Master of Great Calamity Chapter 800: I want to live this kind of life too
? The sound of the old man’s piano evoked the endless resonance of the other old men.
They all felt an inexplicable sense of grief and indignation in their hearts. Listening to the sound of the piano, they expressed their emotions about how noble and elegant the heart is, and there is no dirt. People are broken, some people are in the red dust, foolish, that’s all, but these people can’t see that they are in a corner, and they have to destroy their mood, drag them into the red dust and roll.
People like myself just want to be quiet, why these people always refuse to let them go?
Not only the Seven Friends of Huawai, but also Mr. Tianji.
Sui Han old man loves to practice piano and rhythm, and his piano skills are unparalleled in the world. More importantly, he has the highest cultivation level, almost reaching the realm of the gods. Now when he is practicing the piano, he understands his understanding of the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. Infused into the piano, it turned into a rhythm and flew between the sky and the earth.
Under the deep and endless sound of the piano, which coincides with the laws of heaven and earth, no one can resist the artistic conception in the sound of his piano, and Mr. Tianji cannot. He is even in the sound of the piano, and he feels the seven friends of the outside world In the state of mind, I also felt their disappointment and anger towards themselves, and began to feel a little embarrassed, and felt that they were covered in red, stained with the white snow here!
He turned and looked at Fang Yuan, trying to persuade Fang Yuan to leave.
Those who are in the red dust, roll in the red dust, don’t disturb the master’s mood.
But at this moment Fang Yuan was sitting on the edge of the chessboard, motionless.
He can feel the realm in the sound of the piano, and even this realm makes him very envious. He also wants to hold a book and cook a pot of wine in the realm described by the sound of the piano, leisurely , No matter what the war in the world is fierce, intriguing…
But he can’t!
He heard the grief and anger in the sound of the piano, but he also had dissatisfaction in his heart.
Kill Long Jianshou, that’s why!
Venerable Xuanming must be taken back, otherwise the speed of deriving the perfect circle of nine days will be slowed down, but now, it is less than nineteen years before the catastrophe comes, and there is still time to spare There are too few layouts.
In the first bet at that time, Fang Yuan had already bet against Lord Xuanming and mastered his destiny, but at this time, Long Jianshou was the first to stand up, spoil the situation and force Fang Yuan and him To bet on the sword in exchange for Lord Xuanming to stay in the snowfield was an unreasonable thing, because he didn’t know how Fang Yuan’s sword was at that time, and thought that Fang Yuan was only good at formation…
…Because he was so unreasonable, Fang Yuan would just kill him with one sword!
After slashing the Dragon Swordsman, this bet can no longer give in.
Fang Yuan is silently thinking about how to win this gambling battle.
He has comprehended ninety percent of the heavenly powers, comprehended the Primordial Devil, and his comprehension of the Great Way is almost comparable to the masters of the great saints. After comprehending these things, maybe he can learn anything with half the effort, but this does not mean that he can do it without learning. For him, the time to practice is too short. He has too many things he wants to learn, but he has never had the opportunity to learn.
It’s like rhythm, he knows nothing.
Perhaps he is not as good as a blind man on the street, he is not as good, or he is not as good as he is in the brothel, and he is not as good as a pipa beginner. How can he bet on this rhythm? Suihan old man who is said to be unparalleled in the world?
But Fang Yuan thought silently in his heart, still unwilling to give up.
Seeing that he didn’t move, the practitioners knew in their hearts that Fang Yuan was not sure, and he was a little sneered.
By this time, Fang Yuan could already admit defeat.
It’s just that Fang Yuan didn’t force them when they were late to admit defeat, and they were naturally not easy to force Fang Yuan.
Now what they hope is that Fang Yuan takes the initiative to surrender in this rhythm, so that everyone will have a face to each other and retreat. They will not pursue Fang Yuan’s killing of Long Jianshou, and Fang Yuan will not mention other things. A few bets to win…
The sound of the piano is clearer and ding-dong, and now the artistic conception in the sound of the piano has changed again, and another empty state of mind. It seems that people who play the piano do not want to be dirty by the grief and indignation. When they go back, they only ask for quietness, they just want to let the person who has soiled Baixue around them leave, don’t bother yourself, go and roll in your dirty red dust…
At this moment, Fang Yuan sighed lowly.
He stood up, flicked his big sleeves, and in the illusion of blue energy, a golden toad appeared, and that toad opened its big mouth, Fang Yuan thought about it, and saw A thing flew out of the toad’s mouth. When all the cultivators went to look at it, they couldn’t help being stunned, but saw that the toad’s mouth was flying out of the toad’s mouth. It was a black drum, simple and ordinary, without the slightest elegance at all. .
He actually wants to challenge?
All the repairs were stunned, and they couldn’t laugh or cry.
Furthermore, is it the simplest instrument like the drum to fight the unparalleled piano sound of the world?
Even Mr. Tianji can’t put on his face, and wants to persuade Fang Yuan to stop.
Only when I have come for nothing this trip, and return to Yilou, think of a solution!
But Fang Yuan was very serious. He stood the drum in front of him, holding two black bean mallets, and motionless. This serious appearance made it difficult for Mr. Tianji to bother, so he could only watch from one side. In this contest, don’t lose too ugly…
The sound of the piano changed again, and it seemed that there was a little more teasing, and he persuaded Fang Yuan to stop.
The girls in the red clothes next to them all laughed and pointed at Fang Yuan.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly held a big mallet and struck it **** the drum.
“Boom!”
“Boom boom boom boom boom!”
“Boom boom boom!”
