At that time, Chu Cheng copied "Blue and White Porcelain" and renamed it "Ode to Blue and White", which became popular throughout Ziyun and attracted the admiration of most of the female disciples of Ziyun Sect.
These words and music were also heard by the foreign female disciples when King Fu was observing the ceremony, and thus spread to other sects and even other regions.
After that, people all over the world believed that Master Shengmu was not only the two emperors of Fu and Dan, but also had extraordinary attainments in music.
Although Beihuang Zhange is a native of Beihuang, he will also travel around the world, as an ordinary piano player, to search for the masters of music and interpretation of music in the world.
When he learned about this ode to blue and white flowers, Beihuang War Song was also amazed by the melody and lyrics.
This song is completely different from the current songs, but the artistic conception is on a higher level, especially with the addition of these words, the artistic conception is even higher.
Therefore, Beihuang Zhange admires the person who composed this song very much, and also wants to meet this master Shengmu in person.
It's just that Master Shengmu has an extraordinary status and is the number one person in the world of alchemy. It's very difficult to meet him. After all, the Ziyun Sect is located in the Immortal Realm, and even saints have difficulty finding its sect.
But at this moment, Master Shengmu appeared in front of him. Even Beihuang Zhange didn't expect this.
Chu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing when he remembered the scene back then.
If Beihuang Zhange hadn't mentioned this matter, he would have almost forgotten that this matter existed. At that time, in addition to the title of Yi Li Dan Master, he also had the title of Young Master Qinghua in the Ziyun Sect.
"Sir, you look so pretty when you smile." Beihuang Zhange stared at Chu Cheng and chuckled.
Chu Cheng was still thinking about the past when he suddenly heard this voice and got goosebumps. He joked: "Please don't fall in love with me. I also like girls, and I have a Taoist partner. If you are like this, I will be very embarrassed and embarrassed."
Beihuang Zhange shook his head and spoke softly. Said: "Sir, you are indeed very good-looking, but even if I like men, I won't like you. Because you are not as good-looking as me."
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Chu Cheng was speechless and said, "Don't you know how to say a few polite words?"
Indeed, Chu Cheng is not as good-looking as Beihuang War Song. And for Beihuang Zhange to like someone, he must be better-looking than him.
But let me ask, how many people in this world can be better-looking than him?
His appearance is comparable to that of Yin Lin and Yin Miaozhu, but not surpassed by Xie Yiyi. The only one who can surpass him is the crazy immortal Li Subai.
But with such status as Chixian, how could he fall in love with Beihuang Zhange? Therefore, Beihuang Zhange is doomed to live a lonely life.
"As I said, sir, you are very good-looking." Beihuang Zhange shook his head and said with a smile, "Isn't this already a compliment to sir?"
Chu Cheng chuckled: "You said I'm not as good-looking as you."
Beihuang Zhange's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, he tilted his head and said: "Sir, what I am telling the truth is, you are indeed not as good-looking as me."
Chu Cheng was speechless after hearing this. This is indeed a fact and cannot be refuted.
"By the way, why are you here, sir?" Beihuang Zhange suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Previously, I felt the demonic energy and demonic energy from five hundred thousand miles away, so I came to take a look and saw the corpses of the demon army. I suspected that the demon realm was involved. I was so close to that place, could I see the demon realm? people?"
"Demon Qi? Demon Realm?" Beihuang Zhange frowned slightly when he heard the words, but soon relaxed, and said with a smile: "If those demon army were killed by me, they were not from the Demon Realm."
"Did you kill him?" Chu Cheng frowned and was shocked. Among those 30,000 corpses, there could be a demon general and six powerful demons who were comparable to the realm of gods, not to mention the 30,000 army.
And looking at those corpses, it was obvious that they were all killed in one move.
Even if Beihuang Zhange is a true powerhouse, he is not so ridiculously strong that he can kill 30,000 people in one move.
Beihuang Zhange seemed to see what Chu Cheng was thinking, and said with a smile: "In the seven realms of the world, I, Beihuang, are despised by others as a barbarian and a lowly breed. In the final analysis, I still rely on this physical body. This is what I said. It’s a fact. The cultivators in the Northern Wilderness are indeed barbarians. Their realm stops at the seventh realm, and they can’t practice the law. They can only rely on the power of Qi and blood, and even the true way cannot be achieved.”
"But how are the demons different from my cultivators in the Northern Wilderness? Although they can practice magic, the power of their souls is also weak. If they don't compete with their own strength, they can be killed with the virtual way, but it can only blow away ashes."
"The power of the soul is weak? That's it." Chu Cheng suddenly understood after hearing this.
The strong ones of the virtual path had a great advantage against the demons. Although the demons have both physical and mental skills, their bodies are still the main body, and their souls are relatively weak. The virtual way is the most terrifying among the true ways, murderous and invisible. The mind dies first and then reaches the body.
Suddenly, Chu Cheng frowned, raised his head and looked at Beihuang Zhange, and asked doubtfully: "You said that even the cultivation of Beihuang cannot take the true path, then why do you have false intentions?"
Beihuang Zhange smiled and said sweetly: "Sir, you should have seen my body."
Chu Cheng didn't know what this person meant by mentioning the peeping thing again, but he still said: "Yes, I saw it."
