After a long drought, there will be rain, and the empire, which has been calm for hundreds of years, set off a storm on this day.

The Holy Son of the Holy Fire Temple died, Huo Yan died, and Wen Qiange, who was invincible in the Dao realm, was injured and went into hiding.

What has happened lately is simply appalling.

What's even more unbelievable is that the demon powerhouse who showed his strong strength actually came for a young man?

The city is full of wind and rain, making the people panic, the three major forces in the imperial city are closed to themselves, the strong people of the royal family are waiting for the day, and the streets that are full of people suddenly become deserted.

However, the source of all this points to one person.

It is rumored that he is a disciple of Qin Gongzi, a hundred steps from the mountaineering gate without falling, the first in the Wanhua Festival, with terrible talents, and he is even more unique in terms of understanding.

In this way, Lin Zixuan's name once again moved the world.

The road is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, compared to the younger generations of Fenghua, the battle at the Fengyun Night Banquet shocked many strong people, what kind of existence can cast that kind of terrifying spell?

It is as if a single thought can bury sentient beings.

Black clouds overwhelm the city, and the world understands that an era of peace and tranquility has passed, and that it will not be long before a real storm will sweep through the empire.

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Tengahara Academy, the top of the Purple Peak.

The ethereal clouds and smoke are flickering far and near, if they are about to leave, vaguely, as if there are layers of light veil shrouded in a temple.

Everyone looked up with solemn expressions, and among them, a young man with a majestic instrument shook his folding fan lightly, his eyes were attentive, staring at the area, and his face was very awe-struck.

The ancient palace exudes an aura of mystery, and several statues of exotic beasts stand in front of the main hall.

"Bell ......"

The sonorous bell rang, and an incomparably terrifying sound wave swept out, sweeping in front of the palace, causing everyone who was standing to stagger.

"Enter." The cold and majestic voice immediately appeared, and everyone was happy, and then an unpredictable force suddenly appeared in the vast heaven and earth.

I saw a statue, as if it had come to life, its mouth spit out a bright light, as if communicating heaven and earth, opening up a purple portal in the void, everyone stared at it, and stepped into it one after another, only the prince's eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something......

Zifeng Xingluo Palace, is the residence of the dean Xiao Yunshan, it is rumored that the Xingluo Hall is all-encompassing, whenever the moon is full, above the main hall, there are stars falling, starlight is all over the sky.

What's even more mysterious is that when the astrolabe rotates, there will be a vast coercion between heaven and earth that will envelop all parts of Zifeng, and everyone will see a vague fairy shadow, which is extremely gorgeous in the haze.

No one knows why, only that practicing under the stars on this day will get twice the result with half the effort.

At this time, there was a figure in the Star Luo Hall sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and resting.

An illusion appeared around him, and countless terrifying dark rays of light pierced down, slashing at the creeping true dragon, and the huge holy beast's flesh and blood were blurred, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Senior brother." Wen Qiange walked straight with the crown prince, Xiao Yunshan's eyes opened, and he looked at the person who came, with a solemn expression.

"There will be a catastrophe for the royal family." Xiao Yunshan opened his mouth and said, "Yingfu guards his heart. ”

Wen Qiange suddenly became extremely heavy, "Is there a solution?" ”

Xiao Yunshan shook his head: "Three stars and one line, for the misfortune of Yin Jiu, the luck of the royal family has been exhausted, I have exhausted my life's strength, deduced by astrology, but no matter what, I can't change the ending of the hexagram, this storm is inevitable, whether the royal family is born or destroyed in the catastrophe depends on itself." ”

"Could it be something to do with the devil?" Wen Qiange's eyes flashed, and he guessed.

"No, the catastrophe of the Heavenly Yuan Sect is just an intensification of the internal shield." Speaking of this, his eyes were gloomy and he thought of someone.

"The master is pedantic, and it is difficult to take on great responsibilities." Wen Qiange flashed a sharp edge, when the two of them worshipped him as a teacher, humbly sought the Tao, how deep the relationship was, but after all, they still disagreed and parted ways.

