Chapter 1004 Reaching out into the sky to catch the icon
Under night.
Feng Qingyan strolled on the East Lake Bridge and felt the world carefully.
Donghu Bridge is an antique stone arch bridge with a ring of holes, surrounded by picturesque scenery.
The East Lake song is blowing in the evening breeze, and the mist is rising and falling for ten miles!
It's a pity that it's night now.
He didn't know what the name of this world was, or there was no name at all, so he tentatively called it the East Lake World.
At this moment, his figure flashed and appeared in the courtyard of the small building.
Although Qian Wanyi and others left in embarrassment, the Xuanpao young man from the Tianjian Sect was still there. When he saw Feng Qingyan suddenly appearing, he was stunned.
What kind of light gong is this?
He was so shocked that he couldn't even feel it at all.
Qin Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment when she saw Feng Qingyan. Wasn't this the man in white from before? At first, she thought it was her hallucination...
"The sound of the ancient piano is both pure and elegant, clear and far-reaching, elegant in meaning, happy but not obscene, sad but not sad, resentful but not angry, gentle and honest, upright and peaceful in form, no fault and no less than..."
When Feng Qingyan landed in the yard, he faced Qin Xiaoxiao.
"..."
Qin Xiaoxiao hasn't reacted yet.
At this moment, Feng Qingyan continued: "The harp is a tool, and virtue is in it. The person who plays the harp is a forbidden person. It prohibits evil in order to rectify people's hearts..."
"It can be used to observe the wind and teach, it can capture the soul, it can distinguish joy and anger, it can entertain emotions and thoughts, it can calm the mind and contemplate, it can strengthen the courage, it can escape the secular world, it can understand ghosts and gods, the person who is good at this qin..."
While he was talking.
The silky mist that suddenly flew between the sky and the earth quickly condensed in front of him and turned into words.
"This is the Qin chapter, and I will give it to you."
When Feng Qingyan finished speaking, the filamentous mist flew in front of him and turned into a musical instrument, slowly flying to Qin Xiaoxiao.
but.
Qin Xiaoxiao was stunned, and his mind went blank.
The Xuanpao Master of the Tianjian Sect was as motionless as a wood carving and a clay sculpture, and he was also stunned.
What method is this?
Void condensed text?
Is this like the legendary magical method?
After Feng Qingyan finished speaking and was about to leave, he thought about it and said, "Look, I will only play it once. How much you can learn depends on your luck."
When the voice fell.
Qin Xiaoxiao suddenly woke up, but his heart was still extremely shocked.
call out!
Feng Qingyan suddenly flicked his right hand, and a lyre floated in front of him...
At this moment, not only Qin Xiaoxiao's eyes were widened, but the Xuanpao Master of the Tianjian Sect also had his eyes widened, with a look of shock on his face.
How can this be?
This must be a god! It must be a god...
Young Master Xuanpao thought so.
When they were shocked, a string of piano sounds suddenly sounded.
When they came back to their senses, they saw Feng Qingyan's fingers playing with the strings rapidly, and the notes were floating one by one.
Lead, hold the whole body, hook, hook, turn the finger, rope the bell...
At this time, not only Qin Xiaoxiao was watching closely, but also Young Master Xuanpao, for fear that he would miss a move.
One by one, magical notes were drawn from Feng Qingyan's fingers.
Not only did it fall in Qin Xiaoxiao's heart, but it also fell in the heart of Master Xuanpao. Both of them felt as if they had taken a magical elixir and felt extremely comfortable.
This made their minds suddenly shaken.
And at this moment.
They felt a kind of silent joy deep in their souls.
This is the joy of the soul.
An irresistible joy arises from the bottom of my heart.
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"The sound of the piano comes from this direction..."
On the edge of East Lake, a sloppy old man walked over like crazy, carrying an old guqin behind him, "Haha, it really is here..."
This sloppy old man's name is Ye Suhe.
He was the number one qin master in the Zhao Kingdom and a great master. He was the author of four pieces of music: "Chang Qing", "Duan Qing", "Chang Side" and "Short Side", which made him famous all over the world.
These four classics are called "Ye's Four Works".
Rumor has it that he was broad-minded and wild, slovenly and lazy. He was arrogant when he was young and disdainful of people of etiquette and law. He was at ease outside things and was not bound by the world.
And it values friendship.
I have loved the piano all my life. When I play it, I will choose a quiet and elegant place on a high hill. When the wind is clear and the moon is bright, I will wear deep clothes, wash my hands and burn incense before playing.
At this moment, he came to the outside of the courtyard of the small building like crazy, stopped suddenly, closed his eyes lightly, and listened dreamily.
However, the more I listen to it, the more shocked I become...
unconsciously.
Tears fell from his closed eyes.
This made Feng Qingyan slightly surprised. After all, the sound of his piano at this time was filled with joy...
