Sovereign of the Era

After half a column of incense, Lin Yun and Yue Weiwei see muxueling.

Pavilion water, nine winding corridor courtyard, muxueling is playing the piano by the pool. On the piano table, there is an ancient book carved with bamboo slips.

"Elder martial sister, you play very well."

Month Wei Wei goes up to boast way.

Lin Yunshen has the same feeling. It is not too much to say that the ancient music played by the other party is the sound of nature.

Her musical attainments are beyond Lin Yun's imagination. Lin Yun even feels that she can go further at any time, reach the top of the world and understand the sound of the dragon.

Muxueling does not smile on weekdays, but dotes on the moon Weiwei. Seeing her coming, she shows a faint smile on her face.

Lin Yun in the heart, you can see the true appearance of muxueling.

Her body is covered with a light morning light, like bathing in the quiet and distant holy light, high above, like a goddess general can not be blasphemed.

That month, after Weiwei explained her intention, muxueling changed her face slightly, and looked at Lin Yun and said, "I can only guarantee your safety, but I can't guarantee that you can get the God's order."

Wind god order, thunder god order, the combination of wind and thunder is God order.

With the order of cangshen, you can open up many ancient heritages of Canglong. For people in Langya Tiangong, it must be a dream to wait for a long time.

But it's hard to say whether you will agree with Lin Yun.

Three thousand years will make the legend become a myth, and one hundred thousand years will be even longer. The oath left by the predecessors may not be abided by by later generations.

"I see, thank you very much"

Lin Yun nodded.

He is not interested in controlling Canglong. With the assurance of muxueling, he has the capital to negotiate with Langya Tiangong.

"It's OK. Ben Sheng is very happy when you get to the top of Langya list." Mu Xueling looks at Lin yundao.

Are you happy?

Lin Yun laughs, this can really feel completely.

"Brother Yun, you have already got the top of the Langya list. Will you still play the piano and flute after you leave Tiangong?" Yuewei asked.

Lin Yun was stunned when he heard the speech. He should be able to.

Just like this crazy, should not be.

"Then you can play well today." Yue Weiwei knows what he thinks in his heart and says softly.

Muxueling looked at him, picked up the bamboo roll next to him and left quietly.

"It's better not to make a fool of yourself in front of your face." Lin Yun is not very willing.

Muxueling can play at least 100 times better than him. Playing the piano in front of this man is just like Li Yuxi wants to compete with him. The gap is too big.

"It's OK. You play very well. Ben Sheng likes it. You have the edge that other music can't have. In fact, before the Langya grand meeting, you had more restraint, but there was always something missing. You can simply integrate the idea of sky and sword into it. "

Mu Xueling's right way.

Lin Yun looked at her and didn't know whether it was true or not. However, he was praised by muxueling, and he was very happy.

"I'll try."

Lin Yun stepped onto the stage and thought for a long time, but he didn't move.

Although he said that muxueling was better than himself, when he really wanted to play, he still felt that he could not let the other side look down on him.

"Brother Yun, you can play it at will. Elder martial sister won't laugh at you." Month Wei Wei sees Lin Yun some arrogant Jiao, light voice smile way.

"All right."

Lin Yun put his ten fingers on the string and played the ancient music of the past, plum blossom, three Nongs.

When the sound of the piano rises, both Yue Weiwei and Mu Xueling feel that they have not heard it. They only think that the melody is beautiful and the artistic conception is noble and pure, like plum blossom standing in the snow.

Ice flesh and jade bone, cold and fragrant.

But I didn't think much about it. With the continuous flow of the music, their faces gradually changed.

Mu Xueling, who is reading by the pool, puts down the bamboo roll and looks over involuntarily.

The melody of Qin music fluctuates, static and dynamic, rigid and soft. The various forms of plum blossom seem to be close in front of you, and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant.

When playing the most exciting overtone, Lin Yun changes his fingers and plays the same tune repeatedly.

But each time the mood is different, as if plum blossom in the wind and snow, "who knows? Maybe others think so... " Wan Lei teaches Chen Jun with a smile.

Two people lost yesterday very embarrassed, see Lin Yun is not in today, have no much respect to Yan Tianchen.

Yan Tianchen smelled speech to look back at an eye, smile, did not care with two people.

In the first ten, Lin Yun and Yue Weiwei didn't come, and Li Yuxi had already left, so there were only seven people present.

The master of Langya palace and other people were sitting on a ship.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Jiang Yingtian landed on the boat and quickly came to him and whispered a few words in front of him.

"Really?"

The master of Langya palace put down his glass and said, "it's really not the right time to come."

Other people don't know what they mean. They don't know who the leader of Langya palace is talking about.

