Chapter 54: The Boya Piano Master

It has already been three poles in the morning, and the door of the Condor Workshop is still tightly closed, and there is no sign of opening.

Xiao Shi opened his drunken eyes, and everything that happened last night was vividly remembered by him.

"It's a pity that a jar of good wine! I'm so cowardly, as soon as I take out the good wine, I get drunk, it's so cheap my cheap big brother!"

Thinking of this, Xiao Shi remembered Liu Suifeng, looked around blankly, and found that Liu Suifeng was sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away.

As soon as he saw Liu Suifeng, Xiao Shi's eyes immediately widened, and he couldn't believe that what he saw was real.

The clothes on Liu Suifeng's body disappeared, and his whole body was full of fiery red colors, wisps of flames, walking under his skin, constantly scurrying east and west, jumping up and down.

The firelight flickered on Liu Suifeng's body, and Liu Suifeng closed his eyes and was expressionless.

Xiao Shi looked around again, and found that Cai'er was not present, although he was a little worried about Cai'er, but in Xiao Shi's heart, there was also a difference in priority, seeing Liu Suifeng like this, Xiao Shi really didn't know what to do, just walked around in a hurry.

Liu Suifeng could hear the sound of the little stone waking up, but he couldn't open his eyes, he felt that he had no strength in his body, and a big battle was going on in his body.

One side of the Great War is the seedlings of fine wine based on the stomach, and the other side of the Great War is the light of the stars and the moon based on the dantian.

Liu Suifeng will spend a long night tonight, the nerves of the whole person dare not relax a little, and he is a little helpless when he sees the fire in his stomach spreading inside his body.

Of course, Liu Suifeng also knew that the fire of these fine wines was beneficial to him and harmless, what made him anxious was that he couldn't move now, but what should he do?

Just when he was at a loss, Liu Suifeng suddenly remembered the game with Mu Jiexiong, and his heart suddenly brightened.

Liu followed the wind to bring out all the light of the stars and moon in the dantian and accumulated them in one place.

The light source of the stars and the moon seemed to be endless, and it took half a day for Liu Suifeng to hollow out his dantian.

The light of the stars and the moon was distributed around the dantian, shining with a strange light, and the troops were arranged.

Then, Liu Suifeng mobilized the flames in his body and let them all enter the dantian.

This process is painful, the dantian is the key point of the monk, and the flame and the dantian need a process of fusion.

When all the flames entered the dantian, half a day disappeared again, and the moon and stars climbed into the sky again, shining on the earth, through the crack in the door of the Condor Workshop, also shining on the willow with the wind, shining on the body of the willow with the wind, shining on the dantian with the willow with the wind.

At this moment, Liu Suifeng's face finally showed a decisive color, and the light of the stars and moon scattered around the dantian was poured into his dantian in one go.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Suifeng's face showed a look of shock.

The reason for this is that he saw the unbelievable.

When the light of the stars and the moon entered the dantian, as soon as it encountered the fire of fine wine, it turned into nothing, and even the flame disappeared with a pop in the blink of an eye.

Like a chemical reaction, the light of the stars and the moon and the fire of fine wine, in the dantian of willow and wind, collided with each other and turned into nothingness.

Liu Suifeng's consciousness could fully feel this change, but despite all his efforts, he still couldn't figure out what the light of the stars and the moon and the fire of fine wine were generated.

Thinking of this, Liu Suifeng couldn't help but be a little panicked, the light of the stars and the moon and the fire of fine wine have infinite benefits for his body, although they have a conflict for a while, but for Liu Suifeng, he still doesn't want to lose them, after all, they are still extremely useful to him at many critical moments.

Just when Liu Suifeng was secretly insensitive, and even a little annoyed, just like last night, in front of Feng Linglang's window, Hu Xianxian, who was standing, held the Demon Ancestor Order in her hand, her eyes flashed with firmness, and she said to the unconscious Feng Linglang: "Ling Lang, don't worry, I will definitely wake you up!"

Hu Xianxian walked to the square table, blew out the red candle, and finally walked out of the mansion slowly.

Demon world, peony city, palace, piano room.

Wang Boya is a thin-looking old man, with skin and bones, and deep-set eye sockets, giving people a sense of imminent death. In front of him, there was a lyre. Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, civil and military, the seven strings on the body of the piano are full of light, tension and beauty.

With his hands spread evenly on both ends of the seven strings, Wang Boya closed his eyes and felt the rhythm of the seven strings with his heart.

After a moment, Wang Boya raised his hand and gently plucked the seven strings on the body of the piano in turn.

The golden strings are golden, the wooden strings are green, the water strings are waves, the fire strings are on fire, the earth strings are dusty, the literary strings are written, and the martial strings are playing with swords.

Wang Boya just flicked the seven strings one by one, and there was a strange vision in the piano room.

After trying the strings, Wang Boya opened his eyes and gently flicked his hands on the strings.

Wang Boya's expression was engrossed, and he devoted himself to playing with his body and mind. After a while, the air around him suddenly fluctuated. Immediately afterward, this fluctuation became more obvious, and wisps of color, from the strings of the lyre, slowly converged towards the void.

A trace of color, as thin as a gossamer, if there is nothing, bent, circling, entangled, and flying into the void in front of Wang Boya.

The colors of the group began to condense in the void, and their respective colors kept swimming in them, like fish in the water, which looked particularly pleasant.

More and more colors became thick into colored ink, floating in the void, rippling, dancing.

Wang Boya's hands waved more eagerly, like a torrential rain falling on the water, waving freely on the strings in no particular order. In the end, Wang Boya's hands were so fast that he couldn't even see the shadow of his hand, and could only see a chaotic wind, jumping and moving on the lyre.

All kinds of colors in the void rushed out from the lyre, and with the dance of Wang Boya's fingers, they quickly changed shapes.

At this moment, Wang Boya's fingers were almost to the extreme, all his ten fingers were raised, and then fell fiercely, the hand shadow flashed, and the lyre made a sound to curb the clouds.

At the same time, the colors in the void were suddenly chaotic and suddenly fixed.

After the color was set, Hu Xianxian's shyness of biting the plum branch appeared in the void.

Wang Boya actually used the strings as the pen and the void as the paper, and engraved the portrait of Hu Xianxian in the void.

Just when Hu Xianxian's portrait was formed, Hu Xianxian outside the palace, her figure flickered, and then disappeared, and when she reappeared, she had become one with the portrait, standing in front of Wang Boya, looking at Wang Boya expressionlessly.