Everyone doesn't know why, obviously the sound of the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him can only be described as general.

It was like his first time playing the piano, and his movements were stiff. Even an ordinary luthier might outperform him. Not to mention competing with Su Xiaoxiao and the unreachable Li Muxue.

But, for some reason, it was such an ordinary piano sound, which attracted everyone's attention at this time.

Under the tens of thousands of glittering spiritual roots, surrounded by thousands of pairs of eyes, Shen Qingwen stood and bent over, stroking the qin with his hands. The strings are plucked one by one, and the notes on the strings are issued in an orderly manner.

There is no artistic conception of mountains and flowing water, there is no beautiful sound of the piano, and even the speed of plucking the strings can only be described as slow.

But, everyone just stared at him.

People have forgotten the best heat for making tea, birds have forgotten to fly and chirp, years have forgotten to run, and heaven and earth have forgotten to age at this moment.

It seems that everything in the world is still at this moment, and in the sky and on the ground, only this young man in Tsing Yi is left plucking the strings one by one.

It seems to be the continuous spring rain in March, and every drop is full of laziness.

The high-ranking grandmasters lowered their heads, Zhao Xian held the teacup tightly in his hand, and Li Changan, like everyone else, watched the young man's every move intently.

His gestures, even every breath, are full of indescribable unique charm. This kind of charm can make everything around him surrender, and everything exists only to decorate him.

It was as if there was a golden dragon wrapped around Shen Qingwen's body, its red eyes were facing the sky, and its body was full of boundless killing, which was incomparable to the world's incomparable extravagance.

A piano sounds, a dragon groans.

Under the interweaving of the sun and golden light, Shen Qingwen pulled the strings with one hand, and dragged the qin up with the power of Zhenyuan with the other. Stroking the plum blossom piano embroidered with the girl's only love with both hands, Shen Qingwen took a breath slightly.

Closing his eyes, he didn't know what was going on ten years ago.

When he opened his eyes, ten years later, he would settle the account himself.

Both hands charge up at the same time, and then both hands come out together to sweep the strings. The strings were driven by Shen Qingwen's fingertip Zhenyuan, collided with Zhenyuan, and then burst out with a peerless sound.

A bright piano sound resounded for nine days

A loud dragon chant shook the world

This is just a sign that this is just the beginning.

Gu Pingguo blinked, and her clear eyes could only accommodate this Tsing Yi figure at the moment. This is the Shen Qingwen he knows, is this the Shen Qingwen who has a hippie smile all day long and occasionally has a little abnormal nerves.

It seems that at this moment, I got to know Shen Qingwen again.

Li Changan sat cross-legged on top of the green leaves very quietly, his gaze occasionally swept to Dean Zhulu above. Of course, it is more on Shen Qingwen.

Putting down the teacup, Li Changan pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the next tune. After all, the people of the world may not know the ability of this young master of the Shen Mansion, but the people in the Daoguan Mountain know everything clearly.

Otherwise, Dokan Mountain, how can it be called Dokan Mountain.

Li Muxue, dressed in white like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain, sat on top of the green leaves. The breeze blew the hair on her cheeks, and none of her eyes left Shen Qingwen.

Su Xiaoxiao's face turned red when he was closest to Shen Qingwen, and his eyes were full of Shen Qingwen's shadow. If it weren't for the inconvenience of cheering at this time, she might immediately stand up and become Shen Qingwen's number one fan sister who can't be matched by 10,000 people.

Under Zhang Qian's idea of straightening the bronze ghost face and thinking that it would be up to Shen Qingwen next, Shen Qingwen put his hands on the strings again.

The silk of the piano as white as winter frost, the lifelike plum blossom above the piano, Shen Qingwen smiled lightly, and the smile was confidence and expectation.

The strings moved, and the breeze blew through the city, and everyone felt a blur in front of them, and when they saw it again, they unconsciously entered a blank world.

The sound of the piano in my ears filled the entire blank world, and with this peerless sound, this blank world gradually appeared color.

It is a quiet and peaceful village with almost all the people in the village. Their houses were simple and their clothes were extremely simple, but they all had enviable smiles on their faces. Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, or windy and rainy, cold and frosty, these families are still full of happiness as before, and their chimneys are always curling with smoke.

But, all of this changed when the tone suddenly changed here.

The war has swept the whole world, and there is no longer the sound of the piano that made people feel happy at first. In the fire, the village was destroyed, the people in the village died, and the village was just the beginning.

The sound of the piano, once again going up.

People saw more killing, cities were destroyed under tens of thousands of iron horsemen, simple houses were burned down, and families were displaced, even separated by yin and yang.

On the horizon, the remnant sun is like blood, and on the ground, there are white bones. In the heart-rending killings, this continent finally ushered in desolation.

The sound of the piano has dropped, not as bright as before, but it seems more tragic than before.

The whispering sound of the piano is like the cry of a child, and there is only one child left in this world. He didn't know where he should go, standing on the top of the mountain made of white bones, he cried to the heavens and the earth, complained to the sun and the moon, and talked with the bright moon.

His cry seemed to say: his family is dead, his hometown is gone, even the whole people, the world is gone.

