In the past, there was the Fuxi family who composed the harp, and now there is the Zhurong family who composed the music.

It is a testimony that mankind becomes stronger in suffering.

There is a saying in Confucianism: Only by being honest can one know etiquette.

Only those who have escaped hunger and cold will have the heart to pursue these spiritual achievements.

And sound is also an important part of nature and the great road.

The method Tian Ying practiced herself, "Nine Shao Feiling Ling Climbing Immortal Technique", itself is to use sound to transform swords and use swords to spread Tao.

Nowadays, it is a great way to directly point to the origin of music.

After all, she is not as talented in swordsmanship as her brother Tian Yong.

It's a pity that excellent swordsmanship does not mean spiritual talent.

Although Tian Ying's cultivation progress is slow, she can achieve immortality step by step by practicing according to the law.

The Nine Swords of Heavenly Sound followed the chariot forward, emitting a series of Heavenly Sounds, and landed in the square in front of the altar.

In addition to the main seats of Zhu Rong, Chang Qin and Bu Ting Hu Yu, there are more than ten seats on both sides.

These are specially prepared for Le Feng Guan.

Naturally, Tian Ying's position is among them, and she is the one closest to Changqin.

Lingqing and the people from the Youyin tribe landed in the stands on the left side of the square.

This is a place specially prepared for the Lefengguan tribe.

Prince Changqin looked at Tian Ying who had arrived, nodded with a smile, and did not even look at the others.

Zhu Rong took another look when he saw Ling Qing.

Then he looked at Tian Ying, who was sitting in Le Fengguan's seat, and immediately saw the details of the two of them.

However, he didn't say anything. After all, the Rain Master, who was also under the command of Emperor Yan, was a talented shaman who switched to practicing Qi Refining.

Now his cultivation is no worse than his own.

The two of them had also communicated, and he could see the excellence of Qi Refining Dao.

Although the man in front of me has obviously found his way and is only one step away from becoming an immortal, he is not after all.

Moreover, there are many Qi refiners coming this time.

Although none of them are as good as the people in front of me, there are many talented people.

After Tian Ying sat down, one after another Le Fengguan also came.

There was also a dense crowd of people gathered under the stage.

Seeing this, Zhu Rong started the sacrifice in front of the main hall. He led Changqin and Bu Tinghu Yu to the altar and started the sacrifice.

And the people under the altar were either singing, dancing, scattering grain, or...

Each performed sacrifices according to the rituals of the Gezi tribe.

As the ceremony progresses, sounds from all over the world seem to be converging here.

Elegant, noisy, grand, subtle, everything seems to surround everyone's ears.

On the altar, the sound of the piano gathered together like a blazing flame, playing a survival movement of beasts neighing and crops growing.

When the ceremony was over, the Prince's Changqin was played into the air, and the blazing flames turned into a piece of music and hung on the altar.

Zhu Rong turned around and announced to the heaven and earth: "The glorious chapter of the prosperous age and the grand ceremony of music and style have officially begun!"

With a crash, the entire Zhurong City almost boiled.

All kinds of vocal music and cheers sounded.

After that, there were performances by each musician.

Most of them use musical instruments, sounds, and dance to express their emotions and the development of the tribe.

Under the command and commentary of Zhu Rong and a group of music officials, these sounds turned into pieces of music scores floating above the square.

For some pieces of music with the same meaning and style, they brought the creators and performers together so that they could learn from each other.

Finally, they may be combined into one piece of music named after two or more parties, and it is included in the music score on the altar.

Or they each had new insights, combined the strengths of each group, and derived different musical scores, which were also included.

In this continuous playing, commenting, and creation, all the musicians' understanding of the melody has improved by leaps and bounds.

A witch can touch heaven and earth.

When a spiritual wizard completely lets go of his own feelings, information from heaven and earth will surge in like a tidal wave.

The more information it senses, the more powerful the witch will be.

The current musical style ceremony, under the guidance of the great wizard Zhu Rong, has brought together almost all the rules and information related to sounds, melodies, dances, musical instruments, etc. in the world.

In this extreme sea of ​​rule information, anyone who is talented in this area can let go of their own perception and find rule information that suits them.

Similarly, because of his existence, he can also turn the rules and information abandoned by the witches into flames.

It doesn't bother the witches that they can't digest the information.

As the ceremony continued, even people who were originally interested in music and melody but had no foundation in it all had some more melodies of their own in their minds.

After they played it in various ways, they would also gather in the square.

Each melody is not a collection of separate sounds, but contains the experiences and feelings of a person or a tribe.

In Lingqing's opinion, the power generated by the aura of the creature itself is just a little bit of aura.

Every bit of aura shines with a person's voice and the rise and fall of a tribe.

And all the auras gathered together are equivalent to a world.

In this world, no matter how the aura changes, it has whatever meaning it has.

They, or rather it, all have the most fundamental and real point.

The light it emits is not brilliant, but it is so real.

"This is the aura, this is the spirit!" Ling Qing murmured and slowly closed his eyes.

His various practices came to mind one by one.

The light of the talisman is the interaction between the talisman and the heaven and earth. There is a little spiritual light shining in it, which is the foundation of its existence.

The bloodline of the beast contains the information of its inheritance, but this information is also the aura generated by the existence of the beast and its interaction with the heaven and earth.

Star-like spiritual gods were born from human beings' prayers and worship. When people place their spiritual feelings on the heaven and earth, they collide with each other and slowly begin to emit their own brilliance.

The round and ever-changing elf insect, the clear spiritual root that makes all things sound, the red lotus fire that burns evil, the immortal qi that kills by God's will, the spiritual treasure light that transforms all kinds of weapons, and the Hunyuan Dan that melts sand and makes gold.

All phenomena have receded, leaving only a little light.

Thousands of circulations are as brilliant as the stars, and the light shines like fireworks.

Lingqing's soul, spiritual consciousness and me gradually melted into it, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

Little bits of spiritual light slowly condensed with me as the core, emitting rounds of round light.

In every round of light, a kind of Tao is revealed.

Tao and Tao are combined and derive a single world from each other.

The world merged with the world, gradually turning into nine rounds of round light, hanging in Lingqing's heart.

Seven of the rounds are complete, but two are still lacking three points of fire.

He knew that he had reached his limit at this time.

After all, Emperor Miaofa and Emperor Miaowu were transformed not long ago, and their growth was not enough.

As Ling Qing opened his eyes, rounds of round light spread out behind his head.

Shining around, the music scores floating in the square almost turned into spiritual light and flowed into the back of his head.

Zhu Rong glanced at him, his eyes flashed with fire, and the music scores in the square started to burn.
Chapter completed!