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Chapter 152: Recognize the position of the Son of God, startled!

"What a handsome boy, he looks like an immortal from heaven!" She marveled in her heart, then hurriedly bowed down and said:

"Qin Lian, see the Son of God!"

Hearing this, Qin Yu asked curiously: "The Ceremony of Conferring Gods has not passed yet, and I am not the true Son of God yet. Why are you calling me like this?"

He had always thought that no one among the younger generation of the Qin clan would recognize him as the Son of God except Qin Siyao and Qin Zhongwen.

The woman in front of him surprised him quite a bit.

"My master has said that the people appointed by the Holy Ancestor are not just ordinary people." Qin Lian raised her beautiful face and stared at Qin Yu: "The position of the Qin Clan's God Son belongs to none other than the Young Master!"

oh?

Hearing this, Qin Yu's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Who is your commander?"

"Wutong Mountain, Qin Sheng, Lord Qin Xi!"

Qin Sheng?

Hearing these two words, Qin Yu was slightly surprised.

It should be noted that in the Tianxuan world, there have been many years since there has been no one who has become a saint through the sound of the piano.

He himself is the only one.

I didn't expect that there would be such a person in the Qin clan.

"Master Qin Sheng sent you here, why are you looking for me?"

"May I ask, Sir, did you play a piece of music last night?" Qin Lian said, her eyes never moving away from Qin Yu.

When Qin Yu heard this, he vaguely guessed the purpose of the visitor.

He nodded and said: "It is true!"

Qin Lian was overjoyed when she heard this and said: "Master once said that it is difficult to find a good friend. In the world of heaven for countless thousands of years, there are only a few people who can discuss music and music with Master."

"But the master was shocked by a piece of music last night. He said that the young master's piano skills are not inferior to hers at all. Therefore, I would like to ask the young master to come to the Cangwu Hall to practice music. I wonder... if the young master can agree?"

"You can do anything you want!" Qin Yu agreed decisively without much hesitation.

To be honest, with his current level of piano skills, there are not many people who can compare with him.

It is said that it is always cold at high places, and it is the same no matter which path it is placed on.

In the past, he had never deliberately sought out the fleeting warmth around him.

Even between the lower realm and his fiancée Shangguan Xiaoyue, it is more about letting nature take its course.

But after last night, he found that his heart began to change.

Maybe in the near future, many people in the Qin clan will die.

Whether it is a saint, a monk under the holy realm, or himself.

In the face of death, all are equal.

Then there are many things to pursue beyond life and death.

There are still many gaps in his life that need to be filled.

He wanted to grab something so that he would not regret it in the future.

It is said that meeting a close friend in high mountains and flowing water, and if you meet one today, it is a once-in-a-lifetime fate that you cannot miss.

"Please lead the way, girl!" Qin Yu thought about this and smiled as warmly as a spring day.

"Master, please come with me!"



Wutong Mountain is located very close to Fengming Mountain.

The so-called Fengqi Wutong, it can be imagined that the master of this mountain, Qin Sheng, has quite an unusual significance to the Qin people.

This mountain is steep and straight to the sky.

It's enough to scare ordinary people.

But for practitioners, it is just a different kind of scenery.

The two came on a cloud and landed in front of a main hall.

There is a small bluestone square here, surrounded by boulders and vines piled in twos and threes...

The greenery is refreshing and refreshing.

At this time, the square was filled with Qin's children who were learning piano skills.

Among them, female disciples account for the majority.

Due to his long-term practice of music, he has a remarkable temperament.

At the forefront of the crowd was an unforgettable and stunningly beautiful woman.

He seems to be only twenty-nine years old, but there is an intoxicating charm between his eyebrows.

Wearing a plain white dress with no fancy decorations, she looks like a snowy plum standing proudly in the cold winter. Just one look at her makes her feel calm and refreshing.

This person is the Qin Sheng!

When she saw the two of them arriving, she smiled, stood up slowly, bowed and said, "The Son of God is here in person, but I didn't come far to greet you. I hope you'll forgive me."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the men and women present changed.

Qin Sheng actually recognized Qin Yu's position as the Son of God in public!

……………………

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Qin Zhongming looked at the trembling followers in the hall and said with an unhappy expression.

Those people knelt on the ground, looked at him cautiously, and said, "The person who played the piano last night is probably Qin Yu, who is in the middle of the Qin Emperor."

Bang!

A crisp cracking sound was heard, and the person kneeling at the front felt a slight sting on his face.

However, the fragments of the cup smashed by Qin Zhongming in anger were pierced into his face.

But he didn't dare to complain, he just knelt there trembling more and more.

"Qin Yu... actually has such advanced piano skills!" Qin Zhongyin's eyes were slightly frightened.

The almost real fantasy last night made him think about it again and again.

If Qin Zhongming hadn't been awakened unexpectedly by Qin Wenshan, they would have stayed in that illusion until the music ended.

If such a terrifying Qintao intends to target them, he will kill them while they are in the illusion...

Tsk tsk, the consequences are disastrous.

At this moment, a disciple came in from the door and reported:

"Two young masters, a quarter of an hour ago, the Qin Sheng of Wutong Mountain sent his first disciple, Qin Lian, to the Emperor Qin's residence to invite Qin Yu to the Cangwu Hall for a talk."

"What?" Qin Zhongyin stood up suddenly, his eyes full of surprise: "Are you sure it was Qin Sheng who invited him?"

"I'm sure! I heard what Miss Qin Lian said with my own ears, and it's not wrong!" the man affirmed.

"Why did Qin Sheng suddenly invite Qin Yu to Wutong Mountain when he never participated in these overt and covert fights?" Qin Zhongming frowned when he heard this.

"Perhaps you just value his piano skills and want to compete with him?"

"Do you believe this?" Qin Zhongming sneered: "During the Ceremony of Conferring Gods, Qin Yu was going to accept the challenge from the younger generation of the whole clan. His achievements made a big fuss and everyone knew about it."

"Even if she, the Qin Sheng, remains aloof from the world, will she not be able to hear this little movement?"

"Calling Qin Yu to Wutong Mountain at this time is obviously to support Qin Yu!"

As soon as these words came out, the people in the hall looked at each other in confusion and said: "Young master, why should you worry? Even if Sheng Qin expresses her position, she is only one of the thirty-six mountain masters of the Qin clan. There are also thirty-five mountain masters."

Woolen cloth!"

"Idiot!" Qin Zhongming heard this and angrily shouted: "Of the thirty-six preaching peaks of the Qin clan, only Wutong Mountain is located on the side of Fengming Mountain. Have you ever thought about why?"

"The mountain masters of all generations have cultivated themselves at the first level of the Holy Realm. Whenever there are signs of breakthrough, they all need to abdicate and retreat... But only Qin Sheng can firmly sit on the position of the mountain master with the cultivation of the second level of the Holy Realm. You

Have you ever wondered why?"

"Probably... there is no one in Wutong Mountain who can carry the banner!" the disciples guessed.

"Idiot! Idiot!" Qin Zhongming heard this and almost couldn't help but beat the group of people in front of him to death.

How could he have a group of such stupid useless people under his command?

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