Chapter 48

Three days passed quickly.

During this time, Qin Xuan often crossed his legs to practice on the cliff and often quenched his flesh under the waterfall and torrent. His life was very full.

This day is the day when old man Yunshan agreed to send Huoer to the ninth martial uncle to practice. Qin Xuan arrived there very early.

And Huoer was received by Mo Fei to the old man's cave.

Old man Yunshan looked at Qin Xuan and Huoer and said quite solemnly, "I told you in advance that whether to accept or not depends on her own opinions. I won't speak."

Qin Xuan nodded, which he naturally understood that accepting disciples was to value fate.

If fate doesn't come, I'm afraid I can't learn anything even if I forcibly return Huoer to ninth martial uncle.

Huoer is also a little lighter. She doesn't care so much about herself. As long as she can be with Qin Xuan, the rest is not important.

Seeing that both of them were quite open, old man Yunshan nodded admiringly and said, "let's go now."

With a wave of his big hand, a surging and soft yuan force broke away from him and entangled them.

Then they just felt the earth spinning, as if they were flying in the air, moving fast, and didn't need to spend the slightest real yuan.

"This is the strong people in the Yuan Dynasty. They can take people away so easily. If they have only one person, I'm afraid the speed will be more terrible!" Qin Xuan's heart turned sharply. This was the first time he felt the strength of Yuan mansion so close.

"Qin Xuan, do you know what is the biggest difference between Yuanfu and Kaiyuan?" The burning old man suddenly said.

Qin Xuan looked stunned and thought for a moment before he said, "Kaiyuan territory is to open the orifices of the whole body and become Kaiyuan, which greatly increases the number of real yuan, while Yuanfu territory is to break Yuandan and condense Yuanfu, which seems to increase the number of real yuan?"

"What you're talking about is just the most superficial thing." The burning old man said slowly, paused for a moment, and then said: "the opening of the yuan house in the yuan house is to communicate the will of heaven and earth and help yourself open the yuan house with the will of heaven and earth, that is to say, there is a trace of the will of heaven in the yuan house."

"The will of heaven is ethereal and elusive, so many people in the Yuan Dynasty have only average strength."

"But some people are very outstanding. One of the important points is the understanding of the will of the heavenly way. Of course, it is also related to the number of Yuan houses."

Qin Xuan seemed to understand the words of burning old man, but he didn't quite understand the specific meaning.

I feel that a thin layer of white paper blocks his thinking. As long as I pierce it, I can suddenly see the light.

During the period when Qin Xuan and Shao Lao communicated secretly, their bodies moved rapidly, like a light passing through the sky.

"Here we are."

Suddenly, the voice of old man Yunshan came from Qin Xuan's ear. He opened his eyes and saw a sea of flowers in full bloom.

Wisps of attractive flower fragrance floated out of the sea of flowers and passed into the three people's noses. They only felt refreshed and refreshed, and their bodies seemed to be much lighter.

"Is this the ninth martial uncle's cave of cultivation? It's so unique that she practices in the sea of flowers. It seems that she is also an expert in the world." Qin Xuan said to himself.

Old man Yunshan looked at Qin Xuan and Huoer and said faintly, "come with me. Remember not to talk later. This ninth martial uncle has a very strange temper."

Qin Xuan and Huoer looked stunned, but they soon seemed to figure out what to do. They looked at each other and smiled.

No wonder Yunshan old man and ninth martial uncle had such amorous feelings in the past. When two strange people are together, they will inevitably spark

Qin Xuan and Huoer followed Yunshan old man into the sea of flowers. They saw Yunshan old man leading the way in front and walking. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in front of them.

At that moment, countless flowers fell to the ground, and then floated with the wind. The scene was very spectacular.

Seeing this scene, old man Yunshan smiled bitterly in his heart and murmured, "it seems that you still won't forgive me."

To Qin Xuan's surprise and Huoer's surprise, the flowers all over the sky suddenly burst into crazy bloom. The light spread all over the earth like immortal light, which makes people unable to look directly.

After the light bloomed, the life of the flower seemed to have come to an end, began to wither and wither at a rapid speed, and fell powerlessly on the earth, which could not help but make people feel a little disappointed and lost.

"Master." Qin Xuan called old man Yunshan. I don't know why.

But he waved his hand and slowly raised his hand. A pure white Zhenyuan trend rushed to those withered flowers. The energy seemed to be mixed with a trace of life.

Wrapped in the energy of life, the withered flowers seem to glow out again, start to grow again and take root in the earth again.

For a time, space staged the alternation of life and death.

The flowers bloom in the sky, then wither and fall off, while those fallen flowers grow again and rejuvenate under the true yuan of Yunshan old man.

Qin Xuan finally understood the intention of ninth martial uncle. She wanted to express that her heart was dead, just like the withered flower, which once bloomed wildly.

However, it was fleeting and soon withered.

