Wei Sheng is the youngest of the second-generation disciples of Momei Villa, and he also has the least record of achievements, and there are many speculations in the cultivation world about her cultivation, but they all have one thing in common.

Her true cultivation would definitely not be higher than the eighth order, and might even be lower.

Because she only started practicing when she was sixteen years old, even though the owner of Momei Mountain Villa taught her well, she herself had excellent cultivation talent and worked very hard, after all, she had worked several years less than those who had practiced since childhood.

Now that Bei Ming Xiu saw Wei Sheng with his own eyes, he naturally remembered this rumor.

However, he did not believe the rumors.

In addition to Mr. Moda and Mr. Ryuuji, all the gentlemen of Momei Villa have their own areas of expertise.

Mr. Feng San is unparalleled in the world.

Mr. Qu Si is both civil and military.

Mr. Yan Wu is a good book.

Mr. Wenliu is good at painting.

Mr. Ming Qi's ink sword walks alone in the rivers and lakes.

What Wei Sheng is good at is the rhythm, to be precise, the piano.

She was able to directly restrain Feng Liangjie with a piano sound, and she had already proven her strength.

At least the Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't have the ability to fight her head-on.

Wei Sheng settled down and looked at Bei Mingxiu with a smile, she looked up and down, and seemed to be able to see a flower on Bei Mingxiu's face.

Bei Mingxiu was a little unaccustomed to her gaze, but he still tried his best to keep his calm.

After a while, Wei Sheng retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "You and your father really look alike." ”

Bei Mingxiu's expression froze, and then he remembered a rumor that was already an old thing.

In that rumor, Bei Ming Zhou once had a relationship with Wei Sheng, and the people of Momei Villa and Shang Yun were also very enthusiastic about promoting their relationship, but one day, the little junior sister of Bei Ming Zhou's childhood sweetheart chased her out of the Holy Pavilion, and it is unknown how much happened in the middle, anyway, the result is that Bei Ming Zhou and Wei Sheng are still separated.

Thinking of this, Bei Mingxiu felt a little furious in his heart.

However, Wei Sheng's smile was very natural, revealing a fresh and pleasant feeling, which made him completely relieved.

Wei Sheng wanted to say something to the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but he didn't know when he would regain his strength, so he walked out of the room, quickly walked to a tightly packed hut, knocked on the window, and said, "Fifth Senior Brother, are you free now?"

The Northern Meditation Cultivator paid attention to this hut, but he didn't expect that there were still people in the hut, let alone that it was actually Mr. Yan Wu's words.

The famous scholar Yan Cheng actually wrapped his room in Momei Villa like a prison cell, which really made him not know how to speak.

With Wei Sheng's words, there was a knock on the window in the room.

Wei Sheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and said, "The third senior brother always wants to sneak away to count the heavens, so please help me draw a forbidden talisman with stronger effect." ”

When Feng Liangjie heard this, he hurriedly shouted loudly: "Little junior sister, you are too much, old five, if you dare to write, I will give you a hexagram and make you unlucky every day!"

His threat didn't help, and after half a pillar of incense, a piece of talisman paper came out of the thin crack in the window.

Wei Sheng stretched out his hand to take it and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xie." ”

She pasted the forbidden talisman on Fengliangjie's body, and the rune paper and the strokes on it instantly merged into Fengliangjie's body, and now within an hour, he could no longer mobilize the slightest spiritual power.

Feng Liangjie had no choice but to turn over and go to bed, falling asleep, expressing the most resolute protest against Wei Sheng and Yan Cheng's behavior.

Wei Sheng said: "Third Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother said that he didn't go out in the first place, and there was nothing in the room, so he couldn't be unlucky at all. ”

Feng Liangjie snorted and did not speak.

Wei Sheng was also accustomed to the childishness that the third senior brother had exuded since a long, long time ago, and turned to Bei Mingxiu and said, "I originally thought that your state of mind would be affected, but now it seems that I am too worried. ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled: "Thanks to Mr. Feng San. ”

Wei Sheng nodded and said, "In that case, I have a tune here, do you want to listen to it?"

Of course, the Northern Meditation Cultivator nodded.

Mr. Weiba's music is not something that ordinary people can be fortunate enough to enjoy.

......

When Wei Sheng played the first syllable, Bei Ming Xiu felt the excitement of the spiritual power around him.

It also finally became clear to him why they didn't play in a different place.

He and the fake sleeping Fengliang Festival are the only two listeners of this qin song, and this qin song obviously acts only on spiritual power, and it will not have any effect on the Fengliang Festival.

