Dingzhou Mountain is high and wide, deep and mysterious.
A mysterious secret place, with high mountains reaching into the clouds and endless flowing water.
Cang Ya Xing Ke Sword Who arrived unexpectedly, coincided with the Qin Sheng: Fuxi passed on the Qin·Yang Shanshui played the Qin and preached. He sat at the end of the flowing water and listened quietly to the feast on the piano.
High on the mountain, the saint plays the harp.
"Ding... beep..."
The soothing sound of the piano begins, like a breeze blowing on your face, your mind relaxes and you enter the ethereal world.
After the prelude, it turns high again, like a mountain collapsing and the ground cracking, like a stormy wave crashing on the shore. The sound gradually gets louder and wider, reaching into the heavens and the earth, filling the world, and so wide that everything can be heard and all the pianos can be played.
The sound reaches its peak and then falls, like the waves on the water are not stirring or the breeze is not blowing. The sound gradually becomes lower and fainter, until it is as low as a square inch and can only be heard by the ear, until it is so faint that it is silent and silent, and cannot be heard or heard.
The brilliant song ended, and everyone was immersed in it and came back to their senses for a long time.
A woman was sitting in the pavilion, and curtains were drawn around her. She said: "The saint's piano art, with its loud and beautiful sound, has entered the realm of Taoism. We are far behind. What the saint plays is not the sound of Fuxi Tianyin. I don't know." What song is it called?"
On the high mountain, Yang Shanshui said: "It's just a moment of emotion, a sudden enlightenment, and I play it casually, without a name or a tune."
An old man said with a smile: "It is so elegant and without music, so spiritual and wonderful. I have heard it today and will die without any regrets."
Yang Shanshui said: "Mr. Shi Qin is wrong. I am just one step ahead. There is no end to the piano. I am still far from the realm of my predecessor."
Fuxi passed down his qin while admiring the landscape and floating down the mountain. He sat at the head of the flowing water, drank a glass of wine, talked about the skills of the qin, and discussed the future of the qin.
Dozens of people talked and played the piano and discussed Taoism, and everyone gained something.
Whoever looks at Yangshanshui with a sword is worthy of the name of a saint, with an elegant temperament and elegant white hair.
It's a pity that the life star is dim and the years are running out.
It's deplorable, it's deplorable.
After a long time, the sound stopped, and he looked up to the mountains and rivers and said, "I have one more thing to do today. In order to pass down the Fuxi Tianyin from my ancestor, I will recruit disciples."
Master Qin Dao: "Fuxi Tianyin is extremely strong and extremely yang, and one must have supreme qin skills to control it, otherwise one will be hurt. For this alone, there are only a few people who are famous all over the world who have this qualification. One is the Confucian God. Zichuan, the master of Confucianism, has a profound and unpredictable way of playing the piano."
Yang Shanshui said: "In the past, I was fortunate enough to have friends with the Confucian Shen Confucian by playing the qin, and we were indistinguishable. His Confucian Confucianism's Xuan Zhang had extraordinary intentions, and he followed a feminine path. It is in conflict with Fuxi's Tianyin, so it is indispensable."
Shi Qin said again: "The two are old and decrepit. The old decrepit is old and unable to do what he wants, so I won't mention it. The third one is Yetian Xuannv Yuexi. Xuannv's piano art is unique and can be passed down as a successor." "
The woman in the pavilion said: "Mr. Shi Qin praised me, but I still have shortcomings and still need to ask the saints for advice."
Yang Shanshui smiled and said: "Xuan Nu, there is no need to belittle yourself. I originally intended to spread Fuxi Tianyin to you."
Shi Qin said again: "There is still one person left, Huajun Farewell Yunyi."
"I have invited Mr. Hua to come, but it is a pity that Mr. Hua was seriously injured in the battle to patch the sky a few years ago. He is absent today and has no time to come here."
It's too late.
Looking up at the mountains and rivers, he knew that his time was short. By the time Huajun recovered from his injuries, he might have passed away long ago.
"The old gentleman is missing one person."
Master Qin Xunxun looked out. He was at the end of the flowing water, with his sword behind his back, fiddling with a strand of hair on his forehead, drinking wine quietly, feeling really at ease, such a handsome and handsome man, he said: "Who else is there?"
The man with the sword smiled and said: "Guanyue Guanshan, the great minister of Confucianism!"
A few years ago, in the vast sandy desert sea, the battle between Guan Mo and Guan Mo spread throughout the world. For this reason, the holy Confucian scholar Qian appointed Yue Guan Shan as the chief minister of the Confucian sect.
Confucianism then became famous all over the world, overshadowing Buddhism and Taoism.
"The Grand Chief of the Confucian sect, a disciple of the Confucian Confucian Zichuan, may have inherited the piano skills from his master, but I have never heard of his piano training."
Who said: "Da Si Guan is such a legendary figure. He exists at the pinnacle of the human world. However, he is too low-key. It is normal for you to have never heard of him. A few years ago, in a valley filled with flowers, I once listened to Hua Jun playing the piano and the moon. The swords and swords of Guanshan complement each other and seem to be connected. I am lucky enough to make friends, and I would like to invite them both for the saint so that the saint can choose the most suitable successor."
Yang Shanshui said: "Yueguan Mountain is sealed in the unity of heaven and earth, how can it come here?"
"I have a clever plan to invite real people."
"Who are you?"
"Who is Cangya Xingke's sword?"
After looking up at the mountains and rivers and meditating for a long time, Fang said: "Okay, ten days from now, I will be drifting away in the Luoxia Pavilion, burning incense and cooking wine to wait for me. Xuanyu Ye Tian, please come with me, everyone, please."
