The qin is a famous qin in the ancient Zhou Dynasty.

The sound of the piano is so loud that it is like a bell ringing and a horn ringing, which is deafening.

Legend has it that the outstanding qin fairy in ancient times: Boya once played the "trumpet bell" qin. Later, the "bell" was passed down to several generations of kings.

When it was passed to the ancient king of Qi Huan, there was a story that Qi Henggong collected many famous pianos, but he especially cherished this "bell" piano. He once ordered his subordinates to beat the horns of the ox and sing to help the music, and he himself played the "trumpet bell" to echo it.

The sound of the horn and the song were poignant, and the "trumpet bell" played a sad melody, which moved the waiters on both sides to tears.

For those who love the piano, he already knows all about these histories, and when he sees this piano, he recalls the origin of this piano.

Mo Wu laughed unscrupulously.

He sat upright on the ground.

A breeze blows.

The clothes are fluttering, and he is very handsome.

He smiled, and then five white fingers brushed the strings.

In the endless deep forest, there are birds singing, and the sound of the piano turns.

There is the sound of flowing water.

The water clanged, and they saw a river flowing in the distance, the water was clear, and fish jumped out of it.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Everything is gone.

In the hearts of these disciples, there was a feeling of amazement, as if they felt that they had lost something important in their hearts.

Qingyi felt the deepest, he knew that this was not actually the ink dance playing, the qin fairy Boya, the mountains and rivers, a song became a Taoist, after Boya became a Taoist, it was passed down to this qin, Boya played the qin, the qin made him, and he also achieved the qin.

Drink and peck.

The breath left on the piano is not something that anyone who plays the piano can feel, but as a top musician, you can feel the breath. They can also easily let the sound of Boya's former piano leak out a little bit for the world to know.

If the breath does not dissipate.

Then he is definitely not an opponent's.

Don't talk about him, even if he is a real person in the Yuan Infant Period, he can't be compared, this is a matter of the Dao, everything can become Dao, so Qingshan lost, but the person who lost was not this ink dance, but the Guqin Immortal Boya, but in the eyes of everyone, he had already lost.

They couldn't make out the breath on it.

Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, he didn't want to say the losing word, but he had to say that he didn't dare to compete, and the competition would be more obvious.

Mo Wu put Na Qin under him.

Standing up, he muttered, "Is this a Confucian way? It looks like I chose the wrong place and should go to the other side." ”

On the opposite side was Ling Tianmiao, Qing Yi felt that his face was slightly red, as if he had been slapped in the mouth, and the disciples all looked at it, which was an extremely big blow to their confidence, just like the blow of the Mixed Yuan Sect to the disciples of the previous generation of the Qingxuan Sect.

Attack the heart first.

Mo Wu stretched out his hand to take the qin, five slender white fingers, wiped the strings, Qin Xuan trembled, and Mo Wu's qin over there also trembled at this moment.

The piano sounded.

There was no sound of wind, no sound of rain, but he played the ancient song "Flowing Water", the strings trembled, the sound became much worse, and the piano was afraid.

Mo Wu listened, high-fived and laughed.

His face was in a triangular shape, his face was pale, but not milky, but a miserable white, his hair was pitch black, and the whole person was a little paranoid.

He smiled.

The taste of ridicule became even stronger, and those Confucian disciples involuntarily took a step back.

This is an extremely big blow to them.

Mo Wu sneered and continued: "Actually, there is no need to compare, you have already lost. ”

Tsing Yi nodded his head, losing is losing.

The disciples looked at the green shirts.

Tsing Yi waved his sleeves, and a surge of strength emerged from his sleeves, saying, "It's a loss." He wanted to drop the piano, but he didn't have the courage, and he said in a low voice, "I lost." ”

Mo Wu grinned.

The sound of laughter gradually became louder, and then he looked at the slightly reddened sky, the remnant sun was like blood, and the laughter was even more rampant.

Such a rampant laugh.

It's really naked.

Without mercy.

Mo Wu turned around and walked towards the back, put away the piano, and said as he collected it: "I will come again tomorrow, I challenged the two arts today, so when I come back tomorrow, I hope you have found someone who can be challenged, Confucianism is strong, is it so strong?"

He scoffed.

Some of the disciples' faces gradually turned a gray color, as if they had lost everything.

Tsing Yi has its own pride.

So I don't want to debate, but often these are a kind of acquiescence to these disciples.

Mo Wu still has to say.

He feels that this kind of enjoyment is the happiest.

Mo Wu said.

It's a lot of fun.

But it was interrupted.

"Let's go. ”

"It's not easy to sweep the floor!!"

