Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty One: Emperor Bing Chunlei, Qin Demons and Ghosts, No One in Contemporary Qin Dao

.. A thunderbolt suddenly landed in the sky, turning into a azure blue guqin like a crystal.

There are seven strings on the qin, which is brilliant and extraordinary.

"The name of this piano is... Chunlei!"

Imperial soldiers, spring thunder!

Immediately after the voice of the head of the Ji family fell, all the qin cultivators turned their attention to the guqin, with an uncontrollable frenzy in their eyes.

"This is the Imperial Soldier, and it really is extraordinary."

"It is rumored that when this qin appeared, dark clouds covered the sun and thunder continued for three days. Is that why it was named Chunlei?"

"Spring thunder, the thunder of spring birth, is magnificent, and has the meaning of nurturing all things."

All the Qin Xiu stared at the Emperor Soldier Chunlei, eager to touch him.

It's just that the three presidents of the Lyre Club are waiting there, giving them ten courage, and they will never dare to make trouble.

"The imperial soldiers have appeared, and now is the time for you to show yourselves and gain the approval of the imperial soldiers, please."

The Sect Master Phantom said lightly.

Their three major presidents have already tried it, and no one can get the approval of this imperial soldier.

Even because of the ownership of this imperial soldier, a big fight was held, so this Wanqin banquet was held, and the emperor soldier Chunlei was allowed to choose his own master.

"Since the Qin Dao Emperor Soldier, if you want to make him recognize the master, you must have the corresponding Qin Dao cultivation base. I will come first."

A white-robed pianist took a step forward, took out a guqin, plucked it with his fingers, and quickly played the sound, hoping to gain the approval of the imperial soldiers.

But no matter how he played, the Emperor Soldier Chunlei remained motionless.

The white-robed qin master was unwilling to give up, and kept playing with his ten fingers, until the strings were torn apart and his fingers did not notice, like a madman.

Qin Dao emperor soldiers are too rare, and even more precious to monks who specialize in Qin Dao.

Now, this treasure is in front of the white-robed qin master, how could he give up so willingly?

"Your piano cultivation is simply not enough."

At this moment, Jian Changfeng from the Sword Clan said lightly, and when he raised his hand, a majestic spiritual force erupted, and the white-robed pianist flew out on the spot.

The white-robed qin master fell to the ground, and when he just wanted to stand up to resist, a cold sword intent locked on him, like a basin of cold water pouring down his head, which made him wake up and looked at Jian Changfeng, who was the arrogance of the sword clan. , dare not make any mistakes.

He glanced at the Chunlei, and knew that this imperial soldier had nothing to do with him at all.

Jian Changfeng ignored the white-robed qin master, looked at Chun Lei in front of him and said lightly, "This imperial soldier must have been prepared for me.

Then, he took off the black guqin from his back and started to play it across his knees.

He is known as the sword and the sword, and the sound of his piano is just like his sword, full of icy aura.

The sound of the violin is splendid, bursting out with the sound of gold and iron.

It was as if there were thousands of troops charging and colliding in front of the crowd.

"Good sound! Good technique!"

A pianist's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Everyone looked at the Emperor Soldier Chunlei, only to see the Emperor Soldier trembling slightly, but then there was no movement.

Jian Changfeng frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that this would not be recognized by the imperial soldiers.

"As expected of an imperial soldier, but today I have to get you!"

Jian Changfeng snorted coldly, and then plucked with ten fingers, and the rhythm of the piano sound rose again.

"Let's start together."

"One round after another, I don't know when to wait."

"If you want to be recognized by the imperial soldiers, it's up to you to do your best!"

The many piano repairers present couldn't hold it any longer, they took out the guqin one by one and started playing.

Li Changyin, Yang Xiyun, Ji Xiaoyao and other Qindao geniuses are no exception.

For a time, there were countless piano sounds echoing in the entire square, and various Taoist rhymes filled the sky.

Ten thousand strings dance in unison, ten thousand qin sings in unison.

All the piano cultivators are performing their own piano rhythm, trying to attract the imperial soldiers.

Among them, there are a few strands of piano sounds that are the most obvious.

Except for the sound of Jian Changfeng.

Li Changyin and other Tianjiao in Qixiancheng are even more outstanding.

Among them, Li Changyin's piano sounds are a bit psychedelic, like a cloud in the sky, high and distant.

Yang Xiyun of Xiyinmen is also very extraordinary. Compared with the affectionate piece she played in Yunxuan Pavilion a few days ago, the piece she plays today is like a mountain and flowing water, majestic and atmospheric, with a profound artistic conception, and it is endless. , like a long scroll of landscape, unfolding slowly.

On the other side, the petite Ji Xiao Yao was holding a guqin, but the sound she played was sonorous and powerful. Every sound seemed to have used up all her strength, bursting out with a sense of grandeur. It was Ji. The family's heritage famous song, Haoran song.

Most of the qin repairs' qin tones were suppressed by the qin's tones of these geniuses.

There were even musicians who were disrupted by the rhythm and did not know how to play at all.

It's just that no matter how hard all Qin Xiu tried, he couldn't resonate with Emperor Chunlei, let alone make him recognize him as his master.

"Damn it, it's really not an easy thing to get this imperial soldier to recognize."

"We've done our best to play our favorite tune, but it's still useless?"

Just when everyone tried their best to gain the approval of the imperial soldiers.

Above the clouds, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

"Ha ha……"

That's a great laugh

Soaring, it also contains an incomparably strong spiritual power, which resonates against Xingyun.

The sound of the piano in the entire square was actually suppressed by this laughter!

"There is no one in the contemporary Qindao, and there is not even a person who can be recognized by the imperial soldiers."

I saw two people coming from the sky in the clouds.

These are two old men.

One was carrying a guqin and the other was carrying a huge paintbrush, exuding an incomparably powerful quasi-district coercion.

Seeing these two people, the expressions of the three presidents of the Qin Society changed.

"It's them, the devil and the devil!"

"How did these two guys come here?"

Qin Demon and Painting Ghost is definitely a legendary name in Emperor Road.

These two people, one entered the Dao with the qin, the other entered the Dao with the painting, their cultivation bases were extraordinary and refined, and they were all top-notch existences in the realm of quasi-emperors.

But these two people's reputation in the emperor road is not very good.

Qin Mo likes to collect famous qin, but he must get the famous qin that he likes, even if the famous qin has an owner.

Painting ghosts is similar, but the difference is that he collects famous paintings in the world for copying. After copying, he destroys the original version, and then deliberately spreads his copied paintings. Because of his superb painting skills, Few people can see through the truth.

He liked the feeling of playing with the world's painters.

And once someone can see through it, he will come to the door and kill the person who sees through the disguise.

Therefore, even if someone saw that the painting was copied by a ghost, they would not dare to say it.

Because of this, the reputation of the devil and the ghost in the Emperor Road is not good, and it can even be said to be a mess.

But because of the high strength of the two, no one has ever been able to do anything to them.

Later, the two seem to have retired, and have not been in this world for thousands of years.

But this time, when Emperor Bing Chunlei appeared, he actually brought these two people together.

"There is no one in Qindao today, and no one can make the emperor recognize the master. If this is the case, then I will be disrespectful."

It was Qin Mo who spoke.

His black hair fluttered, and he took out a dark guqin with an eerie meaning on it.

That is the most precious collection of Qin Mo, the Yin Mo Qin.