Fantasy Supreme Martial Soul

Đọc tại sangtacviet.tk

Yan Qinghan seemed to be caught in memories, and a touch of remembrance flashed on his cold and beautiful face.

Chu Feng was silent.

No wonder Yan Qinghan was so familiar with the Luoshui Secret Realm, it turned out that it was not only because this was the other palace of Dao Tiange, but also her childhood residence.

Chu Feng and Yan Qinghan walked together and stopped in many places.

Then the two entered a small building, and outside the building, there were amazing green bamboo standing upright, swinging with the wind, and the bamboo leaves fluttered and whispered.

It has a more elegant aroma and makes people stop.

And when he arrived here, Yan Qinghan’s footsteps were obvious, and a suffocating face flashed a sunset-like red.

“This is me… A boudoir as a child. ”

Yan Qinghan spoke, although this place was her childhood residence, but now she came with a man, arrogant as her, and also a little shy.

“As monks, we should be informal!”

Chu Feng suddenly smiled.

After all, he comes from modern society, he can’t say the old driver, but he won’t have any strange thoughts because of the girl’s boudoir.

So his eyes are bright, and there is no impurity.

Yan Qinghan is an extremely keen person, and seeing Chu Feng like this, his evaluation of him is even higher.

“It makes sense!”

The banquet was cold and moving, between the slight bows, the jade hand pushed slightly, the door opened, and the fragrance became more intense, with the breeze.

The two entered the room one after the other.

The arrangement inside is extremely mysterious, the dome is a vast galaxy map, there is a flow of rhyme, extraordinary things, you can feel the rhyme of the galaxy anytime and anywhere!

On the surrounding walls, there are ancient paintings hanging, Dao Yun Tiancheng, obviously from the handwriting of famous artists!

A long bed, lightly veiled in tulle, hazy, making it impossible to see.

A round table, the tea set is still neatly placed, and the jade chairs around it are shining!

In the position by the window, a set of piano platforms, standing by the window, the guqin has a divine light flowing, the strings are brilliant, and the light is restrained.

Outside the window, there is a sea of bamboo, and when the breeze blows, the greenery spreads like Wang Yang, making people’s chests open up all of a sudden.

“Wonderful, really wonderful!”

Chu Feng smiled slightly.

The boudoir of the banquet is extremely not simple, full of elegance, not enchanting, giving people a transcendent and dusty atmosphere.

And the temperament of the banquet is cold, like one!

“Ding!”

Yan Qinghan walked to the piano platform, did it by the railing, green and jade fingers flicked on the strings, and a trill, like a dragon’s groan, resounded!

The cold breath of the banquet suddenly changed at this time, her beautiful eyes were full of memories, the jade hand flicked, the mysterious sound was clear, like a gentle wind and rain, moist and silent!

And as Yanqing’s cold jade fingers continued to flicker, her eyes were also constantly changing!

Sometimes there is tenderness and flickering, the sound of the piano is gentle, intoxicating, and sometimes murderous, like mountains and flowing water, golden iron horse!

The killing qi, if the flood is monstrous, if the north wind is howling, rushing and roaring, it seems to destroy everything and wear out everything!

Chu Feng’s brows frowned slightly.

The piano sound is not only a state of mind, representing the complex mood of Yan Han at this moment, and this warmest memory makes her unbearable!

Similarly, the collapse of the Dao Heavenly Pavilion made her heartbroken!

The hatred of destroying the door made her kill intent, and she could not kill the enemy, but now, she could not even know who the enemy was.

“Alas!”

Chu Feng sighed faintly, turned his palm, and the Royal Beast Immortal Flute was already held in his hand.

The flute sounds, and the sound is faint!

The flute sound sounded like fairy music, soft and pure, the piano sound flute collided here, and the piano sound with an amazing killing breath suddenly trembled at this time!

Then the killing aura dissipated, replaced by a faint tenderness.

Yan Qinghan turned around, looking at Chu Feng who was blowing the imperial beast fairy flute in surprise, and his beautiful posture finally softened little by little!

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

Woohoo!

The sound of the piano has changed the breath before, elegant as the spirit spring bang, the flute sound is high, like high mountains and flowing water!

The two tones are intertwined in the air, but they are indescribable tacit fit!

Both of them directly ignored the piano score flute, and they used music to express their ambitions and unyielding beliefs.

The sound of the piano is exciting, and there is a belief that I will never give up!

The flute sound is ethereal, but it contains invincible faith!

The two sounds of music want to harmonize, if the ripples spread out, and the music sounds, in the heaven and earth, there seems to be a sky full of crystal starlight falling down!

“The sound of the piano, the sound of the flute, is like a heavenly formation!”

“Who is playing the piano, who is playing the flute, why do I have a feeling of blood boiling!”

“This song is only because it is born, and it can be heard several times in life!”

“Listening to the sound and knowing people, no matter who is playing the piano or who is playing the flute, their state of mind is really lofty, and being able to hear this music is like listening to the avenue!”

……

The sound of the piano flute spread, spreading in all directions, and many cultivators of the Six Dao stopped and showed their obsession, and even more, they sat cross-kneeled, wanting to further understand the state of mind contained in the music!

Just when everyone was mesmerized, the sound of the piano suddenly froze, and the sound of the flute dissipated!

At this time, Yan Qinghan’s beautiful eyes were already misty.

“Thank you!”

Yan Qinghan spoke, his tone was no longer as cold as before, but with a trace of unspeakable emotion.

“It’s just a show of hands, no need to worry about it!”

Chu Feng put away the imperial beast fairy flute, and the two piano flutes and chirping, combined with the sound of music, that was also a kind of battle!

It was a clash of moods!

With his unyielding pride and his indomitable state of mind, Chu Feng helped Yan Qinghan and get out of his own magic barrier!

And obviously the effect is very good!

Yan Qinghan’s state of mind has stabilized, and Yan Qinghan in this state is an invincible existence that has been crowned for 5,000 years and pushed countless world-beating Tianjiao!

“Thank you!”

Yan Qinghan spoke again.

This time she flashed slightly, and already fell in front of Chu Feng, and as soon as the jade hand stretched out, Chu Feng suddenly felt fragrant and fragrant, and then warm fragrant nephrite in his arms!

“Thank you so much!”

In the cold and beautiful eyes of the banquet, the water mist is misty.

She was born after five thousand years of sleep, the Dao Heaven Pavilion had collapsed, and her parents and relatives had all turned into dry bones!

And after she left the Dao Heavenly Pavilion, although her cultivation had made a breakthrough, her state of mind was affected after all.

With a deep hatred of the sea of blood, she is destined to be lonely, and if she is not careful, she may be doomed!

She has no friends!

Even if he went to Dao Xuanzong, he still couldn’t find out the truth.

She was like a ghost in the night, looking for the reason for the fall of the Dao Heavenly Pavilion alone.

And only Chu Feng can give her a little support!

Can help her walk together on this doomed and lonely road of revenge!

She was a Tianjiao five thousand years ago, and the generation of holy sons who beat could not raise their heads.

But she was also a girl, an eighteen-year-old girl.

“Everything will be fine!”

Chu Feng’s tone was resolute, and his hands were tight, as if he wanted to give strength to the jade man in his arms. _

Feilu reminds you: three things to read – collect