The sound of Sui Hansou's piano aroused endless resonance from other old people.
They all had an inexplicable feeling of sadness and indignation in their hearts. They listened to the long and gentle sound of the piano and sighed about the immortal heart. How noble and elegant it was, the innocent Taoist heart. However, this Taoist heart was about to be broken. Go, there are people who are stupid and stupid in the world of mortals, so that’s it. But these people still don’t want to see themselves living in a corner, and they want to destroy their state of mind and drag themselves into the world of mortals to wallow.
People like me just want some peace and quiet. Why do these people always refuse to let me go
Not only the Seven Friends of Foreign Affairs, but also Mr. Tianji.
Sui Hansou loved playing the piano the most, and his skills were unparalleled in the world. More importantly, he had the highest level of cultivation, almost reaching the realm of divine transformation. Now when he plays the piano, he also injects his understanding of the great ways of heaven and earth into the piano. Here, it turns into music and flies between heaven and earth.
Under this profound and endless music that coincides with the laws of heaven and earth, no one can resist the artistic conception in his music, not even Mr. Tianji. He even felt the state of mind of the seven alien friends in the music. I also felt their disappointment and anger towards me, and I began to feel a little ashamed of myself. I felt that my worldliness had stained the white snow here!
He turned around and looked at Fang Yuan, trying to persuade Fang Yuan to leave.
People like me, who live in the mortal world, just wallow in the mortal world and don't disturb the master's state of mind.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the chessboard, motionless.
He could feel the realm in the sound of the piano, and even this realm made him very envious. He also wanted to be in the realm described by the sound of the piano, holding a book, brewing a pot of wine, and being leisurely and at ease. His world is raging with wars and intrigues...
But he can't!
He heard the sadness and anger in the music, but he was also dissatisfied in his heart.
That's why I killed Long Jiansou!
Lord Xuanming must be brought back, otherwise the speed of deriving the Nine Heavens Perfect Circle will be slowed down for who knows how long. And now, there are only less than nineteen years before the great catastrophe comes, and there is still time to set up the grand formation. , too few.
In the first bet at that time, Fang Yuan had already won the bet against Lord Xuan Ming and controlled his destiny. However, at this time, Long Jiansou was the first to step forward and use his power to disrupt the situation, forcing Fang Yuan to bet on swordsmanship with him. In exchange for Lord Xuanming staying in the snowy plains, this was an unreasonable thing, because he didn't know how good Fang Yuan was at swordsmanship at that time, and thought that Fang Yuan was only good at formations...
... It was precisely because he was so unreasonable that Fang Yuan killed him with one sword!
After killing Long Jiansou, he could no longer give in to this bet.
Fang Yuan was silently thinking about how to win this gambling battle.
He has comprehended 90% of the Heavenly Skills, comprehended all the ancient magic chapters, and his understanding of the Great Dao is almost comparable to that of the masters of the great saints. After understanding these things, he may be able to learn anything with half the effort, but this does not mean that he can succeed without learning. For him, time is too short on the path of spiritual practice. He has too many things he wants to learn, but has never had the chance to learn them.
Just like music, he knows nothing about it.
Maybe if a blind man randomly picks up the pipa on the street, he is not as good as him. Maybe in a brothel, if he randomly picks up a poor man who is just learning the pipa, he is not as good as him. How can he be able to win on this melody, which is unparalleled in the world? An old man who is in cold weather
But Fang Yuan thought silently in his heart and still refused to give up.
When the cultivators saw that he was not moving, they knew in their hearts that Fang Yuan was not sure and started to laugh a little.
By this time, Fang Yuan could already admit defeat.
However, when they refused to admit defeat just now, Fang Yuan didn't force them, so naturally they couldn't force Fang Yuan.
