Chapter 521

In the sky, a thunderbolt suddenly came down and turned into an all blue guqin, just like a crystal cast Guqin.

There are seven strings on the piano, which are very extraordinary.

"It's called Spring thunder

Emperor soldier, Chunlei!

Then Ji's master's voice fell, and all Qin Xiu's eyes were on the guqin, with an irresistible fanaticism in his eyes.

"This is the emperor's army. It's really extraordinary."

"It's said that when the Qin was born, the dark clouds covered the sun and the thunder continued for three days. Is that why it was named Chunlei?"

"The thunder of spring, the thunder of spring, is magnificent and has the meaning of nurturing all things."

Zhongqinxiu stares at emperor Bing Chunlei and wants to touch him.

But there are three presidents of the lyre Club waiting there, giving them ten courage, and they will never dare to make mistakes.

"The imperial soldiers have appeared. Now it's time for you to show yourself and get the approval of the imperial soldiers. Please."

Magic sound master light said.

Their three presidents had already tried, and no one could get the approval of the emperor soldier.

Even because of the ownership of the emperor's soldiers, there was a big fight, so the banquet of wanqin was held, and Emperor Chunlei was allowed to choose his own master.

"Since the Qin Dao emperor soldiers, if you want them to recognize the Lord, you must have the corresponding Qin Dao cultivation. I'll come first."

A Qin player in white stepped forward, took out a guqin, played it quickly with ten fingers, and wanted to win the emperor's approval.

But no matter how he plays, the emperor Bing Chunlei still doesn't move.

The white zither player is not willing to give up, ten fingers keep playing, until the string is cut, the fingers are not aware, like a madman.

Qin Dao emperor soldiers are too rare, especially for the monks who specialize in Qin Dao.

Now, this treasure is in front of the white zither player. How can he give up so willingly?

"You don't have enough accomplishments at all."

At this time, the sword Changfeng from the sword clan said lightly. Between raising his hand, a great spiritual power burst out and lifted the white zither player out on the spot.

The white zither player fell to the ground. When he wanted to rise up to fight, a sharp sword was locked on him. It was like a basin of cold water pouring down on his head, which made him wake up. Looking at the sword Changfeng, who was the pride of the sword clan, he did not dare to make any mistakes.

He took a look at the spring thunder and knew that this imperial soldier had nothing to do with himself.

Jian Changfeng paid no attention to the Qin player in white, looked at the spring thunder in front of him and said, "this imperial soldier must be prepared for me.

Then he took off the black Guqin on his back and began to play it across his knee.

He is known as the double Jue of Qin and Jian, and his Qin sound is just like his sword, full of cold breath.

The music of the zither is majestic, bursting with the sound of gold and iron.

It was as if thousands of troops were charging in front of the crowd.

"Good music! Good skill

A zither player's eyes brightened, and he couldn't help exclaiming.

When they looked at the emperor's spring thunder, they saw that the emperor's spring thunder trembled, but there was no movement.

Jian Changfeng's eyebrows slightly frowned. Unexpectedly, it could not be recognized by Emperor soldiers.

"It's worthy of being an imperial soldier, but today I have to get you!"

Sword long wind cold hum a, then ten fingers tease, Qin sound road rhyme once again rose a level.

"Let's do it together."

"One by one, I don't know when to wait."

"If you want to be recognized by Emperor soldiers, you should rely on your own abilities!"

Many of the players on the scene couldn't bear it any more. One by one, they took out the Guqin and began to play it.

Li Changyin, Yang Xiyun, Ji Xiaoyao and other Qin daotianjiao are no exception.

For a moment, there are countless musical instruments echoing in the whole square, and all kinds of Taoist rhymes fill the sky.

Ten thousand strings dance together and ten thousand harps ring together.

All the Qin practitioners are trying to arouse the emperor's soldiers by performing their own music.

Among them, several Qin tones are the most obvious.

Except for the sound of Jian Changfeng.

Li Changyin and other Tianjiao of Qixian city should be more outstanding.

Among them, Li Changyin's piano sound seems to be a bit of psychedelic, just like the clouds in the sky.

Xiyinmen's Yang Xiyun is also very extraordinary. Compared with the romantic song she played in Yunxuan pavilion a few days ago, the song she plays today is just like mountains and rivers, majestic atmosphere, far-reaching artistic conception and continuous, just like a long scroll of mountains and rivers.

On the other hand, the petite Ji Xiaoyao is holding an guqin, but the sound is sonorous and powerful. Each sound seems to have exhausted all her strength, bursting out a sense of Haoran. It is the famous song of Ji family, Haoran song.

The vast majority of Qin Xiu's music is suppressed by these proud music.

Some of the players even lost their rhythm and didn't know how to play.

It's just that no matter how hard all Qin practitioners try, they can't arouse the resonance of emperor Bing Chunlei, let alone make him recognize the master."Damn, it's really not a simple thing to get the emperor soldiers to approve."

"We have spared no effort to play our favorite music, but it is still useless?"

Just when they all tried their best to get the approval of emperor soldiers.

Above the clouds came a sudden burst of laughter.

"Ha ha..."

The laughter is extremely high, but also contains a very strong spiritual power, resounding.

The sound of the piano in the square was suppressed by the laughter!

"There is no one in the way of modern Qin, even one who can get the approval of emperor soldiers."

In the clouds, two people came.

These are the two old men.

With a powerful brush on his back.

Seeing these two people, the faces of the three presidents of the piano club changed.

"It's them, the harp demons and the ghosts!"

"How did these two guys get here?"

Qin, magic and ghost painting are absolutely legendary names in the emperor's road.

These two men, one of them entered the Tao with the piano, the other with the painting. Their cultivation was extraordinary and refined, and they were both top-notch beings in the realm of zhundi.

But these two people are not well-known in the imperial road.

The Qin devil is good at collecting famous Qin. If he likes famous Qin, he must get it, even if it has a owner.

Ghost painting is almost the same, but the difference is that he collects famous paintings from all over the world for copying. After copying, he destroys the original, and then deliberately spreads his copied paintings. Due to his superb painting skills, few people can see through the authenticity.

He likes the feeling of playing with painters all over the world.

Once someone can see through it, he will come to the door and kill the person who can see through the disguise.

Therefore, even if some people see that the painting is a ghost copy, they dare not say it.

Because of this, the reputation of Qin, magic and ghost painting in Dilu is not good, and it can even be said to be a mess.

But because of their high strength, no one can do anything about them.

Later, the two men seemed to have retired and had not been alive for thousands of years.

But this time the emperor's soldier Chunlei is here, he brings these two people together.

"There is no one in the Qin Dynasty. No one can make the emperor recognize the Lord. In that case, I will not respect him. "

it's the Qin demon who talks.

He had black hair and took out a dark Guqin with a gloomy meaning.

It's the most precious collection of Qin devil, Yin devil Qin.

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