Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 1005: Reaching into the Sky to Catch the Holy Elephant

Under the night.

Feng Qingyan strolled on the Donghu Bridge, feeling the world carefully.

Donghu Bridge is an antique stone arch bridge with a circular hole and picturesque scenery all around.

The East Lake is singing in the evening breeze, and the ten-mile smoke waves are rippling with the setting sun!
It's a pity that it's night now.

He didn't know what this world was called, or maybe it didn't have a name at all, so he temporarily called it the East Lake Realm.

At this moment, his figure flashed and appeared in the yard of the small building.

Although Qian Wanyi and others left in a panic, the black-robed young man from the Tianjian Sect was still there. When he saw Feng Qingyan suddenly appear, he was stunned.

What kind of light skill is this?
He was so shocked that he couldn't feel anything at all.

Qin Xiaoxiao was also stunned when she saw Feng Qingyan. Wasn't this the man in white from before? At first, she thought it was her hallucination...

"The sound of the ancient zither is both pure and elegant, clear and long-lasting, and of high taste. It is joyful but not lewd, sad but not hurtful, resentful but not angry, gentle and honest, and moderate and peaceful in form, neither too much nor too little..."

When Feng Qingyan landed in the yard, he said to Qin Xiaoxiao.

"..."

Qin Xiaoxiao hasn't reacted yet.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan continued, "The zither is an instrument with virtue in it. The word zither means prohibition. To prohibit evil, to correct people's hearts..."

"It can be used to observe customs and teachings, to capture the soul, to distinguish joy and anger, to please the emotions, to calm the mind, to strengthen courage, to detach from the mundane world, and to confront ghosts and gods. This is the good of the zither..."

As he was speaking.

Suddenly, mist like silk flew between heaven and earth, quickly condensed in front of him, and turned into words.

"This is the Qin Pian, so I'll give it to you."

When Feng Qingyan finished speaking, a thread-like mist flew in front of him and turned into a piece of musical instrument, which slowly flew in front of Qin Xiaoxiao.

but.

Qin Xiaoxiao was stunned and her mind went blank.

The black-robed young master of the Tianjian sect, on the other hand, was as motionless as a wooden sculpture or clay statue, and he was also stunned.

What method is this?
Void condensation?

Is this the legendary magic trick?
When Feng Qingyan finished speaking and was about to leave, he thought for a moment and said, "Watch carefully. I will only play it once. How much you can learn depends on your luck."

When the voice fell.

Qin Xiaoxiao woke up suddenly, but was still extremely shocked.

call out!
Feng Qingyan flicked his right hand suddenly, and a seven-stringed harp floated in front of him...

At this moment, not only Qin Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, but the young man in black robe from the Tianjian sect also widened his eyes, with a look of shock on his face.

How can this be?

This must be a god! This must be a god...

The young man in black robe thought so.

As they were shocked, a series of piano sounds suddenly rang out.

When they came back to their senses, they saw Feng Qingyan's fingers plucking the strings of the zither at a rapid speed, and notes floated up one after another.

Pull, fully support, dirty, hook, turn the finger, pull the bell...

At this time, not only Qin Xiaoxiao was staring closely, but even the young man in black robe was doing the same, for fear that he would miss a move.

Magical notes came out from Feng Qingyan's fingers.

It not only fell into Qin Xiaoxiao's heart, but also into the heart of Master Xuanpao. Both of them felt as if they had taken a magic pill and felt extremely comfortable all over.

This made their hearts tremble suddenly.

And at this moment.

They felt a kind of silent joy deep in their hearts.

This is the joy of the soul.

An irresistible joy arises from the bottom of my heart.

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"This piano sound comes from this direction..."

On the edge of East Lake, a slovenly old man came over like a madman, carrying an old guqin on his back. "Haha, it really is here..."

This sloppy old man is named Ye Suhe.

He was the best zither player in Zhao State and a master of his generation. He wrote four pieces, "Changqing", "Duanqing", "Changce" and "Duance", which were famous all over the world.

These four classics are called "Ye's Four Tunes".

Rumor has it that he was unrestrained and uninhibited, sloppy and lazy, arrogant when he was young, disdained people who followed the rules of propriety, and was free and detached from the world, not bound by the worldly affairs.

And they value friendship.

He loved the zither all his life, and when he played it, he would choose a quiet and elegant place on a high hill, when the wind was clear and the moon was bright. He would wear a deep crane cloak, wash his hands and burn incense before playing.

At this moment, he came to the yard of the small building like a madman, then suddenly stopped, closed his eyes lightly, and listened infatuatedly.

But the more I listened, the more shocked I became...

unconsciously.

Tears fell from my closed eyes.

This surprised Feng Qingyan a little. After all, the sound of his piano at this moment was joy...

But at this moment.

