Saint Ancestor of All Demons

The woman called Miaoyin bowed slightly to everyone, then sat on the piano platform above and began to play.

The woman sat down gracefully, her jade fingers lightly raised, revealing her slender white jade fingers, touching the piano surface, concentrating her breath and thinking deeply, the sound of the piano suddenly rang in the hall, the sound of the piano was gentle but resolute, coming in a circle, and it was like a noble stream, gurgling with charm.

The guests present stopped communicating, took a sip of fine wine, and watched each other play quietly. At this moment, their bodies and minds slowly relaxed, but they did not lose that feeling and charm at all.

Every note of this Miaoyin girl was infused with the laws of music and spiritual power. Every syllable was focused, and her body and mind were integrated into the song.

Suddenly, the jade hand was frivolous, and the slender jade fingers were playing on the strings quickly, the sound of the piano was sharp, high, but not abrupt.

Just like countless wild horses running, with great ambitions, everyone's mind seemed to have come to the grassland of the Northern Yuan Empire, accompanied by countless horses galloping, and their hearts were suddenly opened.

After the excitement, the sound of the piano slowly descended without any abruptness, making people's minds seem to return to the calm sea, lying on the sunny beach, blowing the breeze.

This piano sound can already make people enter, into a real and illusory spiritual scene.

Even if Xiang Chen does not let down his mental defense, his mind and consciousness will be brought into the piano sound.

His fingers were tapping lightly on the table, following the other party's notes.

And the sound of his fingers tapping was perfectly integrated into the other party's piano sound, so that no one else could hear it, but it gave the piano sound an inexplicable rhythm and drum beats, as if it was a combination of heaven and earth.

Others may not be able to hear it, but the wonderful girl who played it heard it. She integrated her mind into the piano sound, looking for the rhythm of Xiang Chen's fingers tapping, and unconsciously followed Xiang Chen's rhythm.

At this moment, her mind seemed to have touched a new world, a different world, that was the spiritual light of the master's realm.

Gradually, she was intoxicated by such a sound.

At the end, the jade fingers stroked the layers of rippling music, the sound was like a pool of clear water, clear and cool, like a breeze on the lake on a summer night, which made people feel relaxed and refreshed. Finally, after the song was over, Miss Miaoyin stood up and smiled at everyone.

"Good!"

The whole audience immediately applauded.

"Miss Miaoyin's piano sound is still so fascinating."

"Yes, every time I come to listen, I feel different, but I often listen to it and it's new."

The literati and scholars present praised it.

Even Xiang Chen had to admire the exquisiteness of this woman's music, which had touched the threshold of the master of music.

Music, cooking, these are minor arts after all, there are few people who practice them, and even fewer who can study them to a high level.

Because these are mainly for serving others, they are not as useful as a perfect gun technique when fighting.

However, in the world, not everyone likes to fight and kill, and fight for fame and fortune with fists. If everyone in the world is a martial artist, there will be no civilization in the world, because a group of people who only know how to destroy cannot build civilization.

The so-called civilization is not about fighting and killing. Art such as music is an important part of a civilization that can be called civilization.

In the entire Hongmeng Tianwu world, the first family of music is the Ruan family, but the Ruan family entered the martial arts with music, less intoxicated and healing artistic conception, more killing sound.

It hurts more people than nourishes people.

"It sounds good, I want to learn a musical instrument." The girl Zhu Xi was fascinated by it.

Miaoyin smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliments, my dear guests. Now, Miaoyin and her sisters will play a song of "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" for everyone."

Then the women behind Miaoyin came forward with various musical instruments, including stringed instruments, flutes, dongxiao, pipa, and the instrument rogue suona.

At the beginning, Miss Miaoyin started playing first. The sound of the piano sounded softly, as if the king of birds, the phoenix, was singing softly and began to call the birds.

Then the sound of the flute came in without any sense of disobedience, as if the lark in the mountains heard the call of the phoenix and began to respond.

Then the sound of the flute, pipa, and bamboo silk gradually joined in the fusion, and everyone's mind world emerged with a picture of the phoenix soaring and the birds flying.

Then the addition of the instrument rogue suona instantly ignited the atmosphere of the music, as if the phoenix was reborn from the fire and rushed to the sky, making everyone's blood boil.

In the sound of the suona, the phoenix wanted to be reborn, but for some reason, it lacked some artistic conception, and the phoenix could not break the shackles of the eggshell and be reborn.

Miss Miaoyin wanted to push open the spiritual door of the Grandmaster of Music, but the cooperation of hundreds of birds and the high-pitched cooperation of the suona could not help her to be reborn, and could not help her to open the eggshell that bound her mind and will.

Everyone seemed to feel the artistic conception of the phoenix chick wanting to break out of the eggshell and be reborn. At this moment, their breathing became rapid, but they felt trapped in it and could not use any strength.

"I will help you!"

Suddenly, a voice that only Miaoyin could hear sounded.

I saw the fiery world of the phoenix's rebirth, and hundreds of birds were about to be burned by the flames and could not help the phoenix to be reborn.

Suddenly a figure appeared.

A big drum appeared in front of this person!

He held the drumstick of the big drum with both hands and hit it hard.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong, Dong, Da, Dong-Dada--

The big drum sounded, but the sound was perfectly integrated into the spiritual world of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix. The drumbeat seemed to become the beating heart of the phoenix. As the drumbeats blended into the rhythm, the vitality of the young phoenix was bursting!

The Miaoyin girl looked at the handsome young man sitting in the hall with surprise, disbelief, and gratitude. His fingers gently tapped on the table in exactly the same way as the drum.

Then the rhythm of the entire Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix changed, and all the sounds and rhythms were in line with the sound of the big drum.

At this moment, the whole Miaoyinfang also had a strange phenomenon of heaven and earth.

The sound of drums, piano, and flute sounded, and an illusory phoenix egg appeared above the Miaoyinfang, burning with flames and cracking rapidly.

On the top floor of the Miaoyinfang, a stunning woman in a light blue dress was drinking tea calmly. Suddenly, she looked outside, and her hearing was instantly magnified infinitely.

"Miaoyin's Phoenix Nirvana is about to enter the realm of the Grandmaster - this drum sound, someone is helping her."

The beautiful woman's eyes suddenly showed surprise, and then her eyes seemed to see the young man who was tapping the table lightly, but the sound in his spiritual world was like beating a drum.