After long periods of drought, rain must come. The empire, which had been peaceful for hundreds of years, set off a storm on this day.
The Holy Son of the Holy Fire Palace died, Huo Yan died and his Tao disappeared, and Wen Qiange, who was invincible in the Tao realm, was injured and went into seclusion.
Everything that has happened recently is simply appalling.
What is even more incredible is that the powerful demon who showed his tyrannical strength actually came for a young man?
The city was full of wind and rain, making people panic. The three major forces in the imperial city closed their doors, and the strong men of the royal family were waiting for help. The bustling streets suddenly became deserted.
However, the source of all this points to one person.
Rumor has it that he is a disciple of Mr. Qin. He can climb the mountain without falling at every step. He is number one in the Ten Thousand Flowers Festival. He has a terrifying talent and is unparalleled in terms of understanding.
In this way, Lin Zixuan's name once again became famous all over the world.
The Tao is one foot high and the devil is ten feet high. Compared with the Fenghua descendants, the battle at the Fengyun Night Banquet shocked many powerful people. What kind of existence can cast such a terrifying spell?
It seems that with just one thought, all living beings can be destroyed.
Dark clouds were threatening to destroy the city, and the world understood that a peaceful and peaceful era had passed, and soon a real storm would sweep across the empire.
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Tianyuan College, the top of Purple Peak.
The misty clouds and smoke were suddenly far away and now close, and seemed to be far away, vaguely, as if there were layers of light veil covering a palace.
Everyone looked up with solemn expressions. Among them, a young man with an impressive appearance was holding a folding fan. His eyes were full of energy and he was staring at the area with a look of awe.
The ancient palace exudes a mysterious atmosphere, and there are several statues of strange beasts standing in front of the palace, guarding the door.
"clang……"
The sonorous and powerful bell rang, and an extremely terrifying sound wave swept out, sweeping past in front of the palace, causing everyone standing upright to shake.
"Come in." A cold and majestic voice appeared immediately, and everyone was delighted. Then, an unpredictable force suddenly appeared in the vast world.
I saw a statue that seemed to have come to life, spitting out bright radiance, as if communicating with heaven and earth, and opening up a purple portal in the void. As everyone stared, they stepped into it one after another. Only the prince's eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.
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Zifeng Xingluo Hall is the residence of Xiao Yunshan, the dean of the college. It is said that Xingluo Hall contains everything. On a full moon night, there are stars falling above the hall and the sky is filled with stars.
What is even more mysterious is that when the astrolabe rotates, there will be a vast coercion between heaven and earth covering all parts of Zifeng, and everyone will see a vague fairy shadow, hazy and extremely gorgeous.
No one knows the reason. They only know that practicing under the stars on this day will get twice the result with half the effort.
At this time, there was a figure sitting cross-legged in the Xingluo Hall, closing his eyes and concentrating.
An illusion appeared around him, with countless terrifying dark tribulation lights penetrating down and striking the prostrate dragon. The huge holy beast was covered in flesh and blood and roared to the sky.
"Senior brother." Wen Qiange walked straight up with the prince. Xiao Yunshan opened his eyes and looked at the person who arrived, with a solemn expression.
"The royal family will suffer a calamity." Xiao Yunshan said: "Yinghuo Shouxin."
Wen Qiange suddenly became extremely heavy, "Is there any solution?"
Xiao Yunshan shook his head: "Three stars are on the line, because of the misfortune of Yin Jiu. The fate of the royal family has been exhausted. I have exhausted my whole life and used astrology to deduce, but I can't change the outcome of the hexagram no matter what. This storm is inevitable. The royal family is in the disaster."
Rebirth or destruction depends entirely on oneself."
"Could it be related to that demon?" Wen Qiange's eyes flashed and he guessed.
"No, the Tianyuan Sect's disaster was just an internal intensification of the hostility." At this point, he looked dimly and thought of someone.
"The master is pedantic and cannot take on big responsibilities." Wen Qiange flashed a sharp edge. Back then, the two of them worshiped him as their master and humbly sought the truth. Their relationship was so deep, but in the end they still disagreed and parted ways.