"Isn't it beautiful?" Beihuang Zhange blinked and sneered.
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If Beihuang Zhange were a woman, Chu Cheng would definitely say she was beautiful without hesitation, but he couldn't say it to a grown man, so he thought for a moment and said, "Your skin is very good."
"That's natural." Beihuang Zhange turned around and put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "My body is very beautiful. It is difficult to find a body that can match mine in the world, so I gave up on body cultivation. If I cultivate my body, wouldn't my body be ugly? ? So I looked for another path, and I happened to like singing. By chance, I met the relics of my master, obtained his inheritance, learned the true Tao, and then entered the Tao through music."
"Awesome! Your master is also awesome!" Chu Cheng praised.
At this moment, the battle song of Beihuang can be expressed in three words in Chu Cheng's heart.
Genius, narcissism, arrogance.
Chu Cheng would say the first word, but he could only curse the latter two words in his heart. After all, he couldn't beat this Northern Wilderness war song, and it would be bad if he didn't pronounce it properly.
As for how powerful his master is, this is the truth in Chu Cheng's heart. To be able to allow cultivators in the Northern Wilderness to step into the true path, this is already an incredible feat.
"That's natural." Beihuang Zhange said with a smile.
Chu Cheng nodded and said: "I still have a doubt. The demon army was killed by this, so why is there evil spirit?"
That demonic energy is the purest demonic energy. Even demon beasts are not so pure. Only demon cultivators in the demon realm can have such pure demonic energy.
"The evil spirit you feel is actually one of my magic weapons, a piano."
"That's it." Chu Cheng nodded.
The demon cultivator is powerful and full of treasures. There are also many monks who like to use the corpses of demon cultivators to refine magic weapons.
"Sir, I have always wanted to see you. I want to see you all the time." Beihuang Zhange turned around again and stared at Chu Cheng, his beautiful eyes rippling.
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"My God, didn't you say you don't like men?" Chu Cheng was instantly startled, took a few steps back, and cursed.
"Sir~" Beihuang Zhange took a few steps forward again, approaching Chu Cheng.
"If you have something to say, say it!" Chu Cheng hurriedly stretched out his arm to stop Beihuang Zhange from moving forward.
"Haha." Beihuang Zhange laughed and said, "Sir, I'm kidding you."
His voice was as moving and sweet as a female voice, and when it fell in Chu Cheng's ears, it also tickled his heart.
"I'm thinking of you. I'm just thinking of you composing a song for me." Beihuang Zhange smiled, charmingly.
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Chu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "Can't you just say it?"
Beihuang Zhange smiled again and said: "When others see me, they will be attracted by my appearance, so I wonder what will happen to you sir?"
"Then did you see anything?"
"I see, sir, you are worthy of being a gentleman. Even my appearance is not attractive to you."
"That's because you're a man!"
"Haha! Indeed, I am a man. So I won't fall in love with you, sir. Don't worry. I just want you to compose a song for me."
"Composing?" Chu Cheng frowned slightly.
Composing? He didn't know how to compose music, but he just copied it from the original. It has to be said that the people in Chu Cheng's previous life were all geniuses among geniuses. I just copied the words of my predecessors and pointed out several venerable people to become saints.
Chu Cheng sometimes thought that if that Confucius came here, he would become a great Confucian in the world, and he would not necessarily lose to the ancient emperors by using Confucianism and law to prove the Tao.
If heaven does not give birth to Zhongni, eternity will be like a long night. Later generations spoke highly of Confucius, and what he said was indeed transcendent from the ordinary realm.
But this was something Chu Cheng thought about. After thinking for a while, he said, "I can compose music for you. Do you have a piano?"
"Piano? Sir, even if you want ten thousand pianos, I can get them out." Beihuang Zhange waved his hand, and a xylophone appeared in front of him.
Chu Cheng walked to the xylophone, sat down cross-legged, and thought of a poem.
It was night now, and there happened to be a moon.
The music must be good, and the lyrics must also have artistic conception. After thinking for a while, Chu Cheng began to sing.
What Chu Cheng recited was "Shui Diao Ge Tou: When will the bright moon come".
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade houses at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I feel like I am in the human world."
"I turn to the Zhuge Pavilion and look down at the house, where the light shines without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope we can live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
When the words come out, the sound of the piano moves. Waves in the night sky.
This song is bold and unrestrained, with flowing clouds and flowing water, elegant and ethereal, revealing a deep feeling of longing.
The bright moon is in the sky, and there is something unexpected in the song. As he sang, Chu Cheng's mind couldn't help but drift beyond the stars. He thought of the silver bells under the moon and the person he had always cared about.
"Sir, you are a great talent!" Listening to the lyrics and music of Beihuang's war song, his beautiful eyes trembled. With a wave of his hand, another xylophone appeared in front of him.
The battle hymns of the Northern Wilderness are sung while facing each other, and played when facing each other.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes."
The sound is like the oriole coming out of the valley, melodious and melodious, and like the rippling water, clear and pleasant.
The two sang in duet and played to the same rhythm. The sound of the piano echoes, the lingering sound is heard in the beams, and the heavy fish comes out to listen.
Splashes of water continued to appear in the lake and pools, and fish emerged from the water one after another.
And the figure in Chu Cheng's heart became clearer and clearer. I also miss that ringtone and that person more and more.