"That little guy is alright." Xiao Yunshan sighed, when he came to the rescue, he thought he would die, but he didn't expect to survive in the catastrophe, what a miracle.

"This son is very talented, but there are some secrets in him that even I can't see." Wen Qiange spoke, his eyes were gloomy, and this catastrophe still couldn't be avoided.

"The prince is also a dragon among men." Xiao Yunshan looked at the elegant young man with some appreciation in his eyes.

"Sir, I'm wrong, there are people outside the world, I'm just a genius in a corner, it's nothing." The prince replied with a salute.

Xiao Yunshan waved his hand and didn't say anything more.

"On the day the palace is robbed, I will take action." After a moment of contemplation, Xiao Yunshan spoke.

"Thank you, brother." Wen Qiange thanked him and took the prince down the mountain.

……

In a garden in Xuefeng, a dusty man plucked the strings with his fingertips, and the sound of the piano poured out, which seemed to be able to make people's mood peaceful and peaceful.

"Willing to come back?" The man in white was fluttering, his voice was very soft, and there was a bit of relief in his anger.

"The two-year period has arrived, and the disciple lives up to the expectations of the master." Lin Zixuan bowed forward, looking at the figure, he had always been strong, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

"Men don't flick when they have tears, you have to remember that no matter when, you must be pampered and not surprised, and don't be overjoyed." The man from the dust criticized.

Next to the guqin, the qin Yuchen is dressed in white, with an outstanding temperament, and the jade tree is in the wind.

"Come, let me see if your piano skills have improved in the past two years?" The three fingers of the piano boy slid through the strings, and the melodious music slowly came out.

Lin Zixuan stared at him, his clean eyes showed a smile, and he slowly spoke: "Please ask the master for advice." ”

Lin Zixuan put Fu Xiqin in front of him, sat down cross-legged, his fingertips plucked, the strings trembled, and the music was endless.

The sound of the piano is tactful, making people seem to integrate into that artistic conception, the young man is lonely, not liked by outsiders, alone, and incompatible with the world.

The notes beat, the sound of the piano becomes sharp, and the low music gradually becomes cheerful, like a passionate movement, with the feeling of rising clouds.

Although it is useless to sink and bury, it can still be angry at night, and the young man emerges, climbs the mountain gate, worships famous teachers, is not afraid of life and death, and competes with the sky.

The sound of the piano gradually became high-pitched, and one after another notes broke out of the air, like a dusk drum and morning bell, resounding in the sky, as if there was a magnificent picture scroll between heaven and earth slowly unfolding.

The young man spreads his wings like a Kunpeng, wraps himself in grain and rides a horse, sweeps the enemy in the army, Wanhua Festival, how many romantic characters, all of them are impressed in front of him, and the young man becomes arrogant and wants to compete with the heavens.

The fingertips turned, the piano trembled, and the dancing melody was like a heroic practice song, exciting, and everyone seemed to witness a young man with strong ambitions, stepping on mountains and rivers, and fighting the end of the world.

Qin Gongzi's eyes narrowed, and his heart was turbulent, he didn't expect that this son's talent was so bewitching, and his piano sound attainment was so high.

"Is there a follow-up to this song?" Qin Gongzi couldn't help but ask, he thought that this passionate and magnificent sound should be more than that.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Lin Zixuan smiled embarrassedly, this song was inspired by him, telling his past, as for the future, it is still far away.

"Good, too rigid and easy to break, too soft is beautiful, on the way of cultivation, remember to combine rigidity and softness, and the same is true of the piano sound."

Lin Zixuan was thoughtful, the sound of the piano was high-pitched and intense, tactful and sluggish, and only when it was both raised and frustrated could it become an eternal movement.

Qin Gongzi nodded, he looked at the sunset in the sky, there was some sadness in his eyes, in recent days, the academy has become nervous and flustered, even he feels unstable, this world, is it about to change?

In the year of calamity, the empire is really as predicted by the heavens, there will be an end coming, and when the time comes, how can they, the elder teachers, deal with it calmly?