"Is that little guy okay?" Xiao Yunshan sighed. When he rescued him, he thought he would die, but unexpectedly he survived the catastrophe. What a miracle.
"This boy has great talent, but he has some secrets that even I can't see through." Wen Qiange spoke, his eyes dim, and there was still no way to avoid this disaster.
"The prince is also a dragon among men." Xiao Yunshan looked at the elegant young man with some admiration in his eyes.
"Sir, that's ridiculous. There are people out there. I'm just a genius in a corner. I don't count." The prince replied with a salute.
Xiao Yunshan waved his hand and said nothing more.
"I will take action when the palace is in danger." After a moment of silence, Xiao Yunshan said.
"Thank you, senior brother." Wen Qiange thanked him and took the prince down the mountain.
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In a garden in Xuefeng, a man from the outside world was playing the strings of the piano with his fingertips. The sound of the piano poured out like the sounds of nature, which seemed to make people feel peaceful and peaceful.
"Are you willing to come back?" The man in white clothes fluttered, his voice was very soft, and there was a bit of relief in the anger.
"The two-year period has come, and I will live up to Master's expectations." Lin Zixuan bowed forward and looked at the figure. He, who had always been strong, felt a little moist at the corners of his eyes.
"A man doesn't shed tears lightly. You have to remember that no matter what happens, you have to remain calm and don't be overjoyed." The man from Chuchen criticized.
Next to the guqin, Qin Yuchen is dressed in white, with an outstanding temperament, and a jade tree stands in the wind.
"Come, let me see if your piano skills have improved in the past two years?" Mr. Qin's three fingers slid among the strings, and the melodious music slowly came out.
Lin Zixuan stared at him, a smile appeared in his clean eyes, and he slowly said: "Master, please give me some advice."
Lin Zixuan placed the Fuxi Qin in front of him, sat down cross-legged, and plucked with his fingertips. The strings trembled, and the music lingered in his ears.
The melodious sound of the piano makes people feel as if they are immersed in the artistic conception. The young man is lonely, not liked by outsiders, walks alone, and is incompatible with the world.
The notes jumped, the sound of the piano became sharper, and the low tune gradually became cheerful, like an exciting movement, with the feeling of rising into the sky.
Although he has been buried and buried to no avail, he can still rise to the sky every night, stand out as a young man, climb mountains, worship famous teachers, fearless of life and death, and compete with the sky.
The sound of the piano gradually became louder, and the notes shot through the air one after another, like drums at dusk and bells in the morning, resounding through the sky, as if a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers was slowly unfolding between heaven and earth.
The young man spreads his wings like a Kunpeng, packs food and rides a horse, sweeping away the enemy bandits among the thousands of troops. At the grand gathering of thousands of flowers, many famous people are impressed by him. The young man becomes arrogant and wants to compete with God.
With a twist of the fingertips, the sound of the piano trembles, and the dancing melody is like a heroic performance song, which is exciting. Everyone seems to be witnessing a young man with great ambitions, stepping on mountains and rivers, holding a sword to the end of the world.
Mr. Qin's eyes narrowed, and his heart was filled with waves. He didn't expect that this boy's talent was so evil, and that he had such a high attainment in piano music.
"Is there a sequel to this song?" Mr. Qin couldn't help but ask. He believed that this exciting and magnificent piano sound should be more than that.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Lin Zixuan smiled awkwardly. This song was inspired by his feelings and tells about his past. As for the future, it is still very far away.
"Good, if it is too strong, it will break; if it is too soft, it will become weak. As you practice, remember that hardness and softness go hand in hand, and the same goes for the sound of the piano."
Lin Zixuan was deep in thought, the sound of the piano was high-pitched and fierce, melodious and languid. Only by rising and falling can it become an eternal movement.
Mr. Qin nodded. He looked at the setting sun in the sky, with some sadness in his eyes. In recent days, the college has become tense and chaotic, and even he felt uneasy. Is the world going to change?
In the Yin Jiu disaster, the year of disaster, the empire will indeed be doomed as predicted by the celestial phenomena. When the time comes, how can they, the commanders, be able to deal with it calmly?