Cultivation In Troubled Times

When they came to the middle hall, they took their seats one by one. Jiu'er sits beside Wang Feng angrily, with frost on his pretty face. He doesn't even look at him. And Wang Feng, also pretending not to see, from time to time with the public to talk and laugh a word or two. With the clapping of Hun Shan's hands, the people stopped talking and laughing. A thin sound of silk and bamboo came. The drum was faint, but the sound became clear and loud.

The fragrant wind blows and blows. When they looked at it, they saw a line of women in green standing out of the two corners of the central hall. They walked lightly, holding musical instruments, or Xiao or flute, or Qin or Zheng, or bronze bell and iron drum, or gold Sheng and silver cymbal. There were many strange sounding instruments, which could not be used one by one.

In the middle of the main hall, there were 50 women in green standing in a row. They all saluted at the top of the hall. Then they hid on both sides of the hall and never saw them again.

After a while, a strong but not pungent, warm and refreshing fragrance came. After several chimes, the music began to ring again. But a moment later, the bells and drums were singing together, and the sound of silk and bamboo was loud.

A woman in red, with long sleeves like clouds and a light shirt like fire, flashed from mid air, then descended slowly and danced to the ground. Then, two more women in orange and yellow skirts fluttered down, singing and dancing with the woman in red.

Soon after, three more women in green, green and blue skirts fell from the sky. Like the three women who had fallen to the ground, they sometimes formed a formation, sometimes scattered, and danced with the rhythm of music.

After a while, suddenly I heard a change of tune, with a big wind. The drum is rumbling and the iron organ is clanging. In the melodious sound of the bell, a woman in a long purple dress is slowly exposed from the ground. She is in the middle of the six women in man dance, like a cluster of purple stamens.

Watching the seven women in colorful clothes singing and dancing, everyone quietly enjoyed. Only the black demon king, who was sitting opposite Wang Feng, looked at Jiu Er frequently. His eyes twinkled with greed and evil, and he was absent-minded.

In the presence of people, cultivation is higher than the black spirit, in the face of the black spirit seems to be intentionally or unintentionally rude move, either do not care about things, or hinder the soul of the face, pretending to ignore. Just all these, where conceal Wang Feng and nine son own eyes?

The music is long and the dance steps are full. Although the music is good, it will come to an end. After the song was over, Hun Tan said with a smile, "I've heard for a long time that the music of Shangjie sound family is the sound of nature. There is no match for it. I don't know if we can enjoy it or not by taking this opportunity." Then he stood up with a solemn face and bowed to the head of the Sheng clan.

The folk art of the demons' sound family has always been the best in the world. Among them, Tianmo Bayin is the most popular. If you listen to the eight sounds of the demons, you will feel confused and confused. You will be crazy and hard to control. What's more, you will be stupid all your life or you will have to die; When people with advanced cultivation listen to it, they will not only have no harm, but also have a clear mind and a peaceful mind, and the whole body will flow naturally. A rest is comparable to the work of several months of meditation. Therefore, those with low accomplishments are as afraid of the eight sounds of demons as tigers, while those with advanced accomplishments regard them as sounds of nature.

In the face of the host's request for propriety, it's not a good dream. He flatly refused. He took a look at the wild and illusory heart, and finally nodded to the soul. The soul eats the great joy, immediately under the hand eight people first sound some: "when listening to the music later, if you have any discomfort, don't resist, leave as soon as possible." Then he brought a long table and put it in front of Yimeng.

Also dream of black veil mask, black skirt xuandai, exposed skin is like snow like jade. She stretched out her slim hand and brushed it gently on the long table as if to wipe away the dust. After her sleeve slipped over the table, a six foot Guqin appeared on the table, its color was black and its strings were golden.

"Don't be nervous, I have my own discretion!" Looking at the dignified face of the five demon kings opposite, Yimeng spoke slowly. Her voice was delicate and soft. For a moment, she couldn't recognize her age. She seemed to be a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old. But if she was a middle-aged woman, people in this room believed it“ Today, I only play the fourth, but I don't need the rest! It's just for you to have fun! " Shaking his sleeve, he reached for the piano.

"Ding Dong" sound, like a clear spring flowing, like a heavy hammer, people's hearts can not help a shock. Wang Feng said in his heart: "the eight sounds of the heavenly demons are played in her hands. It's longer than that. It's incomparable. When you compare with her, it's really a small thing to see a big thing in terms of the power of the music! "

The sound of the zither is like water, flowing and reverberating in the whole hall. Most people's eyes are slightly closed, as if wandering in a clear spring. It's natural and refreshing. There were only a few demon kings. Although they didn't open their eyes, sweat stains appeared on their forehead after a moment. In this song, people's accomplishments are very clear.

In less than a moment, a song was coming to an end. All of a sudden, there is a sharp sound. The sound of the piano stops suddenly, and the remaining sound is circling around the beam“ The sound of "Pa Pa Pa" rang out, and soul food took the lead in clapping. As the crowd applauded, their faces were still full of excitement, and their spirits soared.

Also dream slightly bowed, a light brush, the long piano on the table has disappeared.

"Today we have to listen to the music of nature from the patriarch. We are really blessed!" When the applause was a little exhausted, soul food saluted the dream again, and then said with a smile to the crowd, "only if there are songs but no songs, there will be more regrets! Next, it's up to us to make a fool of ourselves! " As soon as the tone was mentioned, the soul ate again and said in a deep voice: "where is Roushi? Write a poem as soon as possible to make the guests happy

One of them came out from the corner of the palace. His hair was gray and his air was elegant. He was Roushi yaozun, the director of the imperial palace.

A few steps forward, Rou Shi saluted the crowd, and then said with a smile, "don't blame me for making an ax at the door of work! The name Roushi means "although the stone is soft, it can break the sky"! It's my wish to accept the order of Jun and recite a Fu in order to win a smile from the honored guests! "

After that, he sat on the ground with his knees crossed. With his hands turned, a small and exquisite bronze drum had been placed on his knee. With a small hammer in his right hand, he began to sing in unison: "the first judgment of Hongmeng, the first division of heaven and earth, and the final determination of the five elements. It is difficult to understand the Yin and Yang turbid and clear. No matter what is good or evil, we should distinguish between good and evil with our own heart. "

It has a powerful voice, a beating drum, a vast meaning of words, and a strong melody. Compared with the eight sounds of heavenly demons, which are also dreams just now, it has another Soul-catching feature.

Just listen to Rou Shi continue to sing: "Fang Yu, you can watch me walk alone. Nine days of thunder, water and wind, light and cloud. Sunshine armor, moon reflecting sword, autumn high murderous horizontal. The dead body is broken, the white bones are built, and the blood is sprinkled endlessly. Good guests come far away and try to get drunk together

A drum beat, singing stopped suddenly, Roushi demon Zun's "hundred word order" finally stopped singing!