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The first thousand two hundred and twenty-five chapters merciless request

Pan De led the middle-aged man and the old man out of the Changhe Shop in an aggressive manner, but what made him dumbfounded was that he could not find any trace of the hateful demigod ant.

"You Rong, where is this kid hiding?"

Pan De looked at the old man beside him. This old man's consciousness was the strongest among the three. Although his cultivation level was only in the middle stage of a god, his consciousness was close to the late stage of a god.

The old man looked a little embarrassed and said: "Young Master, I didn't even find that guy with my consciousness!"

Pan De was shocked and said with a gloomy look: "It seems that we underestimated that guy. It is not easy for this mere demigod to take out two hundred thousand sacred stones. I am afraid that he has some kind of hidden secret method, so he escaped.

Your consciousness."

The old man and the middle-aged man nodded in agreement, and the middle-aged man said: "Master, what should we do?"

"Don't worry about him, it's just a dark and yellow aura. But if you meet this little bastard next time by chance, kill him on the spot!" As he said this, Pan De said with a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

"Youshi is coming soon, let's enter Duyage Pavilion!"

Pan De took the old man and the middle-aged man into Duyage.

Not far away from Duyage Pavilion, Zhuo Wen silently watched Pan De and the others enter, warmly entertained by a maid in front of Duyage Pavilion.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen's appearance has completely changed. At this moment, he is a young man with a sickly pale face and a gloomy look. It is obvious at a glance that he is a master who is not easy to mess with.

When Zhuo Wen, who had changed his appearance, arrived at the door of Duyage, the woman in green shirt whom he met for the first time was standing not far from the door.

"Where is the place where Miss Wushang plays?" Zhuo Wen asked in a nonchalant manner.

The woman in green shirt frowned at Zhuo Wen, then pointed back and said: "Go straight forward, then turn right, and go all the way to the end, which is where Miss Wushang plays, but you need to pay five sacred stones first.

OK."

Now that Zhuo Wen has enough sacred stones, he naturally doesn't care about these five sacred stones. After paying the sacred stones, Zhuo Wen entered Duya Pavilion.

Following the instructions of the woman in green shirt, Zhuo Wen came to the end of the left turn.

This is an open-air venue with a large area, and a white jade platform is built in the center of the venue.

At this moment, a woman wearing a veil was sitting cross-legged on the high platform.

There is a guqin placed in front of this woman, and two maids stand on either side of her.

Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the veiled woman, and he could tell at a glance that this woman was Mo Yan Wushang.

There are a lot of seats under the white jade platform. Most of the seats are full at the moment. However, there are many people here. Although some seats are empty, most of the monks are standing under the platform and do not occupy them.

Those seats.

As for the three Pan De who entered first, Zhuo Wen found that they were sitting in the most conspicuous position below. There were also many young talents sitting near Pan De. The group of people were talking and laughing, which was quite lively.

Zhuo Wen grabbed a passing monk and asked, "Brother, there are still many places here, why do so many people prefer to stand?"

This monk was also a demigod in cultivation. He looked Zhuo Wen up and down and said strangely: "Brother, don't you know the rules here? The positions here all need to be paid with divine stones. The worst of these positions costs five.

The better ones cost several thousand for the Hundred God Stones, and most people are not willing to spend such money."

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen was also relieved, and immediately smiled and said: "Brother, I hit it off with you. I plan to buy a place. Do you want to go with me?"

As soon as the monk heard this, he knew that Zhuo Wen was going to treat him. He patted his chest, his face suddenly showed excitement, and he gave a thumbs up and said: "Brother, you are so proud!"

The two chose a slightly inferior position. After Zhuo Wen paid five hundred sacred stones, the two sat on the floor.

"Dare I ask my brother's name?"

The monk seemed quite happy to have Zhuo Wen, the one who had taken advantage of him, to treat him, and his words were full of enthusiasm.

"Longwen!"

Zhuo Wen answered casually, but his eyes were directed at Pan De, who was sitting in a conspicuous position.

The moment he first entered this place, he felt that the way Pan De looked at Mo Yan Wushang was extremely different, especially the fiery and deeply possessive look in his eyes, which made Zhuo Wen feel a chill in his heart.

"It turns out to be Brother Long. I am He Mu. There are not many people as hospitable as Brother Long nowadays. It is a blessing for He to get to know Brother Long." He Mu said enthusiastically.

Zhuo Wen waved his hand, but pointed at Pan De and others in a conspicuous position and said: "Brother He, that should be the best position, right? Who are the people who can sit in that position?"

He Mu chuckled and said: "Brother Long, you have asked the right person now, I know them all!"

Saying that, He Mu pointed at Pan De and said: "This man's name is Pan De, but he is a member of the Pan family of the Jinyang galaxy near the Changhe galaxy. This Pan family is not simple. Pan Tian, ​​the leader of the Jinyang galaxy, is a member of the Pan family. In the Jinyang galaxy, the Pan family

It is so powerful that no one dares to offend it.”

"Oh? Is this person of such great origin? Is this Pan De a descendant of Pan Tian?" Zhuo Wen asked in surprise.

