Chapter 802 I Also Want to Live This Kind of Life
The sound of the old man Sui Han's piano aroused the endless sympathy of other old men.
They all had an inexplicable sense of grief and indignation in their hearts. Listening to the melodious sound of the piano, they sighed with emotion at the immortal heart, which is so noble and elegant, without dirt.
People like myself just want to be quiet, why do these people always refuse to let me go?
Not only the Seven Friends of Huawai, but even Mr. Tianji.
Sui Hansou loves playing the piano the most, and his piano skills are unparalleled in the world. What's more, he has the highest cultivation level, almost reaching the state of transformation. Now when he plays the piano, he also injects his understanding of the great way of heaven and earth into the piano, turning into rhythms flying between heaven and earth.
Under this deep and endless sound of the piano, which coincides with the laws of heaven and earth, no one can resist the artistic conception in his sound, let alone Mr. Tianji. He even felt the state of mind of the seven friends from the outside world in the sound of the piano, and also felt their disappointment and grief towards him.
He turned around and looked at Fang Yuan, trying to persuade Fang Yuan to leave.
People like myself in the world of mortals, just roll around in the world of mortals, don't disturb the state of mind of the master.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the chessboard, motionless.
He can feel the state in the sound of the zither, and even this state makes him very envious. He also wants to be in the state described by the sound of the qin, hold a book, cook a pot of wine, and be at ease.
But he can't!
He could hear the grief and indignation in the sound of the piano, but he also felt dissatisfied in his heart.
That's why he killed Long Jiansou!
Lord Xuanming must be brought back, otherwise, the speed of the perfect circle of the nine heavens will be slowed down for how long, but now, there is only less than nineteen years before the catastrophe comes, and there is too little time to set aside a large formation.
At that time, in the first bet, Fang Yuan had already won the bet against Lord Xuanming and controlled his destiny, but at this time, Long Jiansou was the first to stand up and disrupt the situation, forcing Fang Yuan to bet with him on the way of swords in exchange for Lord Xuanming staying in the snow field.
...Because he was unreasonable, Fang Yuan beheaded him with a sword!
After beheading Long Jiansou, this gamble can no longer be compromised.
Fang Yuan was silently thinking about how to win this bet.
He has comprehended 90% of the heavenly skills, comprehended all the immemorial magic chapters, and his comprehension of the Dao is almost comparable to that of the masters of the great sages. After comprehending these things, perhaps he can learn anything with half the effort, but this does not mean that he can succeed without learning. For him, the time on the road of practice is too short. He has so many things he wants to learn, but he has never had the chance to learn.
Just like rhythm, he doesn't know anything about it.
Maybe he is not as good as playing a blind man's piano on the street, or he is not as good as randomly finding a pipa beginner in a brothel. How can he bet against the unparalleled old Suihan in this rhythm?
But Fang Yuan thought silently in his heart, still unwilling to give up.
Seeing him not moving, all the cultivators knew in their hearts that Fang Yuan was not sure, so they laughed a little.
By this time, Fang Yuan could already admit defeat.
It's just that Fang Yuan didn't force them when they refused to admit defeat just now, so it's not easy for them to force Fang Yuan.
What they hope now is that Fang Yuan takes the initiative to admit defeat together in this rhythm, so that everyone will save each other's face and retreat separately. They will not pursue Fang Yuan's killing of Long Jiansou, and Fang Yuan will not mention other bets...
The sound of the piano is clear and tinkling. Now the artistic conception in the sound of the piano has changed again, and it is another empty state of mind. It seems that the people who play the piano do not want to be stained by the sadness and anger, but they still change back. What they want is only peace and quiet. They only want to let the person who has dirty the snow around them leave.
At this moment, Fang Yuan sighed softly.
He stood up, flicked his sleeves lightly, a golden toad appeared in the green air, the toad opened its mouth wide, Fang Yuan's thoughts moved, and then he saw something flying out of the toad's mouth, when all the cultivators looked at it together, they couldn't help being stunned, but what flew out of the toad's mouth was a big black drum, simple and ordinary, without any elegance at all.
He actually wants to fight?
All the cultivators were stunned, unable to laugh or cry.
What's more, is it using the simplest musical instrument such as a drum to challenge Sui Han's unparalleled piano sound?
Even Mr. Tianji felt a little embarrassed and wanted to persuade Fang Yuan to stop.
Just think that this trip was in vain, and go back to Yilou, and then think of a way!
But Fang Yuan was very serious, he stood the big drum in front of him, held two soy hammers, and did not move. This serious appearance made it difficult for Mr. Tianji to disturb him, so he could only watch from the side, hoping that in this contest, the loss would not be too ugly...
The sound of the zither changed again, it seemed to be a bit teasing, and Fang Yuan was advised to stop.
The girls in red clothes next to them were already giggling and pointing at Fang Yuan.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly held a big mallet and struck heavily on the drum.
"Boom!"
"Dong dong huh huh!"
"Boom boom boom!"
The sound of the drums was monotonous and dull, completely different from the clear and clear changes of the sound of the piano, but Fang Yuan circulated his mana and pounded heavily, but the sound was powerful and vibrating all over the world. Every sound seemed to be beating on the heart of a person, causing the blood to flow quickly...
Sui Han's face changed slightly, his mana was running, his fingers were flying, and the sound of the zither was changing, like an invisible world, covering everyone inside. Between the sky and the earth, the stars change, the wind and clouds flow, everything in the world becomes small, and all disputes are like a joke in front of this eternity. Only this world, only that realm, exists forever, looking down on the world!