What they hope now is actually that Fang Yuan take the initiative to admit defeat at this tune, so that everyone can save each other's face and retreat. They will not pursue Fang Yuan's killing of Long Jiansou, and Fang Yuan will not mention other matters. Bet to win…
The sound of the piano is clearer and tinkling. Now the artistic conception in the sound of the piano has changed again, and it is an empty and quiet state of mind. It seems that the person playing the piano does not want to be stained by the sadness and anger, so it still changes back. What they ask for is just peace and quiet. They just want the person who has soiled the snow around them to leave, stop disturbing them, and just go and wallow in your dirty world...
At this moment, Fang Yuan sighed quietly.
He stood up, flicked his sleeves lightly, and a golden toad appeared in the green air. The toad opened its big mouth. Fang Yuan thought about it, and then he saw the toad's mouth. Something flew out of the toad. When all the cultivators looked at it, they couldn't help but were stunned. What flew out of the toad's mouth was a big black drum. It was simple and ordinary, without any elegance at all.
He actually wants to challenge
All the cultivators were stunned, unable to laugh or cry.
Moreover, using the simplest instrument such as a drum to challenge Sui Hansou's unparalleled piano sound
Even Mr. Tianji was a little embarrassed and wanted to persuade Fang Yuan to stop.
Just think that your trip was in vain, and return to Yilou to think of a solution!
But Fang Yuan was very serious. He stood the big drum in front of him, holding two black pepper hammers, and remained motionless. This serious look made it difficult for Mr. Tianji to disturb him. He could only watch from the side, just looking at this. In a competition, don’t lose too badly...
The sound of the piano changed again, and seemed to have more of a teasing tone, urging Fang Yuan to stop.
The girls in red clothes next to him were all laughing and pointing at Fang Yuan.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly held a big mallet and struck the drum hard.
"Boom!"
"Dong dong huh huh!"
"Dong dong dong!"
The sound of the drum was monotonous and dull, completely different from the clear and clear sound of the piano. However, Fang Yuan used all his magic power and beat it hard, but the sound was powerful and powerful, shaking the surroundings. Every sound was like knocking on the heart of a person, making him breathless. The blood flows rapidly...
Sui Hansou's face changed slightly, his magic power was moving, his fingers were flying, and the sound of the piano was changing, like an invisible sky and earth, covering everyone inside. Between the sky and the earth, the stars changed, the wind and clouds flowed, and everything in the world was... Becoming small, all disputes are like a joke in front of this eternity. Only this heaven and earth, only that realm, eternal existence, overlooking the world!
But under the sound of the piano, the drum sound continues!
Fang Yuan played the drum very simply. He just had a resolute look on his face and played slowly and unhurriedly.
His magic power is not as good as Sui Hansou's, his music is not as good as Sui Hansou's, and this animal skin drum is not as good as Sui Hansou's Xuanbing Xianqin.
But the sound of the drum sounded solemnly, but it had the meaning of endless iron-blooded killing.
Mr. Tianji's expression gradually changed, and he heard the sound of the drum that Fang Yuan was beating.
That's the war drum of the devil's side!
When the demon soldiers fought bloody battles and charged towards the endless dark creatures, they were accompanied by the sound of drums.
The drums are beating together, and we are ready for danger.
With the sound of drums, demons are slain.
The drums are beating together, I don’t know if I will ever come back, but I hope my heart doesn’t feel cold!
All the old people present could no longer smile.
Even the children in red couldn't laugh at this time.
Fang Yuan had personally experienced the battlefield at Devil's Edge, seen the scene of tens of thousands of armies fighting, and seen the dense, almost despairing darkness of creatures. Therefore, from the sound of his drums, the cultivators seemed to see each one. The army fought with the dark creatures. In the middle of the fighting, I didn't know when I was swallowed by the dark creatures. I didn't know how many of my comrades were left after a charge...
These soldiers on the side of the devil don't know anything about tranquility and elegance, nor do they know anything about wonderful music!
All they know is that when the drums sound together, it’s time to go to war!
No matter life or death, no matter injury or illness, the only thing that accompanies me is the sound of drums.
Fang Yuan has just returned from the demon side. He has experienced the fighting and despair between the demon side and the demon realm, and he is filled with war and murderous intent.
