Hundreds of flowers are blooming, and the fragrance of flowers is filling the air, refreshing the heart and mind.
After Feng Qingyan confirmed it, he did not speak rashly, but adjusted his energy and spirit to achieve the best state.
Ziyaqin did not urge her, and watched quietly in front of the thatched cottage.
He did not deliberately embarrass Feng Qingyan, but wanted to see if Feng Sanding, who was famous all over the world, could summon a qin.
Although two people had entered the valley before, they did not call Qin, which made him quite disappointed.
"I wonder if Feng Sanding, who is famous all over the world, can call a qin?"
"Maybe."
"not necessarily."
The servants in Baihua Valley were secretly paying attention and even talking in low voices.
"Noisy."
Ziyaqin frowned slightly.
The servant immediately shut up and did not dare to say anything more, but still looked at Feng Qingyan curiously.
"Come on Qin."
After a while, Feng Qingyan came to the flowers, looked around and shouted.
Cong Cong Zheng Zheng
Suddenly, a clear sound like running water sounded from the flowers on the left, as if there was a stream hidden in the flowers. When the servant was surprised, he saw a piano slowly flying up, and the strings jumped.
When it moves, it's like someone is playing.
The clear sound comes from that lyre.
The servant was shocked.
Feng Sanding not only summoned a harp, but also made the nine-pin harp sing by itself.
The lyre sings to itself, indicating that it has a strong desire to follow Feng Sanding, and uses the sound of the lyre to demonstrate its musical range and strong thoughts.
At this time, even Zi Yaqin was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Jiupin Qin would sing to itself. This made him want to leave her so much.
He smiled bitterly.
Qiang Qiang
A burst of surging piano sound suddenly sounded from the right side, like a roaring dragon and tiger, which was thrilling and dizzying.
The second lyre began to sing, its strings beating violently.
The servants were shocked and some couldn't believe it.
"Call two harps"
Ziyaqin looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise, which really surprised him.
At this time, he felt even more helpless when he saw the second lyre, showing off his high range ability at its limit.
How much I want to leave myself
Under the high sound of the piano, a faint piano sound sounded, which made people feel like they could see the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, making it seem erratic.
Very ethereal.
The third lyre began to sing.
The servants in the valley were stunned when they saw it. The three nine-fret lyres all wanted to follow Feng Sanding. They looked at Feng Qingyan standing among the flowers in shock.
Ziyaqin smiled bitterly again when she saw the third qin flying up.
The most dignified genius of the Holy City's lyre, he was so unwilling to play the three-piece nine-fret lyre, so impatient to leave him
Although, he plans to give it away
But giving it away yourself and leaving them are two different things.
At this time, Ziya Qin also became a little curious. If there were more than three nine-fret qins in the Baihua Valley, how many nine-fret qins would fly by themselves?
He had to marvel in his heart.
He is worthy of being a Sanding gentleman who is famous all over the world. He is indeed different from others. Since he has a strong desire to follow Feng Sanding with three nine-piece qins, I will give them all to him.
Ziyaqin smiled and found a good owner for the three nine-fret qins.
But at this moment, the sound of the piano sounded again. Although the sound was clear and light, not at all high and exciting, it felt like seeing a vast ocean after hearing it.
Ziyaqin's face was startled, and she seemed to be a little frozen.
The sound of the piano comes from the thatched cottage.
The servants' shocked eyes fell on one of the thatched cottages one by one.
The young master said that he would give away three nine-fret qins, but Feng Sanding summoned four qins to sing, and one of them was a six-fret lyre.
When the sound of the six-fret harp sounded, the sound of the three nine-fret harps stopped reluctantly.
How could they possibly win over the sixth grade?
Ziyaqin wanted to know just now, if there were more than three nine-fret qins in the valley, how many of them would start flying by themselves?
.
Now he knows.
Except for his royal lyre, all the lyres may sing and fly by themselves.
Sanding gentleman is indeed a lover of the holy way
Although Ziyaqin is extremely arrogant, she has to admire the Sanding gentleman who is famous all over the world.
"You are willing to follow me"
Feng Qingyan tried hard to control his trembling hands, and smiled at the three nine-fret pianos.
The Nine-Pin Qin, which was originally a little disappointed, seemed to have really heard Feng Qingyan's words. It trembled slightly and made bursts of cheerful music.
The three nine-fret qins all flew towards Feng Qingyan.
Ziyaqin didn't stop her when she saw it.
Although he did not say that each person could take three harps, he also did not say that each person could only take one harp.
This was a situation he didn't expect.
"Thank you, Master, for sending me the piano."
When the three nine-fret harps fell beside Feng Qingyan, he turned around and saluted Ziya Qin in front of the thatched cottage. As for the six-fret harp inside the thatched cottage, Quan acted as if he had not heard it.
Ziya Qin pondered for a moment, then said to the six-fret Qin in the thatched cottage, "Go."
clank
The sound of the piano sounded again in the thatched cottage.
It seems to be thanking Zi Yaqin
call out
The six-fret qin flew out of the thatched cottage and landed next to Feng Qingyan.
Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment and then said, "Sir, this piano is for Xun."
"It is willing to follow a gentleman. If I force it to stay, it will be unjust."
After Ziyaqin shook his head, although Feng Qingyan had not finished what he said, he knew what Feng Qingyan wanted to say, so he looked up at the night sky and said, "As for summoning souls, if the sky is sentimental, it will reappear in the world; if the sky is ruthless,"
"There will be love one day."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
He always felt that there was something familiar about spiritualism. It seemed that he had heard it somewhere. Maybe he could look for it and see if he could find a paragraph or two.
"hope so."
Ziyaqin said silently that he had been searching for soul-calling for ten years, but he could not find even one paragraph, let alone one or two paragraphs.
If we could really find one or two paragraphs, we might be able to bring back the spirit of our deceased wife.
"Since you are willing to follow me, then I will live up to you." Feng Qingyan said to Liupin Qin, and then gave a slight salute, "Qingyan thanks you again, Master, for sending me the Qin."
"No, they follow you voluntarily. I'm just keeping them temporarily."
Ziyaqin waved her hands and said.
"Qingyan bids farewell and will come back to see the young master someday."
After Feng Qingyan handed over his hand, he looked at the four qin and felt a little embarrassed. How could one person hold it?
"How dare you allow a gentleman to visit you?"
Ziyaqin smiled and shook her head, and told her servants, "You will serve as a gentleman."
"promise."
Four beautiful servants came forward and respectfully held the lyre.
"Qingyan thanks you all, young ladies."
After Feng Qingyan bowed, he walked towards the entrance of the valley.
"Don't dare."
The servant bowed slightly and followed Feng Qingyan.
Ziyaqin looked at Feng Qingyan leaving, looked up at the night sky again, with a self-deprecating sneer on his face. Why did he, the world-famous first-class lyre, leave him? In fact, he understood in his heart.
Because they follow him, they will only continue to collect dust and be put in a corner.
There were more students gathered at Taniguchi, and many students had just climbed out of bed. At this time, they were a little stunned when they saw Feng Qingyan walking empty-handed, although he was still pure and refined.
"Didn't get the piano"
Many students were stunned.
"It shouldn't be. Didn't it say that if you enter the valley, you can get the Nine-Pin Qin?" Some students wondered why Feng Sanding returned empty-handed when he had clearly entered the valley.
Could it be that Young Master Qin doesn’t keep his words?