But at this time.
Qin Xiaoxiao and Master Xuanpao both looked at Feng Qingyan in shock, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
One by one, notes were drawn from Feng Qingyan's fingers, turning into the sound of gurgling water, constantly washing away the dirt in their souls.
"How can this be……"
Ye He was shocked in his heart, and then said hurriedly: "No, I have to wash it and make it clean before I can listen to such a beautiful sound of the piano, otherwise it will be insulted."
After saying that, he rushed into the East Lake and washed his ears with the lake water.
At this time, Feng Qingyan demonstrated some fingering techniques that were not available in this world, trying to slow down the speed so that Qin Xiaoxiao and Ye He could see clearly.
The sound of the piano is like fairy music and divine music.
Indescribably wonderful!
Not a single flaw, perfect!
Gradually, not only Qin Xiaoxiao, Master Xuanpao and others, but also the people around East Lake were immersed in Feng Qingyan's performance and forgot everything.
Everyone can feel the beauty of every note.
It's magical.
Bathed in the wonderful music, everyone seems to feel that their soul has been sublimated, and there is an indescribable feeling.
At this moment.
Notes condensed between Feng Qingyan's fingers and floated into the sky, like snowflakes. Floating in the air, filling the entire night sky...
"Snowing……"
Someone suddenly said, looking up at the night sky in a daze.
Seeing this scene, everyone in East Lake was stunned and extremely shocked.
I can't describe my feelings at this moment.
In the lake, Ye He watched in shock, his heart was extremely shocked, he couldn't believe this was true, and murmured: "This is not true, this is not true..."
Feng Qingyan played the piano quietly.
The white clothes are floating in the wind, like gods descending to earth, shining brightly.
Every pull and every flick exudes a charm...
The notes are dancing like snowflakes, falling on everyone's heart, touching the depths of the soul, and bringing a sense of joy.
The faint notes are flying like snowflakes.
One flower disperses, and another one emerges.
Under the moonlight, it looks extremely beautiful...
finally.
These faint notes evolved into faint birds. As if they were born from the void, there are orioles, thrushes, tits, cuckoos, larks...
As the sound of the piano falls, there are more and more birds.
Flying around.
tweet.
Pass by everyone, and finally worship in the direction of Feng Qingyan...
Qin Xiaoxiao, Ye He, Master Xuanpao and others were once again shocked to see the scene in front of them, each of them looked like wood carvings and clay sculptures.
like a statue.
"This, this...is, the legendary...birds coming to court!"
The old man cried out in shock.
At this time, he could also vaguely see the little fish in the lake jumping up constantly, as if they were about to swim towards the yard.
Under the moonlight.
Birds sang and flew, fish played in the water, presenting an extremely beautiful picture, and everyone was amazed.
"A hundred birds are coming to court, this is a hundred birds coming to court, this is actually true, the legend is actually true..."
The old man muttered absently.
He stared blankly at Feng Qingyan playing the piano under the moonlight.
I saw him fluttering in white clothes, and his every move exuded an indescribable charm, showing the elegance of a national scholar.
in this world.
Legend has it that when the sound of the harp becomes sacred, hundreds of birds will come to worship.
Ye He loved the piano all his life and had a unique talent for it. He became the first master of the piano in Zhao, a great master, and his reputation spread throughout the world.
but.
But he scorned the so-called hundreds of birds coming to court in the legend.
I think this is an exaggeration and simply impossible.
If the sound of the piano resonates with some birds, it is very possible to attract them, but it is absolutely impossible for hundreds of birds to come to visit.
However, I never expected that today, in East Lake under this moonlight, I would actually see the legendary birds coming to court.
Birds are right next to me, flying, circling, and chirping...
At this time, Ye He stretched out his trembling hand and greeted a thrush that was chirping happily. His face was full of piety and there was no distracting thought in his heart.
In the courtyard.
Qin Xiaoxiao, Master Xuanpao and others were also curious and stretched out their hands to greet the falling birds. When they saw the birds landing on their palms, they felt indescribable joy in their hearts, as if they had a dreamlike feeling.
Looking at the birds chirping happily in the palm of my hand, I couldn't help but look at Feng Qingyan under the moonlight. I saw the white clothes fluttering in the wind, like a god descending from the earth, shining with brilliance, exuding charm every time he pulled it out...
A generation of piano saints is nothing more than this.
No one will forget tonight.
Shortly after.
Feng Qingyan stopped to play the piano.
But at this moment, everyone was watching quietly, and the peerless piano music was still echoing in their ears...
However, for Feng Qingyan, there was silence.
Only the gentle night breeze blows.
"This song should only exist in heaven, but it can only be heard in the human world several times..."
a long time.
Ye He just woke up from the peerless piano music, then suddenly thought of something, and became excited and said: "Become a disciple, I want to be a disciple..."
