Zheng!

The boy sat down, and the piano sounded, not lingering and sorrowful, but a golden iron horse, killing endlessly.

Fang Tong slowly closed his eyes, his fingers tapping his knees rhythmically, immersed in it.

It's his habit.

It's also his hobby.

Ordinary people hear the high generosity of the battlefield competition from this song, which is inspiring, and Fang Tong, as the king of Yingzhou, can better understand the frustration and impermanence of life.

There is a sword in the piano, and there is a piano in the sword, and the combination of the two is so harmonious that it is hard to believe your ears, this is just a solo performance of one person.

"Qing'er, your piano skills are getting more and more perfect, the old man who taught you this song, haven't you found it yet?"

After a pause, Fang Tong sighed with satisfaction and asked.

"Just as he was about to give the king, the fairy Weng appeared again, this time he taught a small new tune!"

"Oh, okay, play the new song, let the lonely one feast his ears!"

The boy replied excitedly, Fang Tong also showed joy, and put aside the boredom in his heart first.

The sound of the piano resumed, this time from intermittent to entangled, filling every inch of space in the hall, and there was an ethereal and unfathomable from infinity.

Fang Tong's brows furrowed slightly.

He didn't like the new song.

Because it seems to be close to the real and far away, the taste of independence is not suitable for the lofty ambition of cutting the land and sealing the king.

But somehow, he didn't stop playing the boy, but closed his eyes again and quietly admired.

The Houyu army is pressing, and the future of Yingzhou is uncertain, listening to the qin music at this moment is not only to empty the mind, but also a kind of tempering of the state of mind.

If his imperial ambition can't even tolerate a single song, how can he have the heart to tolerate the whole world?

"But that's it!"

Listening to this, the corners of Fang Tong's mouth already raised a disdainful arc.

He is suspicious by nature, he likes to get to the bottom of everything, his own boy ten years ago was taught a piece of piano music by an old man, and he was shocked to hear it.

But this time, the sound of the piano is a different one, and an extremely restrained emotion blooms through the well-proportioned notes, which are both soft and elegant, but also deafening, and there is an implicit exhortation.

Fang Tong thought that the pianist was loyal to the royal family, and he couldn't get used to his chaotic ministers and thieves, so he used this to persuade him.

This song does have the meaning of smiling and arrogant, drunk and beautiful, not running in the dust, and the careless and buoyant people can understand its fun, but the bird's ambition is clear, and his great cause has been completed, how can he be shaken by half a point?

"Okay, stand down, you have to ...... alone"

Zheng!

Just when Fang Tong thought that his heart was firm, he had finished combining work and rest, and was about to convene the ministers again to discuss major matters, when the sound of the piano changed, he was shocked to find that he couldn't open his eyes.

"What's going on! what's going on...... Stop!

Fang Tong roared loudly, but he was trapped in endless darkness, and in a trance, the intoxicating qin music turned into invisible tentacles, pulling him down and falling into the Nine Hells.

"Where are the rats, dare to plot lonely, don't get out yet!"

At this point, Fang Tong didn't know that he had fallen for the enemy's careful calculations, and he didn't lose his cool under the mixture of anger and anger, and his head was clear.

A colorful article was born in the brilliance that shook the void, causing the sound of Langlang books, as if countless sages were reciting poems together, illuminating the ages.

This is the original god of Confucianism and Taoism, Fang Tong once won high school, the title of the gold list, the leader, the hundred saints Qi Zhen, Wenhua resonance.

This is undoubtedly the highest glory of the literati, and Fang Tong directly promoted to his true self with this, which laid an extremely important foundation for the future return to emptiness, and moved the world.

However, Fang Tong was not satisfied with this, he actually abandoned his pen and went to the north to resist the invasion of the Great Sun, so at this moment, there were soldiers and battle flags, and the war drums were like thunder, complementing each other, constituting the magnificent power of the Yuan Shen.

Confucianism and Taoism, both civil and military, Fang Tong's combat power should not be underestimated, but it is a pity that in the sound of the piano like crying, he is in ambush on all sides, listening to the songs on all sides, and has the power to pull out the mountain, and he is still short of breath, don't kill himself......

What a pain!

The more fierce the resistance of the Yuan Shen, the higher and lower the sound of the piano, high to infinite, low and infinite, the fierce battle between the two sides is not alarmed in the outside world, only the beautiful sound of the piano surrounds the beam for three days, but Yu Fang Tong's sea of knowledge is not stingy in the life and death struggle that has no room for turning.

"How could Lone die here, the most holy robe, will write his heart, come out to help Lonely!"

Fang Tong roared loudly, the seemingly ordinary robe and the brush in his hand shone brightly, Confucianism educated the world, and the military orders of the soldiers were like mountains.

The two treasures at the pinnacle of the mystical products may not have been anything in the past, but since the birth of the Gate of Myria, there are no immortals in the world, and the spirituality hidden in them is more likely to be promoted to immortal treasures.

This kind of existence was already a killer weapon at the bottom of the box, and Fang Tong used it directly, not afraid of damaging his spirituality in the confrontation, he was already cornered.

However, this instant decision almost saved Fang Tong's life, the sound of the piano stopped, and the eyelids that were as heavy as a thousand gold finally lifted, revealing their brilliant eyes.

"Up!"

The moment he regained consciousness, Fang Tong stretched out his hand and pressed it to the ground.

As long as the formation in the palace is stimulated, he can get through this crisis, and it is impossible to confuse him with the sound of the piano in the future.

Burst!

It's a pity, just at the moment when ecstasy and ruthlessness appeared in Fang Tong's eyes, the crisp sound of breaking gold and cracking jade sounded from the back of his heart.

As the pain spread throughout his body, he turned his head with difficulty and looked behind him.

The boy who had been serving him faithfully was gone, and in his place was a beautiful red-haired woman, looking at him with a smile.

"It's worthy of being the king of Yingzhou, you have to show your true identity to solve you!"

The woman raised the corners of her mouth, and every word revealed a seductive tone, evoking the deepest pain and joy of people, and surging up unbearable injuries.

"Demon!"

Fang Tong's face changed drastically, and when he looked around, he saw that most of the guards around him had fallen silently in a pool of blood.

And those who fell were all his guards, and the ones who were still standing were the ones who made his heart sink to the bottom.

Because the gaze of those people changed from reverence and submission to exuberant relief.

When did he hide so many spies around him?

Which force has been laying out the piano sound since ten years ago and delivering a killer blow?

Call!

The answer was soon revealed, the breeze was blowing, and there was a flower in front of him, and there was already a graceful, handsome and chic man in white in the center of the hall, even if there was a faint hint of evil intent between his eyebrows, it could still make thousands of women crazy for it.

He looked down at Fang Tong, who was in hysteria with blood spraying wildly, playing with a terrifying mask in his hand that was as thin as a cicada's wings, but had no facial features, and said politely:

"Your face, I took it!"