But Yunshan old man made those flowers reborn. Maybe he wanted to melt the frozen heart of ninth martial uncle and move her with his heart.

Thinking of this, Qin Xuan looked at the old man Yunshan and looked at the old man who was not very tall. There was a trace of heartache in his heart.

Master, I'm afraid he hasn't been happy these years. He practices alone, but his beloved is not far away. Isn't this a kind of suffering for him?

"Come in."

A slightly soft voice floated from the depths of the sea of flowers, which made the old man Yunshan's face suddenly show a look of joy.

He turned excitedly, looked at Qin Xuan and Huoer and said, "go!"

Then Qin Xuan and Huoer were wrapped by a real yuan, and their bodies were out of control again. They were directly dragged away by the old man Yunshan.

Qin Xuan was in a state of bewilderment. Why does the master sometimes look like a child? Even if he wants to see martial uncle nine, he doesn't have to be in such a hurry?

Soon, the three came to the end of the sea of flowers, and there were melodious piano sounds in their ears. The piano sounds were gentle and beautiful, just like the sound of nature, calming people's mind.

As they walked forward, they looked ahead and found that there was a winding stream flowing down from a high place not far away, like a vertical white silk thread.

Qin Xuan looked down and found that there was a figure in plain clothes playing the piano at the downstream of the stream.

The eyesight of the warrior is amazing. With the help of blue pupil, Qin Xuan has amazing eyesight. He can clearly see everything there.

I saw the plain shadow with low eyebrows and hands, playing slowly, with his eyes slightly closed, as if immersed in the melodious sound of the piano. This scene is quite artistic conception.

Qin Xuan looked at the old man of Yunshan again, but was surprised to find that he sat down directly cross legged. He also closed his eyes and seemed to be listening to the sound of the piano.

"Huoer, we also listen carefully to the sound of the piano, which may be helpful to our state of mind." Qin Xuan said to Huoer.

Then Qin Xuan and Huoer also sat on the ground and closed their eyes to listen to the continuous sound of the piano.

When one person is drunk, everyone is drunk, and I wake up alone. These are the two extremes of drinking.

One person plays the piano for a long time, and three or two people listen, but it is also the beauty of the piano sound.

Qin Xuan closed his eyes and didn't use the slightest real yuan. He just felt the sound of the piano carefully with his heart.

At first, Qin Xuan didn't understand what the piano sound meant. Later, as the rhythm of the piano sound became faster and faster, it was as crisp as jade beads falling on the plate, and he gradually felt it.

The sound of the piano seems to tell a story, the story of a couple of lovers.

The sound of the piano began when they began to fall in love. They experienced many waves of torture and difficulties, but they got unprecedented happiness. At that time, the rhythm of the piano was also the fastest.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Qin Xuan seemed to be beating happily in every pore of his body, as if he was excited because he was enjoying this wonderful music.

At this moment, he forgot the world and everything around him. The only thing that accompanied him was the constant sound of the piano.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's heart suddenly trembled, and there were bursts of sword screams in his ears.

Howling like a tiger or a dragon, roaring heaven and earth and shaking the sky.

Who is dancing the sword?

But Qin Xuan didn't open his eyes. If he opened his eyes, it would be difficult for him to understand the artistic conception.

At this moment, the sound of the piano is floating between heaven and earth, gently and melodious, as clear as a warbler's cry, as loud as a spring, and as sonorous as a knife and gun. The sound of the piano is constantly changing, telling stories and making people feel thousands of feelings.

The sound of the sword roared in the room seemed to be in harmony with the sound of the piano. Qin Xuan judged that the sword dancer should be in his youth, brilliant and magnificent.

The artistic conception contained in the sound of Swords is so broad. Each sword is as pleasant as a dragon's chant, which makes people feel masculine and exciting, and even want to dance with a sword.

For a long time, the sound of the piano gradually weakened. It seems that the player has no intention to play. The melody is full of sadness and melancholy, which makes the listener feel a little lost.

At this time, the sound of the sword is not as noble and righteous as before, but there is some desire to speak and stop. The sword of suffering is intended to be among them.

Finally, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, the sword was in the sheath and no longer danced, and the world returned to tranquility.

However, even if the sword falls at the end of the song, its meaning is still not unique, and Qin Xuan has not yet walked out of that artistic conception.

For a moment, Qin Xuan felt that there was a sign of breakthrough in his body and shouted angrily in his heart. Zhenyuan torrent kept rushing into the stars on the star map.

Only a light sound was heard, the stars were broken, and the light on the star map was strong again.

Qin Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, sparking with excitement.

I didn't expect that just listening to the sound of the piano and the roar of the sword would break the environment. It's just natural.

But he knew in his heart that it was the sound of the piano that made him forget everything around him and didn't deliberately think of practicing.

He just simply felt the artistic conception, felt it, let it go, and unknowingly broke the environment.