Everyone knows that Ye Feng's method of cultivating humanity is to understand the world of mortals.
But what is the world of mortals?
The world of mortals doesn't mean you point at the mortal world, the streets and markets, and say that I have melted into it, that is, you have realized the world of mortals. When you identify it as the world of mortals, it is no longer the world of mortals. There have been too many explanations on this point before, so I won’t go into details here and won’t go into detail about the word count.
So what is the real world of mortals?
Every breath and breath is the world of mortals. Wherever your feelings go, where your heart goes, and wherever you go, you are the world of mortals. If you don’t deliberately pursue the world of mortals and just take things as they come, you will already be in the world of mortals.
This is the reason why Ye Feng gave up the stealth game and came to help Hu San head-on to clear this copy of recruiting a son-in-law with literature, because the former was Ye Feng's deliberate game, and the latter was Sui'an's practice.
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Ye Feng gently wiped away the dust on the piano surface. The originally gray guqin seemed to have met its owner and glowed with a new luster, as if it had awakened. This made Butler Liu's eyes a little more surprised, and the darkness in his eyes became a little brighter. Hu San was also paying attention to Ye Feng with great interest.
There is an ancient saying: The real sound of the piano is reserved and full of tension, and is particularly suitable for expressing the subtle inner world and strong emotions of the player. This may be the reason why Hu San wants Ye Feng to play. He wants to know the inner scene of Ye Feng.
But I have to say that Hu San is indeed a bit arrogant for thinking this way.
Ye Feng set up his guqin and sat upright, thinking silently in his heart: I'm rude today, I hope the seniors won't laugh at the junior's lack of talent and learning.
Thinking of Ye Feng stroking the strings. Then a thick, elegant, deep and distant piano sound poured out from Ye Feng's fingertips. The sound of the piano seems to come from an unknown past. Now it has crossed the shackles of time and space for countless years and came to Ye Feng. Starting from Ye Feng, it passed through Shiyaxuan, passed Yueming Lake, and echoed in Every corner of Yanhui Town exists between this world.
Everyone in Yanhui Town was intoxicated by the deep and distant sound of the piano. But suddenly, it seemed as if some gravel entered his eyes. He rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he seemed to have arrived in a dusty plain wilderness.
This is not a space transfer, because Ye Feng did nothing. Those who know the art are horrified, because the appearance of this scene proves that the guqin player's piano skills have reached the highest state of harmony between heaven and man in the way of music - the unity of man and music.
Masters of music and rhythm generally influence the listener through music, touching their mind and immersing them in the listener's own inner world. A person who can achieve this level is already recognized by the world and has become the pinnacle of music and rhythm.
But in fact, there is a higher realm beyond this, that is, it is not only recognized by the world, but also recognized by the world. At that time, the artistic conception shown in the music will appear in this world in a short-term semi-virtual and semi-realistic state for everyone to see. This is the realm of "the unity of man and music" between heaven and man. . But there is not a single person in the world who can reach this realm of heaven and human beings, because those who can reach this point in the music and the cultivation of immortals are also very likely to reach the realm of Taoist ancestors. So who would waste time studying music instead of cultivating immortality?
Therefore, those who know the industry understand that this may be the only music of "humanity and music unites" that they can hear in their lives. It would be a huge pity to miss any second, so everyone is stopping to listen.
Gradually, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and everyone seemed to see in a trance, there seemed to be millions of heroes in the distance, beating drums and trumpets, blaring drums and horns, and covering the sky with flags, coming in a mighty and mighty manner with an overwhelming force.
If they hadn't known that this was not true, some people would have been so frightened by this momentum that they peed their pants. But maybe it’s only ordinary people who wet their pants. However, in front of the immortal cultivators, these millions of ants are just a matter of adding a few more skills. Therefore, compared to the mortals who were shocked by the earth-shattering vision of heaven and earth, the monks were more moved and regretful by the performer's astonishing skills.
And with the sound of the piano, a man in silver armor stepped out. I saw that he was eight feet tall, wearing a silver helmet with bright red tassels soaring into the sky, a chain-linked silver armor with gold and silver threads, a jade-inlaid lion belt tied to his waist, and a small and exquisite piece on his chest. The breastplate is covered with a white robe as bright as the moon. He holds a six-foot bright silver gun with red tassels on his right hand, and holds a swaddling baby in his left hand. The sound of a baby crying can be vaguely heard.
Facing the overwhelming army, he showed no fear at all. After inserting the spear straight into the ground, he untied the armor strips, put down the goggles, and seemed to caress the baby's face before tying it in his arms. Then he pulled out the spear again.
Everyone watching understood that he wanted to fight those million lions alone, perhaps for the sake of the baby in his arms. As for why he didn't escape, people soon knew the answer, because armies appeared in all directions of the man in silver armor. He couldn't escape at all, so he decided to fight his way out.
Mortals are all worried about that person, and although the immortal cultivators are disdainful, they think that if they face millions of immortal cultivators of the same realm, will they have the courage and courage of that mortal? Because of this, the immortal cultivators also wanted to know the fate of this man in silver armor.
At the moment when everyone was almost holding their breath, there was a sudden sound of music, shouts of killing were heard from all over the military formations, and sergeants rushed towards him like a tide.
With a flick of the tassel at the tip of the spear, the spear took the lead and charged into the enemy's formation. After one shot pierced the person who came forward first, the body was thrown away and knocked over several people who came behind. At this moment, countless soldiers were approaching at the same time. The spears swept across, and the sergeant was stabbed in the throat with a spear, or was swept by the barrel of the gun, causing his tendons and bones to be broken, or was knocked away by the spear and killed several people. Those who were close to him were either killed by sharp swords, kicked away, hit the nail truck, and died instantly.
Looking from a little distance, the crowd of thousands of soldiers seemed to have exploded.
There was even a person on a horse who was stabbed under the horse by a spear. Even if he still had some breath, he could hardly survive. In some cases, the legs of the horses were swept off, and the people on the horses fell directly to death.
The man in silver armor was so skilled in martial arts that none of the soldiers present could be his enemy.
The spear flew like a dragon into the sea.
Blood splashed everywhere like waves in the waves.
Wherever the spear touched, not a blade of grass grew. Gradually, the white robe was dyed red with blood. The blood splashed on his body passed through the silver armor and stained his body. Some of it seeped into the ground along the silver armor.
The man in silver armor was brave and unparalleled in the world, but he was just a mortal, and the enemy soldiers were numerous and powerful, so he was slowly showing signs of fatigue.