"That's not true, but Pan De has a high background and a high status in the Pan family, and even if he is an insignificant person in the Pan family, he is much more noble than us casual cultivators."

Speaking of this, He Mu's eyes were a little dim. He was a casual cultivator. He relied on himself for everything in his cultivation. He even had to be able to save sacred stones. Compared with a rich kid like Pan De who could enjoy countless resources, the gap was too big.

big.

Zhuo Wen nodded, and then, under Zhuo Wen's insinuations, Zhuo Wen also learned from He Mu the identities of the people next to Pan De.

However, what is worth mentioning is the young man wearing a brocade uniform sitting closest to Pan De.

This young man's name is Qi Wei, he is a descendant of Qi Qi, and he is a very famous genius in the Changhe Star Lord's Palace. He has only been practicing for less than a hundred years, and he is already in the middle stage of being a god.

"Brother Long, Miss Wushang is about to perform. This must be your first time listening to Miss Wushang's music, right? I can tell you that Miss Wushang's music is indeed worth listening to."

"Any monk who listens to Miss Wushang's music will have all the distracting thoughts in his mind dispelled. You can even have some insights into the melody of the music. It can be said that Miss Wushang's music is magical."

Speaking of Mo Yan Wushang's music, He Mu's face turned red and he looked very excited.

Hearing He Mu's praise, Zhuo Wen was surprised. It was not that he had never heard the sound of Wushang's piano, but it didn't seem to be as magical as He Mu said.

"Miss Wushang is going to start playing!" He Mu suddenly said.

Zhuo Wen also paid attention to the high platform. Not only him, but all the monks around the high platform were staring at Mo Yan Wushang on the high platform.

Boom!

I saw Mo Yan Wushang's slender jade fingers slowly playing on the surface of the guqin.

The strings of the piano whisper in a low voice, like the water in the ditch whispering to the crops on the shore, and like a trickle, flowing slowly in the hearts of everyone.

The area around the high platform that was originally noisy fell silent the moment the piano sounded. Most of the monks closed their eyes and listened quietly to the sound of the piano.

When the sound of the piano sounded, Zhuo Wen was suddenly shocked. He actually heard a trace of Taoist rhyme from the sound of the piano.

This Silk Road Rhyme is somewhat similar to the Taoist Meaning, but it is completely different.

Zhuo Wen quietly listened to the Taoist rhyme in the sound of the piano, and suddenly thought about the Taoist meaning he had realized at the beginning, and found that under the influence of this music, his Taoist meaning actually surged.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen was quite shocked. He was sure that Wu Shang's original piano sound did not have this rhyme at all. He knew that this rhyme was probably realized by Wu Shang later.

Although he didn't know what kind of power it was, he could guess that this rhyme was definitely as mysterious a force as the meaning of the Tao.

"When did Wu Shang realize such mysterious power?" Zhuo Wen stared at the woman on the high platform with a pensive look in his eyes.

Almost everyone in the audience closed their eyes at the meaning of the music and listened carefully to the artistic conception and insights brought about by the music.

Only Zhuo Wen and another person were not affected by the sound of the piano at all.

Zhuo Wen has the power of Taoism himself, and the power of meaning in the sound of the piano should be of the same origin as Zhuo Wen's Taoism, so it cannot affect Zhuo Wen.

Not far from Zhuo Wen, in another remote corner, a dark figure wrapped in a thick black robe, whose face was difficult to see clearly, was hiding in the darkness, silently paying attention to Mo Yan Wushang.

"This child is actually not affected by the power of music at all?"

The mysterious black-robed man also noticed Zhuo Wen who was not affected, but murmured in surprise.

This mysterious man in black robe is like darkness, even Zhuo Wen is not aware of it at all, which shows that this man in black robe is extremely extraordinary.

The sound of the piano slowly faded away, giving everyone present a feeling of loss. Obviously, no one wanted to wake up from the sound of the piano so early.

"Miss Wushang's piano music is still so charming. I really want to listen to it again!" He Mu said with some melancholy.

As soon as Mo Yan Wushang finished the song, he slowly stood up, picked up the guqin, and planned to leave the high platform.

"Miss Wushang, stay a moment!"

Suddenly, Pan De, who was sitting in the main seat, shouted loudly.

Pan De's voice was quite loud, instantly breaking the tranquility of the place and causing many monks to frown slightly.

However, after seeing that the owner of the voice was Pan De, although everyone was dissatisfied, they did not dare to show it too much. They knew that Pan De had a big background.

Mo Yan Wushang stopped, looked at Pan De calmly and said, "What's the matter?"

Pan De cupped his hand and said with a smile: "Miss Wushang, please fulfill the promise you made last time to Feng Qiuhuang."

As soon as Pan De said this, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Everyone present is not a fool. How could they not know what playing Feng Qiuhuang means?

Mo Yan Wushang's pretty face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Pan, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. When did Wushang promise you to play Feng Qiuhuang?"

Pan De, however, was calm and took out a token with the word 'Ya' engraved on it from his arms and said, "Then I think Miss Wushang knows what this token is, right? No matter whether Miss Wushang promised it or not,

Today, please ask Miss Wushang to agree to Pan’s unkind invitation."


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