Everyone replied: "Please."
Looking up at the mountains and rivers, I laughed a few times, then floated away and turned into light. I left Dingzhou Mountain and wanted to return to Luoxia Pavilion.
Walking in the wilderness, on the way, I suddenly saw ghostly energy filling the wilderness, covering the sky and the sun, and screaming and wailing incessantly.
In the ghostly atmosphere that fills the sky, I can hear the sound of the piano coming intermittently, sometimes high and sometimes low, not like the human tune.
Yang Shanshui frowned, his doubts suddenly rose, and he thought: Hmm... How can such a tune be possible? You are obviously dead, the death of the piano is the ghost of Yama!
"Hahaha……"
Suddenly, laughter was rampant, and a person hid in the ghost atmosphere, laughing wantonly: "Fuxi passed down the music and admired the mountains and rivers. I came back from hell and brought the death song of Yama to take revenge on you, hahaha..."
"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time."
Looking up at the mountains and rivers and waving his sleeves, one of Fuxi's divine harps: Heaven's Judgment appeared in the world. The strings shook the world and the earth resounded.
I saw him: his body was withered, his face was dull, and he was no longer an ordinary person in the world.
It can be said that: demons, demons, ghosts, ghosts and undead souls, every sound and every sound is a ghost.
Yama, the dead ghost on the piano, is dressed in black and exudes a strong aura of death. His deep unwillingness drives him to climb out of hell and start the life-and-death battle on the piano.
He waved his withered hand, and the ghost harp and the earth judge reappeared, saying in a deep voice: "Today, one of the people on the harp will surely die."
Yang Shanshui put his hands behind his back and said: "The sound of the sky is astonishing when the strings are opened. I have been playing the harp for thousands of years. The mountains and rivers are my destiny. Who can rival Fuxi's song? I look up to the sky and roar, but there is no one in the country."
The battle begins in the wilderness: Fuxi passes on the music and admires the mountains and rivers, and then confronts his old enemy in this life, the dead ghost Yama.
One is arrogant, the other is crazy.
Heaven's judgment is against the earth's judgment, and Fuxi's Tianyin is the song of death against Yama.
Who wins and who loses? It is still unknown.
On Dingzhou Mountain, someone from Daojian drank a glass of wine, said "please", turned around and left, and was not seen for a moment. Only his voice came from afar:
“High mountains and flowing water endow the rivers and mountains, and the rivers and mountains live up to the dancing beauty.
The beauty plays the piano and talks about love, and Dong Jun has a letter for Ye Shu. "
Full of ridicule.
In the pavilion, Xuannv Ye Tian stroked Ye Shu's guqin, frowning and thinking: Who is this person, and how can he know about Ye Shu? If you ruin my good deeds, I will never let you go.
As dozens of people attending the meeting left one after another, the news of who had the sword instantly spread throughout Dingzhou Mountain.
The three sects and scholars were heard in hundreds of houses.
Divine Confucian Zichuan said: "It's impossible. My disciple is sealed in the unity of heaven and earth. How can I go to the appointment in person?"
The sage Confucian said: "This person has defeated several great masters of the Mohist school in an understatement. He does not look like a vain person. We will wait and see for ten days, drifting down the Xia Pavilion, where the Qin Sheng admires the mountains and rivers, and we will see for ourselves when the time comes."
All the experts had their own thoughts, and they all nodded and said: "Of course, just watch quietly."
Cang Ya Xing Ke Sword Who came out of the secret realm, walking on the mountain road, thinking carefully about the plan, thinking: I have laid out the plan, and I am waiting for you to enter the game. The source of evil has existed for thousands of generations, and you will emerge from the spiritual consciousness that escaped that day. ?
At the foot of the mountain road, an old man suddenly came in a hurry. He saw the sword and said with a smile: "It's Mr. Hua Zhong. I'm polite to you."
Hua Zhong was carrying a cloth bag with books in it. He was a little out of breath and said, "Who are you?"
"Who is Cang Ya Xingke's sword? I have a close friend who was helped by my husband and changed my life's destiny. I never had time to thank him. Today I will thank him on his behalf."
"You're welcome. Doctors are kind-hearted and do their best according to their duties. Unfortunately, my medical skills are not good, and many patients still die in front of me."
"Medical skills are more important than finesse. If the old man has this heart, he will be a blessing to patients all over the world."
"I have three volumes of difficult and complicated diseases. I want to ask Senior Xinglin for advice. Please take the first step."
"please."
Behind the tree on the side, Princess Tianluo suddenly felt something, as if something was attracting her. She followed the instructions of her heart and came here, and saw the scene in front of her.
"The doctor's kindness is in his heart, in his heart..."
She followed Mr. Hua Zhong and walked to the secret realm of Xinglin.
The swordsman nodded. In this way, the three of them have been arranged. If there is one left, I will take it with me personally.
He took a few steps forward and turned into light and left in the blink of an eye. At the same time, one person was quietly missing on Dingzhou Mountain.
The world is pure and untainted by the world of mortals.
Baili Fairy Lake, the Fairy Island in the lake, the fairy on the island weaves cloud belts, and is responsible for repairing the cracks in the sky.
By the side of Xianling Lake, Cang Yaxingke's sword descended from the clouds, followed by a kid. His voice spread for hundreds of miles, directly to Xianling Island, and said:
"An old friend from the past once harmonized with the Fairy's swords and asked to see Huajun Farewell Yunyi..."
