"My God! Guqin worth tens of millions of fairy stones..."
Chidori seemed to have been frightened stupid, his mind was full of thousands of fairy stones.
"Little girl Qianniao, just now Liuli said that the last time a Fenghui guqin from ancient times was auctioned for tens of millions of immortal stones was a long, long time ago. The value... is definitely more than 10 million, maybe 30 to 50 million, maybe even more."
When Xuan Yun's voice came, Chidori's mind went blank for a moment, and he murmured in a daze, "30 to 50 million... maybe more... oh my god!"
Qiandiao couldn't bear it any longer, ran to Qian Ling's side, and said excitedly, "Sister Ling'er, have you heard that your guqin is worth more than three to fifty million yuan, if it is sold , we will make a fortune!"
Qian Ling said helplessly: "You little girl knows how to get rich all day long, so I might as well change your name to Xiaocai from now on."
Liuli said: "Sister Qianniao, why sell such a good guqin, Fenghui guqin is the guqin that many qin fairies dream of, and many seniors in our Lotus Secret Realm, including Senior Brother Xuanyun, have always wanted to own a guqin Fenghui Guqin, but Fenghui Guqin is so rare that no one is willing to sell it even if the price is high."
Xuan Yun also said: "That's true. Fenghui Guqin is very rare and has a high appreciation space. It is very worth collecting. Its value is so high that it cannot be measured by how many immortal stones. The most important thing is that the reason why Fenghui Guqin It is named Fenghui because the sound of the piano is unique and full of mysteries, like reincarnation in the wind, it is very magical, and this is the real reason why many Qin immortals dream of it."
"But... 30 to 50 million is really a lot of fairy stones..."
Chidori is indeed a little money fanatic, her biggest dream is to own countless fairy stones, but in this life, let alone three to fifty million, it is ten million, even if a million fairy stones are piled up high, she has never seen it. Pass.
"Sister Qiandiao, you are really... 30 to 50 million sounds like a lot, but when you really spend it, it's not that much." Liuli said with a smile: "Now an entry-level fairy weapon on the market costs 60 million yuan. There are millions of fairy stones, even if you only buy one piece, you will spend countless fairy stones every year to refine this magic weapon, and the remaining fairy stones won't take long... "
"Hey, Sister Liuli, don't say that, okay? I'm not as rich as you guys. Thirty to fifty million is nothing to you, but to me... it's simply too much. I don't even dream of it." I have seen so many fairy stones."
Liuli said helplessly: "It's not a question of whether you have money or not. In the future, when you have your own fortune and refine it, you will know that thirty to fifty million is really like running water."
Everyone's family background, cultivation base, and experience are different, so their vision is naturally different.
Like Qiandiao, who is only a golden immortal and has no good luck. Apart from what she needs for cultivation, the most she spends is tempering her own half-finished fairy weapon. In fact, she doesn't need much throughout the year. Xianshi can handle it completely, and there is still some leftovers.
but.
Things like Xuanyun and Liuli are different.
Each of the two of them has two good fortunes, plus two or three pieces of fairy weapons and magic weapons, and they are all high-grade. Just refining these good fortune and magic weapons costs millions of fairy stones every year. Left and right, and only a little more, this is just a necessary expense, if it is added to their usual daily expenses, it will be even more scary.
You must know that they were born rich, and their daily consumption is also extravagant. Today's delicious meal costs as much as 10,000. It is a luxury for Chidori, but it is very common for them, not at all. worth mentioning.
beside.
Gu Qingfeng poured himself a drink, looked at them, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
In ancient times, although resources were scarce and survival was not easy, everyone came out step by step. As long as they became immortals, they would basically be able to survive and be admired in the secular world. The immortals who come out are no better than anyone else, whoever can grab the resources is counted as someone's ability, and the gap between the rich and the poor is not too big.
And now.
Immortals don't have to boil anymore.
Basically born as a celestial being.
After all, it has been thousands of years since the opening of the present and ancient times, and the resources of the Great Thousand World have either been occupied or monopolized.
Different family backgrounds are destined to have different fates. The poor will only get poorer, the rich will only get richer, the poor will die poor, and the rich will die rich.
Immortals with no family background are doomed to struggle for survival.
Gu Qingfeng was sighing, and the sound of the piano suddenly sounded.
Gu Qingfeng held the wine glass, raised Erlang's legs, changed his posture, looked over, and found that Qianling in the field had already started playing.
The sound of the piano came to my ears, like a breeze blowing, and accompanied by the sound of the piano, it echoed and lingered in my mind.
The moment the sound of the piano sounded, Gu Qingfeng not only raised his brows slightly, he was quite surprised by Qianling's attainments in the field of rhythm. Although he didn't know when Qianling started to study the rhythm, the time should not be very long. After all, Qianling She has only practiced for more than forty years, not to mention that she has been "a monk halfway through", but she has been studying the rhythm of music for the past forty years. To achieve such accomplishments, her talent is definitely enough.
Whether it is the flexible use of various fingering techniques, the mystery of various chords, or the artistic conception of various tunes, they are all extraordinary.
close your eyes.
Gu Qingfeng listened carefully to the piece played by Qianling.
The tune is very beautiful, like a dream, and it penetrates into it, giving people a very wonderful feeling.
Not only Gu Qingfeng felt this way, but Xuanyun, Liuli, Qiandiao and others in the arena were all the same. They were all infected by Qianling's piano sound, sinking into it, as if they were in a dream. In the dream, they were like a cheerful butterfly Dancing freely in the air, jumping over many mountains, across all rivers and seas, across patches of forests... Just like that, flying non-stop.
That feeling of freedom is so exciting.
At the end of the song, everyone seems to be still immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves, and still have something to say.
"Wow! It's such a wonderful feeling... really... so desirable..." Liuli asked in amazement: "Sister Ling'er, what song are you playing?"
"It's a piece I composed a while ago."
"Fairy Qian Ling can create such a beautiful song, I really admire it!!" Xuan Yun exclaimed: "Can you tell me the name of this song?"
"No name yet."
"If there is no name, I will dare to name this song 'Longing'. I don't know what Fairy Qianling thinks?"
"Longing? That's a good name!"
Both Liuli and Qianling felt that the name Longing fit the artistic conception of this song.
"Longing?" Qian Ling murmured, lost in thought.
"I just finished listening to the song, and I was very moved. According to the artistic conception expressed in the song, I thought of the word longing. If the fairy is not satisfied, don't mind."
"Master Xuanyun misunderstood, I am not dissatisfied, I just..." Qian Ling shook his head slightly, and said: "I just... I don't know what kind of artistic conception I express in this song."
"Sister Ling'er, this is a song you composed yourself, how can you not know the artistic conception in the song?"
"I really do not know… "
At this time, a lazy voice came: "Since you don't know, let's call it 'Wandering'."
When the word "hesitation" came, Qian Ling's heart trembled suddenly, and he stared at the plain-looking guy who poured his own drink with an inconceivable look, as if he was looking for himself.