Since the day it was formed, there has never been a moment of silence, but it is quiet today. It is like a mirror, spread to the east of Zhou Tianxia...
At this time, not only the East China Sea was quiet, but the noisy Qincheng was also quiet.
It seems that the world is also quiet.
In Qin City, both the players and the literati were as motionless as wood carvings and clay sculptures, looking at the figure in white in the East Sea in shock.
He was sitting there in the air, as if he were sitting on a mirror.
He exuded an extremely calm aura.
At this moment, even the ordinary people in Qin City deeply felt the "quietness" of the canonization, so quiet that the world seemed to be still.
It was eerily quiet.
They couldn't hear the wind, the noise, the roar of the waves, or even the beating of their hearts.
Everything is quiet.
Although Lord Qin from Jiude Hall had already vaguely guessed that it was the power of "quietness" that suppressed the roaring tide of anger. However, they never thought that the "quietness" in Feng Sheng's body could be so terrifying.
This, perhaps, is extremely quiet?
It is not that there are no Qinjuns in Qincheng who have obtained Qinjun with the virtue of "quietness", but Qinjun who has obtained the mastery of Qin with the virtue of "quietness" has never had such a shocking phenomenon as being canonized.
The rolling East China Sea is as quiet as a mirror.
It was so eerily quiet.
At this time, even the Qin King of Wuyin Palace was extremely shocked, because they simply couldn't do it. This may not be the work of manpower...
Perhaps only Qin Shengfang can do it.
What is the state of "quietness" that Feng Sheng realized?
Could it be that the canonized Qin has already become a saint?
Perhaps it can only be explained this way.
as time goes by.
Not only are the winds, waves, and people quiet, but also people's thoughts are quiet.
The world seems to be at a standstill.
Everyone in Qin City remained motionless, truly turning into statues, not even blinking their eyelids. The leaves that had been blown down by the sea breeze and were floating in the air were now still in the air.
The world stopped.
But at this time, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and was listening carefully to something.
In the still world.
However, he vaguely heard a wisp of misty piano music that seemed to come from different time and space.
"This piano sound..."
Feng Qingyan listened quietly.
This wisp of piano sound is very elusive, looming, and it is unknown where it comes from, making it impossible to determine. If the heaven and the earth had not stopped, he would not have been able to hear it...
"This is not an illusion, but the real sound of the piano..."
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.
After a while, he gradually realized that only by catching this wisp of the sound of the piano himself could he achieve the status of the Master of the Qin.
only.
This wisp of piano sound is very ethereal, somewhat illusory and unreal, coming from nowhere.
It seems to really travel through time and space.
However, how to capture this ray of piano sound?
Feng Qingyan listened and thought, secretly surprised in his heart: "This piano sound seems to have a breath of life..."
A very strange feeling.
It seems that only the music played by Mr. Qin contains a faint breath of life.
This wisp of piano sound is very elusive and cannot be captured, let alone comprehended.
gradually.
The sound of the piano is becoming more and more real, and the breath of life contained in it is getting stronger and stronger.
It seems to be not far away.
In front of him, or behind him, on his left or right.
"The music of life is right here..."
Feng Qingyan whispered, as if the sound of the piano was in his ears.
He didn't think any more and felt it with all his heart.
He seemed to hear that ethereal piano sound transforming into a living being...
"What kind of piano sound is this?"
Feng Qingyan became confused.
The more he listened attentively, the more he discovered the beauty of the music, as if the music was in his heart, dancing like an elf.
Heaven and earth are still.
He also became calm and peaceful, gradually integrating into the music of life.
I don’t know when, the sound of the piano was low and distant, misty and vanishing, as if it had disappeared.
"Is this a state of silent joy?"
Feng Qingyan murmured.
Xisheng.
A state of ultimate tranquility.
At this time, Feng Qingyan was not playing, but pale white notes were playing between his fingers, dancing like little elves, floating on the calm East China Sea.
These notes are very light and contain a faint breath of life.
As time goes by.
The notes are evolving, and the breath of life they contain is getting stronger and stronger.
finally.
These faint notes evolved into faint birds, as if they were born from the void, including orioles, thrushes, tits, cuckoos, larks...
As more and more notes are produced, more and more birds appear.
hovering over the East China Sea.
tweet.
At this moment, the still world suddenly came alive.
Everyone in Qin City saw countless birds on the East China Sea, big or small, gorgeous or colorful...
Every bird's chirping is the sound of a piano.
Turn into piano music.
When everyone was stunned again, they saw countless birds worshiping, just like hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix.
The gentleman of the piano.
Birds are coming!
"A hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix?"
"A hundred birds are coming to court?"
The piano players in Qin City were able to move, and they all said in shock.
Although they already knew that they would be able to attain Qin Jun at the moment of being conferred a saint, they were still shocked by the hundreds of birds coming to the court in front of them.
Not every qin player will be able to have hundreds of birds come to court when they become the master of qin!
And having hundreds of birds come to court is the highest honor.
At this time, even the Qin Lord of Jiude Palace and even the Qin King of Wuyin Palace seemed to be envious. After all, when they attained Qin Lord, there were not such a large number of hundreds of birds coming to court, not even a hundred birds paying homage.
phoenix……
"Haha, a hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix, a hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix!"
In a courtyard, Ziya Qin laughed so hard that his body was trembling slightly. Although not all the birds came to visit him when he became Qin Lord, he was happy for Feng Qingyan.
The coming of hundreds of birds to the court may be the honor of one person tying down the East China Sea.
"Ahhhh——"
"Eldest brother has obtained the position of Lord of the Qin by using hundreds of birds to pay homage to the phoenix!"
"Eldest brother is as scary as a brother!"
At this moment, the players of Fengming Qin Club were very excited.
From today on, the Fengming Qin Club of Burial Mountain Academy will be worthy of its reputation...
"One day hundreds of birds will come to court, and one song will be famous all over the world."
Mu Yu looked at Feng Qingyan and said calmly.
I can't help but be happy!
At this time, there were countless beautiful birds in the East China Sea, and their chirping turned into a beautiful melody, making everyone feel happy and happy, as if they had taken a magical elixir.
Feng Qingyan also opened his eyes and stood up.
But at this moment, an ancient legend appeared in his mind:
There was once a man in the world who had extraordinary fighting power. His weapon was a harp. When he was happy, the sky was clear and the earth was bright. When he was sad, the sun was dim and the moon was dark. His harp had fifty strings, and each time he played one string, the power doubled.
If the roots play together, all things will wither and the world will return to chaos...
This qin was called Prince Changqin.
He looked at the hanging cliff under Qin City, closed his eyes for a moment, and said softly: "I understand."
When he finished speaking, Donghai returned to its original state with a "boom".