Chapter 200

"Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng..."

The guitar fluttered.

Due to the influence of the task, Yi Feng recently regained the fun of playing the guitar.

Sometimes people are like this.

Interest or something, if you don't use it for a long time, you will slowly forget it.

After picking up, Yi Feng's love for guitar was revived.

Among the four items of zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, if you are really interested in it, it is the zither. Therefore, even if the zither skill has reached the level of God, Yi Feng will still play it once a day.

Not for others.

For interest.

Also for feelings.

In addition to Yi Feng, the audience was full under the steps.

Weeding, scarifying, digging and carrying dung. In addition, Uncle Wang next door, the vendor at the opposite beef stall, pork Rong next door, sister Hua who sells Rouge diagonally... And so on.

At the moment, everyone is immersed in the sound of Yi Feng's piano.

A song falls.

People still have more to say.

"Alas, sir's zither skill is really too superb. The avenue contained in it can't be realized even in our state!" Wu Yonghong sighed.

"It's not. If the realm is lower, I'm afraid I can only listen to its music. I only know how good it sounds, but I don't know what it means." Sun Zhuge also sighed.

"Another ordinary road."

Looking at the admiration under the steps, Yi Feng said with a smile. After all, so many people like the guitar he plays, and he still has a sense of achievement.

Then, a guitar song of the ordinary road was melodious.

Yi Feng plays this song every day.

Not for others.

Because I like it.

In particular, the true meaning of the song fits perfectly with his life here.

Through, he stumbled, looked forward to, feared and looked forward to all the way. After seeing the world, he also wanted to walk around the world with green front in his hand.

Although the chicken rib system brought him a great blow at that time, it broke his ideal, but the shrinking martial arts school once made him very unwilling.

But looking back, life is just like this!

Although it is an extraordinary world, how about friars? They will die and be beheaded by people under the sword.

It's better to live an ordinary life and be an ordinary person.

Just be comfortable.

Just be natural and comfortable.

"Grass!"

"Fortunately, I hid well, or I'll burp my fart."

Just then, Yu WuJie, who had just come out of the soil, came from the street. As soon as he scolded twice, he saw a group of people gathered at the gate of the martial arts school.

Holding the idea of watching the excitement, he also walked over quietly.

"Eh, I came here unconsciously. It was this waste!" Yu WuJie looked at Yi Feng, who was immersed in the guitar with his eyes closed, and a voice of disdain came out.

However, he was surprised when the guitar hit his ears.

That's a nice sound.

Moreover, this song seems to be wonderful. As a cultivator, he calmed down after listening to this song.

Unconsciously, he was also deeply involved.

After a long time, the guitar stopped slowly.

Many people under the steps looked at Yi Feng with gratitude, even with excitement.

Many people feel good and clap their hands.

"Gee, this waste is not good at anything else, but I have to say that it's really OK to play this crap."

In the corner, Yu WuJie couldn't help nodding.

Although he despised Yi Feng, a waste, he didn't get black. Even he left so far, and his mind still echoed with this song.

"Yu WuJie, are you here?"

At this time, a shadow came and stopped in front of Yu WuJie.

It's Peng Xianer.

See.

Yu WuJie's face changed slightly, his face was embarrassed, and he didn't dare to look directly at Peng Xianer.

"Hehe, yes, yes!"

Obviously, the reason why he didn't go back to the Castle Peak gate, but strolled in the street was to avoid Peng Xianer.

After all, when he vowed to open the door himself, he hid in the earth for many days.

There's no face at all.

"You really surprised me. Not only did you open the door to enter the earth, but also the door to heaven, but you were safe." Under the veil, Peng Xianer heard a voice of appreciation.

"Ah?"

"Tianmen?"

"I opened the gate of heaven?"

Yu WuJie asked with a surprised face.

"Didn't you open it?" Peng Xianer frowned slightly.

Yu WuJie's eyes turned and suddenly understood the meaning of Peng Xianer's words. Obviously, the Tianmen gate was opened for no reason, but Peng Xianer misunderstood him, so he hurriedly said, "ah, yes, look at my memory. I opened it, ha ha..."

He just didn't have the face to see Peng Xianer. It's better to take the plan and take it down.

"But why didn't you come to me after you opened the door?" Peng Xianer asked, "don't you want a reward?"

"Well, there's nothing to look for. After all, you're all busy. Besides, what reward do you want to open a small Tianmen gate?" Yu WuJie laughed.

Obviously, he is still very guilty.

Under the veil, Peng Xianer looked surprised.

Yu WuJie in front of her seems to be different from what she knows!

Like his pig brother, he didn't come to her after opening the gate of heaven?

It really impressed her.

"In that case, you will follow me in the future?" Peng xian'er's eyes moved and said softly.

"Ha ha, so, so good?" Yu WuJie still has no bottom in his heart, because he knows that the opening of the heavenly gate has nothing to do with him.

"Don't you want to be my man?" Peng xian'er threw out an olive branch, and the jade hand fell on Wu Jie's chin, gently provoked it and said leisurely.

Peng Xianer's behavior immediately made Yu WuJie's mind hot.

Looking at Peng xian'er, his eyes were full of enthusiasm. Whether it was revealed or not, he left with Peng xian'er.

The days passed quietly.

All forces are staring at Jiang Yuzhi's tomb.

After such a long time, the mechanisms inside seem to have been exhausted, and the most terrible black fog illusion seems to have dissipated.

People estimate that they can enter the ancient tomb again in half a day at most.

So at this moment, countless practitioners have gathered at the gate of Shimen.

Everyone's face is full of confidence, and the treasure inside is inevitable.