Within a few days, Murong Immortal Venerable sent his disciples to send an official invitation to the Eight Sounds Society. www.biquge.info Qinghuan also learned from Ning Hao that it was really a great thing for Cheng Yao to be invited to participate in the Eight Music Meeting at the age of seventeen.

Eight tones refer to the eight materials used to make musical instruments, thus covering the music of the whole world. The Eight Music Club was first initiated by eight people, including Yin Chenjue, Yun Chuxiu, Yi Guxing, and Murong Yunsheng, and the eight people took turns to sit in the village and invited the top musicians in the fairy world to attend. And because of the immortals' music, in addition to "technology", the word "meaning" is more important, and it is difficult to become a wind bone without a long period of precipitation. Therefore, most of the people who have always received the eight-tone post are immortals who have been famous for more than a thousand years. Occasionally, a few junior disciples stand out, and it is the supreme honor to be able to sit and evaluate with the teacher. Later, the acquisition of the Eight Tone Posts became the lifelong goal of almost every Yin Xiu disciple - although there were not many Yin Xiu schools inside and outside the Three Gods, the absolute number of disciples under them was not small.

Among the few juniors who stood out, the youngest was the first to be dusted under the sound dust. But Yizhan Chen's invitation to the Eight Music Society was also after he had practiced with Yin Chenjue for nearly ten years.

But now, Chengyao has not officially apprenticed.

Qing Huan followed Ning Hao and sighed. She didn't remember who taught Cheng Yao's qin art and the origin of his jade qin, so she only heard Ning Hao talk about the past.

Although the structure of the Three Gods Heavenly Heaven is similar, there is no Miaoyin Elder in the Luojia Heaven. However, in order to cultivate the temperament of his disciples, Qingfang Xianzun still arranged a course of music and art, which was taught by senior brothers and sisters who were proficient in a certain musical instrument from the fifth to the seventh year of the disciples' enrollment. Disciples can choose a musical instrument of their own choice and pass the exam after three years of study.

At the beginning, Cheng Yao naturally chose the piano, Qing Huan, Silent Liu, and Ning Hao chose the piano very unanimously in the spirit of hugging their thighs, and then Yun Xiao chose the piano as well. But except for Cheng Yao, others also put Leyi aside after the exam, and Yun Xiao is no exception.

Only Cheng Yao seems to be born to be an extreme piano player. Even Qin Jue himself sighed to others after listening to his piano sound - "This son's Qin Dao talent is breathtaking, even if there is no demon twilight, Yin Chenjue should no longer call himself Qin Jue." ”

Therefore, the eight-tone post was prepared for him early in the morning, but his age was too young. It was only now that it was finally sent out by Murong Yunsheng's hands.

"Wait, wait a minute......" Qing Huan pressed one of Ning Hao's hands to stop her from continuing, "Demontwilight...... It's familiar, it's talking about a person......"

"Yes, Devil's Evening is the snow of the sky." Ning Hao said.

"Heavenly Snow ......" Qing Huan muttered, at this time her mind was in chaos, and the corners of her forehead were also faintly throbbing, as if something was about to come out, but it just didn't come out.

I only heard Ning Hao continue: "Have you ever heard a word? Well, I know you haven't heard of it, anyway, it's 'the heavens are dead, and the gods should stand', which means that the gods sealed the heavens and retreated three thousand years ago, and the three gods took over the order of heaven and earth. But there is another saying, which is called 'above the three gods, there is more snow'. It means that the three gods are already very powerful now, but what about those that are more powerful than the three gods? It's this snow. Even the ancient gods couldn't handle the ethereal demon lord, and in the end, he drank hatred under the sword of the snow of the sky, and the gods had a chance to seal the heavens......"

Ning Hao was talking happily, but saw Qing Huan suddenly stand up from the table, cover his head and bury himself in the quilt.

"What's wrong?" Ning Hao asked her.

