Poems: The wind blows the mountains and the flowers fall, the ancient town is faintly fragrant; the night is Lingyunding, the thief sneaks the palace gate; the insects are often still there, and the crazy drums.

The unknown man of God once said: Man does not have all-round talent, man must have talent, and the difficulty lies in how to find the right position.

It is said that Chang Yourong is obsessed with rock music, driving the star boat out of Jialan City, pursuing his own artistic life; it is not that the old man ignores the overall situation, but is driven by the wild heart activated by the commotion; you know, among the people, don't look at the Anzi Divine Comedy sung very slippery, in fact, it is plagiarism, Chang Yourong is different, thousands of years of emotional investment in music successfully awakened the long-sealed talent, and learned to fill in the lyrics and compose music without a teacher, and also invented a wind instrument, with a strong metallic bright sound, named: Dao Feng.

It can be said that after traveling through the starry sky for nearly 8,000 years, you often have been completely reborn at the spiritual level and found something more worthy of pursuit than cultivation, music. (Anping said that this is very, how can I really make it up.) ）

Flying over the sea again, through the desert, and deeper into the land for more than 100,000 miles, he set out on the way to a large city that loomed in the vast plains.

It was late in the city, and the inn was carefully prepared for the night, and the heart-pounding, blood-boiling Divine Comedy was all eliminated, and most of the self-created works were created, including some classics changed to rock 'n' roll.

At dawn the next day, the old man wandered around the streets looking for a place, and dangled until noon to choose a corner in the north of the city; observed a few deep breaths, put on all kinds of things, and gradually attracted the attention of several passers-by; I saw that Chang Yourong sat on the drum, ripped off his robe, put on a coarse cloth rough-edged denim vest on his upper body, tied his beard and argued, put on sunglasses and held a small wooden stick in each hand, which was very trendy.

Wait for a long time without squeaking, until the crowd of twenty or thirty eating watermelons gathered in a circle, and there was a strong rhythm of drums inside.

The strength of the "~~~~~~~~~~uproar" revealed that the crowd rioted, and it was only then that it was seen that this was a spiritual senior.

The old man's desire to perform is really strong, what rock, jazz, and heavy metal play is sneaky, and he makes that seemingly hoarse, very vicissitudes of life in his voice.

"Tunnel warfare, hey tunnel warfare, millions of divine soldiers in ambush, hey millions of divine soldiers in ambush; guerrilla warfare was launched on the great plains for thousands of miles, and the tunnels were connected from village to village and from house to house, and the invaders dared to come, and they were so frightened that they were terrified, and the invaders dared to come, and they were all soldiers, and all the people participated in the war, and the invaders were completely wiped out.

"......" Brother Di.

"......" onlookers monks.

If Anzi sang the people's war in front of a group of ancients, Anzi had to vomit blood, and he had to teach him the national anthem, which was too slippery! Of course, there are different understandings of art, such as irreconcilable political differences, which is often referred to as particularity.

After singing the song, most of the onlookers were at a loss, only a few were quite interested, and even muttered about another one; the art was recognized, the old man was overjoyed, he didn't drink a sip of water and had a good day, he finished work at the end of the day, and went back to the secret room of the inn as if he was happy to do something, and felt a more refreshing sense of accomplishment than cultivating to advance.

In this way, for more than half a month, Jialancheng became a sensation, and more and more people came to hear the news, whether it was in the air or on the ground, including many young juniors from all walks of life, as well as big girls and little daughters-in-law, including the eldest brother of the Xu family who came to dig people;

When it was good to see it, he often had a very measured grasp of desire, for fear that it would affect Anping; when it was high in the afternoon on this day, the old man got up and said that he would leave tomorrow, ignoring everyone's reactions, and showing his original song for the first time, the song title "Fairy Wind Daochen".

This song is not rock, the instrument only has the Tao wind, the words are not long, there are a number of crosses: the morning year ignorant worship of the immortal gate, the ice crystal jade stone breaks the soul, the Chen Feng dreams into the world, the sinking land of the valley people, the Taoist heart is immortal, the god child Nirvana recomposes the song, the natural disaster and the earth want to turn into dust, the flood and the sun and the moon are my own good.

"Buzz ~~~~~~~~~"

The lyrics and songs are tailored to reveal a large number of details, and the non-understanders are confused; the artistic conception that comes from the feeling is very in line with the current state of mind, only to see that Chang Yourong suddenly bursts into the sky, the surrounding sound is faint, the void sound waves ripple, the six elements of the soul behind the head suddenly appear, countless golden notes, road patterns fly around the ring and dance continuously, after five breaths, the golden drizzle falls from the sky, the special effects are spectacular, the ground disappears, and the kung fu of half a cup of tea is to be continued.

"Oh my God!

No monk can preach in one step, Li Zhi can't preach, Yuan Wu can't, An Zi is even more impossible, Chang Yourong is even more impossible, then there is only one explanation, the old man has already preached in half a step, but he didn't squeak.

The preacher, the flood is rare, and it attracts countless fans in an instant, and it spreads all over the city in two hours, and the five major families are moved when they hear the wind, and Chang Yourong has long since disappeared, and the soul is not something ordinary people can afford to provoke, and it is also the reason why the old man dares to show off in broad daylight.

But there are exceptions to everything, and he left without revealing the mountains and rivers, but he was targeted by a female cultivator, who did not perform any tracking techniques, and blatantly followed all the way to the thousands of miles of forest farms in the south of the city.

"What is the fairy looking for me?" Chang Yourong turned back calmly.