The drum sound is monotonous and dull, which is completely different from the clear changes of the piano sound, but Fang Yuan runs a mana and beats heavily, but the sound is strong and shakes the fields. Each sound is like beating the human heart. , Making the blood flow quickly…
The face of the old man changed slightly, his mana was running, his fingers flew like flying, and the sound of the piano clanged and changed, like an invisible world, covering everyone in it, between the world, the stars change, the wind and clouds flow, the world Everything becomes insignificant, all disputes, in front of this eternity, are like a joke, only this world, only that realm, eternal existence, overlooking the world!
But under the sound of the piano, the drums continue!
Fang Yuan’s playing the drums is also very simple, but his face is firm, not rushing, and slowly beating.
His mana is not as good as that of the old man, and his rhythm is not as good as that of the old man. This animal skin drum is not as good as the old man’s Xuanbing Xianqin.
But the drum sounded deep, but it meant endless iron and blood.
Mr. Tianji’s expression gradually changed, and he could hear what drums Fang Yuan was beating.
That is the drum of the devil’s edge!
When the soldiers of the devil’s edge, fighting in blood, rushed towards the endless dark creatures, they were accompanied by the sound of drums.
Together with the drums.
Together with the sound of the drums, kill demons and slayers.
With the sound of the drums, I don’t know if I will go back or not, but I hope the blood is not cold!
The faces of all the old men couldn’t smile.
Even the children in red can’t laugh at this moment.
Fang Yuan has personally experienced the devil’s edge battlefield, saw the scene of the fighting of the army, and saw the dense and almost desperate dark creatures, so from the sound of his drums, all the Xiu seemed to see that A large army fought against the dark creatures. In the fighting field, I don’t know when I was swallowed by the dark creatures. I don’t know how many people are left after a charge by the comrades around me…
These devil’s soldiers, where do they know what is quiet and elegant, where do they know what wonderful rhythm!
They only know that with the drums, they should play!
Regardless of life or death, regardless of injury, the only thing that accompanies me is the sound of drums.
Fang Yuan has just returned from Demon’s Edge now. He has experienced the fight and despair between Demon’s Edge and Demon Realm, with a battle and murderous spirit.
Now this murderous aura is all conveyed in the drums, shaking the world.
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“Zhengzheng…”
The sound of the old man’s piano suddenly became a mess.
His piano is a good piano, he is unparalleled in his piano skills, his mood is unsullied, and his mana is beyond Fang Yuan.
However, under the impact of Fang Yuan’s drums to kill and kill, and under the impact of iron and blood, the elegance of his piano sound was suddenly torn apart by the impact, as if it was white again. , No matter how flawless the ice and snow, suddenly a canopy of blood poured on it, this ice and snow will also melt, become bloody, dirty, ugly, like the most tragic and ugly existence in the world…
Elegant, elegant, life is gone, you elegant ass!
The old man stroking the palm of the piano suddenly stopped, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
Given his cultivation and piano skills, no matter how high he is, he can’t play anymore at this time.
Because his heart is upset.
So he stopped the piano too, turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, and listened to the monotonous and dull drum sound with the others.
There is no high mountain and white snow in the drum, no weeping willow dew, only iron and blood, wind and sand!
Lord Xuanming listened to the sound of the drum, the grief and anger on his face gradually receded, only a piece of desolation, Xing Luo sighed in a low voice, and threw the chess pieces in his hand, Bai Chi old man and Bai Zhang old man, also No longer pretending to continue to look at the green aura, but turned around. Although there was helplessness on his face, more of it was self-deprecating. Old man Long Sui had already been sitting on the stone beside him, rubbing. Holding his face.
Mr. Tianji, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, with relief.
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“Boom…”
Fang Yuan turned around after hitting the drum one last time.
The drum sound is melodious, condensed, and it seems to spread to the horizon, spread all over the world.
Fang Yuan received the drumsticks, and slowly bowed to the old man, saying: “Senior, I don’t actually understand rhythm!”
The old man also kept silent, put away the piano on his lap, then slowly got up, met Fang Yuan, and sighed: “I can hear that you really don’t understand the rhythm, even these few times. The drums are just a lesson, but this bet…”
He was silent for a long time and said: “You won!”
All the old people around, their faces became extremely gray and defeated, and they all saluted Fang Yuan.
No matter who it is, you can hear that Fang Yuan is certainly not better than Sui Han in the law of music, but in this gambling battle just now, Fang Yuan did win. Sui Han’s artistic conception, perhaps for example It was originally high, but the will in Fang Yuan’s drum sound, the true meaning of iron and blood on the battlefield, could not be suppressed by anyone. The rhythm was simple and primitive, but it was the most important thing.
They still have many excuses, such as playing chess, there are many kinds of symbols.
But at this time, as the old man said this sentence, no one made any excuses, just conceded.
“The Seven Friends of Huawai, lost in the hands of the little friend today, if you want to kill, you have to smash it, just listen to it!”
The old man said softly, his face unchanged.
Based on his cultivation, who can force him or admit defeat?
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But he was frank and frank, and said this without any complaints.
“The juniors don’t want to mention killing and cutting anymore!”
Fang Yuan saluted the six old men and said, “I just want to ask the six seniors to leave this fairyland and enter the world again!”
The six old men looked at each other and all sighed. They had actually guessed Fang Yuan’s thoughts a long time ago, but at first they saw Fang Yuan slaying the sword to kill the Dragon Swordsman. They were a little confused, so just now When he conceded, he really thought that Fang Yuan would want the heads of the six of them, but he didn’t expect that what Fang Yuan did was still what they thought, but it made them feel a little bit emotional.
“If there is such a day, the catastrophe will not come, the world will be clear…”
Fang Yuan suddenly spoke at this moment and looked at the six of them: “…I actually want to live this kind of life the most!”
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