The divine voice resounds, and thousands of people sing in unison, like the white snow in spring, like the moon high in the sky. The original heart has been changed by the years, and is baptized by time, leaving a trace of sadness in my heart.
Lin Chongyang stroked the strings lightly, but his mind did not become peaceful because of the sound of the piano. The sky was lonely, and the sky was lonely. Only after he truly began to shoulder this responsibility did he realize how heavy this responsibility was.
Although the world is vast, his heart can only carry the Central Plains and the lineage of Confucian saints and virtues.
To respect the king and fight off the barbarians, and to use the barbarians to control the barbarians, we need to do it step by step until we find a comrade to overturn the chessboard.
Until then, he can only do his best to make this world a better place, and to safeguard the foundation of the Confucian sect and everything that exists around him.
Twisting and rubbing, the seven strings are rhythmic, tranquil and far-reaching, with a long aftertaste.
Yin Xiaoshen, who was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, looked at the person playing the piano at the table and heard the melancholy in the music, and felt a headache.
Because there was nothing going on at Haozheng Wudao, so he had nothing to do. Lin Chongyang happened to be on holiday, so he originally thought of coming over to see if he could have a good time, but then nothing happened.
He hadn't heard his friend play the piano in a few years, and he just wanted to have fun if he happened to meet him. He sat here for almost two hours, but as a result, the mood in the piano music went downhill, becoming more and more negative.
As soon as I heard it, I knew that this person was putting pressure on himself again. Wouldn't it be better to rely more on friends and elders like them?
The boss has handed down all the musical instruments, and the meaning is very clear...
Okay, he forgot, the characters of these two and three are somewhat awkward, and they don’t understand anything.
"As expected of the principal's piano, the quality is beyond praise. It's so gratifying to finally have a piano that hasn't been blown up by you."
In the end, Yin Xiaoshen decided to come forward and talk about some lighter topics.
Although the ancient De Feng Taoism is the orthodox Confucian school, the Six Arts courses are not compulsory. Lin Chongyang’s Six Arts courses were taught by Xia Kanxuan and others. There is another hidden story about someone who doesn’t like to play the piano. The story begins with hundreds of people. Speaking of years ago.
Because someone has special skills and an ordinary piano might explode at some point, and he is stubborn and unwilling to customize a good piano, so after finishing the course, the piano table has always been there. It has been empty until now.
As for how many pianos were broken in the process, no one knows, but there are rumors that there was no kitchen in this small courtyard before.
The characteristic course of the lineage of Confucian saints and Mingde is actually swordsmanship. The six arts can be learned according to personal wishes, but swordsmanship is a compulsory course, and most people have good swordsmanship.
If you are successful in cultivation and are still concerned about Confucianism after death, you can choose not to reincarnate and turn your heroic soul into a sword soul to protect Confucianism forever.
"Brother Yin, what you said is very good, don't say it next time."
The past events that were almost deleted from his memory were brought up again. Lin Chongyang paused while playing the piano, and his thoughts were brought back.
"But having said that, are you really relieved to let Mr. Fei Fei go out and explore the world by himself? Do you really don't need Brother Wei to take care of you?"
At this time, it has been several years since Mr. Fei Fei went on a trip. Although he was away, he often sent letters back.
"You have to face it sooner or later, right?"
It’s a joke, it’s the first time that junior brother goes out to travel around the world at this age. How could he, a senior brother, not have insurance?
Now that his cultivation in the Blood Sky has achieved some results, it is not difficult for him to use his own energy and blood as insurance.
"You're not planning to go by yourself, are you?"
No matter how stable the world is now, Yin Xiaoshen would not believe that someone with his character would let his junior brother out alone.
"How do you know I didn't go?"
As Lin Chongyang finished speaking, far away on an ancient tree in Nanwulin, a dozing red skylark raised its head and scanned the surroundings. After confirming that the yellow figure in the distance was fine, it continued to nap.
Although this insurance created by the energy and blood carrying one's own will does not carry much power, it is not difficult to protect the extraordinary king in critical moments.
After all, there are identity documents there, so as long as people on the White Road don't have any problems with their brains, basically nothing will happen to them.
What you need to guard against are the monsters and monsters lurking in the dark. The place of misery is vast and rich in resources. Who knows if there may be something lurking in the poor mountains and rivers. You should be more or less on guard against it.
At the same time, Mr. Fei Fei, who was eating noodles at the bar, made a move, then pretended that nothing happened and continued to eat noodles with his head down.
Ever since he walked out of the De Feng Ancient Road, he would sometimes feel that someone's gaze would occasionally fall on him, fleetingly.
Although he had no evidence, the feeling it gave him could not be said to have nothing to do with the way his senior brother looked at him. He could only say that it was exactly the same, even if he did not find the source.
Although if he exposed it, the methods left by the senior brother would definitely give him the answer, but this would probably make the senior brother lose face, so he pretended that nothing happened along the way.
Of course, he will not act recklessly just because his senior brother has a backup plan. He should highlight his tricks when traveling in the world, and he should also be low-key in his conduct.
On the other side, in the small courtyard behind the Defeng Ancient Road, Yin Xiaoshen called him a good guy.
"Good guy, you are really better than your master."
I recall that Lin Chongyang went out to travel around the world, and Lin Tianxing sent a letter to Zunfo to ask him to take care of him. This time, Feijun was traveling around the world, and Lin Chongyang directly used his own methods to take action...
"What are you implying? Remember to pay attention to safety when you are talking nonsense and walking at night."
"Who heard this? You are slandering."
"Brother Yin, you were not like this before."
"Those who stay close to black people are in trouble, and they make careless friends."
"What should I do?"
As soon as the music stopped, Lin Chongyang stood up. After stretching his muscles, he asked Yin Xiaoshen opposite.
When friends come, they must cook themselves, make a good meal, and have some drinks.
At their current level, although they can already survive without eating grains, eating in the wind and sleeping in the open air, breathing in the vitality of heaven and earth, this does not prevent many people from still retaining their interest in this aspect.
Innate people are not ascetics, so there is no need to wrong themselves because of certain things.
"I'm just here to eat and drink. You must be in charge of the arrangements."
Although people in the Confucian sect are not poor, there are not many who can really cook and are good cooks at the same time. Many people regard the misinterpreted saying that a gentleman cooks far away from home as a classic, which is just a rote book. .
The owner of the Misery Inn chain cooks the food himself, but not everyone can have this kind of treatment. He just eats and drinks and waits for it to be done.
"Ha~"
After Lin Chongyang washed his hands, he walked into the kitchen. Yin Xiaoshen had nothing to do and manifested Qingqin.
The strings of the piano vibrate, the ancient music echoes, the music is free and joyful, and can be read all over the world.
"The wind and clouds are changing, the mountains and rivers are turbulent, and there is no way to do anything but the chivalry; don't ask who is worthy of the dragon, look at the world and sigh at the sky."
………
At the entrance of Yama's Ghost Prison, the gloomy ghost energy overflowed from the seal, and a strange and eerie atmosphere of suspense enveloped Tun Shou's mouth.
Suddenly, wave after wave of terrifying momentum continued to clash with the seal. Under the destruction of the two forces, a gap appeared in the seal formed by the Buddhist holy energy.
I saw a rainbow light emerging from it and disappearing into the vast world.
