Following the faint wisp of heavenly piano music, I often thought that I felt as if I was on top of the sea of clouds. The clouds rolled in and out, the blue sky was boundless, and the majestic beauty of the sky was fully realized. All the worries and worries were far away from him at this moment.
Grab it. Grab it. Carefree, as if returning to the mountain village where my grandma lived when I was a child.
Along with this thought, he heard the sound of gurgling water, and a hazy autumn scene that seemed familiar. Through a layer of mist like water ripples, he couldn't see it clearly. Only a few specious images of his childhood impressions remained.
Birds are singing in my ears, flowers are fragrant, and my eyes are filled with red leaves that look like fire.
I don’t know how long I have been intoxicated on the mountain path. The mist gradually thickened until I couldn’t see anything clearly.
I often think about it and my eyes are blank. Who am I and where am I?
A sudden inspiration occurred to me. Chang thought that he had woken up from the ethereal and alluring piano music. Although he was still in an illusory sea of clouds and blue sky, he would no longer be lost in it. The powerful Xiyin of Heaven and Earth almost revealed the secret in his heart. To be exposed.
21434214373233521385963285230431235673582832121120108109120115119469911110932214342143712290I thought of the old, flat, orange-skinned face of the old man.
The wind was surging in front of him, and the sea of clouds was setting off huge waves, which turned into rolling fists in his eyes.
The phantom of a punch was as big as a mountain peak, emerging from the cloud waves, and with a majestic and powerful momentum, it hit him head on. The aura that destroyed the world forced Chang Siguo to retreat in panic.
If you take such a big punch, I'm afraid you'll be completely dead.
After taking a few steps back, his way back was blocked by something invisible. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't retreat.
"Ouch"
Chang Siguo roared angrily and his body was full of brilliance. Since he couldn't retreat, he would take it hard.
He wasn't just waiting to be killed, he also punched the sky with all his strength.
Even if it shakes the tree, you still have to give it a try
The illusory mountain-like fist shadow passed through his fist and hit him with a bang. The rippling fire shield and earth shield overlapped and were instantly destroyed. Chang thought about his fault as if he had been struck by lightning, and stood there blankly. Countless fist intentions followed this sudden move. A powerful punch penetrated his body and pointed directly into the depths of his soul.
The three light words "near spectrum" in his mind suddenly shattered into scattered light spots in the sky.
The light spots were as thin as dust, floating in the air, and did not fall down for a long time.
On the top floor of the highest attic of Qingxuan House, she was sitting in front of the guqin. The beautiful woman in a long white dress suddenly played the strings lightly and flew back without any warning. She spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, her hair was flying, and her face instantly turned pale. The clothes are still white.
An old woman standing behind her quickly waved her hand and gently caught the woman.
After checking the woman's wrist pulse, she suddenly became furious, "You don't know how to appreciate me, how dare you plot against my young lady."
Every slight movement under the garden was enveloped by her spiritual consciousness.
The old lady could clearly see the sudden movement of a black boy's fist under the flower tree.
The woman grabbed the old nanny, shook her head slightly, frowned and smiled bitterly, "It was Mu Yun's fault first. That person is a little weird, so don't mess with him." Seeing that the old nanny was still angry, she ignored her.
After calming down her energy and blood a little, the woman stood up, her long skirt sweeping the floor, and walked slowly.
"This is the first time in more than ten years that I have encountered someone who can understand the physical practice of boxing by listening to the sound of the piano. In the past, I either had some insights and broke through small bottlenecks, or resonated with the music and improved my skills. Could this be him? The soulmate I’m looking for”
The old woman looked a little disdainful and whispered, "Then there is a warrior who doesn't understand music."
The woman gave the rude old woman an angry look and said outside, "I want to change my clothes. The color should be richer."
Use rich colors to cover up the sickness and injuries on her face.
"Yes, miss."
Two women answered at the same time outside the door, and there was the faintest sound of footsteps.