Mo Wu frowned, and he watched a man dressed in black come from a distance, hunched over his waist with a tattered sword pinned to his waist, sweeping the ground from that side, and the fallen leaves were flying.

It just swept to him.

The sound of the ink dance was interrupted by life.

"Where did you come from, go away, just let him say it, it's really.."

The broom touched the ink dance.

Everyone thought that Ink Dance would be furious, but to everyone's surprise, Ink Dance whispered to the burner.

"I'm sorry. ”

A word of apology, which made the faces of those Confucian disciples who had just spoken pale, and they only now knew that everything they felt and everything they learned was so unbearable.

As she spoke, Mo Wu stepped back, wanting to continue enjoying the victory.

The fallen leaves were right at his feet.

Mo Wu frowned and suddenly said, "What do you want?"

The blackfriar looked up and looked at the ink dance.

Continuing to clean the floor with a tattered broom, he coughed.

Walked from an inconspicuous place.

A fallen leaf, impartial, fell right at his feet......

Mo Wu said: "Let's go." ”

He was not a man who would not be annoyed, he had given this man a chance, he took the unsheathed sword, and moved, trying to keep this man from dangling around him, disturbing him to enjoy the moment of victory.

But suddenly another sword appeared.

Two swords.

One is attached to the scabbard, shiny and sharp.

A tattered scabbard had almost been corroded, and there was something desolate and quaint.

Mo Wu retracted his strength.

He was afraid of hurting the man.

But he regretted it, the two swords were in the extreme range of the fallen leaves, and they were extremely subtle, and what the Confucian disciples saw was nothing more than the ink dancing out of the sword, and the man in black moved his body, the long sword on his waist shook, and the fallen leaves were cut in half.

Mo Wu's figure withdrew in an instant, and his body fell to the ground, very embarrassed.

Mo Wu didn't get up for a long time.

He frowned.

I don't know what to do.

"What?"

The blackfriar was silent.

Mo Wu then continued to draw his sword, ignoring the gazes of the others around him, and just muttered, "Please advise." The faces of the four disciples became very interesting, they didn't expect such a twist and turn.

Mo Wu's eyes lifted, and he drew his sword again.

An icy breath.

Float from the sword.

It was the breath of the sword, the way of ruthlessness, and the air around it was much colder.

The black-clothed monk who swept the floor waved his sword indifferently.

Sword movement.

Mo Wu's sword slowed down for a moment, and the cold and ruthless extremely cold aura on it actually hit a void, hitting the surrounding ground into potholes, Mo Wu bowed, leaned down, his eyes were unwilling, and he coughed.

Take the sword back.

Look at the sweeping one.

The sweeper doesn't seem to pay attention to this person at all, and it seems that defeating this person is an extremely boring thing. He gathered up a fallen leaf and walked back.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?"

"Nobody. ”

The voice was indifferent.

Mo Wu was silent.

Suddenly drew his sword and said in a low voice: "Please also ask Your Excellency to use a sword." The voice was already very respectful, he didn't know who this person was, but he was able to use two swords, maybe the first sword, made him feel that he was careless, but the second sword, he knew that although it seemed to be calm, he had tried his best.

So he has respected this unknown person to the limit, and this is the most tricky opponent.

Sword movement.

The man in black is still so indifferent.

The sword shook.

"Wait. ”

Mo Wu smiled and said, "Please also ask Your Excellency to draw your sword." ”

"Oh. ”

A low voice came.

"But I'm afraid you'll never pull out your sword again. ”

For the first time, there was a hole in the tattered sword, where the scabbard met the blade.

Surrounding disciples.

Their faces were pale, and they smelled a smell of blood that was so strong that it could not be dispersed.

Mo Wu suddenly half-knelt on the ground, the sword was in the scabbard, and he didn't pull it out, he felt a great terror from life and death, he felt that if he took out the sword now, he would die, and he would die very miserably.

He coughed, his face flushed.

Thump.

He knelt down, then coughed up the blood, and said, "I lost in the next place." ”

The man in black was silent.

just left indifferently, and then suddenly moved: "Do you want to compare the piano?"

Mo Wu didn't speak.

He saw the back of the man in black and knew that he had met a master, so he shook his head at this moment, turned around and said, "If you lose, you will lose all." ”

The man in black nodded.

Holding a broom and continuing to clean up the fallen leaves.

A few yellow leaves fell at his feet, Mo Wu picked them up, put them in his pocket over there, and then bowed to the man in black, and then turned to leave, the sunset was like blood.

The Confucian disciples saw the appearance of this man in black.

Tsing shirt.

Suddenly laughing, he knew he had lost too.

Heart, mind, strength.

He lost the whole game, but he was very happy.

He will regard Ye Bai as an opponent for life.

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