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Chapter 142: Take it, take it!

 "Zheng——!"

Just when Yang An was staring at the strange painting, his mind seemed to be integrated into the painting, and he was surrounded by countless evil spirits, a piano sound suddenly sounded in Yang An's mind.

Like the brilliant sword light, one sword can destroy thousands of strange phenomena.

At this moment, Yang An was brought into a space that seemed like a fairyland.

In the mist, a group of girls with beautiful looks, graceful figures and extraordinary temperament are surrounding a fairy with stunning appearance and peerless grace, who is sitting in front of the guqin. She is the fairy in the painting.

At this moment, she was very beautiful, especially the kind of immortal spirit that was not stained by the dust and did not eat the fireworks of the world. Yang An was stunned when he saw her, but he did not have the slightest thought of blasphemy.

"Zheng~~~~"

With a gentle touch of bare hands, the sound of the piano begins again.

The fairy's eyes flashed, her bright eyes smiled, and the sound of the piano coincided with it, instantly making Yang An feel like his soul was drawn out.

The melodious and melodious sound of the piano floats gently, like a breeze or a drizzle, nourishing the heart and washing the soul.

The girls surrounding the fairy danced to the music of the piano, forming a beautiful picture.

But at this moment, Yang An's whole mind was attracted by the music of the piano and the fairy's fingers.

Every finger seemed to be engraved in his mind.

Not only the fingering techniques, but also the mystery of the movement of power in the fairy's body were all clearly engraved in Yang An's mind bit by bit.

One piece after another, from the simple to the deep, various artistic conceptions are constantly evolving.

Joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, surprise, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind.

This is the evolution of the artistic conception of the seven emotions and six desires, using the sound of the piano to enter the Tao.

The celestial sound is so subtle that I don’t know the spring and autumn.

Yang An didn't know when he was sitting cross-legged in front of the piano, with all kinds of emotions surging around his body. He was happy, angry, worried, thoughtful, sad, fearful, and startled with the sound of the piano...

What you see with your eyes, hear with your ears, smell with your nose, taste with your tongue, feel with your body, feel...

Coming in droves.

Gradually, his hands moved.

"Zheng——!"

The sound of the piano really sounded.

It started softly, then became soothing, and gradually, sometimes it was like a storm, sometimes it was like a breeze and drizzle, sometimes it was like a volcano erupting, sometimes it turned into thousands of miles of ice...

One after another the music of the piano floated out.

The sound of the piano fills the sky, and the heaven and earth are in turmoil.

Endless Tao rhyme sweeps across the world.

When Yang An's last note fell, the guqin in front of him suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the painting.

Then the picture scroll seemed to turn into endless colorful notes, like butterflies, connected in a string, and got into Yang An's eyebrows.

The next moment, the "wonderland" in front of Yang An disappeared. At some point, he was already standing at the end of the palace. The previous scroll disappeared without a trace.

"This is the inheritance of the Immortal Sound Holy Realm? It's so powerful...

Fairy? Real... fairy?

Evil spirits... human beings breed seven emotions and six desires, and fairy music is the evolution of seven emotions and six desires..."

Yang An was stunned.

Then his little eyes sparkled with ecstasy.

This is simply a legacy tailor-made for him!

His strongest thing is his soul, which is his mental power. However, even the materialized mental power has very little effect against a determined and strong enemy. But it is different now. With his soul, he can use the sound of the piano to

It can magnify the seven emotions and six desires a hundred and a thousand times, and even various illusions in evolution!

How lethal will this be?

"A generation of Qin Emperor is born! I'm afraid..."

Yang An did not waste time, and his senses spread unscrupulously. He first checked carefully in the main hall, but unfortunately he found no treasures, only a seemingly simple banquet. Yang An felt a faint trace of Taoist charm circulating,

Although it is just an ordinary material, it can be preserved in these ruins that have gone through so many years. Even if it is a common thing, it is probably extraordinary.

receive!

Soon Yang An entered the palace.

The spotless tables and chairs in the living room also look very ordinary, but Yang An feels that the things here are definitely not ordinary, put away, put away, put away. The pots and pans in the kitchen are all put away.

Then he started to enter the rooms one by one. The side rooms were obviously women's residences, but even the side rooms were a hundred times better than the No. 1 Yang An Tianzi villa. Many of the scattered women's items, even clothes, were intact and inscribed on them.

The talisman compilation is obviously much more advanced. It doesn’t matter whether it is used or not, but it is definitely valuable...

Are the cultural relics usable?

Even if it belongs to the fairy sister and maid, it is said to be produced by the fairy family.

Collect, collect, collect!

Anyway, there are enough storage bags. A big fat sheep like Qiu Feng can hold n number of storage bags with maximum capacity in one person. Many other people also have many storage bags. After all, they are all masters in the Xiantian realm.

The money in the storage bag is really nothing to them. Especially when they want to enter the ancient ruins space, many of them are clearly prepared.

Using locusts crossing the border to describe Yang An is very appropriate.

Finally arrived at the main room.

"Wow..."

As soon as he opened the door of the main room, the sound of rushing water reached Yang An's ears. A faint fragrance filled the whole house. At a glance, there was a faint mist of water floating in the bathroom at the end of the bedroom.

Yang An felt a thump in her heart and froze in place.

"It can't be done..."

"Wow, wow..."

The sound of teasing is still there.

Yang An was so nervous that he suffocated.

Is there anyone here? The fairy sister is taking a bath?

The image of the fairy taking a bath in the painting could not help but appear in his mind. Yang An suddenly felt a fever in his nose. The spirit, mood, will and nonsense of the Mahayana realm were all too fake. He was just a middle-class boy who knew how to taste.

That's the real deal.

He is Yang An, who looks better than Pan An, not Lao Liu.

But that's a fairy...

Not to mention staring at someone who is pregnant, staring him to death is enough. Not to mention that he is only in the marrow cleansing state, even if the real Mahayana state arrives, the result seems to be no suspense.

In the Mahayana realm, only those who have transcended tribulations and ascended can be called immortals.

Do immortals have no level? Of course they do. It’s just that it’s a level that Yang An can’t even touch, and he’s not even qualified to think about it.

"Young master, being able to come here first proves that you have obtained my inheritance. This is my place of enlightenment, and I hope that you will preserve this pure land for me. Outside the palace, there are countless medicinal herbs, which I think have already taken shape.

Help. Just take it. Use your harp to enter Taoism and your body to become a demon. Don’t be too greedy. Young master, you should remember..."

"God, fairy sister?"

Yang An shivered all over and shouted tremblingly.

He was shocked.

Really shocked...

Big boss, is there a hidden plot coming?

"Go ahead."

A celestial voice responded.

The sound of water splashing continued.

The tease made Yang Anxin unbearably itchy...

It wasn't that kind of itching, but the audacious one. His perception had spread over, and it was empty. There was only the warm spring water, the spring water filled with endless spiritual energy, as if it was spraying on its own.

A place of enlightenment, a pure land, ancient ruins...

Is it because my level of perception is not enough to sense it, or is this just a lingering thought left by the fairy before she attained enlightenment?


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