Chapter 52 The Eight Songs of Soul Heaven (2) Second Update
"It's been half a year, and I still haven't been able to break through to the level of a fourth-level swordsman. What's wrong!" After more than half a year of adapting, although Chu Xiaohui can't say that he can use his own cultivation freely, he is not far behind.
, after all, he suddenly jumped ten levels, from a useless person who could not practice Taoism to a cultivator with a third-level swordsman training. It is estimated that this situation has never happened in the history of China mainland.
Although he was groping and practicing constantly, hoping to reach the level of a fourth-level swordsman as soon as possible, six months later, there was still no progress at all, which made him feel a little puzzled. Before, he was invincible.
He usually rose to level ten in half a day, but now he has not broken through level one in half a year. This has caused his full self-confidence to be drained away without even realizing it.
"Qing Shang, if it weren't for you, I would still be a waste ridiculed by everyone. It was you who changed my life. I don't know how to thank you. Maybe playing beautiful music is a way of thanking you.
!" "Ding,," said Chu Xiaohui, who pulled Chu Xiaohui back from melancholy. He stared at Qing Shang in his arms, and bursts of gratitude could not help but appear in his heart.
Chu Xiaohui did as he said, leaning against a tree, holding Qingshang in his hand, and started playing with his right hand. Before, after he had a grudge with Piao Rushuang and the others in the bamboo forest, he was almost no longer in Jinglan.
I played outside the pavilion. Since I reached the level of a third-level swordsman, I have focused all my attention on improving my realm. I have less contact with Qingshang. I finally came out to take a breath today in order to vent.
After feeling the depression accumulated in my chest for more than half a year, I had no choice but to carry Qingshang with me to this forest.
"A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and all the other grasses are withered. If there is no breeze, for whom will the fragrance come out?"
Thinking of his own life experience, Chu Xiaohui felt confused for a while in his heart. His eyes with a faint light gradually closed his eyes along with the beautiful melody, and there was a faint sense of desolation in the music.
, even the birds in the forest can't help but sing and mourn.
"Zi,,"
Suddenly, at this moment, one purple, one white, and two strange lights burst out from Qing Shang. These two strange lights slowly circled above Qing Shang, and when the sound of the piano played, a wave of sound sounded like mountain water.
At this time, the two strange lights also accelerated and circled, so dazzling and charming.
"There seems to be something!"
Just as Chu Xiaohui himself was gradually immersed in the atmosphere he had created, he suddenly noticed that his left hand seemed to have touched something bumpy. He couldn't help being slightly startled. The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
He quickly turned Qingshang over.
"Huntian Baqu,"
The moment Chu Xiaohui turned it over, he was attracted by the several fonts lined up in front of him, with vigorous and powerful strokes. The top of the piano body was inlaid with light words like a dragon or a phoenix.
Four big characters, my heart was suddenly shocked.