But in the blink of an eye, countless gorgeous birds appeared, circling around Feng Qingyan and singing.
Everyone was a little surprised when they saw this scene.
We have obviously achieved the position of Lord Qin, why are there still hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix?
Many Qinjun looked at each other in surprise.
But everyone was puzzled and shook their heads slightly.
At this time, Feng Qingyan also came back from his thoughts and carefully observed the gorgeous birds flying around him. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he vaguely felt that the gorgeous birds seemed to be pulled together by something.
Or.
He felt an invisible thread trying to pull something.
Could it be that he is pulling the prince's long harp?
Although the Prince Changqin is a legend, it automatically comes to mind, which already shows something.
"Canonization, what is this?"
You Qinjun said in surprise.
Feng Qingyan frowned slightly and shook his head.
However, just as he shook his head, the gorgeous birds quickly faded and disappeared.
"May I ask the Grand Palace Master, does the previous Grand Palace Master also know the legend of the Prince Changqin?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"I don't know for sure, maybe there is."
The Grand Palace Master thought for a while and said.
The legend that appeared in my mind unknowingly may just be regarded as a dream.
This is not impossible.
If Feng Qingyan hadn't told the legend of the Prince's Changqin, the Grand Palace Master would naturally not have told anyone else.
Once, he thought it was just a dream.
Since it is a dream, who would say it?
"From this point of view, the Prince's Changqin is not necessarily a legend, but may actually exist." Lord Youqin said, "Otherwise, it would not have appeared in the minds of the Grand Palace Master and Feng Sheng..."
"good."
"But, what kind of piano is this Prince's Changqin? If it really exists, why is there not a single word left behind about it?"
King Qin asked suspiciously.
Soon after, Feng Qingyan left Wuyin Palace, and the palace also recorded the legend of the Prince Changqin.
In the yard.
"Qingyan, is this Prince's Changqin really so powerful? Can it make all things wither and return the world to chaos?"
In the pavilion, Ziya Qin said.
He was still curious about the legend of Prince Changqin, after all, it appeared in Feng Qingyan's mind.
What does this mean?
Also, the scene where heaven and earth were silent was really amazing.
This may have something to do with it.
"In legend, it is the best piano in the world."
Seal Qingyan Road.
At this time, he was thinking about why he said "I understand" when he was in the East China Sea. He remembered that he did understand something at that time.
But I can't even think about it at this moment.
This is strange.
He closed his eyes and thought about why he came to Qincheng?
Participate in Ziyaqin’s Qinjun celebration?
This is indeed the case.
but.
When he was born and wanted to come to Qin City, he had not received Ziyaqin's invitation, and he did not know that Ziyaqin had obtained the title of Qinjun.
so.
Why did he come to Qincheng?
He thought about it and it seemed that he wanted to learn the piano.
He is only one step away from being promoted to the title of Lord Qin, and the sound of Lord Qin contains the breath of life...
What he needs is the breath of life in the sound of the piano.
Why is it needed?
His thoughts stopped.
He thought about it, and what he did during this period seemed to revolve around the bridge.
At this moment he also wanted to understand.
When he figured it out, his fingertips produced faint notes again, turning into gorgeous birds.
He looked at the gorgeous bird and said, "Go."
Hearing the words, the little bird suddenly flew up and flew out of the yard. Feng Qingyan followed the bird step by step.
"Qingyan?"
Ziyaqin called out and quickly followed.
At this time, the little bird flew out of the Qin, flew to the Qin City, and flew to the hanging cliff under the Qin City.
When the bird flew to the hanging cliff, it seemed to become more cheerful, as if it were home, and it kept chirping happily.
Feng Qingyan came through the air, came to the hanging cliff, stretched out his hand and touched it carefully.
"Go ahead."
He said again.
One after another, the gorgeous birds fly into the cliff and seem to blend into the cliff.
Ziyaqin was surprised, could Xuankongya really be a lyre?
Or is it the legendary Prince Changqin?
This is unlikely, right?
This was confirmed by many piano kings, piano masters, and even literati a long time ago.
This isn't a lyre, it's a real rock.
But the gorgeous birds blend into the hanging cliff...
this……
And at this time.
Feng Qingyan seemed to have touched something.
He felt it carefully and seemed to have touched a string.
Those gorgeous birds are the bridge between him and Xian, but now there are too few gorgeous birds integrated into the hanging cliff.
His connection with Xian You is still very weak and he cannot really touch it.
Can't even play.
There is a string hidden in this hanging cliff, or the legendary Prince's Changqin is hidden. At this time, he was also a little surprised, he did not expect that the Prince's Changqin really existed...
"There is a string in the cliff."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"Is this hanging cliff really a lyre?" Ziyaqin frowned, looked at Feng Qingyan and said, "Is it the Prince Changqin you mentioned?"
"Other than Prince Changqin, I can't think of He Qin?"
Seal Qingyan Road.
"It's strange, why can't even King Qin find it?" Ziyaqin asked doubtfully, "I once heard that in the era of the various scholars, there seemed to be saints who were interested in Xuankong Cliff and came to check it out..."
"The Prince's Changqin is no ordinary Qin."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"That's the only way to explain it."
Ziyaqin nodded, pondered for a moment and then said: "I once told a legend that Qin originated from the Laiguo Peninsula, and it may be related to Xuankong Cliff. Although the world can hardly feel its existence, perhaps its existence affects
The world…”
"I heard that everyone in Lai knows music, but is that true?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"indeed."
Ziyaqin nodded and said: "Even old farmers can hear the sound of the piano, and there are many ordinary people who can play a few tunes."
A middle-aged man came out of the air, it was Lord Dayu Qin, and said: "Do you think there is something wrong with Xuankong Cliff when it comes to being a saint?"
"Perhaps this hanging cliff is a lyre."
Ziyaqin smiled bitterly.
"But it's confirmed?"
Dayu Qinjun was shocked and couldn't believe it.
"Qingyan has confirmed it."
Ziyaqin said.
When Dayu Qinjun looked at it in shock, Feng Qingyan nodded and said: "Perhaps, it is indeed a Qin."
"this……"
Dayu Qinjun looked at the hanging cliff with doubts, then walked closer and touched it carefully, and even put his ear to the cliff to listen, but he didn't find anything.
At this time, he frowned and said, "Is the canonization sure?"
Feng Qingyan smiled and said nothing.
When Dayu Qinjun flicked his right hand and formed a lyre, Ziyaqin was shocked and said quickly: "What are you going to do?"
"If you break this cliff, you will know whether it is Qin or not."
Dayu Qinjun said.
"Absolutely not!"
Zi Yaqin was shocked and said: "If the cliff wall is broken and the entire hanging cliff is touched, the whole cliff will collapse."
"Then move to Qincheng first?"
Dayu Qinjun said.
Ziyaqin rolled her eyes and said: "How can Qin City be moved just now? Since the moment Qin City was built, it has not been moved. How can you move the city just because of your curiosity? Besides, how can this city be moved just now?
?But I asked thousands of piano players in Qin City?"