"Where?"

Xiao Yun listened, instinctively a little guarded, feeling a little abnormal, Peng Wanli said that he would come to popularize the four abysses to himself in the evening, and then show himself the way, why did he take himself to where again.

Peng Wanli also saw Xiao Yun's defense, and said, "Don't be afraid, the family teacher has just come out, and he said that he wants to see you." ”

"Your master?"

Xiao Yun was stunned, the master in Peng Wanli's mouth, isn't that the master of the music god in Xuanyuan Gate?

"Let's go!" Peng Wanli said, turning around and walking outside the house.

Xiao Yun hesitated for a moment and followed out.

"Senior, what is the Lingshi looking for me for?" Xiao Yun asked in a hurry in the rain.

Peng Wanli shook his head, "Master, what does the old man think, how do I know, don't worry, it won't be unfavorable to you, when you meet the master, you will naturally know, maybe you just want to ask about the outside world." ”

Xiao Yun bowed slightly, he didn't think there would be any malice, he was new to the city, but there was nothing worth plotting against others, even if this Xuanyuan Gate was a den of thieves, if he really wanted to be unfavorable to him, he didn't have to spend so much time, but this Peng Wanli in front of him, Xiao Yun was not an opponent, let alone a god of music?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yun temporarily put his mind at ease, and followed Peng Wanli to leave Danzhu Peak and go to Shunyuan Peak.

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There are five palaces in Shunyuan Peak.

The main hall is the Xuanyuan Palace, the place where the door master deliberates, on the square in front of the hall, a huge emperor stone carving stands with a sword, it looks very shocking, quite a bit of the majesty of the saint.

Peng Wanli took Xiao Yun into the mountain gate and went around from the Xuanyuan Hall to the back of the hall. Walk through Emperor Shun Palace and Panwang Palace. Walked for a long time. Only then did I come to the Nine Old Forests in the back mountain, in front of a somewhat remote palace.

Guro Palace.

The Nine Old Palace is divided into nine places, it is said that when the Xuanyuan Gate was established, there were nine Le Shen ancestors, after the establishment of the school, they practiced in this place, and since then this forest has been called the Nine Old Forest, and the palace is called the Nine Old Palace.

The years have changed, and the nine ancestors of the music gods are long gone. However, this Nine Old Palace is still preserved and has become a retreat for the predecessors of the gate.

Now there are a few people living in this Nine Old Palace, but it is difficult for the outside world to know, Xiao Yun, a newcomer, of course, is impossible to know, but there is at least one person living in this palace, that is Peng Wanli's master, the previous generation of Xuanyuan Sect master Donghua Zhenren.

Over tens of thousands of years. After countless repairs, the Nine Old Palace is still as good as it was when it was first established. But its desolate and ancient integration is incomparably awe-inspiring.

Entering the Nine Old Palace, Peng Wanli led Xiao Yun through a long corridor and came to a tall wooden door.

There were two lanterns hanging by the door, and under the trembling firelight, the door was hidden, and before the two approached, they heard the door creak, and an old man in purple clothes walked out of the house.

"Senior brother!" Peng Wanli bowed.

The purple-clothed old man bowed slightly, and his eyes immediately fell on Xiao Yun's body, "This is Xiao Xiaoyou, right?"

Peng Wanli nodded and said to Xiao Yun, "This is my Xuanyuan Sect Master, Zhang Wanzhou, Zhang Zhenren." ”

"Junior, Xiao Yun, I've seen Senior Zhang!"

Xiao Yun was busy with the ceremony, this old man looked like he was too old to be decrepit, but his spirit was very strong, and his bearing was beyond the reach of ordinary people, Xiao Yun couldn't see his depth clearly, he thought that this old man was Peng Wanli's master, but he didn't expect that he was just a senior brother, and he was also the master of Xuanyuan Gate.

"Shizun is waiting for you inside, you can go in!" Zhang Wanzhou said.

Xiao Yun was stunned, "I'm the only one to go in?"

Zhang Wanzhou nodded silently.

Turning his head to look at Peng Wanli, and then turning to look at Zhang Wanzhou, Xiao Yun was worried again, what the hell is this doing?

"Let's get in quickly. Peng Wanli said to Xiao Yun.

Urged by Peng Wanli, Xiao Yun hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his legs and walked towards the dark gate.

A strange world, a strange place, a strange person suddenly wants to see him, which makes Xiao Yun very worried, and he can't help but be defensive in his heart, but from the time he came to Jiuzhi Mountain to the present, he has not felt malice from Peng Wanli and others, so he had to come in hard.

Deserted!

Walking into the door, Xiao Yun only felt a little cold, the light was not bright, slightly dark, there was a high step in front of him, and above the high step, there was an old man sitting cross-legged.

White eyebrows and white beard, white hair and white clothes, closed eyes and lowered eyes, like an old monk sitting still, motionless, if it wasn't for the naked eye, even Xiao Yun couldn't feel any breath on him, more like a statue.

There were two red candles lit on the candlestick next to him, and the candle flame jumped like soybeans, making the shadow of the old man constantly tremble on the portrait of the emperor on the wall behind him, and the atmosphere in the room was a little stagnant, making Xiao Yun feel an inexplicable sense of tension.

"Boom!"

