Chapter 1638

"Ding, Ding, Ding..."

The girl in white blushed, lowered her head, stretched out a pair of thin and pale fingers, and played in the Guqin.

In an instant, it was like a clear spring flowing down, and three soft and pure Qin sounds rang through.

It seems that the monks can see a clear spring flowing in the void, which makes people feel cool.

Three!

The Guqin has been playing three times!

Zhao Yue's eyebrows stood up in an instant, while the rest of the people looked at the scene in surprise.

It seemed that the attention of the people around her was more intense, and the girl in white was even redder. It seemed that she would like to find a crack to get in and hurry down from the edge of the stone platform.

Chu Chen eye Lu praises, in his soul scanning, this white dress girl's cultivation talent, unexpectedly strong to astonish.

"It's almost time. I'll do it."

Duan Qing, who has been standing at the edge of the court, swept the remaining three people and walked to the stone platform side seat.

All the friars were as curious as Chu Chen. The man who kept the piano ended up on his own. Could he play it?

Ouyang Yun, dressed in a yellow robe, was not polite.

"Ha ha ha, so you have to be tested! I thought you got the sign from the zither player to test us. You can be shortlisted without any test! "

"Piano players treat everyone equally. Whoever wants to learn piano in her name has to be tested, and I am no exception."

Duan Qing is plain, and doesn't care about Ouyang Yun's sarcastic smile.

Sitting upright, he flicked his hand on the Guqin with a gentle look, as if the Guqin was a beautiful woman and needed careful care.

"Tut, pretend." Ouyang Yun's

's behavior was wild, and he kept tucked away. He didn't even make complaints about him. He always looked pale. His palm was blowing. A bright piano sound rang, and he wore gold rift stone. It seemed to tear the void like a sharp arrow.

But after this sound, there was no second sound.

Duan Qingzheng was disappointed.

"Ha ha ha How about other people's talent? I thought you could make at least ten rings and eight rings, so you can only barely pass

Ouyang Yun's tears of laughter seem to be coming out.

Duan Qing's expression became more serious and walked down the stone platform with a stiff face.

at this time, a man in red stepped onto the stone platform. The man was very beautiful, and his white face suddenly looked like he was more gentle than a girl.

At the moment of seeing him, many girls have a jealous look on their face.

In terms of beauty, the man actually compared all the girls present.

When the beautiful man played the guqin, the two cold hearts of the instrument burst into pieces. It seemed that there were ice blades whistling in the void, and the cold wind was piercing to the bone.

After two sounds, there was no movement in Guqin.

The beautiful man sighed and went on again.

At this time, Ouyang Yun stood up and shook his head, "you mortals What talent, what kind of piano art. You're all wrong! You haven't seen through the secret of Guqin

All the monks looked at the arrogant monk in yellow robe and looked puzzled. They didn't know whether he was crazy or a real genius?

Ouyang Yun walked to the edge of the stone platform and sat down on the bench like a golden knife. He opened his bow and pressed on the piano keys at the same time.

"Too weak, too weak. You are all too weak. Let you see what the real strong one is, especially the last little Lingxi brother. You should learn something."

Ouyang cloud arrogantly looked at Chu Chen, hands up and down.

In an instant, a dull thunder roared.

The soft guqin, roaring, as if rolling spring thunder and rumbling, fried people's faces have changed!

Four voices!

There are four thunder sounds on the Guqin!

Ouyang Yun looks very arrogant and overbearing. However, his talent in playing Guqin can surpass all the people present!

Duan Qing's face was gloomy. Ouyang Yun was his old enemy, and he did not deal with him.

Now, as a result of the piano practice, the guy is actually steadily pressing on his head, which is hard for him to accept.

He had a black face, bit his teeth and said, "then we'll finish the test..."

"Well I haven't played yet. "

Chu Chen raised his hand and went to guqin.

Duan QingQin asked Chu Chen to speed up. Ouyang Yun, who was the only one in the sky and on the ground, said with a smile, "this little brother of Lingxi, you have seen the strongest playing. I advise you not to waste time. This Guqin playing is also related to the cultivation talent of friars."

Chu Chen ignored him and sat in front of Guqin.

"Young man, you only have Lingxi realm now. Obviously, your talent is limited. Even if you come to try, it's a waste of time. Why?"Ouyang Yun looks at Chu Chen with pity.

Chu Chen's expression is indifferent, the palm touches on the string, a clear voice suddenly resounds.

The sound of the piano is not high or low, but it is clear, so that everyone's eyes are focused.

So many Linghe realm, Linghe peak, and even a half step Tianhe level friar all went up to test, but failed to play.

How could the boy of Lingxi state have such talent?

Did he even play?

The guy with the weakest cultivation can also play, which hit a lot of friars in the face?

A group of great monks are very surprised and unwilling, Ouyang Yun is even more frowned, this is not right!

After playing a piano, Chu Chen is still expressionless, as if thinking about something, hands up and down, and gently play.

All of a sudden, a high pitched and sharp sound broke out, like a sword out of its sheath, shaking people's ears deaf.

Two piano sounds!

Are you kidding?

This kid can pop up two sounds??

Everyone's looks changed greatly. His eyes were shaking. Ouyang Yun clenched his fist.

"No

Chu Chen vomited two words from his mouth.

Look, even the boy himself is wrong. There must be something wrong with him. The friars got excited immediately.

"No, I can't play well."

Chu Chen said as he raised his hand and continued to play.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

……

Chu Chen's hands continue to pull, he does not seem to be able to play the piano, pull out the sound of high and low, strong and weak.

The first moment is still low and dreary, the next moment is high sounding through the sky, and then the next moment becomes mildly sad.

A series of disorderly and incomparable Qin sounds continuously resound through the void, and it is impossible to count how many times it has been played.

This How much noise is this?

A group of friars are going crazy. What kind of monster is this little monk Lingxi? How can they play so many times!

One by one staring at a face of distress in chuchen, feel that the world has become unreal.

Before that, Ouyang's mouth was completely closed.

Damn it!

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