When they were wondering, there was an ethereal melody outside Shuangyue lake, and they saw a group of people floating in the distance.One man and nine women, the handsome men are extraordinary, the women are all dressed in white, skin like snow, light posture, are one of the best in a million.

Yan Tianchen and others, who are talking quietly in front of Sansheng tree, have changed their faces, and their eyes are full of surprise.

Each of the nine women played different musical instruments, such as Yuxiao, bamboo flute, or pipa, playing ancient music with extraordinary artistic conception.

Flying into the sky, their melody, let the crack of the sky burst open, countless stars fall.

Those falling stars, dancing in the rhythm of the air, evolved into a strange and magnificent vision, which surprised people.

Among all the stars, the man in Tsing Yi in the middle is holding a flute and falling slowly.

"People of Shenle family!"

"Sheng Shou Qin Xiao, plum painting!"

All of them were evil spirits in the holy land. They had heard of the people of Shenle aristocratic family. When they saw the man in green, they recognized his origin.

Several people all felt great pressure and looked dignified. They didn't expect that there were people from the Shenle family.

The plum painting fell ten miles away from Sansheng tree. After bowing to the master of Langya palace, he went straight to Sansheng tree, and nine saints beside him opened the way.

Plop!

At that time, many people were pushed away by invisible force, and a road was opened up on Shuangyue lake.

Mei Zi walked without expression, his eyes staring at the Sansheng tree, his eyes showed a thoughtful color.

He looks cold and proud, eyes only Sansheng tree, Yan Tianchen and others did not look at.

Shua!

Jiang Yingtian on the boat fell down and looked at Mei Zi and said, "Mr. Mei, you are a little late."

"Not feeling well."

Plum painting looked back at Jiang Yingtian and said with a slight apology.

"How do I hear that Mr. Mei was in the holy city of heaven seven days ago? Now the Langya feast is over. According to the rules, Mr. Mei is not qualified to play with Sansheng tree. " Jiang Yingtian's brow is light, which shows Langya temple's attitude.

Everyone was surprised that the plum painting had already arrived.

What do you mean he's only here now?

Meizihua laughed and did not speak.

There was a pretty maid beside him, and said haughtily, "little master, since you have invited my son, there is no need to continue the Langya feast. Is there anyone who knows music better than Shenle family? You don't look down on my childe if you let him compete with others! "

Is a maid so proud?

Zhang Juan and Chen Jun, including Qin Hao and Hua Hongyu, are not very good-looking. Even people from the Shenle family don't need to be so arrogant.

Jiang Yingtian frowned slightly and said with a sneer: "as you say, this Langya feast doesn't need to be held. Just give the top one to your son."

What else did the woman say, but plum painting waved her hand.

"Li Yuxi is the first one." Plum painting understatement said.

"No

Jiang Yingtian's light way.

"Oh?"

Plum painting slightly surprised, immediately said: "who is the top of the list, I have no interest, I just want the fruit in his hand, and the top ten places, in addition to me, plus my nine maid, just right."

As soon as this speech was said, the people on Shuangyue lake suddenly became angry. This guy is too arrogant.

More than Lin Xiao!

Zhang Gu said coldly: "plum painting, you don't care much about us. If you want to take three fruits, you can't accept the top ten places."

"Do you know the music?"

Plum painting has no light way.

Zhang is one of the most famous poets in the world. His face is red. He is a master of the voice of sages and sages. He even says that he doesn't understand temperament?

"Since I don't understand, what's the use of this quota? It's a waste to play with Sansheng tree." Plum painting is staring at Sansheng tree path.

"Plum painting, don't go too far!" Zhang prisoner said angrily.

Plum painting did not look at him, casually pointed out: "Lv Qing, you teach him."

"Yes, sir."

A woman in white came forward with a flute in her hand and looked at Zhang prisoner and said, "I'm offended."

After that, he began to play the flute in his hand. In an instant, the sound wave was surging, and a huge momentum was surging out. It is hard to imagine that this general trend was played by a woman.

Other people pushed away. Zhang's face changed slightly, so he took out his flute to deal with it.

At the same time, the two Xiao sounds in Shuangyue lake are surging at the same time, playing different visions to compete on the lake.

The result is unexpected, less than a cup of tea, Zhang prisoner is defeated.

Poop!

His music is in disorder. He spits out a mouthful of blood and is directly shaken out by the sound wave.

Chen Jun quickly stepped forward to hold him. Zhang Gu looked at each other in amazement and said, "Meixue God points to it!"

It's the fingering of Shenyue family. It's inherited from ancient times. It can communicate with the spirit of plum blossom and play the ancient rhyme of plum blossom. It is said that it comes from a great power who can communicate with God through music.On Shuangyue lake, there was an uproar. Before plum painting, a maid defeated Zhang Gu.

Yan Tianchen frowns slightly. This guy is not good at coming!

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