Chapter 3605

Lu Chen completely pulls yuluan out of the dreamland, but he doesn't get angry when he looks at the mysterious man at the moment. He is preparing to clean up, but he hasn't waited for him to start. Suddenly, Lu Chen finds that the mysterious man is in an injured coma. It is shown in the fire mirror that he has automatically compiled a fantasy.

This is to seek self-healing, enter the deepest sea of knowledge, and the illusion woven by the subconscious.

Here is a snow capped mountain peak. Sitting on this mountain, the strong with high cultivation can see the specific situation of most of the tribes through here.

At the moment, the mysterious man in the impression of Lu Chen and yuluan is sitting cross legged at the table eating.  

"That's amazing. I didn't expect your musical talent to be so strong. You can be said to be the son of God."

The mysterious man looked only four or five years old. Next to him sat a beauty with a veil.

Although she is wearing a veil, she can also make people feel the refined attitude. She is elegant and vulgar, and has a light spirit. She has a leisurely look, beautiful eyes, and an air like a orchid. She is indescribable and gentle.

The little mysterious man is just a small group of four or five years old at the moment. He looks at the beauty around him and touches his hair with a smile: "it's him."  

He opened his big eyes and looked at the beautiful beauty. In his small mind, he didn't understand what the Terran Princess meant.  

But since then, at the age of four, his fate has changed.  

He is just a child born to a human race and an unknown 10000 races in the Terran tribe. He is only born with extraordinary talent for music. Living in the tribe is not very good all the time, but it is a transparent existence, because one day, the princess of the Terran will notice that she inadvertently urged the flute of her neighbor father.

But since that day, he was raised on the sacred mountain and personally taught by the princess and the high priest of the human race. The incense mist on the altar and the music in his ears hovered. He spent several years.  

"-- what is the chosen son?" Asked a soft, sticky voice.  

"-- that is... Uphold the will of heaven and protect the Terran." Qingyue's voice answered.  

Uphold the will of God and protect the Terran?

At the age of seven, he didn't understand his meaning, but in his ignorance, he carved this mission into the bottom of his heart.  

On the big day of sacrificing heaven and earth, he sat beside the princess and the high priest and watched the high priest and the princess play the music. The solemn and majestic music came from their hands, from their piano, from their music, and echoed in heaven and earth. Just like the warm sunshine spreading on the earth, it brings infinite vitality and incomparable calming effect.

The music and the sun mingled and poured on the earth. It was like the sun falling from the clouds in the sky and directly shining on his heart.

After ten years of experience, the young man immersed in the music finally began to play for the first time in the sacrificial ceremony.

I remember it was spring, the birthday of the recovery of all things. He was dressed in white and began to play music. The princess sat opposite him with a white hat on her head. She sat down gently, raised her white wrist, stroked her fingertips, and the strings escaped like the sound of running water. The people seemed to be in green mountains and green waters, with flowers blooming in front of them, and the sound of springs tinkling and magpies and birds singing in her ears

At that moment, he was very excited, because he never thought that he could play music on the altar with the princess who had been looking up for a long time.

It was the high priest who was supposed to partner with him today, but the princess said: "originally, this child was trained to play music with me, especially when he came here for the first time. Of course, I should match him."

The wonderful music was playing by the two people. His eyes widened. For a moment, he couldn't believe that the music came from his own hand

The music made everyone intoxicated. The colorful butterflies and some birds from somewhere flew from a distance and flew around directly, even up and down, as if they were in harmony with the music of the two people.

When the crowd reacted, they found that half a day had passed and the sacrifice was over perfectly. The song was peaceful and had a long aftertaste.

The people came back to their senses and were silent. It was the first time they heard such a good song in these years. They really didn't expect that it would come from the cooperation of the young man who had just grown up and the princess.

In silence and admiration, a gust of incense blew from the altar.  

The hat on the princess's head was suddenly blown away by the wind and danced in the air.  

In his eyes, the smiling face of the princess was suddenly reflected, and the apricot flowers beside him were in full bloom.  

In the princess's affirmative eyes, he blushed. He had never felt so happy. His heart pounded.  

Since then, he has found the full meaning of learning music.

The years on the mountain are quiet and long. He gradually grew up. He was given the name of throwing a bucket by heaven, saying that music begets heaven.  

On the day he got his name, he played music on the mountain, attracting thousands of butterflies and animals to worship.  

The happy laughter of the high priest lingered in the mountains all day.  