Qin Xiaoxiao and Young Master Xuanpao both looked at Feng Qingyan in shock, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

One note after another was played from Feng Qingyan's fingers, transforming into the sound of gurgling water, constantly washing away the dirt in their hearts.

"How can this be……"

Ye He was deeply shocked, and then he said hurriedly: "No, I need to wash it. Only after I wash it clean can I listen to such a beautiful piano sound, otherwise it will be insulted."

After saying that, he suddenly rushed into the East Lake and rubbed his ears with the lake water.

At this time, Feng Qingyan demonstrated some finger techniques that did not exist in this world, trying to slow down the speed so that Qin Xiaoxiao and Ye He could see them clearly.

The sound of the piano is like heavenly music.

Wonderful!

No flaws, perfect! .

Gradually, not only Qin Xiaoxiao, Xuanpao Gongzi and others, but even the people around East Lake were immersed in Feng Qingyan's performance and forgot everything.

Every time a note rises, everyone can feel its beauty.

It's magical.

Bathed in the wonderful piano music, it seems that one feels that one's soul has been sublimated, and there is an indescribable feeling.

At this moment.

Notes condensed between Feng Qingyan's fingers and floated into the sky, like snowflakes. They floated in the air, filling the entire night sky...

"Snowing……"

Someone said suddenly, looking up at the night sky in a daze.

Seeing this scene, everyone in East Lake was stunned and extremely shocked.

I can’t describe how I feel at this moment.

In the lake, Ye He watched in shock. He was extremely shocked and couldn't believe it was true. He murmured, "This is not true, this is not true..."

Feng Qingyan played the piano quietly.

The white clothes fluttered in the wind, as radiant as a god descending from heaven.

Every pull and every flick exudes a kind of charm...

The notes flutter like snowflakes, falling into everyone's heart, touching the depths of the soul and bringing joy.

Faint notes are flying like snowflakes.

One flower fades away, and another one appears.

Under the moonlight, it looks so beautiful...

finally.

These faint notes evolved into faint birds. As if born from the void, there are orioles, thrushes, tits, cuckoos, larks...

As the sound of the piano faded, more and more birds came.

Flying in a circle.

tweet.

He passed by everyone and finally bowed in the direction of Feng Qingyan...

Qin Xiaoxiao, Ye He, Young Master Xuanpao and the others were once again shocked as they looked at the scene before them, each of them looking like a wooden sculpture or a clay statue.

like a statue.

"This... this is the legendary... a hundred birds coming to pay homage!"

The old man cried out in shock.

At this moment, he also vaguely saw that the small fish in the lake kept jumping up, as if they were trying to swim towards the yard.

Under the moonlight, hundreds of birds were singing and fish were playing in the water, presenting an extremely beautiful picture that everyone was amazed at.

"A hundred birds are paying homage to me. This is a hundred birds paying homage to me. This is actually true. The legend is actually true..."

The old man murmured absentmindedly.

He stared at Feng Qingyan who was playing the piano under the moonlight.

He was seen with his white robes fluttering in the wind, and his every move exuded an indescribable charm, fully demonstrating the demeanor of a stately man.

in this world.

Legend has it that when the sound of the zither is holy, hundreds of birds will come to pay homage.

Ye He loved the zither all his life and had a unique talent for it. He became the number one zither player in Da Zhao, a master of his generation, and his name was known throughout the world.

but.

As for the so-called legend of hundreds of birds coming to pay homage, people scoffed at it.

I think this is an exaggeration and simply impossible.

If the sound of the piano resonates with some birds and attracts them, it is very likely, but it is impossible for all birds to come to it.

However, I never expected that today, at this moonlit East Lake, I would actually see the legendary hundred birds coming to pay homage.

The birds are right beside me, flying, circling, and singing...

At this time, Ye He stretched out his trembling hand and welcomed a happily singing thrush, his face full of piety, without a single distracting thought in his heart.

In the yard.

Qin Xiaoxiao, Young Master Xuanpao and others also curiously stretched out their hands to greet the falling birds. Seeing the birds land in their palms, they felt indescribable joy in their hearts, as if they had a dreamlike feeling.

Looking at the bird chirping happily in the palm of his hand, his eyes could not help but look at Feng Qingyan in the moonlight. He was wearing white clothes and fluttering without wind, like a god descending from heaven, radiant and dazzling, and every time he pulled and played, he exuded a divine charm...

The great master of the zither was no more than this.

No one will forget this night.

Shortly after.

Feng Qingyan stopped and played the piano.

But at this moment, everyone was watching quietly, with the peerless music still echoing in their ears...

However, for Feng Qingyan, it was all quiet.

Only the gentle night breeze blows.

"This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world..."

a long time.

Ye He just woke up from the peerless piano music, and then suddenly thought of something, and said excitedly: "Master, I want to be your master..."