But under the sound of the piano, the sound of the drum is still going on!
Fang Yuan's beating of the drum was also very simple, but his face was firm, he was not in a hurry, and he beat slowly.
His magic power is not as good as Sui Hansou's, his rhythm is not as good as Sui Hansou's, and this animal skin drum is not as good as Sui Hansou's Xuanbing Xianqin.
But the sound of the drum sounded heavily, but there was the meaning of endless iron and blood killing.
Mr. Tianji's expression gradually changed, and he could hear the sound of He drum that Fang Yuan was beating.
That's the drum of war at the Devil's Edge!
When the demon border soldiers fought bloody battles and rushed towards the endless dark creatures, they were accompanied by the sound of such drums.
Together with the sound of drums, we are ready for death.
The drums beat together, killing demons and demons.
With the sound of the drums, I don't know if there will be a return, but I hope the blood in my heart will not be cold!
All the old people in the venue couldn't smile anymore.
Even those children in red clothes couldn't laugh at this moment.
Fang Yuan had personally experienced the battlefield of the Devil's Edge, seen the scene of thousands of armies fighting, and seen the densely packed, almost desperate dark creatures. Therefore, from the sound of his drums, all the cultivators seemed to have seen the large army fighting against the dark creatures. During the fight, they didn't know when they were swallowed by the dark creatures, and they didn't know how many of their comrades were left after a charge...
These soldiers on the edge of the devil, how do they know what is quiet and elegant, and how do they know what wonderful rhythm!
They only know that when the drum beats, it's time to fight!
Regardless of life or death, regardless of injury or illness, the only thing that accompanies me is the sound of drums.
Fang Yuan has just returned from the Devil's Edge. He has experienced the fighting and despair between the Devil's Edge and the Demon Realm, and he is full of war and murderous aura.
Now this murderous aura is transmitted in the sound of drums, shaking the world.
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"clank……"
Sui Han's piano sound suddenly became chaotic.
His qin is a good qin, his qin skills are unparalleled, his state of mind is pure, and his magic power even exceeds that of Fang Yuan.
However, under the impact of Fang Yuan's drumbeat and the impact of the iron-blood artistic conception, the elegant meaning contained in his piano sound was suddenly torn apart by the impact, like no matter how white and flawless ice and snow suddenly poured hot blood, this ice and snow will melt, and it will also become bloody, dirty, and ugly, like the most miserable and ugly existence in the world...
Elegant and elegant, your life is gone, you elegant ass!
Sui Han's hand playing the qin suddenly stopped, and the melodious sound of the qin stopped abruptly.
No matter how high his cultivation base and piano skills are, he will not be able to continue playing at this time.
Because his heart has been disturbed.
So he also stopped the sound of the piano, turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, and listened to the monotonous and dull drum sound with the others.
There is no white snow on the mountains, no clear dew on the weeping willows in this drum, only iron and blood, wind and sand!
Lord Xuanming listened to the sound of the drum, the sadness and indignation on his face gradually receded, and there was only desolation. Xing Luosou sighed in a low voice, and threw away the chess pieces in his hands. The idiot and the old Zhangsman no longer pretended to continue looking at the green energy talisman, but turned around. Although there was helplessness on their faces, it was more self-deprecating.
Mr. Tianji suddenly showed a smile on his face, and Lao Huai was relieved.
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"Boom..."
After Fang Yuan beat the drum for the last time, he turned around.
The sound of the drums is melodious and condensed, as if it is going to spread to the horizon and spread all over the world.
Fang Yuan took the drumsticks away, saluted Sui Han slowly, and said, "Senior, I actually don't know the rhythm!"
Sui Han also kept silent, put away the qin on his lap, then slowly got up, greeted Fang Yuan, and sighed: "I can tell that you really don't understand rhythm, even these few drum beats are just imitating, but this bet..."
He was silent for a long time before saying, "You won!"
All the old people around turned pale and disheartened, and saluted Fang Yuan in unison.
No matter who it is, everyone can tell that Fang Yuan is no match for old man Sui Han in terms of rhythm, but Fang Yuan did win the bet just now, and old man Sui Han's artistic conception may be higher than Fang Yuan's, but Fang Yuan's will in the sound of drums, the real meaning of iron and blood on the battlefield, is something that no one can suppress. That kind of rhythm is simple and primitive, but it is the most important thing.
They still had a lot of excuses, such as the chess game was not finished, there were many kinds of talismans and so on.
But at this moment, following Sui Hanshou's words, no one made any excuses and just admitted defeat.
"Seven friends from Huawai, lost in the hands of the little friend today, if you want to kill or cut, you can do it!"
Sui Han said softly, his expression unchanged.
With his cultivation base, if he doesn't admit defeat, who can force him?
If he wants to leave, who can keep him?
But he was still frank and frank, and said this without any complaints.
"The juniors don't want to mention the word killing anymore!"
Fang Yuan bowed to the six old men, and said: "I just want to invite the six seniors to abandon this fairyland and enter the world again!"
The six old men looked at each other and sighed. They had already guessed what Fang Yuan was thinking. It was just that they were a little confused when they saw Fang Yuan wielding his sword and beheading the old man Long Jian. So when they gave up just now, they really thought that Fang Yuan would want the heads of the six of them, but they didn't expect that what Fang Yuan did was still just what they thought, but it made them feel a little emotional.
"If there is such a day, the catastrophe will never come again, and the world will be peaceful..."
Fang Yuan suddenly spoke at this time, looking at the six of them: "...I actually want to live this kind of life the most!"