This is a practice for him, and it is also a compensation for the ears of the Fengliang Festival. Dancing Chinese

Wei Sheng's hands flew like dancing butterflies, and the moving tones continued to reveal from the piano.

In the Northern Meditation Practice, the artistic conception in the song seems to be constantly changing every moment, just now still in the wind, in the blink of an eye on the high mountain, suddenly riding the wind to shake the nine days, suddenly the sword alone to the end of the world, but these beautiful artistic conceptions between the transition without any stagnation, every place is so natural, Mr. Wei Ba's piano skills can be seen.

However, there is a more intuitive feeling in the Northern Meditation Cultivation.

With the rhythm of Wei Sheng's fingertips, his heavenly dao was almost completely dispersed, and he could no longer control the spiritual power that accompanied the music of the piano around him.

He now finally knew the purpose of Wei Sheng's playing.

For him, Tiandao is already an indispensable part of his body, and without the power of Tiandao, his cultivation is really only a little bit, and it is very likely that he will be taken advantage of.

And the Yizong's invisible attack against the sea of consciousness can easily do this, which is the biggest weakness of the Northern Meditation Cultivator now.

If the Northern Cultivator wanted to prevent the other party from destroying his Heavenly Humanity, he could only use his powerful control over the Heavenly Humanity to resist it.

Just like he's doing now.

Northern Cultivators have always boasted that their control over the Heavenly Humanity has reached a first-class level, but in fact, if he were in the Holy Pavilion, he would indeed be ranked in the top ten in terms of his control over the Heavenly Humanity alone.

But now, in the face of Wei Sheng's attack on the idea infiltrated by the sound of the piano, his control over heaven and humanity is as fragile as a piece of paper.

This is the result of a gap in cultivation.

Spiritual power constantly broke out of his control under the change of the pitch of the qin music and returned to heaven and earth.

Often, he would have seven days of spiritual power around him, and at this time it had already overflowed to less than a day.

Bei Mingxiu gritted his teeth and insisted on controlling the heavens and humanity, his face was blue and white, and sweat was gurgling down.

He knew that if he could survive this song, his control over the heavens and his ability to endure attacks on his mind would definitely go to the next level.

But this process is indeed a little too painful.

His afterglow glanced at Feng Liangjie, who was pretending to sleep next to him, and it could be seen from the slight shaking of his body that he was very satisfied with the song.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator, who had no time to appreciate the mystery in the song, could only close his eyes and continue to hold on.

As soon as Wei Sheng's style changed, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was suddenly in the desert wind and sand, the sound of war drums sounded in his ears, and he could even clearly hear the shouts of the soldiers.

Just when he felt the artistic conception in the song, he was under the control of Heaven and Humanity, and the already small spiritual power began to be stripped away in large quantities.

Before, it dissipated on its own in the sound of the piano, and now, it is plundered in the sound of the piano.

Northern Meditation Cultivator only felt that his whole body was tired like never before, and he still tried his best to try to hold the last piece of land of spiritual power beside him.

This was many times more painful than the previous process, and even the Cold Soul Sword Soul was slightly affected, swaying like a flame blown by the wind in the sea of consciousness.

When Beimingxiu's clothes were completely soaked with sweat, the sound of the piano finally stopped.

Bei Ming breathed a long sigh of relief.

Now he is physically and mentally exhausted.

But he still retained a very small part of his spiritual power.

Wei Sheng looked at him with satisfaction, put the piano away, and praised: "It's done well, it's much better than I imagined." ”

The Northern Darkness Correction hurriedly manipulated the Heavenly Humanity to absorb the surrounding spiritual power, and said with a wry smile when he heard this: "Senior Aunt, this training method is really ruthless. ”

Wei Sheng smiled: "But it does work, doesn't it?"

This is not denied by the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

His natural running speed has increased a lot after the baptism of the piano sound, which can undoubtedly bring him a lot of convenience.

And he also gained valuable experience in fighting against Yizong Gongfa.

As for the process...... It's a little painful, it's good to get through it.

Wei Sheng smiled and said: "Although the thing in your body is quite well-behaved, it may still have some impact on your heart, and it is also good to relax occasionally." ”

It's not relaxation, it's just suppression.

Bei Mingxiu thought helplessly.

He said goodbye to Wei Sheng and prepared to go back and rest for a while.

Wei Sheng watched Bei Mingxiu leave, and there was already a bit of appreciation in his eyes.

In the previous qin song, she deliberately added a little strength, on the one hand, to avenge the events of the year, and on the other hand, she also wanted to see the limit of the Northern Meditation Cultivator's control of heaven and humanity.

Now it seems that when he continues to grow, he will go further than his father.