After Pan Dongliu finished speaking, he didn't say much, took out a small incense burner, lit sandalwood, lowered his eyes, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.The sandalwood burner in the crane mouth gently spit out a trace of white smoke, and a dark incense attacked, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to fall silent.Everyone, even the most noisy Qiu Buda, Qiu Buxiao, and the two brothers, Qiu Feixiao, also stopped talking and looked at Pan Dongliu with straight eyes.There was silence.After about ten breaths, Pan Dongliu stretched out his hand from his sleeve, his fingers slender and his nails clean.These hands alone made the eyes of many female monks glow with fascination.Ding dong......
Pan Dongliu's fingernails lightly scratched, and the five-string guqin emitted a clean and clear sound, like a clear spring gurgling, flowing from everyone's heart.The sound of the piano ripples, and the artistic conception seems extremely clean and distant.And Pan Dongliu is not in a hurry, his fingers are not in a hurry, he plays slowly, like the sound of water, and it also spreads to the surroundings.The Son of Heaven nodded slightly with approval on his face."
Good piano, such a piano sound, can be called the aftermath, the best of music."
The rest of the people couldn't help but be caught up in the sound, and even the most unmusical ones listened to it with a lot of pleasure.Yang Fei admired the sound of the piano, but there was a faint warning from the Book of Heaven, but Yang Fei didn't feel any law attack.Yang Fei knew that this was the most dangerous.Open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to defend, and what is hidden in this sound is often hidden arrows.The sound of the pan-Dongliu piano is long, and it soon brings everyone into an elegant and bright artistic conception.It seems that the sage and the beloved student are boating on the lake and preaching under the willow tree, and both the saint and the student are at ease.The sound of the piano was tactful, and gradually, the image of a sage appeared in Yang Fei's divine sea.He had a kind face, amiable appearance, and his ears were over his shoulders, as if he was teaching Yang Fei a subtle message.Under the influence of the sage, Yang Fei began to feel that the vastness of heaven and earth, the vastness of the universe, and all grievances and hatreds seemed to be nothing.He felt insignificant, as if only by following the words of the Holy One could he find the true way.And Yang Fei's hard work all along, it seems that it was wrong from the beginning.A hint of confusion seemed to flash on Yang Fei's face.The sound of the piano pointed directly to his heart, directly releasing the original thoughts in Yang Fei's heart.According to Yang Fei's original intention, what suppressed the Nine Realms and became the Supreme of the Ages is all a dog ~ fart.If he had a choice, Yang Fei would rather stay with his beloved Sister Xue Yi and President Su and other women in the space called the earth.Even if the lifespan is only 100 years, so what?
Even if you are as weak as an ant, so what?
For Yang Fei, with the warmth of Sister Xueyi, the autumn waves of Su Yinxue, and when the lights of thousands of homes are on, he meets all the girls for dinner, and after dinner, he cleans up the table, washes dishes and chopsticks......
Days like this are what Yang Fei wants to have the most.But now, with my head pinned to the waistband of my trousers, I am competing with a group of unknown geniuses all day long, what is the point of such a day?
Even if you have an eternal life, even if you sit on the throne of God, so what?
It's better to be happy to accompany Sister Xueyi shopping.Yang Fei is really tired.Pan Dongliu's fingers continued, his eyes were slightly closed, but his lips showed a smile of unknown meaning.He was sure that Yang Fei had been caught up in the sound of his own piano, and he was gradually dissatisfied with what he had, and his Dao was slowly collapsing.Everything is under the control of Pan Dongliu.Yang Fei's mind gradually blurred.The words of the sage, word by word, drilled into Yang Fei's divine sea, and each sentence pointed directly to the depths of his soul."
Why do you have to compete with the emperor, isn't it good to be born ordinary?"
In Yang Fei's heart, he thought in a daze, thinking like this, he missed Lin Xueyi and the others even more.At this time, Wang Xiaoshi's figure suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fei's eyes, his face was slightly bitter, but his eyes were very dazzling.His tightly pursed lips, cold eyes, and serious and deep look made Yang Fei's heart suddenly shake."
By the way, in order to save himself, my father-in-law was defeated by Emperor Tian and imprisoned in the abyss of the Candle Dragon, should I just let him fend for himself?"
Thinking of this, Yang Fei's heart was shocked, and he felt extremely ashamed and ashamed.The stepfather loved himself deeply and entrusted all his hopes to himself.But he is such an irresponsible, pleasure-hungry coward, how can he be his heir?
Not far away, Pan Dongliu's fingers froze, and the two syllables were confused, like the sound of the piano of water, and suddenly there were waves.Pan Dongliu frowned, when he reached Yang Fei's realm, his Dao heart was like iron, and his will was like rigidity, and if he wanted to shake his will, it was more difficult than killing him.But just now, Pan Dongliu had obviously shaken his will, but he was stabilized by him in an instant, what was going on?
Pan Dongliu reacted very quickly, the sound of the piano suddenly turned sonorous, and the strong and powerful sound of the piano seemed to be a general in battle, bravely crowning the three armies.The sound of the piano makes people's blood run and blood boiling, and they can't wait to draw their swords immediately and fight him for three days and three nights.The old man with an ancient face was still in Yang Fei's divine sea, saying word by word, saying small words and teachings to the way of the sage.Only this time, the way of the saint has become to attack and rebel, for the sake of Lang Lang Qiankun, for the clarity of the four seas, the brave are fearless, and sacrifice their lives.Others don't understand the artistic conception of fighting.The monks present were almost all battle-hardened fighters, and when they heard such a piano sound, everyone couldn't help but feel a little emotional.Some of the monks with low cultivation have already stood up, especially the monks in Shura Prefecture, everyone's eyes are red, their blood is boiling, and their fighting spirit is burning.The Holy Son of Heaven was high above the main hall, and when he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but sigh.He casually flew out a few spirit runes, sealing some monks with shallow concentration.Feng Tianjiao only felt uneasy, and her body was surging with fighting intent, secretly frightened, worried about Yang Fei.I just heard the sound of the piano, and I couldn't stand it anymore.Yang Fei was in the fighting platform, facing this terrible magic sound, I don't know if he can bear it?
In the middle of the fighting platform, Yang Fei squinted his eyes and stood quietly, without any fluctuations in his face.I have to say that although this pan-eastward piano sound artistic conception attack, although it does not have any magical powers, nor does it use the power of law, it is very powerful.Yang Fei was originally an amorous person, and the sound of the piano directly reminded him of his lover in the earth's space, and his thoughts were slightly blurred.However, Pan Dongliu didn't know Yang Fei's feelings for his father-in-law.He didn't know that Wang Xiaoshi was chivalrous, Yang Fei was taught by him since he was a child, and he firmly remembered the way of chivalry since he was a child.If you are not afraid of a strong enemy, you may not be afraid of killing wildly, dare to rebel against fate, and you may not be willing to become a brutal person.Those who fight for love are often the bravest fighters, fearless but not brutal.Pan Dongliu wanted to arouse Yang Fei's fighting intent, make his divine thoughts boil, and even make him burn his divine thoughts, and have crazy killing thoughts, but this underestimated Yang Fei.At this moment, Yang Fei had completely calmed down, and was not disturbed by the sound of the piano at all.Pan Dongliu's eyes flashed with different colors, and he suddenly swept the strings rapidly, and the sound of the piano was loud.The sage in Yang Fei's Divine Sea suddenly became taller, standing up to the sky and the earth, spitting out the words of the saint, as if he wanted to forcibly suppress Yang Fei.