East China Sea.

The eons are turbulent, rolling and tumbling.

There has not been a moment of silence since the day it was formed, but today it is quiet. It is like a mirror, spread in the east of the world......

At this time, not only the East China Sea was quiet, but the noisy Qincheng was also quiet.

It seems that the world is quiet.

In the piano city, both the qin artists and the literati were motionless like wood carving clay sculptures, looking at the white-clothed figure in the East China Sea in shock.

He sat there with a hanging cross-legg, as if he were sitting in a mirror.

He exudes an aura of extreme tranquility.

At this moment, even the ordinary people in Qincheng deeply felt the "quietness" of canonization, so quiet that the heavens and the earth seemed to be still.

It's eerily quiet.

They could not hear the wind, they could not hear the noise, they could not hear the roaring waves, they could not even hear the sound of their heartbeats.

Everything was quiet.

Although Qin Jun of the Jiude Hall had already vaguely guessed that it was the power of "quiet" that flattened the rolling tide of anger. However, they never thought that the "quietness" on the canonization body would be so terrifying.

This may be extremely quiet, right?

Qincheng is not without a Qinjun who has been certified by virtue of "quietness", but the Qinjun who has obtained the Qinjun with "quiet" virtue has never had such a shocking vision as canonization.

The rolling East China Sea is as quiet as a mirror.

It's terrifyingly quiet.

At this time, even the Qin King of the Wuyin Palace was shocked, because they couldn't do it at all. This may not be done by manpower......

Perhaps only Qin Shengfang can do it.

What realm of existence is the "quietness" realized by canonization?

Could it be that the canonized piano has already been sanctified?

Perhaps this can only be explained.

With the passage of time.

Not only the wind is quiet, the waves are quiet, and the people are quiet, but even people's thinking is quiet.

The world seems to stand still.

Everyone in Qincheng was motionless, and they really turned into statues, and they didn't even blink their eyelids. The leaves that had been blown off by the sea breeze and were floating in the air were now still in the air.

Heaven and earth stood still.

But at this time, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and was listening carefully to something.

In the still heaven and earth.

He faintly heard a wisp of ethereal piano sound, which seemed to come from different time and space.

"This sound ......"

Feng Qingyan listened quietly.

The sound of this piano is very ethereal, looming, and I don't know where it comes from, so that people can't judge. If it weren't for the stillness of heaven and earth, he wouldn't have been able to hear......

"It's not an illusion, it's a real piano sound......"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.

After a while, he gradually realized that only by capturing this wisp of piano sound could he prove the position of the king of the piano.

It's just that.

The sound of the piano is very ethereal, somewhat illusory, unreal, and comes from nowhere.

It seems like it's really time-traveling.

But how do you capture this sound?

Feng Qingyan listened and pondered, and was secretly surprised in his heart: "This piano sound seems to have a breath of life......

It's an amazing feeling.

It seems that only the sound played by Qin Jun will contain a faint breath of life.

The sound of this piano is very ethereal, and it is impossible to capture, let alone comprehend.

Gradually.

The sound of the piano is becoming more and more real, and the breath of life contained in it is getting stronger and stronger.

It seems to be just around the corner.

In front of him, or behind him, on the left, on the right.

"The sound of life is here......"

Feng Qingyan said softly, as if the sound of the piano was in his ears.

He didn't think much about it, he felt it with his heart.

He seemed to hear the ethereal sound of the piano, turning into a living being......

"What the hell is this?"

Feng Qingyan was puzzled.

The more he listened, the more he discovered the beauty of the sound of the piano, as if the sound of the piano was in his heart, dancing like a fairy.

Heaven and earth stand still.

He was also calm, and gradually integrated into the sound of life.

I don't know when, the sound of the piano is low and long, ethereal, and seems to have disappeared.

"This is the realm of silent music?"

Feng Qingyan muttered.

Hope.

The ultimate tranquility.

At this time, Feng Qingyan didn't play, but pale white notes appeared between his fingers, dancing like elves, floating in the calm East China Sea.

These notes are very faint and contain a faint breath of life.

Over time.

The notes are evolving, and the breath of life is getting stronger and stronger.

Ultimately.

These faint notes evolved into faint birds, as if born from the void, there are orioles, thrushes,, cuckoos, and larks......

As more and more notes are produced, more and more birds are conjured.

Circling in the East China Sea.

Chirping.

At this moment, the still heaven and earth came to life in an instant.

The people of Qincheng saw that there were countless birds in the East China Sea, big or small, gorgeous or colorful......

Every bird's song is a piano sound.

Turned into a piano song.

When everyone was stunned again, they saw countless birds worshipping, like a hundred birds facing a phoenix.

The Gentleman of the Piano.

Hundreds of birds are coming!

"A hundred birds and a phoenix?"

"A hundred birds are coming?"

The piano players in Qincheng were able to move, and they were shocked one by one.

Although they already knew that they would definitely be able to prove Qin Jun at the moment of canonization, they were still shocked by the hundred birds coming to the court in front of them.

Not every qin player can come to the court with a hundred birds when he proves the qin king!

And it is the highest honor for a hundred birds to come to the pilgrimage.

At this time, even the Qin King of the Jiude Palace, and even the Qin King of the Wuyin Palace, seemed to be envious. After all, when they were certified as Qin Jun, they did not have such a scale of hundreds of birds to come to court, or even a hundred birds to worship the phoenix......

"Haha, a hundred birds are a phoenix, a hundred birds are a phoenix!"

In a courtyard, Zi Yaqin laughed loudly, and her body trembled slightly. Although, when he proved Qin Jun, he was not a hundred birds to come to the court, but he was happy for Feng Qingyan.

The arrival of a hundred birds may be the honor of one person to flatten the East China Sea.

"Ahhh

"Senior brother has won the position of Qin Jun with a hundred birds and a phoenix!"

"Senior brother is so terrifying!"

At this moment, the pianists of the Fengming Qin Club were excited.

From today on, the Fengming Qin Society of the Burial Mountain Academy can be regarded as worthy of its reputation......

"He comes to the court every day, and his song moves the world. ”

Mu Yu looked at Feng Qingyan and said lightly.

Can't help but rejoice!

At this time, there are countless beautiful birds in the East China Sea, and their chirping turns into a beautiful piano song, which makes everyone feel comfortable and pleasant, as if they have eaten the elixir.

And Feng Qingyan also opened his eyes and stood up.

But at this moment, an old legend appeared in his mind:

There was once a person in heaven and earth, with superior combat power, and his weapon was a harp, and when he was happy, the sky was clear, and when he was sad, the sun and the moon were dark. His lyre has fifty strings, and each time he plays one, the power is doubled, and when fifty strings are played in unison, everything withers away, and heaven and earth return to chaos......

This piano is called the prince's long qin.

He looked at the hanging cliff under Qincheng, closed his eyes for a moment, and then said softly: "I understand." ”

When he finished speaking, Donghai returned to its original state with a "boom".

The waves are rolling!

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