Now this murderous intention is conveyed in the sound of drums, shaking the world.
…
…
"Zhengzheng..."
The sound of Sui Hansou's piano suddenly became chaotic.
His piano is a good one, his skills are unparalleled, his state of mind is pure, and his magic power exceeds Fang Yuan's.
However, under the impact of Fang Yuan's drum sound, which brought the killing intent and the iron-blooded artistic conception, the elegance contained in his piano sound was suddenly torn to pieces by the impact, as if no matter how pure it was, no matter how flawless it was. Suddenly, a cloud of hot blood is poured on the ice and snow. The ice and snow will also melt and become bloody, dirty, and ugly, like the most miserable and ugliest existence in the world...
Elegant and elegant, your life is gone, you are elegant ass!
Sui Hansou's palm playing the piano suddenly stopped, and the long sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
No matter how advanced his cultivation and piano skills are, he can no longer play at this time.
Because his mind is confused.
So he stopped playing the piano, turned to look at Fang Yuan, and listened to the monotonous and dull drum sound with the others.
There is no snow on the mountains, no clear dew on the weeping willows in this drum sound, only iron and blood, wind and sand!
Lord Xuanming listened to the sound of the drum, and the sadness and anger on his face gradually receded, leaving only desolation. Xingluosou sighed in a low voice and threw away the chess pieces in his hands. Baichisou and Bai Zhangsou stopped pretending. Tsukuru continued to look at the Qing Qi Talisman, but turned around. Although there was helplessness on his face, it was more self-deprecating. The Dragon Marrow Old Man had already sat on the stone next to him, rubbing his own. Face.
Mr. Tianji, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, Lao Huai was relieved.
…
…
"Dong..."
Fang Yuan finished playing the drum for the last time and turned around.
The sound of the drums is melodious and lingering, as if it is going to reach the horizon and spread all over the world.
Fang Yuan put away the drumsticks, bowed slowly to Sui Hansou, and said, "Senior, I actually don't understand music!"
The old man Sui Hansou also remained silent, put away the piano on his knees, then stood up slowly, greeted Fang Yuan, and sighed: "I can tell that you really don't understand the music, even with these few drum beats, It’s just a matter of imitating others, but this bet…”
He was silent for a long time and said: "You win!"
The faces of all the old men around him became extremely gloomy, and they all saluted Fang Yuan.
No matter who you are, you can tell that Fang Yuan is certainly not as good as Sui Hansou in terms of music and temperament, but Fang Yuan did win the gambling battle just now. Sui Hansou's artistic conception may be higher than Fang Yuan's. , but no one can suppress the will in Fang Yuan's drum sound, the true iron-blooded spirit of the battlefield. The melody is simple and primitive, but it is the most important thing.
They originally had many excuses, such as the chess game was not finished and there were many kinds of talismans.
But at this time, as Sui Hansou said these words, no one made excuses anymore and just admitted defeat.
"Seven friends of Huawai, today I lost at the hands of my little friend. If you want to kill me or chop me into pieces, I will do as you please!"
Sui Hansou said softly, his expression unchanged.
With his cultivation level, if he doesn't admit defeat, who can force him
If he wants to leave, who can keep him
But he still said this frankly and without any complaints.
"This junior doesn't want to mention the word killing anymore!"
Fang Yuan saluted the six old people and said, "I just want to ask the six seniors to leave this fairyland and enter the human world again!"
The six old men looked at each other and sighed. In fact, they had already guessed what Fang Yuan was thinking. They were just a little confused when they saw Fang Yuan swinging his sword to kill the old man Long Jian. So when they surrendered just now, , I really thought that Fang Yuan would want the heads of the six of them, but they didn't expect that what Fang Yuan did was still just what they thought about, but it made them feel a little emotional.
"If there is such a day, great disasters will never come again, and the world will be peaceful..."
Fang Yuan suddenly spoke at this moment and looked at the six of them: "... I actually want to live this kind of life the most!"
(End of chapter)