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Holy, compassion is compassion.

Saint, one word to destroy the country, punish tens of millions of people, the same can be compassion.

The saint has long said that the way of heaven is not rigid.

Eliminate the demon and defend the way, even if you destroy tens of millions, the way of heaven also knows that you are merciful, and also knows that you are meritorious, and the way of heaven will not punish you, and the way of heaven will only bless.

This holy way!

How many people in the world can understand?

No wonder there is only one saint in heaven and earth today.

It's really hard to understand.

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In the ice and snow, in the cold wind on the top of the mountain, the soldiers who guarded the territory and shivered from the cold finally put on thick and brand-new cotton clothes.

The Holy Messenger bought new and warm cotton garments from thousands of nations.

Beside him, the blazing bonfire has also set up a cauldron, and large pieces of beef and mutton have been tumbling in the hot soup, gurgling, and the aroma is already overflowing.

The ice is the ice sky, and the snow is still the snow, but the people's hearts are no longer cold, only full of blood and fighting spirit.

The saint does not live up to the three soldiers of the northern Xinjiang, and the three soldiers of the northern Xinjiang will not live up to the saint.

In tomorrow's battle, we will sacrifice our lives and forget our deaths, and together with the saints, we will fight on the battlefield, sweep the barbarians, and raise the prestige of our human race!

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In the snowflakes in the sky, Qin Jun sat on the snow and relaxed for everyone.

In the northern Xinjiang line, many things can be sung and cried, and her piano sound has improved a lot.

It can really move people's hearts, inspire the common hatred in the hearts of all people, and protect the strength of the family and the country.

Although she is still far behind Ye Xuan's realm, after all, she is not Ye Xuan, without Ye Xuan's experience and beliefs, she has just entered Northern Xinjiang, and Ye Xuan is already very satisfied and appreciated to be able to comprehend this piano path.

"Can the saint play a song for me? Teach me to improve the way of the qin. Qin Jun Qin Yu could feel the jerky places when she stroked the qin, which must be the impassable place, that is, the lack of comprehension.

She longed to be able to receive divine guidance.

I also want to know the heart of the saint, and I want to know more about this saint who will be merciful and ruthless, and scold people for his mother.

Such a saint makes people curious.

Qin Jun invited the Holy Lady to touch the Qin, and the sect masters of the sects were immediately worried, such a request was too reckless.

It is holy, and all the people admire him, so how can he be asked to play the harp for all people.

Ye Xuan is holy, but he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with this.

Holy compassion for heaven and earth, how can you not even be happy to play the piano for others and teach people the way?

If you don't mind this, then such a person will not be holy.

Ye Xuan said, "Actually, I don't know how to play the qin." Because of the understanding of the transcendent way, you can touch the qin. So, don't be surprised at what you hear. My realm has surpassed the realm of piano sound. ”

Say, my realm has surpassed the realm of piano sound, this tone is a little bigger!

However, in fact, Ye Xuan was already saying this in a low-key manner.

Everyone understands that Ye Xuan's transcendent way naturally does not have the slightest doubt about Ye Xuan's words.

After a slightly wry smile, everyone was looking forward to what would happen to Ye Xuan Fuqin.

"Junsheng, please use my harp. Qin Yu has never lent the piano to others, today, she made an exception for the saint and borrowed the piano from the saint, but she felt that this was her honor to the piano, her honor.

Ye Xuan gladly accepted her kindness and borrowed her piano to use.

His fingers fell lightly on the strings, and Ye Xuan did not rush to stroke the piano. 、

The Holy Fuqin is not a trick to show off the piano skills, but to tell the voice of the saint, since you can start playing it with your fingers on it.

The voice of the heart must be brewed well.

"That year......

"The Rabbit ......"

The saint is selfless and soft.

"What?"

Everybody doesn't understand.

What rabbit?

What's the matter with playing the piano in this level?

When did rabbits have anything to do with playing the piano?

Ye Xuan had already entered the realm of selflessness, how could he hear their whispers, and he had already forgotten himself to play.

"Every rabbit has a dream of a great country!"

"I have no regrets in this life to plant flowers, and I will still plant flowers in the next life!"

“...... I can't go back, so keep going!"

“...... Welcome home!...... This prosperous world has been as you wish!"

"I wish the motherland prosperity!"

Before the song was finished, the heavens and the earth wept, and the wind and snow suddenly became a violent storm and snow, but it was the tears that flowed out of the eyes that were not cold!

The sound of the piano is not only the sound of the piano, but also the sound of the drum and the sound of the guitar?

It carries the voice of the saint and is the way of heaven!

Even if this sound of the piano is still incomprehensible, and neither can the sect masters, but they all know that for some reason, they often have tears in their eyes.

How could it be!

How could it be!

Hearing the sound of the piano, many images of self-improvement, heroic and fearless little white rabbits will suddenly appear in their minds, as if those little white rabbits, with their ears pricked up, are the human race!

Why, they cry? Why do they go on forever?

Why, they will hear the voice of who is together, our goal is the sea of stars!

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

On the northern frontier, tens of thousands of soldiers burst into tears.

Shout the name of the saint with tears!

In this world, no one can understand what the sound of the holy piano is telling better than those who have not died in a hundred battles.

Qin Jun can't, the sect masters can't, and even if Qin Sheng was present, he definitely couldn't, it was because they hadn't experienced all this.

