Spiritual Furnace

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Hua Mengqi didn’t speak at the moment. She knew the character of the master. Even if she wanted to meet her, the teacher would never agree. At this moment, she only chose to believe Chu Yan.

The nine-color ancient zither Phantom floats in the void.

Chu Yan Meng Qi, opening: “Qi Er, you are a song “Sauvignon Blanc”, for the husband’s heart, there is a song in the heart, today, a song “long companion”, in the future you and my husband and wife often accompany, do not separate!”

“Ok!”

Hua Mengqi nodded and tears flowed down.

“Hey!”

Chu Yan’s ancient operation, turned into the ancient Devil’s gas into the ancient Confucian spirit, the both hands slammed the strings, and immediately zither melody flowed out.

“A long lovesickness touches my heart, I want to be with you, and I am still a day…”

At the time of playing, Chu Yan felt it and sang softly.

This song of this life, let countless people dump it, the voice reminds everyone to think of the person they miss the most, remembering the most happy days of the two together.

Affectionate for a long time, true love does not need to say much!

A long companion, affecting everyone’s heart, everyone is intoxicated.

The auditorium is also shaking wildly.

Ten rings!

Twenty ring!

……

Almost breathing, it surpassed the fifty ring.

Soon, it surpassed the seventy rings!

Then, it reached the eighty ring!

Hua Mengqi’s seventy-two ring has been surpassed, but everyone is not surprised, all this is in everyone’s sense.

In the end, the auditorium actually rushed out of the ninety ring.

At the end of the song, it was actually a hundred rings.

This inspection stone, the limit is one hundred rings, that one hundred rings still want to rise, but it is no longer able to rise.

“Hey!”

Chu Yan both hands Press the piano, in the void, the nine-color ancient zither disappears.

There are tears on his face.

“Hey!”

At the same time, the inspection stone burst open.

These pieces of music have surpassed the limits of the inspection stone.

There were countless people shed tears, and Hua Mengqi had already turned into tears.

“Challenge, success!”

Referee old man, can not help but open his mouth, tears, his thoughts of his lost dao companion, his life’s love.

Beyond the hundred rings, the explosion will be tested.

This matter, when it was unprecedented, even if it was dead, the Emperor only reached the 96 ring.

“The old man has said that there is no limit to music. In the future, this music will not need to be used again! Haha…”

The ancient Confucian heart was very happy, and immediately laughed and said.

Chu Yan does not say that the next step is to come over the painting.

Above the painting, the scrolls have already been laid, and Chu Yan’s seven-character pen has emerged, closing the eyes again.

The same is the seventh interest, after the seven interest, he opened the eyes, Meng Qi: “Ji Er, for the husband today, everything for you, this painting is for you, for the first time to paint, only paint you, draw us !”

When the words fell, Chu Yan’s body of ancient Confucianism moved to peak, and countless memories emerged in his mind.

“If there is a memory in the painting, there is an intention in the painting. There is no memory in the painting. How can it be intentional!”

Chu Yan can’t help but recite the next moment, the pen in his hand, began to flow.

However, this remark was to shock the countless practitioners present.

There is a memory in the painting, but the painting is intentional, there is no memory in the painting, how can it be intentional!

Yeah, if there is no memory in the painting, how can there be a Domain…

Many people, the brain is constantly roaring, there is a sense of squatting.

Chu Yan’s brush in his hand has begun to flow. He has never painted, but he has memories, memories that have never been seen before with Hua Mengqi. Under the operation of the ancient Confucian spirit, the brush keeps walking…

Above the picture, a little boy, and a little girl appeared.

The little boy, seven or eight years old, the little girl is eleven or two years old, the two children are running around on the grass.

Just after Chu Yan’s remarks, everyone can guess at the moment that these two children are Chu Yan and Hua Mengqi when they were in their childhood.

Soon, Chu Yan’s painting has been drawn.

In the picture, on the grass, the little boy put a kite, the little girl chased behind, and the faces of the two were filled with pure smiles.

Such childhood memories, Chu Yan has not been turned up for a long time, but today, was opened again.

The eye of painting is directly on the painting.

Immediately, the painting bloomed like an unprecedented rays of light, and the scenery in the painting actually floated out, little boy, little girl, lawn, sky…

Everything turned into Phantom floating in the air!

Even the little boy and the little girl ran up in the sky, the crowds ran, they flew kites…

All this is so real!

Ten percent of the painting!

Painting is ten percent, and painting is true!

This painting has become a party, Tiny World, and it has become a treasure. In the painting, there are little boys and little girls.

“Challenge, success!”

Referee old man, open at the moment.

Ten percent of the paintings, unprecedented, the people present, all shaking.

You must know that the painting master can only achieve 90% of the paintings!

“Ji, this painting is yours!”

Chu Yan opened, the scroll rolled up, and moved towards Hua Mengqi.

Hua Mengqi took the picture, tears could not stop, only felt that he was the happiest woman in the world.

“Good, ten percent, and painting is true, you are very good!”

Ancient Confucian rock is also undisguised appreciation.

Chu Yan, under the fist, once again raised a step, the next moment, came to the book.

Blank paper is already in front of you.

Chu Yan closed eyes again, the whole scene was silent, no one opened, all eyes were with the color of expectation.

In the end, Chu Yan opened his eyes.

Meng Qi said: “For the husband is not a scholar, will not make poetry, do not understand too much speech, today’s tens of words, only turned into this word!”

This statement fell, Chu Yan’s mind, countless images with Hua Mengqi emerged.

In the end, the seven-character pen in his hand was written on the white paper.

One stroke!

Just one stroke, no stay, under the flow, wrote a big word.

情！

A love word is better than thousands!

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