In the Confucian classic "Music" played by Lin Junxuan, the ancient sage Supreme True Demon Gang provided music to sacrifice the dead, called "Nine Moves". Nine is the extreme, and if you exceed nine, you will lose. "Zhao" means to summon and appease the soul of the deceased.

At the beginning, Lin Junxuan was still a little jerky, but soon entered the best realm, and the fingering techniques recorded in "Music" such as picking, wiping, ticking, and hooking were used freely at Lin Junxuan's fingertips.

"Nine Moves" contains a soothing power. It can't help but be quiet, and the soul returns to calm and peace. In front of the tombstone, his head rubbed against the tombstone over and over again, and the little snow fox who was whispering stopped at the sound of the piano, gradually quieted down, and lay on it, silently looking at Lin Junxuan's back. Under the cypress. Weiwei leaned against the tree, her blue skirt fluttering in the wind, and in three years, she became more agile and beautiful.

The "Nine Moves" composed by the ancient sages was bright and grand, and Lin Xuanjun was unconsciously immersed in the sound of the piano. However, Lin Xuanjun always felt that there was something wrong with the sound of the piano, and the spirit could not be fully integrated into the music.

"Every sound arises from the heart of man. The movement of the human heart is also made by things. Feeling and moving in things, so the form is in sound. sound correspondingly. Change; It becomes a square, and it is called the sound. Compare the music and enjoy it, and dry Qi Yuxuan, it is called the music......"

Unconsciously, the clear sentence at the beginning of "Music" came to mind again.

"Happiness is the cure of the heart......" Lin Xuanjun muttered in his heart, and suddenly, a sentence he had heard before suddenly came to mind, and the voice was loud and mighty:

"The sound of the big voice, the elephant is invisible......"

"Buzz!"

Lin Xuanjun suddenly pressed his fingers, and the five strings stopped. All the sounds were gone. Snow Fox and Wei Wei came back to their senses and looked at Lin Xuanjun in surprise. I saw Lin Xuanjun closing his cigarette, not knowing what he was thinking. In just a short moment, Lin Xuanjun opened his eyes again, and the next moment, the ten fingers that were on the strings were violently pulled at the same time.

"Buzz ......"

This sound is like a flood bell Da Lu, as if Lin Junxuan's hand is not plucking a guqin, but a row of bronze bells. The loud voice roared like thunder, roaring in all directions. The moment the voice sounded. Lin Junxuan only felt that every inch of his skin trembled. The whole soul seemed to turn into flowing water, flowing from the fingertips, merging with the sound of the piano bursting from the fingertips, flowing out in all directions............

"Shasha!-" Cangsong Gubai moved in response, and Lin Junxuan's soul expanded infinitely along the sound of the piano at this moment, expanding towards the void on all sides. It was an amazing feeling. Lin Junxuan's thinking seemed to pass through time and space. I felt the empty and distant state of mind of the ancient sage.

Hearing this loud voice, the little fox and Wei Wei only felt a breeze blowing through their souls. It's very refreshing. It seems that some impurities in the soul are also filtered by the music.

What Lin Junxuan did was the orthodox "Eight Hundreds". "Eight Hundred" was written by a Gu sage who was an emperor, and this sound was used to cultivate the emperor's mind and heart. Later, the humanitarian diversion became an imperial pleasure that only secular emperors could hear. Legend has it that in ancient times, a prince played "Eight Hundreds" in his own home, and was finally exterminated. The original intention of the composition of "Eight Hundred" was to influence the emperors of the world with the mind of a sage. So that they can manage the world correctly. But later it became a symbol of the emperor, which was also unimagined by the ancient sages at the beginning of their composition.

"Eight Hundreds" can only be heard by emperors, and Confucianism records it in its own classics, not for its own listening. Rather, it was used to play for the royal family and please the emperor. However, most of the "Music" that circulated in time later deleted "Eight Hundred", for fear of violating the taboo of the imperial family. I don't know where Songyu got such a complete book.

The taboo of mortals does not exist for cultivators at all. "Eight Hundreds" is not heard by ordinary people and even princes, but cultivators do not have this taboo.

The piano sounded, and the score of "Eight Hundred" naturally floated to the heart and flowed to the bottom of the fingers. Lin Junxuan's mind was blank, as if it had turned into an empty and peaceful place outside the world, carefree and joyless, no sorrow and no injury, only the mercury-like spiritual power was integrated into the sound of the piano, stretching out in all directions. Lin Junxuan could feel that an invisible force was pouring into his soul from all directions, and these powers were like nourishment for the grass and trees, making his spiritual power continue to grow in the sound of the piano.