"Shuoqi spreads the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron coat. The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years!" Ye Xuan ended the qin song with two lines of poetry.

Boom, above the northern frontier, the golden light soars into the sky!

The country of northern Xinjiang, the luck of the cold country has skyrocketed!

That powerful force, every soldier, every civil and military general, every prince and princess, and the supreme of the country, all felt it clearly.

They are strong, the country of the cold is strong!

The power of the Terrans!

"Why?" Long Qinggu, the monarch of the Cold Country, didn't understand why just one piece of music could have so much power.

Before, no one thought that the piano would have such power.

People often think that the sword immortal is the most powerful power!

Who said that the Qin Saint is no match for the Sword Immortal!

"Saint seems to have experienced more evil battles than us!" Princess Long Xijun, from the sound of the piano, heard many of the resonances of her heart.

Those pains, those burdens, those desperate situations, never give up!

She used to think that even if she was holy, she would not understand what they had experienced here!

But, now, she knows, she was wrong.

Compared with the saint, the difficulties and setbacks she has experienced are not worth mentioning.

The experience of the saint is far beyond their imagination!

"Qinjun, if this song is on the battlefield, it may kill tens of millions of enemies?" Ye Xuan put away the qin, collected his tears, and looked at Qinjun Qin Yu with gentle eyes.

The avenue is dialed, he said, he wants to teach Qin Junqin is also a three-foot sword, which can kill tens of millions of enemies.

Now, he has done it and has not broken his promise.

"Holy song, can be defeated by millions of soldiers!" Qin Yu, the king of the qin, bowed with tears, she realized, really understood, the qin is like a three-foot sword, and it can kill tens of millions of enemies.

It doesn't have to be a sword.

The sound of this piano can not only kill thousands of enemies, but also kill millions of enemies, and it can win the three-foot sword of the sword fairy!

"The sound of the holy piano is sharper than my sword! A flick of a finger can destroy tens of millions of barbarian soldiers!" said to Sword Immortal Chang Jianyi to Sword King Su.

Su Dong is no longer the Su Dong he used to be, he has gained many avenues with Ye Xuan's enlightenment, and he already understands such avenues.

In fact, whether it is a piano or a sword, the key to whether it is terrible or not depends on whose hands it is used in. , can get the avenue, Qin can also kill millions of soldiers. This is true for the qin, for the flute, and for the sheng. Even if the predecessors picked flowers and flew leaves, they could destroy the country. Sword King Su said emotionally.

Sword Immortal Chang Jian breathed a long sigh of relief, and thought it was true!

"If I were those barbarians, just hearing the song of the Holy Fu, I would immediately kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and I would never be the enemy of the Holy One! It's ridiculous that among my human race, among my literary Tao, there are still so-called great Confucians who want to be enemies of the Holy and go against the sky. These people, if it weren't for the mercy of the saints, they would have died a long time ago and don't know how to die. If the saint wants to kill them, why do you need to move the people, and the fingers stroked the strings, the same is all the same!" Ji Zongyuan, the master of the academy, couldn't help but sigh a lot.

"I just want to listen to the song again. ”

"Me too. ”

"Me too!"

Gu Changqing, the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sects, said that he had won the incomparable approval of the sect masters, and he just wanted to listen to this holy qin music again.

"I'm thinking, should I also get a Qin sect in my sect. "The sect master of the Taixuantian Sect remembered that his sect had already given them many spiritual qins, and they could establish the Qin Sect, so he said this. This is not necessarily a joke, but also to recognize the charm of the piano and be tempted.

"A song, the heavens and the earth are frightened! The enemy is a million soldiers! The song of the saint! Although we are not people who play the qin, but hearing this song, it is worth this life!"

"Now to learn the piano from the saint, I'm afraid it's too late! "The people laughed at themselves, they used to underestimate the way of the harp, and now they are ashamed.

"Sister Zhiya, you are in harmony with Senior Brother Xuan's Taoist heart, can you know Senior Brother Xuan's heart?" The two senior sisters of the Water Moon Sect were also obsessed with this song and whispered to ask the elegance of Feng Zhiya, who had the opportunity to serve the saint and the merit of serving the saint, and asked her if she could feel this heart when she was in harmony with the holy Dao heart.

When it comes to serving the saints, the matter of blending with the heart of the Holy Dao, such a shy thing, Feng Zhiya is not shy, and bluntly said to the two little sisters, "When you also have the opportunity to serve the saint in the future, you will understand, the holy heart, as wide as the sea, even if we are women, there is the opportunity to serve the saint, there is the opportunity to blend with the holy heart, and the Dao heart that we can comprehend is only one of the waters of the sea of the holy heart." The heart of the monarch is still not something that you and I can comprehend. That's huge. It's not up to you or me. ”

Feng Zhiya's words were shy, but the two women did not escape, let alone deny it. Although the two of them have not yet been able to have the opportunity to serve the saint like Feng Zhiya, they do not believe a word about the feelings and perceptions that Feng Zhiya said when serving the saint and when he blends with the heart of the Holy Dao.

I am convinced of every word, and I think that every word is golden!

In their hearts, they have long thought that the heart of the monarch is holy and the sea is deep, how can they understand it thoroughly?

Being able to get fur is already an inexhaustible gift for them in their lives.

After all, that is the king, in heaven and earth, for eternity, only he can be holy.

The Sacred Heart is deeper than the sea!

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