"You can use string sounds to transform the spirit of the Chang Xi to illustrate your piano heart. There is no need to compare the musical method. Such a precious piano is only worthy of the world's number one piano master.

I used to believe that the way of music was unparalleled in the world, but now I have been defeated.

Forget it, this is what I borrowed from you to use.

When I return from Penglai, this piano will belong to you."

These words made Yaoqin's eyes widen.

I saw Yang Tao smiling and said to her:

"You little girl is not bad. The Saint of Yaoqin in my teaching back then finally lived up to the bloodline of Liehuojun. Shen Qiu, you guys are really lucky. If you can get this couple, you must treat them with your heart in the future.

If you are not good to me, my younger generation, don’t blame me for not giving you the face of the Wangchuan Sect.”

"The head coach was joking."

Shen Qiu, carrying his hands on his back, replied softly:

"If you don't want to give Shen a face, you have to pass my brother's pass first. My family will move the mountain and fight with the head of the sect. It is about to be fulfilled. I don't know if it is in Penglai or on the holy volcano."

"It's okay, it's okay. Since I promised the younger generation, I will naturally not be afraid to fight."

Yang Tao waved her hand and said to Yaoqin:

"You came to see off your husband today. I gave you this gift and borrowed the piano. Let's leave now. This is a troublesome place. You don't know martial arts. I'm afraid it's very dangerous here."

"Um."

This was like the elder's advice to the younger generation, which made Yaoqin nod and said yes. She stood up, walked back to Shen Qiu, held her husband's hand, looked at each other without saying a word, but everything was silent.

After a few breaths, Yaoqin walked down the stairs, and on the fourth floor, said a few words to Lin Huiyin, and left Zhenhai Tower. Chen Lan and the senior management of the Five Elements Sect were waiting outside the yard. When Yaoqin came out, she was escorted back to Suzhou.

On the fifth floor, watching his wife leave, Chen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned around and said to Yang Tao:

"Senior Chunyangzi is still on the road, and may be here in a while. Now that he is free, why not the head coach plays a song to relax everyone?

If you want to be more heroic, you should do it for us."

"Where can the piano sound be played heroically?"

Yang Tao said dissatisfiedly:

"I think you Chen Qiu is just making things difficult for me!"

But that's the case. The head teacher had just obtained the Luoyue Qin, which had been away for two years. As a piano player, his hands were a little itchy. After a few breaths, the piano sounded.

Anyone who knows the rhythm of the music knows that what Yang Tao said just now is not wrong. The piano can play thousands of music, but it is difficult to have a heroic sound. After all, it is not as majestic as the drum.

However, the piano was sent by Yang Tao, and the song "Manjianghong" was flowing smoothly. When the seven-stringed illusion sounds were flowing, the entire Zhenhai Tower and the melon-eating warriors outside the building were included in the illusion sound.

It's like being on a battlefield, with thousands of troops facing each other, and a peerless battle is about to break out.

The audience was filled with blood, and the hearts of the Penglai lackeys in the building were swaying, as if they had seen the upcoming defeat in the illusion of sound.

"The head coach played a good song!"

Juno Yoko's hearty laughter echoed from the sea far away.

As everyone was watching, the old Taoist in white robe came on the water. Who doesn’t know where the old Taoist has gone in the past few days, but looking at his appearance, he probably found a quiet place and had a good rest.

Just like stepping on the invisible steps, it is like a lotus growing step by step, rising from the sea step by step, and finally stepping onto the fifth floor of Zhenhai Tower.

At this point, the last master who came late was also present.

"It's getting late, it's time to set off. But, how should I go to your fairy mountain?"

Huang Wusan asked the Penglai man, who took out a strange whistle from his sleeve and put it in his mouth and blew it. It was very strange and no sound rang out.

But after a few breaths, a huge whirlpool appeared on the sea outside the Zhenhai Tower, causing everyone in the building to exclaim.

Four huge dragon-like strange snakes, more than 30 feet long, emerged from the whirlpool of the tide. Each of them was as fierce and spiritual as the spiritual snakes killed by the mountain ghost that day.

However, the four dragon snakes were all wearing bridles. As the black chain was pulled straight, a large black ship seemed to be pulled up from the bottom of the sea, and appeared on the sea in the low echo of a giant beast swallowing water.

With the sound of the machine spring, the floor slab facing the sea collapsed outwards, forming a stairway leading to the seaside in layers.

"Everyone."

Penglai took the whistle and smiled and made a "please" posture. With the smoke and dust coming and the strange snakes screaming, he said meaningfully to everyone in front of him:
Chapter completed!