The League of Legends is the League of Legends. "Mother Zhuang, as usual, please go and invite some young monks who are touched by the music of the piano to Fenqin Pavilion, and I will meet them." The woman walked out and added, "The guest who deserves to be invited , don’t forget it.”
The old nanny had no choice but to bow silently and obey the orders.
The young lady has a delicate mind, how could she dare to disobey.
There was a sudden loud roar in the garden because of Chang Siguo, and then the sound of the piano was cut off, creating a commotion for a while.
Huang Tian felt a little regretful. He was immersed in the rhythm of the piano music. He was interrupted just as he started to feel something. This unhappiness made him a little angry. Who dared to take the risk and disturb Fairy Mu Yun playing the piano?
Seeing figures under the flower trees rushing towards the east, he followed them.
I want to see which daring madman he is. If he dares to provoke public anger and make Fairy Mu Yun unhappy, today's meeting will be ruined and he will be ready to beat that madman to death.
Taiyan Peak, inside a bamboo hut on the cliff behind the mountain.
A young man in plain Taoist robes wearing a green Bagua crown slowly looked back at his palms. What was displayed on his palms was the scene in the garden of Qingxuan Pavilion. The picture was fixed on the expressionless black face with his eyes closed in meditation. face.
As the young Taoist looked away, the image in his palm dried up and disappeared.
"It's that kid again. Could it be that the heir secretly trained by some old guy has such a weird punch? Who was the one who used to punch? It makes me wonder."
The young Taoist muttered to himself and counted silently with his fingers.
It was something that had alarmed him just now and attracted his attention.
As his fingers slowly moved, clouds and mist rolled under the cliff, and lightning and thunder appeared.
After a while, the young Taoist stopped the deduction. The little guy had been tampered with, and his destiny had been tampered with. More than once, the destiny had been changed in a messy way, and the technique was crude. In the eyes of an expert like him, there were flaws everywhere.
But there were so many flaws that he had no idea what to do. If he forced his calculations, the people behind the scenes would be alarmed.
"Hey, that's interesting."
Chang Siguo spent some time watching the light spots of "Close Foot Spectrum" gather together and evolve to the end of the punch. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around at the many angry eyebrows. He was still expressionless and silent, still immersed in his heart. In the overwhelming force of that punch.
He had a feeling that when he could understand the essence of that punch, his strength would rise to another level.
What an eye-opener
There are still such powerful boxing skills in this world.
When he used force to break magic, and his fist was as big as a mountain, he didn't know what other spells could block a punch.
"Boy, you are so arrogant. If you don't give me an explanation today, you will never leave ten miles away from Niutoulingfang City."
Someone said angrily, if it weren't for the rules and regulations here, they would have used their old fists long ago. Everyone present was not a sect monk, or a big family monk, even if there were a few casual cultivators, they were all extraordinary people.
You have done something wrong and yet you dare to be so cold-hearted and look down on others.
"That's right, it's just a state of eternal rest, but it's still rampant."
"Boy, which sect are you a monk from? If you have the courage, tell me your name."
Someone had seen Chang Siguo and thought he was Huang Tian's follower, but now it was clear that he was not.
Huang Tian couldn't do such evil things that would ruin everyone's fun.
Chang Siguo scanned the crowd and saw Huang Tian winking at him wildly, looking at the faces that were so angry that they wanted to eat him alive. Although he didn't know what went wrong, he also understood that he had offended the public.
It's really baffling
Is he like that?
Chang thought that the domineering and high-profile attitudes of Madman Lu and Yuan Kuo appeared in front of him for no reason, and his mood was still affected by that domineering punch. Through some strange combination of circumstances, he uttered a very familiar word.
"We, the domineering and invincible monks of the Sect, still need to explain to you what we do."
After he finished speaking smoothly, he was shocked to realize something was wrong.
Isn't this just looking for excitement?
He is possessed by an evil spirit. He can eat whatever he wants, but he can't talk nonsense. Where has his usual low profile gone?
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