In the misty space, a metal corpse coffin, supported by ancient vines inserted into the ground, suspended in mid-air. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The streamer flickered, and Zheng Fan could only wait silently in the misty space when he couldn't see the scene outside the floating dust ball.

"If I can attach it to this string of handbells, can I be taken away by you?" Fang happily put the handbell on, revealing a crisp sound.

"What can I do when I'm gone, there has to be someone at home to take care of you, and your way out should be on that disc." Zheng Fan took out a wooden drum pier and sat down, and by the way, with the help of ordinary objects, he observed the state of the misty space.

Fang Xinran had a feeling that the way out that Zheng Fan said did not simply mean going home.

"Zheng~~~"

As Zheng Fan took out a classical guitar made of rosewood, he unexpectedly dialed out a rather melodious sound in the misty space.

Regarding the classical guitar in Zheng Fan's hand, Fang Xinran knew that it was difficult to play this thing well without a few years of hard practice.

It's just that in the current situation, Zheng Fan can still have this leisure, and he can't help but let Fang Xin slander it.

"This guitar is a good thing."

Zheng Fan sat on the drum pier, crossed Erlang's legs and smiled.

"Is it a treasure?"

Fang happily took a sip of Zheng Fan, but he diluted some sadness.

The guitar in Zheng Fan's hand has a beautiful and elegant shape, the fretboard is flat and slightly wide, and the speaker is thick, equipped with three nylon strings and three metal strings, and the strings are pulled horizontally on the resonance box.

Plucking the strings with your fingers to pronounce the sound, there are a total of 19 frets, the fretboard and the speaker are 12 frets at the junction, the sound hole is rounded, there is no baffle below, and the top and bottom plate are horizontal.

It's just that compared to the folk guitar, this classical guitar is more suitable for pure music in the Renaissance genre, and it is not easy to learn.

"Don't look at the time when you're handsome."

Seeing Zheng Fan shaking his head at the treasure's inquiry, Fang Xinran glanced at him.

"Instead of waiting, I should do something else and observe and observe, maybe I can play and sing a song, and what else can I make." Although Zheng Fan's words were not serious, he seemed to want to break the silence of the misty space.

"The ancient vines that grew out of the cracks in the opening of the corpse coffin have shown a withered state." Fang Xinran thought about it with a complicated mind.

"You don't seem to be very involved in the audience!"

Zheng Fan smiled and the other party happily teased, bringing people a sense of relaxation.

"Do you know how to play?"

Fang Xinran is concerned about the environment of the misty space.

"In addition to the immortal corpse coffin, the ancient vines connected to the corpse coffin can be said to extend in all directions, plus the relationship between the misty space is not very broad, and the safer place to stand should be where Zheng Fan and I are, from the metal corpse coffin through the ancient vines to absorb the spiritual light, it is almost certain that those ancient vines cannot be touched, otherwise once they are clung by the power of devouring, they may really be sucked dry as he said." Fang Xinran's attention was indeed not on the guitar.

"The tone of the classical guitar is soft and elegant, and it can show beautiful and rich expressiveness when playing classical or modern music, but I have been learning classical guitar for a long time, and even if I want to switch to folk guitar, it is a piece of cake." Zheng Fan laughed.

Regarding Zheng Fan's display, Fang Xinran is not incomprehensible.

Generally speaking, classical guitars require high playing skills due to the mellow sound of the strings, otherwise they will not sound good, requiring complex left-handed fingering, fast right-handed plucking, and good musical comprehension.

The reason why a classical guitar is called classical is not only because of the guitar, but also because of a technique and understanding, which is different from a folk guitar.

With the same amount of time and energy, folk songs are much more effective than classical guitars, and the advantages of folk guitars are that they are easy to understand and practical, and can be generally accepted by the public.

"Technique and understanding?"

Although he was not very sure, Fang Xinran knew that Zheng Fan playing the guitar at this time might be similar to smoking a cigar, with a kind of regulation of his mood.

Zheng Fan took out the guitar, but did not play and sing immediately, but occasionally closed his eyes, and he didn't know whether he was brewing emotions or thinking.

"Of all the ancient vines, there is only one that comes out of the gap in the lid of the coffin that has been opened, and one end does not penetrate into the space or the ground, judging from the situation of the Tibetan Spirit Bead just now, that ancient vine is very likely to be the origin of the Tibetan Spirit Bead." Zheng Fan was also secretly waiting for if there would be any changes after the ancient vines dried up completely.

"Bomb, I'll listen."

Fang Xinran saw that for a while, the situation of the misty space could not be completely changed, and he couldn't help but smile and said to Zheng Fan.

Under Fang Xinran's gaze, Zheng Fan used the Apoyang multi-slotting method, and the mellow melody will have an angel to love you for me, and it has been popped.

Zheng Fan's right fingers are very flexible, and each finger is quite independent, the finger strength is extremely great, and the four-wheel finger tremolo technique makes the whole prelude to the angel to love you for me, and even injects a long rhythm, as if putting all the emotions into this song.

Seeing Zheng Fan's smooth and dreamy fingering, listening to the adapted melody, Fang Xinran's heart was touched, and his beautiful eyes were obviously moisturized.

What Fang Xinran didn't expect even more was that after the prelude, Zheng Fan actually opened his mouth to sing.

I think, I can't stop my footsteps, I want to go to the top of the mountain to see the beautiful scenery~

I'm just sorry~

I can't listen to you anymore~

The wind chimes that have been lonely for a long time~

I'm sorry I can't take you on a long trip~

If you miss me, just look at the brightest stars in the sky~

…………………………

Zheng Fan's clear and gorgeous voice is full of transparency, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

At this time, Zheng Fan, who was looking at Fang Xinran deeply, the naked body turned into his physical body had already revealed the trend of rout.