"Brother Dao is polite. The female cultivator was dressed in a pink white palace dress, with fairy sideburns and combs, a slender figure, a palace mole on her lips, sharp eyes, and a look of gloom, unlike the daughter of the ladies of the clan, and said: "The little girl has listened to it for twelve days, admires the talent of her predecessors, and wants to travel to the stars with her predecessors. ”

"Tell your name. ”

"The little girl Fu Qingkite. ”

……

After two months, the development of Gulan Town has slowed down slightly, there is no way, the foundation is too thin, the funds cannot be in place in time, after listening to a few regular meetings, Anzi praised the sect master Xu Ruizhen is a talent, no matter the means or policies, they are very forward-looking, they would rather tighten their belts and give up their immediate interests, reduce rents to attract popularity, and treat the outer monks even more, turn the inner door to three places per month, except for the five major families without surnames, only look at strength and character, it is particularly rare.

Not only that, but also let the elders of each hall go out all over the world to secretly attract foreign scattered merchants, and promise to invest in the town with benefits, which can be called the first person in the economic reform of the monk world, An Ping was amazed, and since then, he must listen to the regular meeting every day.

One day, everyone discussed how to focus on cultivating inner disciples, whether those who are not surnamed Xu are excluded, Xu Rui said bluntly in the palace: treat everyone equally.

"Could it be that this guy is a traverser?" The policy broke the convention, and Anzi wondered.

"Second brother. The little brother of Caishan was about to refute, and there were eager footsteps outside the hall.

"Big brother, why are you in such a hurry? Could it be that there is a change in Jialan City?" Xu Rui's tone was calm.

"Second brother, two months ago, the Dao Divine Soul appeared in Jialan City, and now it is missing. ”

"What does this have to do with us?" asked Xu Shancai inexplicably.

"I don't know about the mountain wealth, the Dark Incense Hall has a little concern about the monks above the cave void in Gulan Town, this god soul predecessor has been here, according to the distance estimate, from the residual incense to Jialan, it is almost the same as my front and back feet. "This eldest brother of the Xu family has clear thinking and logical care, and tells what he has seen and heard in public.

For the preaching, Anzi didn't pay much attention, but the song "Fairy Wind Dao Chen" smacked out some information, and after a long time, he dared to run out of the Yu people's base camp, and the only thing he didn't understand was "Divine Infant Nirvana," which means that he suddenly resurrected after sleeping for N years.

The eldest brother of the Xu family woke up the sect master with a word, Xu Rui reacted quickly, got up and lowered his position to self-examine and said: "It was my negligence, since ancient times, I have been idle and scattered to cultivate many capable people; ”

"What?" Jing Zhi objected: "Sect Master, the rent is already very low, reduce it again...... I'm afraid that the offerings of the disciples in the sect ......"

"I'll figure it out. Xu Rui interrupted.

"Hehe~~~" Anzi was secretly happy, and said in his heart: "Copy~ I also think that there is a mine at home, and it turns out that there is a crystal master behind it." ”

I have no interest in learning the truth, and I think that the technical content of Xu's rise is too low to be called self-made, but I don't deny Xu Rui's extraordinary political acumen, and I have a fight with Gao Zongfang of the Aragami Mansion, and I will have a headache for him in the future.

Turned off the communication and regained his spirits, picked up the pen and continued to paint, his mind always remembered the lyrics, his mind couldn't concentrate, he was absent-minded and just drew two strokes of the phantom and drove it, and handed over a jade slip.

"What's that?"

"It's from Jialan City. ”

"Oh~~~" Anzi had an epiphany, it must be the video of the old Changtou on the spot;

"Childe ......"

"Wait!" Suddenly something strange, the picture playback was paused, put to the maximum, locked on a white-pink female cultivator in the middle of the air, there was an obvious sinister smile on her face, Anzi frowned: "Fu Qingkite, why did she come here?"

"Who is Fu Qingkite?"

"Jiuyou Jinyiwei, specifically for me, my mother's nose is quite smart. ”

"How's the cultivation?"

"The last time I saw her was in Yaoxian Quelan, I heard Luo Yingxia say that she had reached the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortals, what's the matter, your hands are itchy? Don't worry, if you really want to benefit me, you will always be able to do it, unless you ......"

"Seduction?"

"If a monk wants to defeat the strong with the weak, it is nothing more than a sneak attack or an amazing hole card, and if he has neither, then he can only seduce, but it is too small for Chang Yourong. ”

"Then what if she wants to send the news back to Taixuan or Jiuyou?"

"There is a house over there, if it is well coordinated, it is enough for Fu Qingyuan to drink a pot, at least she will be guilty of bullying the 'king'. ”

"Childe means ......"

"Don't do anything, what should you do! By the way, the Gulan Sect has a new policy, and the rent of shops above the cave will be halved. ”

This girl didn't bother to pay attention to him. "I didn't ask for a task, the phantom was angry, and took the black-haired rabbit to the door and flashed people.

"Alas~~ What a girl, why do you always think about killing?" Anzi shrugged helplessly, smiled in his hand, and wrote the song "Fairy Wind Daochen" on the wall and fell into deep thought.

Recalling the details of the burial god Nanyue, Heming Mountain strayed into the holy land of the Yu clan back then, and the two should have taken a look at each other, and literally guessed that eighty percent was in the Shenyu Valley.

"Divine Infant Nirvana!" Anzi seemed to grasp the key, walking back and forth with his backhand, and suddenly thought of the human face on the head of the companion beast, and pondered blindly: "There won't be a leg, right?"

(End of chapter)