Yuyu fairy light, the sky is full of might.

With the arrival of the ten major sects of cultivating immortals, the various sects compete to show their magical powers, sometimes wind and rain, sometimes fog and clouds, sometimes thunder and fire, and there is the manifestation of the golden lotus, the Buddha is born, and there is the green lotus sword, the sky is flying, and the sword is rushing into the night.

This is in the world of cultivating immortals also needs a thousand years to have a situation, Zhang Lan has never seen it in this life, in the world before Zhang Lan, he has already built a way, the power of science and technology is booming, although the scientific and technological power of mortals is limited, but it can also open up the cosmic path with the power of science and technology, although the monks are strong, but the number is really limited, Zhang Lan has never seen it, there are so many strong people who cultivate immortals.

These monks, if it weren't for the fact that this heaven and earth is too vast and the heaven and earth forbidden ability is too strong, I am afraid that they would have rushed out of the home planet and marched towards the eight desolations of the universe just like themselves at that time.

Perhaps, the so-called immortal cultivation realm is just a broader world above this world, and this world is only a corner of that side of the world.

Luo Yu Qiuming didn't know that Zhang Lan felt something when she looked at the powerful monk in the sky, she just gently plucked the strings in her hand, and set off sound waves from her fingertips, blowing away the surrounding clouds and mist, and startling the sea of clouds.

At this moment, the two of them were sitting on a higher ground, and although there seemed to be no one around, they were all within the scope of the Immortal Cloud Sect's residence, so they didn't have to worry about their own safety.

Although the wave of sound is strong and strong, but the string sound that comes out of the woman's fingertips is really beautiful, it can be ups and downs in the ear, and it can soothe the soul in the heart.

Looking at Luo Yu Qiuming, Zhang Lan's brows furrowed slightly.

Bell ——!

The strings broke in response, Luo Yu Qiuming stopped his hand and looked at Zhang Lan, with a little surprise in his ice eyes: "How?

"I've never heard this piece of yours, so naturally I didn't play it wrong or not, but ......"

Zhang Lan shook her head, and when Luo Yu Qiuming frowned slightly, she continued: "Your piano sound makes me feel that something is missing-"

"Bad—what?"

Luo Yu Qiuming's brows furrowed deeper, as if, for her piano sound was denied by Zhang Lan, which made her slightly angry, but she has never been good at expressing her emotions, and she is not the kind of person who is arrogant in vain, although her face is cold, but she is also a humble person, so Zhang Lan said that her piano sound is something wrong, although her first reaction is not happy, but she also wants to hear what she is missing.

"Bad ......"

Zhang Lan's brows furrowed more and more, not that he didn't want to say it, but that this feeling was quite strange, there was a kind of feeling as if he was going to think of it in the next moment, but it was blocked by a film, and he couldn't think about it thoroughly in a vague way, but he knew that there was such a thing.

"I can't say it, but I have a poem here, one of my sword tricks, you come and listen to it, perhaps, you can find something wrong yourself......"

Zhang Lan stood up, turned her back to the beautiful woman, and said slowly.

"Poetry, listen to you, your sword tricks seem to be related to poetry, the previous empty mountain autumn rain sword trick seems to be also a poem, if it weren't for the fact that you are a sword-wielding disciple of the Xianyun Sect, I would almost think ...... What kind of disciple are you from the Blue Lotus Sect......"

Luo Yu Qiuming raised the corners of her lips slightly, the so-called Fanghua is peerless, but the beauty smiled, but the only person who could have a good smile was facing away from her at the moment.

"Hehe, don't laugh at me, in this case, if the other fellow disciples hear it, then I won't be in trouble......"

Zhang Lan shook her head with a smile, and her tone gradually condensed: "Listen well!"

Luo Yu Qiuming's expression was slightly restrained, turning into the same cold color as ever, and his fingers had pressed on the strings for some time, and he gently plucked out a light trembling.

"Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains and clouds are not flowing. ”

As soon as the first line of the poem came out, Luo Yu Qiuming was already stunned, and a few string notes unconsciously popped up in his hand.

For example, the disciples of the Qinglian Sect use poetry as a sword, which is a part of the calligraphy, and Luo Yu Qiuming is to cultivate the truth with the qin, for the attainment of the qin, she has been immersed for hundreds of years, even if Zhang Lan reads a poem casually, she can also feel it, dance with the strings, and play a song.

The wind moves and the clouds move, the wind stops and the clouds stop, this should be the most subtle and mysterious of nature, but, the strings of the falling feathers and autumn chirp together, the sound of the waves, in an instant, the sound of the land for several miles, those clouds that were originally scattered and dancing because of the wind were suddenly still.

The wind was howling, but the clouds were standing still, this scene naturally attracted countless eyes, and the distance of several miles changed, even if it was far away, as long as it was not blind, the people on Tianzhu Peak could see it clearly.

"It's ...... What a master, it's really a miracle!"

There are many people present who have cultivated to the highest level, especially the ten major immortal cultivation sects have already come three or four, and their leading elders are all strong men above the upper realm, but no one is confident that they can do things that do not move the clouds.

Clouds are inherently invisible and unpredictable, so they can drive clouds into fog, make clouds run wild, and make lightning and thunder in clouds, but they can't make the clouds still.

However, at this moment, there are people who have done what they can't, which makes them not admire.

"This person ...... It seems that there are not many cultivations ......"

Those who have a keen sense will immediately notice that something is wrong.

Zhang Lan didn't know that a piece of piano music played by Luo Yu Qiuming had caused such a sensation, he just continued to read aloud:

"Jiang E is crying and the bamboo is sorrowful, and Li Pingzhong ~ the country is playing Konghou. ”

Luo Yu Qiuming is not Zhang Lan, I don't know what kind of character Li Ping is, but the artistic conception in the poem, she can deeply understand that Jiang E's cry, the sorrow of a plain woman, is not sad or resentful, real sadness and resentment, and between non-reality, there is a strong affection in it.

Bell ——!

The piano in his hand turned into a bitter tenderness, like a tear-staining tear, like a string that touches people's sorrows. Although the monks who were far away in the sky could not hear the sound of the autumn song of the falling feathers, when they looked at the sea of clouds that suddenly softened, their hearts somehow swelled with all kinds of strangeness.

"Who the hell is this girl?"

Lei Ruhuo stood among the clouds, looking at the distance, Zhang Lan was reciting poems to Luo Yu Qiuming, but she listened to the poems and played, one string and one tune, all of which have the ability to mobilize people's hearts, such a character is not a monk, which makes Lei Ruhuo unbelievable At the same time, there are also some doubts about the existence of Luo Yu Qiuming.

Where did Zhang Lan find such a woman?

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