In this world, he is the only one left, living alone on this land.

He may not die, or he may die in the next second.

Seeing this, some monks who were weak in cultivation had already cried, and those who had cultivated to a higher point had red eyes, and even the high master had a sad face and bowed his head in mourning at this time.

And in this bleak sound, Shen Qingwen's piano tone changed again.

The voice is as smart and cute as ever, and it makes people feel extremely happy at once. The people present seemed to hear the laughter of familiar children, the cheerful chirping of birds, and the small bridge and flowing water.

In the next second, the note was low again.

People were horrified to find that they were outside the continent. At the highest point, they looked down on this lifeless continent, and the child was still on the mountain of bones, but now he was stiff and lifeless.

A hint of despair has risen in everyone's hearts, because this continent has been crumbling, little by little eroded by time, and finally turned to dust.

It's all over, and everyone is back to the white world they were. They glanced at people they were familiar with, and while they were amazed by Shen Qingwen's superb intentions, they were also lamenting the ruthlessness of the years.

And, is this really over?

The sound of a generous harp echoed under the sky again, and between the stars and the stars, everyone was in the middle of the cosmic sea of stars.

In the sea of stars, they saw that the continent had turned into chaos at the beginning, and a bright light flickered in the chaos, and in the next second, the sound of the piano stirred, and everyone recovered.

With this sound, the stars turned, the world opened, the sea turned into a mulberry field, and everything was revived in an instant.

Another cool sound, buds sprouted on the barren ground, and the sound of water drops and stones gradually came from the dry valley. In the distance, under the blue sky, saplings are gradually growing. In the vast universe, this barren world has regained its vitality.

With the notes on Shen Qingwen's fingertips, everyone saw step by step that this continent had undergone countless changes of sun and moon, barren into the sea, the sea into mulberry fields, and the valley set off waves, casting into a mountain peak that stood on top of the sky.

The sun and moon in the world are quiet, heaven and earth are compatible, between green waters and green mountains, the country is stable, the people are safe, and the world is peaceful. This world is full of faintness, the shame of gambling, and the suffering of war. In this world, good people have good rewards, and bad people also have bad punishments.

In the end, when the sun was setting and the smoke was rising from every house, a figure in a yellow robe fell between the sun and the moon.

Behind him, people only feel the majesty of the waves of the mountains and seas, and the hope of the arrival of this dim dawn.

This is the back of transcending immortals, transcending all things.

It's the emperor, it's the back of the emperor!

He is the master of heaven and earth, and there is no one in this world who can match him.

This is the mountains and rivers, this is the emperor's will!

Thousands of emotions finally turned into the roar of the mountains and rivers.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains.

The sound of the piano brought everyone back to reality.

In their hazy eyes, they seemed to see the golden dragon that was still wrapped around Shen Qingwen's body at first, leaving Shen Qingwen's body little by little.

At the end of the piano, the golden dragon also slowly rose into the air, and finally entered the sky and disappeared.

The sound of the piano ended here, and there was not a sound in the city of 10,000,000 people. The monks sat quietly on the green leaves, the people sat quietly at home, the birds closed their mouths, and the sun closed their eyes.

There was a thunderbolt rolling sound in the nine heavens, and this thunderbolt woke up everything that was immersed in the sound of Shen Qingwen's qin.

The city of Zhulu was moved again, the monks came back to their senses, and the people went out in twos and threes. The bird opened its mouth, and the sunlight shone on Shen Qingwen's body.

At this moment, he is like the figure of the emperor, and at this moment, everything is embellished for him.

This figure in green clothes was unconsciously dyed with the nobility that symbolized infinite power.

Li Changan smiled contentedly.

This is the emperor's voice of the young lord of the Shen Mansion, this is the real fuse that pulled the Shen Mansion to perish, and this is the unique intention of the world on the Taoist Mountain that has been praised by the master for half a year.

Li Changan was really satisfied, and the person he was waiting for was finally waited for by him.

The rest of the people were speechless in shock. Cultivating a little lower, wiping his tears, and seeing that Shen Qingwen had a trace of worship in his eyes. Cultivating a little higher, sniffing, and sighing in my heart that this violinist is superb.

Li Muxue and Zhang Qian had solemn faces, they looked at Shen Qingwen, and wrote their respective scores in their hearts.

The high grandmasters sat awkwardly on the roots of the trees.

They look at me, and I look at you back.

Among them, there were grandmasters who were already good at music, and they stopped talking, and they didn't even move their eyes, but their backs were all soaked.

How could they not hear the artistic conception behind this piano meaning, which was the imperial meaning like the vast stars. This is the supreme and most troublesome spirit in the world.

This is a world surnamed Ning, and you don't have the surname Ning, but you have a stronger imperial meaning than the surname Ning.

Will they kill you, or will they erase you from history?

They thought of a possibility, maybe the person in front of them was surnamed Ning, that was really amazing!

Thinking of this, the eyes they looked at Shen Qingwen were different

Shen Qingwen didn't care so much, put the piano on the root of the tree, and when the sun was shining, he smiled lightly at the dean of Zhulu, who had entered the sky and smashed the teacup in his hand, and said softly: "Long time no see, worry uncle." ”