He climbed out of the lake and danced towards the yard.
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But at this time.
Feng Qingyan was slightly startled.
I just performed my piano skills just now, so as to leave some traces to the world...
After all, Qin Xiaoxiao's talent is there, and if placed in Zhou Tianxia, he would definitely be a talent at the level of King Qin.
Even if you step into Qin Sheng, it is not impossible.
And the old man's talent is also very amazing, even more amazing than Qin Xiaoxiao...
Therefore, he took it more seriously and did not directly copy the piano skills of the underworld, but integrated the atmosphere of this world.
did not think of.
After caressing a song at random, he suddenly realized something in his heart.
Although he can use the piano to achieve emperor-level power, the realm of piano art is still only the piano king realm.
At this moment, he closed his eyes and thought about the scene just now.
The sky and the earth are dark!
boom--
A rumble of thunder and rough and ferocious lightning seemed to break through the dark clouds.
The chaotic world in Feng Qingyan's heart suddenly opened up, with the sky above and the earth below, and a vast expanse appeared.
At this moment, he suddenly flicked his hands.
The sound of the piano is like bursts of thunder, full of spirituality, seeming to indicate that life is about to be born in the barren and ancient silent land.
When the melody sounds.
When the chaos first opened up, there was a feeling of joy in the world, as if the big tree had just sprouted tender green buds.
Full of vitality.
When the sound of the piano sounds one after another.
All I could see was the barren land, and there were all the crackling sounds, which seemed to be the sound of grass breaking through the ground.
Small grasses sprouted from the ground.
On the vast and desolate land, tender life was born, vegetation sprouted, flowers bloomed, and birds sang...
And also at this moment.
Feng Qingyan finally understood the holy realm.
The Principle of Qin Sheng that he understood clearly is life, and the birth of life can also be said to be the sound of grass breaking through the ground, flowers blooming, and birds singing...
From now on.
His music will contain a life force.
It can live forever.
He has finally entered the holy realm. Although he is only a piano saint, he is also a saint...
At this moment, the sacred image of heaven and earth suddenly begins to brew, preparing flowers to bloom in heaven and earth, thousands of books to worship, a rainbow to shine through the sun, and so on.
But Feng Qingyan immediately cut it off.
Although it is said that the East Lake Realm is isolated by the disciples, who knows whether the outside world will be able to sense it if he becomes a saint?
The saints of Kyushu are the great emperors of all heavens and realms.
Every birth of a great emperor will be faintly sensed by the creatures in the nearby world. And the Lord of Heaven in Dayantian may also sense it...
so.
All things considered, caution is paramount.
However, after Feng Qingyan killed the brewing sacred image of heaven and earth, heaven and earth brewed again.
He looked up.
If the Holy Elephant of Heaven and Earth is allowed to descend, the East Lake Realm can be filled with vitality in a very short period of time.
Generally speaking.
When a world is born in the imperial realm, although it will attract strange phenomena from heaven and earth, and will also rain down the majestic vitality of heaven and earth. However, those who become emperor will also absorb all the vitality of heaven and earth...
But Feng Qingyan, after all, is the most powerful being in the Refining Realm, and he has almost reached a point of no return.
To become a saint with the harp, you naturally do not need to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth like other people who become emperors.
You can also kill the sacred images of heaven and earth at will.
It is naturally impossible for ordinary saints to do it...
At this moment, he thought carefully and glanced at Qin Xiaoxiao, the old man, Master Xuanpao and others, then suddenly reached into the sky, pulled out the brewing holy elephant of heaven and earth, directly refined it, and finally turned it into a flashing five-color
Colorful mist.
And they were immediately dumbfounded.
What on earth is this, this, existence?
The hand directly reached into the sky and took away the vision of heaven and earth? Moreover, it was not only taken away, but also refined instantly?
"It's because of you that I can become a saint tonight with my harp. I will give you these ten strands of holy images."
Feng Qingyan drew out ten rays of the Holy Elephant Path of Heaven and Earth.
I saw ten rays of sacred images of heaven and earth, flashing with colorful light, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. Then they sank into Qin Xiaoxiao's body...
"Your talent for playing the piano is outstanding, and if you are dedicated to playing the piano, you can get ten strands."
Feng Qingyan said to the old man.
Then ten rays of the holy elephants of heaven and earth flew out and sank into Ye He's body, causing his whole body to tremble and his soul to tremble slightly.
"You have a sword in your heart. It's a good seedling. You can also get ten strands..."
Feng Qingyan said to Master Xuanpao.
One strand is ten thousand strands, and there are still nine thousand nine hundred and seventy strands of the sacred images of heaven and earth.
"This sacred image of heaven and earth will be blessed by me, Feng Qingyan..." Feng Qingyan said lightly, "Go."
Then the remaining sacred images of heaven and earth were scattered between heaven and earth.