Zheng Fan's guitar is not played fast, the beautiful melody flows slowly from under his fingertips, the long notes, and with a faint deep and melancholy, there is no trace of the pursuit of surface effect, so that Fang Xinran can't help but listen to the beautiful eyes.

The indescribably smooth string tones, as well as the soulful singing, can be called a perfect interpretation that evokes the deepest feelings.

The sound of the classical guitar is rich, soft as the winter sun, bright and bright, warm and calm, cold as steel balls scattered on the ice, the grains are distinct, the bones are penetrating, as fierce as the roaring deep sea, swaying the heart, shocking, as deep as the dark night, sound as silent, and its own bottomless power spreads in the misty space.

Until Zheng Fan's accurate fingers slowly stopped, the lingering aftermath in the misty space dissipated, and Fang Xinran, who came back to his senses, had already shed two lines of tears.

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! ”

The ancient vines that grew from the corpse coffin, after losing their spiritual power, their outer skin appeared wrinkled and gradually dried up.

"Woo~~~"

Zheng Fan's expression suddenly got up, and the spiritual power tide was already pouring in the barrier of the misty space.

"Poof~~~"

In the flow of brilliance, not only Zheng Fan and Fang Xinran's figures were pulled, but even the wooden drum pier and the guitar in his hand were all disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Go to the teleportation array."

Zheng Fan, whose figure was swept by the wind, suddenly pushed Fang Xinran, who wanted to get closer to him, a hand.

Seeing Fang Xinran's figure flying upside down towards the place where the disc was, Zheng Fan took out the broken metal from the corner of the coffin from the small cloth bag.

"Boom~~~"

Seeing Zheng Fan's figure crashing into the corpse coffin and closing the broken metal at the corner of the corpse coffin, Fang Xinran's delicate body flew upside down and did not fall on the disc.

Although Zheng Fan was tightly sucked on the surface of the coffin, and his body was distorted, with the help of the brilliance of the spiritual power, he still saw a piece of wriggling black flesh in the coffin and the burial objects through the wide gap in the palm of the coffin lid opened.

"Although it can be regarded as a farewell, but now my original figure cannot be broken." Zheng Fan struggled to the back of his head and grabbed the hilt of the ancient sword.

"Zheng~~~"

In the state of Zheng Fan's white eyes, the ancient sword was pulled out, and it quickly exuded a fierce sword aura.

"Woo~~~"

As Zheng Fan penetrated through the gap in the coffin and thrust the ancient sword into it, the ancient sword that was full of fish scale sword light turned into countless fish darts and shot into the wriggling black flesh.

Pierced by the surging ancient sword, the rich black blood was released from the wriggling black flesh, and soon rippled in the corpse coffin.

"Let's go."

Zheng Fan wanted to shout to Fang Xinran, but in the breath of black blood gushing out, his voice seemed to be deprived.

"呲~~~"

The glowing ancient sword, inserted in the gap of the corpse coffin, quickly lost its spirituality, and rusted a little bit, and the sword body began to crumble as if it had been dead in the morning.

Zheng Fan is very sensitive to the breath of black blood, in comparison, the devouring power of his dantian Xiaoshi people is completely insignificant in front of black blood.

"Takashi ~~~"

The metal coffin was turbulent, and the ancient vines that grew from the cracks of the coffin, in the case of the epidermal folds and withering, the bottom hook of the coffin on the front twist belt came out of the coffin like a twisted flower.

Seeing the lid of the metal corpse coffin slowly closing, and the skin of the ancient vine folds shattered, turning into a finger-thick and delicate rattan lock, constantly winding towards the corpse coffin, Zheng Fan couldn't help but feel that the situation was out of control.

"Snort~~~"

While the lid of the coffin was completely sealed, some vague ancient patterns on the coffin gradually lit up, full of the vicissitudes of time, and contained a mysterious aura circulating.

"Immortal corpse coffin, do you mean this corpse coffin, or the black meat placed inside?" Zheng Fan couldn't even care about the pain of Gu Jian being buried in the coffin at this time.

Although the situation was unexpected, in Zheng Fan's opinion, this corpse coffin was not so much a burial of black meat as a ban.

"Woo~~~"

The black blood qi with a strong sense of devouring was extracted by the metal coffin and circulated along the pattern on the surface of the coffin while the dense ancient patterns lit up on the surface of the coffin.

The thick mist was raised, and Zheng Fan, who had gotten rid of the devouring power in the corpse coffin, stepped back to look at the ancient patterns on the corpse coffin, and found that the black blood qi was actually refined in the process of circulating on it, and in the end, only the pure devouring black qi remained.

"The texture of the ancient flowers on this coffin is similar to the swirling brocade that the palace woman gave me." Seeing that the ancient corpse coffin exuded the mark of ten thousand flowers, and the ancient flower texture absorbed the black blood qi, as if providing nutrients to the flower texture, Zheng Fan couldn't help but sigh secretly.

As the old saying goes, the flowers leave a fragrance, Zheng Fan found that the black blood refined by the corpse coffin is pure and devours the black gas, which is the fragrance of flowers emitted by the patterns of the corpse coffin.

"Boom~~~"

In an instant, in the metal coffin, it seemed that something suddenly wanted to rush out, and the roar was not only sudden, but the shape of the metal coffin changed greatly, which frightened Zheng Fan.

The head of the snake that blasted the metal corpse coffin into the top and deformed it was almost close to retreating from Zheng Fan's face.

"These snake bodies that deform the coffins......"

Because the coffin lid was sealed and the devouring power was greatly reduced, Fang Xinran also stabilized his figure at this time and saw countless snake-shaped bulges.

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