The princess was also very happy to hear the music and came to talk to him. In her happy eyes, he saw his smile and expectation.  

In the days of apricot blossoms, he finally got his wish again and played music with the princess.  

But soon, the princess was not very happy, because his music needs to be improved. The power of peace is too sufficient and the power of attack is too short. In this way, it can only guard, not attack, which is also very disadvantageous.

So he often felt very distressed, in order to reach a higher level. I had to ask the high priest again, When the priest knew his mind, he said to him: "I've given you all my memories, and you've been learning very well. But I'm not as good as you in the feeling and understanding of music. Although you still lack in this aspect, I can't give you more. I know there's an old musician in the Terran. He participated in a battle, and his music helped in that battle He has destroyed many enemies and has a unique feeling of music. What he can do is unmatched by me. Now he lives on an island in the East. I can take you to see him and continue to study with him. Do you think it's good? "

As soon as he heard it, he was naturally happy. If he could change his shortcomings and go to a higher level, the princess would be more happy. So he went to an island in the East according to the high priest. Just when he arrived on the island, the high priest said not to let him wait here first. He will visit the retired Terran master alone first.

Unexpectedly, after the high priest set out, he didn't come back for a long time. He lived alone on the island for several days. He looked up at the sea. The sea was choppy and the waves came out. There was no other sound back to the island. The mountains were silent and the birds were singing like a sad song. In addition, there was no surging and noisy crowds of people below him that he could see on the mountain, This estimation made him more sad.

Since then, he couldn't help feeling the scenery and sighing, and improvised the music, which was full of sadness. Full of thoughts.

After several days like this, he was still alone on an isolated island, accompanied by the sea and birds all day. Naturally, his heart seemed to have changed and realized the feelings he had never felt before.

He continued to live on the island. Once he observed two Warcraft fighting on the island. This was something he could not feel when he lived in the mountains.

The light shines from the sky. The blue sky looks relaxed and happy. The blue sea makes people feel unspeakably refreshing. It almost completely ignores the murderous opportunities and bloody rain in the woods on the island.

A magic horse and a magic wolf are fighting here.

He watched the whole process, and finally felt as if the seeds of something had been planted at the bottom of his heart, and then slowly opened and broke through the soil.

He took out his flute and began to play between heaven and earth.

Listening to this song will make people feel a picture coming directly.

Ten thousand horses are galloping. Under the blue sky, the dark war horses are like terrible waves. They roar past one wave after another. On the vast grassland, they go crazy towards the front.

Behind these horses, thousands of wild wolves howled and chased after them, and Gray figures ran back and forth in the desolate grass. The ferocious face and gloomy white teeth make people shudder.

"Ao Ming..." ten thousand wolves roared, almost earth shaking.

He plays the flute, which is fast and fast.

The magic horse and the magic wolf, who had been exhausted in the battle, suddenly stood up one by one, stretched their limbs and raised their heads. The Magic Horse roared up to the sky, and the magic wolf was blown up. They sharpened their teeth, roared, waved their claws, and their eyes were ferocious and murderous, excited.

What is the voice of attack?

Peace of mind is due to the peace and attack of music. Naturally, it is also because the ambition in the heart of the player is aroused and the blood begins to boil.

Since then, he has been here every day to feel the changes between heaven and earth, get close to nature and constantly seek this inner experience. From then on, his musical talent and talent are even greater. In fact, the high priest asked him to seek a feeling in nature alone.  

Later, he looked at the sea. The sea was choppy. Looking back at the island, the mountains and forests were silent. Only birds were singing, touching the scenery and feeling. He felt it, sighed and improvised a song. The song is full of sadness.

Vaguely, it seems that heaven and earth are somewhat discolored and hurt, the waves are more turbulent, and the Warcraft birds around them also stop and stay around them. It seems that they are also infected by this song and become a little hurt.

Living on an isolated island, he keeps company with the sea and animals all day. His feelings have naturally changed, cultivated his mind and truly realized the essence of art, so as to create real handed down works.  

But after staying here for a long time, the high priest didn't come to pick him up.

He gradually felt a kind of unspeakable loneliness, but he also gradually understood the intention of the high priest, so he had no request to go back now, but concentrated on composing music here and feeling everything.

Until one day, it suddenly rained heavily. He enjoyed the rain in the house beside the island, listened to the pattering rain, and watched the vivid scene of the rain hitting the river. He began to play the music, but when he was in high spirits, he suddenly felt a strange trembling on the flute, which was a kind of telepathy, indicating that someone nearby was listening to his music.