"I'm a little dizzy." Qing Huan replied in a muffled voice under the quilt.

"Hey, it's summer, don't cook yourself." Ning Hao walked over, dug Qing Huan out of the quilt, and raised his hand to test the temperature of her forehead, "I don't have a fever." ”

Qing Huan said, "I didn't have a fever in the first place, but I suddenly had a little headache just now, but now it doesn't hurt." ”

"It really doesn't hurt anymore?"

Qing Huan shook his head, felt it, and then replied very seriously: "Hmm." ”

"Okay." Ning Hao sighed, "Then I'm going to tell you a piece of news that may give you a headache again." ”

"What?" Qing Huan was vigilant.

"I met Qingfang Immortal Venerable today." Ning Hao said, "He asked you to go to the sea of sweat and smoke tomorrow morning to find him." ”

"Hiss......" Qing Huan took a cool breath, covered his forehead and pretended to have a headache, "Did he say what was the matter?" ”

"Didn't say." Ning Hao said, "But I think ...... 1. Certain, no, have, what, what, good, thing. ”

Qing Huan's face fell, "Why didn't you tell me earlier......"

Ning Hao was extremely innocent, "Didn't you ask me about the Eight Tone Society?" ”

"Okay......"

"Alright, alright." Ning Hao rubbed her temples for her and comforted her, "It's not Qiantang Immortal Venerable, what are you afraid of?" Go to bed early. ”

Qing Huan felt as if there was some reason, so he fell back down, stubbornly wrapping himself into a caterpillar.

Ning Hao returned to his bed, leaving a lotus lamp floating at the head of the bed, and then turned out a large pile of colorful silk threads from the box.

Qing Huan saw the bright light, and didn't know what she was messing with, so she fell asleep in a daze.

On the morning of the second day, Qing Huan specially picked a break between two classes and went to the sea of sweat and smoke - although they had finished the class, Qingfang Immortal Venerable still had many other little disciples to teach.

But it didn't seem to be the right time for her to come, because whether it was the sweaty library hall or the extraordinarily spacious studio of Qingfang Immortal Venerable upstairs, they were all empty and nowhere to be seen. But on the wall facing the table in the studio, there was an extraordinarily narrow picture scroll, about two feet wide and nearly nine feet long.

On the picture scroll, the green mountains are continuous, the nine-day waterfall and the Milky Way are falling straight down, the forests are dyed with the slanting sun, the sky is lightly wiped with clouds, and a flock of birds are flying far away from the sunset.

Flying away?!

Qing Huan rubbed his eyes, and then found that those birds were really flying towards the red sunset, and gradually turned into a few small black dots in the sky. Not only that, but the waterfall on the scroll is also flowing, and even the shadow of the sun is slowly changing its direction, and the white clouds in the sky are rolling comfortably with the light breeze......

Qing Huan covered his mouth with one hand, and stared at it with wide eyes, but saw that a few black dots next to the sunset gradually enlarged, and finally saw that it was the shape of the birds, and it was the group of birds that flew back towards the outsider.

"Ha ......" The previous shock gradually faded, Qing Huan looked interesting, couldn't help but stretch out his fingers, touched the waterfall on the painting, and suddenly appeared in front of his eyes why the night was surrounded by mountains and clouds, and the tips of Yunxiao's hair were covered with water droplets.

The cold on her fingertips made Qing Huan come back to her senses quickly, but she saw that the waterfall in the painting was really diverging at her fingertips, but there was not a trace of water on her hands. Qing Huan's heart moved, on a whim, he simply spread out one palm to support the waterfall, and also learned from the clouds that day, blocking the waterfall from falling. For a while, she saw the splash in the painting, and she was really happy.

Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable suction force in front of me, and then the sky swirled, and before I could stand firmly, my ears were filled with the sound of roaring water. Qing Huan opened his eyes and calmed down, he was already located between the mountains, on the bank of the waterfall, and above his head, there was the bright and vast night sky of the galaxy.