Spiritual Furnace

Old man A rotten green robe, such as the lonely scholar in the secular world, lying on a wicker chair, holding a bottle of gourd in his hand, drinking a bite of wine, but the whole human has a sense of elegance. .

Above this stall, there are four items.

An ancient zither, a set of chess with an endgame, an old character, a painting!

There is also a wooden sign next to it that reads:

Play the piano and get the piano!

Break the game, you can get chess!

Get rid of the puzzle, get the word!

, you can get a picture!

Nursery is not deceiving, every time you choose a try, one piece low-grade Immortal Crystal!

In the curtain, Chu Yan showed a ray of light, but did not speak. Liu Yueying and Yu Tong also looked down on the four items.

“Old Zhang, you have absolutely a problem with this piano, it doesn’t play at all!”

“This game is a game without a solution. No one will break open!”

“Is there a no answer to this puzzle?”

“There is only one grass in this painting, and it can have What’s meant!”

……

At this moment, the onlookers said with a sigh of relief.

Obviously, these four items are out of the ordinary, otherwise everyone will not come to try, but after many attempts, no one can take this old thing, which makes everyone feel annoyed. This old man will not be a lie!

“You guys, the old husband didn’t say it, don’t try without confidence. All this is voluntary. The old man doesn’t force you, don’t want to try it, let it go, don’t block the old man to make money!”

The old man was impatient with the first few people.

When everyone listens and wants to refute, there is no discourse. Of course, they are willing to do so. Moreover, although no one can get any of these four items, it does not prove that no one can do it.

“I’ll try!”

At this moment, a young man dropped a low-grade Immortal Crystal, which was moved towards the ancient zither, and the both hands were placed on the ancient zither and began to play.

Vientiane Great Perfection’s cultivation base!

Chu Yan light flashes, this person is light, but it is a Vientiane Great Perfection.

However, no matter how crazy the move, the strings are not moving in the slightest, and their both hands are already covered with blood.

“younger generation is low!”

Finally, the young man sighed, and under the fist, turned and left.

“I am going to break the game!”

I saw a white haired old man coming out, and by the end of the mess, began to try to break, but soon, it was sweating, and finally sighed and left.

On top of that ancient word, I wrote a sentence:

Under the world, What is the biggest? What is the smallest?

“Heavenly Dao is the biggest, Divine Sense is the smallest!”

Someone dropped an Immortal Crystal and said to the old man in Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi old man shaking his head.

“Sky Universe is the biggest, the thought is the smallest!”

Another person dropped an Immortal Crystal and opened it.

Tsing Yi old man continues to shake his head.

This question is simple, but no one can answer it. Everyone is anxious.

There are also people, a painting.

There is only one grass on this picture, and there is nothing left in it. But there is always a feeling of incomprehensibility in the paintings. The feeling makes them sure that this painting is not a thing, but the meaning of this painting. No one can say it.

For a time, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one stood up to continue the challenge.

“The sky is like this. Since no one is challenging, the old man has to collect it!”

The old man in Tsing Yi opened his mouth and put it into a small hill of Immortal Crystal.

Chu Yan complexion changed, just to speak, behind is a voice coming:

“Senior is slow!”

As soon as this sound came out, everyone was silently moving towards behind opening.

I saw four old men striding forward. The four old men each had a robe. The robe of the robe was clearly embroidered with the words ‘qin’, ‘chess’, ‘book’ and ‘painting’.

“It turned out to be them!”

Chu Yan, a smile in my heart.

“It’s them!”

“They are coming again!”

“This stall has been stalled for ninety-nine years. The four of them will come once a year. Although the four people have lost ninety-nine times before, but they understand the four arts far more than ordinary people, this time they will succeed. ?”

……

Everyone immediately talked about it, and it is clear that these four people have a good reputation here.

Tsing Yi old man came forward, immediately frowned and impatiently said: “You guys, how come again, every time you fail, stupid like a cow, also good intentions, shame not shame!”

When the four people heard it, they immediately got a complexion.

If you are told by outsiders that the Four Great Sects Sect Master is so spoken, I am afraid I will be shocked.

It’s true that these four people are the Emperor of the Emperor. In the ancient battlefield, the four people also cooperated with Chu Yan to fight the Starry Sea and the ancient survivors, so even if the four men came to this, Chu Yan was the first to notice.

“Senior, this time I have a big comprehension, I can certainly challenge success!”

Qin Huang said.

The other three are also analogously open.

“Okay, okay, this is the hundredth time. The last time, if it fails today, don’t come again in the future. The old man doesn’t want four guys who are stupid like a cow!”

Tsing Yi old man licked his mouth and opened his mouth.

The four men looked at each other, and the emperor took the lead and came out, solemnly put down an Immortal Crystal, and then walked to the ancient zither.

“Piano…”

Qin Huang opened, both hands slammed.

Under this press, the strings were actually pressed.

In the eyes of everyone, all the time, no one can let this string move in the slightest, but the people in front of it do.

However, this piano still did not make a sound.

Qinhuang slightly frowned, but then, the immortal strength on the both hands flowed and madly played.

Under the madness of the fiddle, the seven strings are constantly beating. However, no matter how the strings beat, there is still no sound.

The emperor complexion became more anxious, biting his fingertips and dropping a drop of blood.

The blood fell and turned into a blood mist. Under the blood mist, the strings were covered with a red light.

Nearly, just a little bit, and a little more…

Qinhuang is in the middle of his heart, he only feels that the distance between the piano is getting closer and closer, however:

“Hey!”

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