"The Wind Ling Po Whirling I played is only thirty-seven mysteries, but you have never heard it before, but now you can play ninety-nine and eighty-one mysteries."
Although Situ Zhengnan was very angry and dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't show it. He just stared at Gu Qingfeng with a sullen face and asked, "So, according to my thirty-seven levels of mysteries, you made the wind spirit whirling Deduce all the mysteries?"
"What's the matter, can't you?"
Gu Qingfeng didn't look at him, drinking a little wine, while refining something for Xiao Jin'er with various crystals, he said with a smile: "Master's melody is unparalleled in the world, do you think it's just a joke with you?"
"Only by you?"
Situ Zhengnan took a step forward, and the momentum became even more fierce. At the same time, he used his spiritual sense to investigate Gu Qingfeng, but he only probed and checked, and he couldn't find anything except the breath of the Zifu, and there was no net breath. There is no turbid breath, just a very pure Zifu cultivation base.
Although it is a fact that no one can deny the fact that Gu Qingfeng played the eighty-one mysteries of the wind spirit, Situ Zhengnan still did not believe it. He stared at Gu Qingfeng, pondered for a moment, and said in a concentrated voice: "Since your rhythm is known as The world is unparalleled, then I will ask you for advice!"
Gu Qingfeng shrugged indifferently, the meaning was obvious, casually.
"The melody of Thunder Dragon, do you know?"
No one does not know the tune of Jingleilongchan.
This is one of the eight thunder tunes in the world.
As soon as the melody comes out, the sound of the piano is like thunder, even more like the roar of a dragon. Many ancient classic songs have used this melody.
certainly.
Not everyone is able to play the tune of Jingleilongyin.
Its difficulty is so great that it is several times more difficult than the Whirling Wind Spirit created by Su Hua. Not to mention other people, even the few little Qianlong who are known as musical geniuses can't play it. It's not that they can't play it mysteriously, but I can't even play this tune.
Yes.
Can't play it.
Sixteen different techniques, thirty-three kinds of spirits, and sixty-four kinds of spiritual formulas are required for Jingleilongchan. Any of the techniques, spirits, and spiritual formulas are mysterious, mysterious, wonderful, and extremely difficult. Many people After cultivating for a lifetime, I can't even practice one technique, one spirit, or one spiritual formula of Jingleilongyin. One can imagine how mysterious Jingleilongyin must be.
Situ Zhengnan proposed such a top-notch tune, which was obviously deliberately making things difficult.
"What! Aren't you very arrogant? Don't you claim to be unparalleled in the world in terms of rhythm? Why do you even start the thunder and dragon chant..."
Seeing that Gu Qingfeng continued to sit on the four-horse chariot refining some messy crystal stones, Situ Zhengnan was about to speak out and laugh at him, but at this moment, Gu Qingfeng suddenly drank the wine in the glass, then slowly raised his arms, let go On the Guqin, five fingers danced, undulating the strings.
Gu Qingfeng just sat casually on the four-horse chariot, refining the spar with one hand, playing the piano with the other, without even raising his head, without looking at it, his fingers fluttered, the afterimages followed, and the sound of the piano sounded.
Click!
It was like a thunderclap, or a dragon's roar, reaching everyone's ears. It was jaw-dropping, amazing, exciting, and trembling and frightening.
Thunder Dragon Cry!
God!
It's really a thunderous dragon cry!
This person can really play the Jingleilongyin, not only can he play, he also seems to play the mystery,
Absolutely mysterious.
If not, the sound of Thunder Dragon's Cry cannot make people tremble!
Rumble—crack!
Ow! —
The sound of the piano is like thunder and dragon.
The thunder exploded, shaking the sky, and the power of the dragon's chant frightened all directions!
God!
This is the thunderous dragon chant of the Great Perfection, and only the ninety-nine and eighty-one great perfection thunder dragon chant can have such power!
this moment.
Everyone in the audience shouted like crazy.
No one would have thought that Gu Qingfeng would be able to pop out all the mysteries in the whirling wind spirit created by the fairy just by listening to it once.
What's more, I didn't expect Gu Qingfeng to be able to play one of the eight great thunder melodies, such as Jingleilongyin, and play out all the mysteries in it. You must know that even Huo Dong, a musical genius like Huo Dong, can play this Jingleilongyin Can't come out, and although Situ Zhengnan can play, but it's just playing tunes, if it is mysterious, he is far from this ability.
Situ Zhengnan originally wanted to make Gu Qingfeng look bad by using the Jinglei Longyin, but he never thought...
He stared at Gu Qingfeng, his eyes were full of shock and horror, and the hands he had been holding behind his back couldn't help shaking. He took a deep breath, calmed down his flustered heart, and said: "The sea is roaring!"
He refused to accept, tried again, the voice fell, Gu Qingfeng's hand that was playing Thunder Dragon's Song suddenly changed, the afterimage followed, the strings moved, and the sound of the piano sounded like a howling wind, and the sea was churning, which made people feel emotional Surging, swaying mind.
The Wrath of the Sea is also a well-known tune in the world, comparable to the Song of Thunder and Dragon.
Not only did Gu Qingfeng play the thunderous dragon chant, but he also played the roar of the sea, and what he played was also ninety-nine and eighty-one levels of mystery.
"Thousand Cranes in the Cloud!"
Situ Zhengnan was dissatisfied and even more unacceptable, so he tried again.
Of course, Situ Zhengnan is not the only one who does not believe, refuses to accept, and cannot accept it, but also Huo Dong, Tu Gao, Ling Feng, Ma Zhengtian and other little Qianlongs. Qianlong also proposed various difficult tunes to explore.
"The storm is rolling!"
"Hundred Bird Pilgrimage!"
"Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!"
"The mountain god turns around!"
Sitting on the four-horse chariot, Gu Qing does not look up, does not look, does not blush, does not pant, is neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither mad nor angry, just plays the piano with one hand, and all kinds of magical techniques are unpredictable , playing one after another mysterious and incomparable tunes.
No matter it's the wind and dust, or the pilgrimage of birds, or the roar of tigers in the mountains, or the turning of mountain gods, such tunes that ordinary people usually don't talk about cultivation, and don't even dare to ask for extravagance, are played by him one by one now. And all of them are ninety-nine and eighty-one great consummations.
"The sun is shining!"
"Golden Phoenix Chaoyang!"
"Bitao has no interest!"
Situ Zhengnan and the ten little Qianlongs did not stop. They blushed and continued to ask questions with staring eyes. Not only them, but also the elders and palm masters of the various sects also stood up and asked questions one after another. Ten, a hundred , a thousand... More and more people came forward to ask questions.
This scene is crazy.
Crazy is heart-stopping, crazy is dizzy, crazy is mind-blank, and crazy is mind-freezing.
How many people came forward to ask questions, no one knows.
What tunes are all asked, and no one knows.
Because they can't pay attention to these at this moment, the whole world in their ears is occupied by all kinds of mysterious tunes, countless, endless, endless, everything that one expects to find.