Wang Ping is an ice and fire body, born to restrain any special physique, as long as the distance is close enough, there will be a subtle induction between the two, Wang Ping also knows that he can't hide Luo Wuxie, since he entered the flower hall, he may have a sense, although he has changed the origin, but he dares to change this bloodline thing.

However, Luo Wuxian surprisingly did not expose him, but cooperated with Wang Ping to continue the play, and he didn't know the whole Yangcheng, and his acting skills can be called powerful.

"This little friend is called Lingbao Daoist, is a person in the Daomen, and is also the ancestor of the Shi clan, proficient in the art of arguing stones, this time we have a small gathering, by the way, we invited Lingbao Daoist friends to come to know you, and we will be friends in the future."

Although Zhan Yunxiao of the Zhan Clan was very arrogant, he also knew what it meant to be an ancestor of the earth, and he introduced it to Luo Wuxian with a smile, which could be regarded as helping Wang Ping relieve the siege.

"That's right, everyone lives in this world, and we will have a long time together in the future, I hope everyone can help each other."

This sentence is a bit false, everyone knows that in the future, everyone will definitely fight to the death on the road to supremacy, and helping each other is just a nice word.

"I didn't expect it to be the heir of the Earth Ancestor, it's really disrespectful, although our barbarians are in the Southern Regions, but they also know the prestige of the Earth Ancestor, wait for me to punish myself, it can be regarded as a reparation to Lingbao Daoyou."

Luo Wuxian is very single, he has obviously recognized Wang Ping's identity, but he has not exposed it in public, saving enough face for Wang Ping, Wang Ping also knows that sooner or later the two will meet again, and the time will definitely not be too long, and he is still very grateful for being able to keep it a secret for himself.

The friendship between the two can be called a fight, the last time they fought in the mysterious space, but the two of them cherish each other, and the two can definitely be regarded as the same kind of people in terms of personality.

The holy sons drank tea and chatted together, Gu Miaoyun sat on the accompanying seat, and a group of beautiful women offered fragrant tea to everyone, burned a furnace of incense, and the cigarettes curled.

Gu Miaoyun gently plucked the strings, and the notes beat and flowed out of his fingertips, giving people a sense of tranquility.

Wang Ping was immediately impressed by this kind of piano sound, if you want to listen to the piano, Yun Yifei's piano sound can be called a must, attracting hundreds of birds to contend, but in the piano art, Gu Miaoyun is obviously better than Yun Yifei, and there seems to be a rhyme in the piano sound.

At this moment, everyone was not tasting tea, quietly closing their eyes, immersed in the sound of the piano that can purify people's hearts, even Wang Ping was no exception.

In the past, Wang Ping felt that music was just something for people to cultivate their sentiments, but since he saw Yun Yifei's killing piano sound, Wang Ping believed that the song in kung fu was broken, and there was really a kung fu to find a soulmate at the end of the world.

However, at this time, he has a deeper feeling for music, which is actually a kind of Tao, and can also be turned into a way of cultivation, each note is like a hand caressing the soul, warm and gentle.

The empty valley was full of spirits, and Wang Ping's state of mind was purified and biochemical, and he felt that killing and conquering was not actually the ultimate goal of cultivation, and even immortality was abandoned at this moment.

Wang Ping couldn't help but think of home, his parents and siblings, his own women in Shangqingling, and the eager gaze.

Slowly, tears rolled down from Wang Ping's eyes, and this kind of piano sound can be said to touch the softest place in people's hearts, which makes people feel deeply.

Even Wang Ping thought of Lan Lan and Xiaocao, this lonely little girl, Wang Ping treated her like his own sister.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano gradually changed from gentle to excited, and one note after another became like a war drum on the battlefield, Wang Ping felt that this feeling was like a general's order, and the stormy notes ignited a man's deep passion and desire to conquer, and became high in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound gradually became inaudible, as if it came from the sky, and you had to listen carefully to hear it.

Gradually, the sound faded out of everyone's hearing, but many people were reluctant to wake up from that artistic conception, and they were going around the beam for three days, until the sound disappeared completely, and everyone was still unsatisfied.

Wang Ping and Li Huaishui were the first to open their eyes, but they were still very confused, as if they were still intoxicated by that kind of music.

"Ding!"

Gu Miaoyun winked at Wang Ping mischievously, and then plucked her fingers, and the guqin made a crisp sound, and then plucked it twice, which was clearly the word Wang Ping.

Wang Ping was startled, suddenly came to his senses, and looked at Gu Miaoyun, who smiled mischievously and winked narrowly, indicating that he had long known Wang Ping's identity but didn't say it.

Wang Ping sweated profusely, it seems that his disguise technique is still not at home, but he didn't expect that even Gu Miaoyun, who had only been seen for a few days, had discovered it, and acquaintances seemed to be unable to hide it.

"Fairy Miaoyun is really unparalleled in Zheng art, Zhan Yunxiao admires!"

"This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can I hear it in the world! The ancients did not deceive me. ”

"The Gu Immortals are both unique in color and art, no wonder they have fascinated many Holy Sons!"

Everyone was talking, but the last sentence was said by Li Huaishui, which immediately attracted the eyes of all the holy sons, what does this mean? Are we all disciples?

However, in front of Gu Miaoyun, no one refused to lose his identity, so he could only roll his eyes at him.

Li Huaishui didn't care, he himself had already taken advantage of Gu Miaoyun in words, and he just laughed and gave up.

For Gu Miaoyun's piano skills, no one does not admire, as the future master of Shuiyue Xiaozhu, he really has the capital to compete with the holy sons.

After waking up from the sound of the piano, everyone was silent for a while, and then began to chat, all kinds of allusions to the Holy Son came easily, and in general the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.

The consumption in the Water Moon Palace is very high, and ordinary people can't afford it at all, but there is a big sect behind these holy sons who are supporting it, and they don't pay attention to this consumption.

Wang Ping had just made a lot of money in the gambling stone workshop of the Yin Yang Sect, and naturally he didn't care about this little money, but these holy sons deliberately made friends, so naturally they wouldn't let him pay, and this meal could be said to be quite worthwhile.

Through this meal, Wang Ping also had a general understanding of the strength of these holy sons, although these holy sons saw that the realm was in the Yuanying realm, but they had their own means, and even the elders of the refining void realm were not necessarily their opponents when it came to fighting.

Every Holy Son is unique, both in terms of physique and secret arts, far beyond normal people, everyone is a genius among geniuses, and a demon among demons.

But among these people, Lingxuzi is the most unfathomable, Wang Ping can't see through his cultivation at all, not even the divine eye, and he is also light-hearted, looking approachable and tepid, as if nothing can make him anxious.