He climbed out of the lake and ran towards the yard dancing with joy.

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But at this moment.

Feng Qingyan was slightly stunned.

I just performed my piano skills to leave some traces in this world...

After all, Qin Xiaoxiao's talent is there. If he were in the Zhou world, he would definitely be a talent at the level of the King of Qin.

Even becoming a zither saint is not impossible.

And that old man, his talent is also amazing, even more amazing than Qin Xiaoxiao...

Therefore, he took it more seriously and did not directly copy the piano skills from the underworld, but instead integrated the aura of this world.

did not think of.

After he casually played a tune, he suddenly realized something.

Although he can use the zither to exert the power of an emperor, the realm of his zither skills is still only at the level of a king of zither.

At this moment he closed his eyes and recalled the scene just now.

The sky and the earth are dark!

boom--

A loud thunder and rough and ferocious lightning seemed to break through the dark clouds.

The chaotic world in Feng Qingyan's mind suddenly opened up, with the sky above and the earth below, and a vast expanse appeared.

At this moment he suddenly waved his hands.

The sound of the piano is like bursts of thunder, full of spirit, as if foreshadowing that life is about to be conceived in the desolate and ancient land.

When the melody sounded.

In the newly created chaos of heaven and earth, there was a feeling of joy, as if one saw tender green buds just sprouting from the trees.

Lively.

As the piano sounds began to sound.

There was a rustling sound on the barren ground, which seemed to be the sound of grass breaking through the soil.

Small grasses are sprouting out of the soil.

On the vast and barren land, young life was born, grass sprouted, flowers bloomed, and birds sang...

And also at this moment.

Feng Qingyan finally realized the holy realm.

The principle of the zither master that he understood is life. The birth of life can also be said to be the sound of grass breaking through the soil, the sound of flowers blooming, and the sound of birds singing...

From now on.

The sound of his piano contains a life force.

It can be endless.

He finally entered the Saint realm. Although he was only a Zither Saint, he was still a Saint...

At this moment, the holy images of heaven and earth suddenly began to brew, preparing for flowers to bloom in heaven and earth, thousands of books to worship, a rainbow to pierce the sun, and so on.

However, Feng Qingyan cut it off immediately.

Although the East Lake Realm was isolated by the various disciples, who knew whether my becoming a saint would be sensed by the outside world?

The sage of Jiuzhou is the emperor of all heavens and worlds.

Every time a great emperor is born, the creatures in the nearby world will feel it faintly. And the Lord of Heaven in Dayan Heaven may also feel it...

and so.

All with caution.

However, after Feng Qingyan cut off the brewing holy image of heaven and earth, heaven and earth began to brew again.

He looked up.

If the Holy Image of Heaven and Earth were to descend, it would allow the East Lake Realm to be filled with vitality in a very short period of time.

Generally speaking.

When an emperor is born in a world, although it will attract strange phenomena and bring down a great deal of heaven and earth vitality, the emperor will also absorb the vitality of heaven and earth completely...

But Feng Qingyan was, after all, the most powerful being in the Dao Refining Realm, and he had almost reached a point where there was no way out.

To become a saint through playing the zither, one naturally does not need to absorb the vital energy of heaven and earth like other people who become emperors.

He can also easily cut off the sacred images of heaven and earth.

It is naturally impossible for ordinary saints to do this...

At this moment, he thought about it seriously, looked at Qin Xiaoxiao, the old man, the young man in black robe and others, then he suddenly stretched his hand into the sky, drew out the brewing holy image of heaven and earth, refined it directly, and finally turned it into a mist flashing with colorful colors.

And they were immediately stunned.

What on earth is this?
The hand reached directly into the sky and took away the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth? Moreover, it not only took it away, but also refined it in an instant?

"Tonight I can enter the holy realm with the harp because of you. These ten holy images are given to you."

Feng Qingyan drew out ten strands of the Holy Elephant Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Ten rays of holy images of heaven and earth flashed with colorful light, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura. Then they sank into Qin Xiaoxiao's body...

"You have an extraordinary talent for playing the zither, and you are persistent in playing the zither. You can also obtain ten strands."

Feng Qingyan said to the old man.

Then ten wisps of holy images of heaven and earth flew out and sank into Ye He's body, causing his whole body to tremble and his soul to shake slightly.

"You have a sword in your heart, which is a good sign. You can also get ten strands..."

Feng Qingyan said to the young man in black robe.

One ray is equal to ten thousand ray, and there are still nine thousand nine hundred and seventy ray of the holy image of heaven and earth left.

"This holy image of heaven and earth has my blessing..." Feng Qingyan said calmly, "Go."

Then the remaining holy images of heaven and earth were scattered between heaven and earth.

Waiting for the right person.

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(End of this chapter)