When everyone heard that there were three nine-fret pianos this time, their eyes suddenly became hot.
Regardless of whether you are a piano player or not, everyone has the idea of trying to try it again. After all, the value of a nine-fret lyre is too great.
More than ten thousand gold
Moreover, it can be encountered but not sought.
If you can get a nine-fret piano, for many students, it will be like getting rich overnight. Especially students from poor families will no longer have to be troubled by money or bothered by money in the future.
Although the first-grade and second-grade Xue Huaxuan is only worth about ten thousand gold.
However, the two are not the same thing, and their value cannot be assessed solely based on grade, and snowflakes are declared to be consumables.
Although everything in the world can be divided into nine grades.
However, a first-grade cabbage is still a cabbage and cannot be worth more than an inferior horse.
At this time, the mouth of the valley was boiling again, and more students turned around to rush in, one after another.
Baihua Valley does not stipulate that each person can only break in once, you just need to break in.
“Are you going yet?”
Zhou Chang asked Helianshan, Rong Tao and others.
Three nine-fret lyres are also a rare and huge sum of money for disciples like them.
Moreover, huge sums of money are easy to come by, but a nine-fret lyre is hard to find.
"Of course."
Rong Tao said matter-of-factly, with fighting intent burning in his eyes. He cupped his hands to Zhou Chang, Helian Shan and others, and said, "How can we enter Jinshan and return empty-handed? I went first."
Everyone looked at each other and turned around again to enter the Baihua Valley.
As soon as the news of the three nine-fret lyres came out, it immediately caused a sensation in the Academy and Bo City, and soon attracted many lyre players to come to Bury Mountain.
Even non-players came.
Someone saw a few fallen warriors on the edge of the valley entrance.
Those few warriors carrying knives or holding swords saw so many holy geniuses gathered in front of Baihua Valley, and all of them were majestic and high-spirited. However, they were all dusty, their clothes were ragged, and their faces were full of vicissitudes of life.
After such a comparison, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, so I retreated sadly.
They came not for the piano, but for the money, and the oppression of life. Unfortunately, when faced with the genius of the holy way, they underestimated themselves and did not even have the courage to give it a try.
"Girl, let's break in again"
At the mouth of the valley, Fang Wang looked at the people and asked.
"I won't go for now."
Mu Yu shook his head, and returned empty-handed. Then he said in surprise, "It's strange, why hasn't Senior Brother come yet? Senior Brother, hasn't he been looking for a good piano? Now there are three good Qins in Baihua Valley, why can't Senior Brother be seen?"
At this time, she looked up and asked, "Where is senior brother now?"
"Senior brother, it should be in the library." Fang Wang said.
Inside the library.
Feng Qingyan is studying.
In addition to him, there is also Yan Shan who doesn’t like to join in the fun. If anyone is looking for Yan Shan, they can definitely find him in a place with a large collection of books.
Like a library.
As for Feng Qingyan, he didn't go because he knew his ability.
Now even Mu Yu and Fang Wang have failed. What if he, a fake "harp player", succeeded in breaking into Baihua Valley?
That must be a ghost.
Moreover, as long as he appears in Baihua Valley, everyone's eyes will fall on him, and everyone is looking forward to him going to Baihua Valley.
Failure is nothing.
However, if you fail too many times, it is better not to go.
At this time, he was watching the top ten sacred songs in the world, especially the soul-calling songs, and he always felt a little familiar, which made him a little surprised.
It is recorded in the Qin Book that the sacred music to summon souls was composed by the mysterious Shang Emperor.
But with the demise of the ghost merchants, it was lost.
In fact, more than half of the top ten sacred songs in the world have been lost, such as the No. 1 Dao Yiyin. It is said that the Dao Yiyin was composed by the Great Sage. The music of the piano contains the sound of the Dao from ancient times, which has a fascinating effect.
unimaginable power
Feng Qingyan shook his head and put it down. He was more interested in the ghost merchant.
Because evil spirits originate from ghost traders.
It is recorded in the history books that in the last years of the Ghost Shang Dynasty, evil spirits were rampant in the world, hell was everywhere, and the people were in dire straits.
Only then did human kings and saints emerge from the sky to turn the tide.
There are also historical records that the evil ghosts came from the realm of virtual danger and were released by the cruel Shang Emperor; there are also unofficial records that the evil ghosts were transformed by the evil thoughts of the Shang Emperor.
Feng Qingyan looked at official and unofficial history and found that there were dozens or hundreds of theories about the origin of evil spirits.
But no one made it clear.
It's all just hearsay.
But one thing is certain, evil spirits do exist because of ghost traders.
But no one knows what exactly happened in the last years of the Ghost Shang Dynasty, and why evil ghosts roamed the world and turned into hell everywhere. Also, where the evil ghosts came from, I am afraid only the saints know. As for why the saint did not mention Fianci
Just words, who knows what happened
In front of the ghost merchant is the even more mysterious Shen Xia.
In the history books, there are even fewer records about Shen Xia than about Gui Shang.
However, there are many unofficial historical records that Shenxia is the age of gods, an era where everyone can become a god.
Ghost merchants are called the era of ten thousand ghosts by unofficial historians.
Now is the age of the philosophers.
Feng Qingyan put down his book and saw Mu Yu walking towards him.
"Brother, don't go to Baihua Valley." Mu Yu sat down and looked a little surprised, "Not long ago, Gongziqin took out three nine-fret lyres."
"Three"
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. He pondered for a moment and said, "I'll go take a look tonight."
"When?" Mu Yu asked.
"At the beginning of Zishi."
Feng Qingyan said, and then continued to read the history books on ghost traders, but there were too few records about ghost traders.
Moreover, many of them are random guesses and random writings by later generations.
"What happened in the last years of the Ghost Shang Dynasty?" Feng Qingyan was also a little curious as to why evil ghosts were rampant in the world and everything turned into hell.
There are unofficial historical records that the Shang Emperor transformed into strange creatures and devoured living beings.
Above the great evil, there is "weirdness", which is an indescribable and terrifying existence.
Not long after, Feng Qingyan felt it was getting dark, walked out of the library and returned to the wooden house, and came to Baihua Valley just before midnight.
At this time, Baihua Valley is deserted, quiet and quiet.
But not long after Feng Qingyan arrived, Mu Yu, Fang Wang and other piano players from the Fengming Qin Society all came, looking at Feng Qingyan expectantly.
Feng Qingyan looked up at the night sky helplessly.
I only tell you, but you tell everyone
Keep looking up at the night sky.
"What on earth is Senior Brother doing?"
After more than half an hour passed, the player with the piano couldn't bear it any longer.
Because Feng Sanding has been looking up for most of an hour, motionless like a wood carving and clay sculpture, which makes people look confused and confused.
"Who knows." Fang Wang shook his head.
"I don't know either."
When the other players were about to ask, Mu Yu spoke up first.
Feng Qingyan is not a piano player, so the possibility of breaking into Baihua Valley is almost zero. The only chance is his eyes.
His eyes can break through the void and trace their origins, perhaps allowing him to see the Valley of Flowers clearly.
He is waiting now.
After an hour passed, even the teachings and teachings that they had secretly paid attention to had their faces full of confusion, and they all looked at each other in confusion.
"Mr. Zhang, do you know why Feng Sanding keeps looking up?"
Some teachers asked and looked up at the night sky, but there was nothing strange in the night sky.