instruments, and eight emperors, compose a song together. In this song, there are eight sounds, which seem to sing in unison, and seem to be in harmony with each other. Struggle for the Front, the Eight Ways, ordinary people will naturally be brought into it when they hear it, and enter the sound realm.

This is fighting music. If you immerse yourself in the music, you will be defeated. The person who persists until the end is the final winner. You can play a solo at the end and be the saint of music!
Lin Xuan walked into it, instead of sitting around with the eight people, he walked directly to the middle, crossed his legs, took out the Fengqiqin, and looked at the eight people around him, with a smile on his face.

The eight people all glanced at Lin Xuan, their expressions slightly concentrated, but the movements in their hands did not stop.

The reason why the eight people sit around is very inquisitive. In this way, each of the eight people receives the same music, but Lin Xuan walks directly into the middle, which has already committed a crime. Taboo.

Sitting in the middle is equivalent to one person receiving the music of eight people, one against eight!

"Young man, you can't come here, go away, sit for a while, your life will be in danger."

A voice sounded next to his ear, Lin Xuan looked at the person who was speaking, it was a person holding a jade flute, dressed in a flowing green dress, he was an elegant middle-aged man with a dignified face.

"Thank you!"

Lin Xuan's voice also reached this person's ears, but he didn't leave. He was still sitting among the eight people, stroking the strings with his hands, his eyes were slightly closed, his breath sank, and the surrounding space became silent.

The ancient scriptures of Enlightenment operate on their own, making the mind as calm as the eternal starry sky, and the sound of a piano flows out of Lin Xuan's hands.

The sound of the piano was continuous, not hurried, not like the eight people, like a mountain pressing down on the top, majestic, but giving people a kind of tranquility on the contrary, but there was a breath of death in the silence, which made people feel suffocated.

Lin Xuan's piano technique comes from the Jiuyou Qu, no matter how he plays it, there is always the dead silence of the Jiuyou Qu, which is usually not too obvious, but today one person alone against eight people, it is inevitable that it will be revealed.

Surrounded by octaves, the momentum is like a mountain, and it is like a tsunami, which is about to drown the world and engulf Lin Xuan. In this turbulent wave, Lin Xuan is majestic and motionless, like the eternal sacred mountain, eternal!

Time passed, and it was an hour in a blink of an eye. With a muffled groan, blood flowed from the mouth of an emperor holding a xun, his eyes gradually lost his expression, and his mind had already sunk into the sound of Lin Xuan and the other eight people.

The first person lost!
With the first one, there will be the second one, and soon, another person spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the drum in his hand was stained blood-colored, and it sank into the sound environment in just a moment.

"Puff puff!"

Three muffled hums in a row, the three of them lost again, their mood was broken, they were drawn into the sound realm, and three strands were missing from the melody. Lin Xuan sat among the eight of them, still looking indifferent.

Jiuyou Qu, one of the inheritances from Fengtian Temple, can it be compared with ordinary common sounds? Even if they have lived for thousands of years, people who have become enchanted with Qu and Music still have a gap with Lin Xuan .

This is the starting point. Lin Xuan's starting point is too high, so high that these people can't compare.

One hour, two hours... After half a day, the music in the garden has not stopped, only two qin sounds are left confronting each other, both are qin, but they have two completely different feelings.

One side is like the water of a river, bursting down its embankment and submerging the earth, its momentum is unstoppable, but the other side is as quiet as the eternal starry sky, no matter how vicissitudes of the sun and moon, the cycle of life and death, it will never fluctuate.

Seven of the eight emperors sitting around Lin Xuan had already lost seven of them, and there was only one person left. This person Lin Xuan knew, was the Le Qianqiu who had been invited to the Piaomiao Tower, known as the Dayuan Qinhuang.

Da Yuan Qin Huang, the No. 1 sound channel recognized by Qian Yu, also met his opponent today, and the fight was inextricable. This person was Lin Xuan, with a faint smile, stroking Feng Qi Qin, with a calm expression.

As the sun sets at dusk, a round crescent moon rises from the sky, and soon this crescent moon sets again, a ray of red clouds tearing through the sky, it has been a day and a night, and the music of the piano in the Misty Tower has not stopped.

"Chila!"

Suddenly, a broken string sounded, breaking the sound environment, and the sound of the piano on the other side also stopped. Everyone suddenly woke up. Looking at the scene on the field, everyone was shocked.

There were only two people sitting upright in the arena, one was someone they were familiar with, Sound Channel No.1, Le Qianqiu, and the other was a young man, sitting in the middle of eight people, with the same name on his lap. piano.

Who wins?Everyone looked at the two of them, and finally their eyes fell on Le Qianqiu. On his piano, a string flew up with a gust of wind.

The strings are broken, and the loser is Le Qianqiu!
The final victor was this young man, who did not know when he entered the garden, sitting in the middle of the eight emperors, fighting alone with eight of them, including Yindao No.1, but he won.

"who are you?"

Among the eight people, a woman in green clothes holding a pipa asked. This woman was dressed in green and had a kind of cool beauty. She looked at Lin Xuan with shock in her eyes, not only her, but everyone else as well.

"Little friend, it's been a month. I thought I'd never see you again, but I didn't expect you to appear like this in the end."

Lin Xuan didn't speak, but Le Qianqiu took the words. He looked at Lin Xuan with a wonderful expression on his face. Although he knew that Lin Xuan's vocal skills were very profound, he never thought that one day he would defeat him.

"Sorry, I've been practicing for a while, and I forgot the time. I just came today, and I kept everyone waiting."

Lin Xuan clasped his fists and looked at the people around him. They all returned the salute and also bowed their hands to Lin Xuan. As for the outermost Gu Zhi, he also woke up from the ground a little bit, his mind was muddled.

Hearing a few vague words, it seemed that the eight emperors had lost, and the winner was someone else. Suddenly, his expression was startled, and he woke up instantly, and a voice came out of his mouth.

"Son!"

At this sentence, everyone was shocked. They looked at Gu Zhi with an ugly expression on their faces. Gu Zhi also realized that something was wrong. Seeing countless eyes looking at him, his body froze.

　I don't know why, I can't change the chapter name, that's it :-D
　　
　
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