The door behind him suddenly closed, almost didn't startle Xiao Yun's heart out, in such a quiet environment, such a voice suddenly came out, the key is that Xiao Yun is still nervous, can it not be scary?

Looking back, the door was closed, needless to say, it must have been closed by Peng Wanli.

Looking up at the old man on the stone steps, the old man did not move, and he did not know whether he was dead or asleep.

Maybe this is the style of a master, in front of the little people, there is always something to put on a score!" Xiao Yun shook his head secretly in his heart and walked straight over.

"Junior, Xiao Yun, meet the seniors. Standing at the foot of the high stairs, Xiao Yun bowed and saluted.

For a long time, there was no response.

"Junior, Xiao Yun, meet the senior!" Xiao Yun had to raise his voice by a few decibels.

For a long time, there was still no response.

Xiao Yun was speechless, this master is too capable of pretending, right?

Could it be dead?

It wasn't too far away, and he couldn't feel half of the anger in the old man's body, a thought flashed through Xiao Yun's mind, and he tentatively walked up the upper steps.

One step, two steps, the old man didn't react.

Until Xiao Yun walked in front of the old man, and didn't see the old man wake up, Xiao Yun swallowed his saliva and leaned over, "Senior?"

Still no response!

Xiao Yun was stunned, this old man called himself over, but he didn't talk to himself, what kind of thing is this?

If he didn't know in advance that this old man was a master of music, I'm afraid Xiao Yun really had the urge to beat him up.

His eyes fell on the old man, and Xiao Yun froze.

In front of the old man is a stone piano, the whole body is like white jade, crystal clear under the candlelight, brilliant, very beautiful, not ordinary at first glance.

What made Xiao Yun most strange was that the stone qin seemed to have been carved into a piano shape by a skilled craftsman, not a single string was not mentioned, not even a place to place the strings, the old man's hands were pressed on the body of the piano, and between closing his eyes and lowering his eyes, it seemed to be caressing the piano, which was very weird.

"There is a piano between heaven and earth, the chaos contains the ancient sound, the universe reverses the wind and clouds, and the four fields are chanting as old dragons. Surprised for a moment, Xiao Yun Ghost whispered.

The legend is that the great poet Tao Yuanming, because he did not understand the rhythm, made a stringless piano, and every time the wine is suitable, he strokes it to send its meaning, but it is somewhat similar to the appearance of this old man.

It's really funny, a dignified master of music, he can actually hold a stone piano without strings and can play it, is it possible that this old man can't understand the rhythm?

"No strings and no sound is better than sound, the true sound is permeated without sound, and the lotus flower is really colorless after it blooms, and it is in the top layer of the heavens!"

Just when Xiao Yun was slandering in his heart, the old man in white, who had not reacted, suddenly moved, and his mouth swayed and muttered something, as if he was talking to Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun was startled by this sudden voice again, and when he saw the old man wake up, he hurriedly took a few steps back, "The juniors are offended, and the seniors forgive the sins." ”

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on Xiao Yun's body, "The old man just refined a song, but it made Xiaoyou wait for a long time." ”

"Dizzy!"

When Xiao Yun heard this, he suddenly felt in his heart that there was a group of alpacas galloping past, holding the stringless piano to practice music, how could he practice? Xiao Yun didn't even feel a trace of aura fluctuations, this realm was inevitably too high, Xiao Yun would rather believe that this old man was making excuses for him to sleep.

"Xiaoyou is so young, it's really rare to be able to understand my way of stringless piano sound!" A pair of wise and vicissitudes of eyes looked Xiao Yun up and down, with a hint of approval between his eyebrows.

The way of stringless sounds?

When Xiao Yun heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, where did he know what the way of the stringless piano sound, he just remembered the legend he had heard on the earth in his previous life, and casually said such a small poem, who expected the old man to wake up so coincidentally, and the two of them seemed to be a code.

"Junior, Xiao Yun, meet the seniors. Xiao Yun bowed to the old man again.

The old man put away the stone qin and said, "Xiao Clan, is it from the outside world?"

Xiao Yun bowed slightly, "I don't know if my predecessors came to me, what's the matter?"

"Not yet thirty, right?" asked the old man.

"Seven out of twenty!" Xiao Yun replied.

Although the age of this body is not yet twenty-five, the soul that dominates him is indeed twenty-seven years old.

"How long have you been cultivating?" the old man asked again, his voice unusually flat, as if he was talking to Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun paused and said, "It's been more than a year. ”

"A year?"

When the old man heard this, there was a trace of waves in Gu Bo's unshocked eyes.

In one year, when he reached the late stage of Lezong, even if it was the four abysses, it was the only one that existed, let alone outside the four abysses?

Xiao Yun was silent, this may be the gap in the realm, this old man is Peng Wanli's master, the master of the Xuanyuan Sect of the previous generation, Donghua Zhenren, the early stage of the god of music, in front of him, Xiao Yun felt that he couldn't hide it at all, what he said was the truth, but I don't know if this old man would believe it.

Donghua Zhenren didn't ask any more, "I just heard Wanli talk about you, which reminded the old man of something, so he invited you over, but it was a little abrupt." ”

Xiao Yun shook his head and said suspiciously, "I don't know what happened to the seniors, if it's about the things on the mainland, maybe the juniors can know a little bit about it." (To be continued......)