"Ahh

"Ahh Lin Junxuan put down the guqin and turned around, only to see the little snow fox trembling all over, as if he was enduring great pain.

Lin Junxuan hurriedly walked over and squatted down: "What's wrong?" Under Gu Baixia, Wei Wei also noticed the scene on the mountain, her expression tightened, and the Supreme True Demon helped Wei Wei to jump, turned into a blue light and shadow and flew forward, landed next to the snow fox, and said with concern: "Senior brother, the Supreme True Demon is beating by hand, what's wrong with the little snow fox?"

"Hmm," the little snow fox's body trembled more and more, and suddenly, a black breath of supreme true demon breath erupted from under her fur, and the black smoke condensed but did not disperse, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a black cloud that wrapped its body.

Seeing this black cloud, Lin Junxuan thought in his heart: "I'm afraid it's something mutated." ”

"Snort!" first-class blood light burst out from the black clouds, and after the blood light, a ** little tail stretched out, just showed its face, and shrank back.

"Ahh

Soon, the rolling black clouds submerged into the little snow fox's body, and in front of the tombstone, the little snow fox grew up, and its fur was smoother, with a mercury-like luster. It curled up, buried its tail under it, and lowered its head, not daring to look at the two.

"Hee-hee, it's shy," Vivi chuckled, holding out a hand, "You've got a new long tail, aren't you?" ”

The little snow fox twisted her body and pointed her head at this Wei Wei again. still hid its tail under its body, but when it moved, Lin Junxuan clearly saw that between the two snow-white fox tails, another much shorter tail flashed and buried it under his body.

Lin Junxuan realized in his heart, it seems that the little snow fox has really grown a third tail. It evolved. In the past three years, when Lin Junxuan practiced the "Star Qi Receiving Technique", the little snow fox would stay by his side. Follow and absorb the power of the stars outside Lin Junxuan's body. When Lin Junxuan cultivated the 'Star Qi Receiving Technique', the weather was so spectacular, and the little snow fox absorbed it for ten days by the side was enough to resist the amount of weather vitality it had absorbed in the wild for ten years in the past. After absorbing the aura for so long, the little snow fox still hasn't changed, and Lin Junxuan has long felt strange.

"It should be the reason why I played "Eight Hundred" just now, "Eight Hundred" can wash away the impurities in the soul. Helps the soul grow. After hearing this Gu Yue, the snow fox's soul was much purer, and the vitality of heaven and earth that it had absorbed for three years changed, helping it grow a third tail!" "For the fox clan, Lin Junxuan also knows a little bit, they are distinguished by the number of fox tails grown, the more fox tails there are, the more complete the evolution. The five tails of the fox clan can transform into shapes, the seven tails can enter the 'dragon and tiger period', and the nine tails are already the 'realm of heaven and man'. It's called the 'Nine-Tailed Sky Fox'!

"Okay, if it doesn't want to, don't force it," Lin Junxuan smiled indifferently and looked at Wei Wei: "Sister Wei Wei." You haven't told me yet, how did you end up here?"

"In the evening, I went to see my father. Passing by your room, I stopped by to see you. I didn't expect your room to be empty, there was dinner on the table, and I didn't move, I thought about it, since you weren't in the room, it could only be in Xiaoshan. Wei Wei smiled, and the bamboo basket in the crook of his arm was relaxed: "I know you haven't eaten, so I specially made some dishes for you to eat." Who knew that I just heard you play the guqin, and my consciousness was forgotten. At this point, the food is cold. ”

"Sister Weiwei, thank you. Lin Junxuan took the bamboo basket road.

"Who called you my brother?!...... Wait, the rice is cold. I also ate it, and the Supreme True Demon Hand provided me with a hot hand to bring it back to the mountain, and then bring it to you. Vivi said as she took the basket back.

"No need, we cultivators still care about anything cold or hot, and it just so happens that it hasn't eaten anything. ”

Seeing Lin Junxuan snatching the bamboo basket again, Wei Wei didn't insist anymore: "However, then again." Little brother, your guqin is really good, at the beginning, I listened to you play very jerky, and I just wanted to laugh at you. I didn't expect you to play so well in a while, even I couldn't help but be fascinated by it. By the way, what's that fun? ”

"That's called 'Eight Hundreds', the joy of the sages. Lin Junxuan replied, turned around, and beckoned to the supreme true demon bar Xiao Xuehu: "Don't be shy, it's a good thing to open your tail, don't be afraid." Taking out a portion of food from the box, Lin Junxuan put it beside him.

In front of the tombstone, although the little snow fox was still a little twisted, he finally walked over.