Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

In less than half a stick of incense, in a boxy, cloud-shrouded enchantment, suddenly a man in a red shirt was thrown out with an 'ahhh' sound.

The man was about in his twenties, with a lively and handsome appearance.After being thrown out from the barrier, the man cursed:

"I just praised you for being well-behaved, but now it's so rude. Bitch, I'll deal with you later."

This man is obviously Qian Qing.

After Qianqing finished speaking a few words, she quickly stood up straight and looked around.

I saw Kui Shan, Mumen Qi, Ming Shi, and Ming Fei approaching her.

"Young master."

"Senior Brother Qianqing."

"Little Immortal Master."

Everyone called out one after another.

Kui Shan said in a very regretful voice: "This second hurdle, can't even the little father-in-law pass it?"

Qian Qing nodded and said, "It's really hard to break through this pass."

Look up.

In the depths of the empty lobby of the Jiandan Qinxin Building, there are ten square barriers that are closely attached to each other.

Looking out from the enchantment, you can only see billowing clouds and mist, but you can't see what's going on outside, and you can't hear any sounds.

And looking in from the outside of the barrier, not only can you see what the people inside are doing, but you can also hear the sound.

This is a common enchantment during trials.

At that time, Immortal Venerable Xuanying tested the formation of Qianqing and Lin Zichu, and they set up such a barrier.

Different from the enchantment that Xuanying Immortal Venerable set up at that time, there are ten flat sand falling geese standing in each of the ten enchantments here, which are used to test the results of the monks playing the piano.

After several tests, six of the ten barriers in the lobby have been emptied, and only four people are still undergoing tests in the barrier.

Those four people were Lin Zichu and Pu Qingluo of Zhengyang Xianzong, and two younger disciples of Dongling Xianzong.

Qian Qing said: "Hey, there are only eldest brother and that girl left in Zhengyang Xianzong."

Kui Shan said: "Don't worry, little grandpa. My sect still has six pavilion flowers left, but the other party doesn't have even one. We have the advantage."

"Really?" Qian Qing and the others walked to the enchantment where Lin Zichu and Pu Qingluo were, and there were six pavilion flowers on Lin Zichu's side, but there was none on Pu Qingluo's side.

Qian Qing couldn't help but said: "This girl is really useless, I gave her two pavilion flowers for nothing."

"This... my little lord, Fairy Pu Qingluo was unlucky. She won the song "Wushan Weeping" and "Cloud and Rain Tribulation". That's why I wasted two pavilion flowers."

"I see. I also got "Wushan Cry"."

After Qianqing said this, everyone was silent.

Because they were thrown out of the barrier just now, they all ran to watch Qianqing, so they naturally knew what Qianqing had drawn and how he behaved.

If Pu Qingluo is trash, then Qianqing who lost three pavilion flowers... um...

For a moment, the expressions on everyone's faces were a little exciting.

However, Qian Qing didn't care what everyone thought, he lifted his front robe, and sat down facing Lin Zichu's barrier.

Qian Qing had a solemn expression on her face, obviously wanting to focus on Lin Zichu's test results.

The remaining monks of Zhengyang Xianzong naturally followed Qian Qing and sat behind him.

Someone said:

"My lord, if nothing unexpected happens, Senior Brother Lin is probably going to win the first prize."

"Yes. Naturally." Qian Qing said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, concentrate on watching, you all need to learn from Senior Brother Lin."

"Yes." All the monks responded in unison, no one spoke, but turned to watch Lin Zichu playing the piano.

Soon, a piece of time has passed.

The four falling geese on the flat sand started to move, and the clouds and mist in the two barriers rolled abnormally. The next moment, the two monks were driven out of the barrier.

Pu Qingluo was covered in cold sweat and her palms were cold.

Lost.

Although she has heard the song "Soldiers Coming to the City", she has never practiced it.While winning this song, Pu Qingluo felt a 'bad' feeling.

As soon as the song came down, it really couldn't satisfy the picky Pingsha Luoyan.

Pu Qingluo was in a complicated mood and couldn't move.

However, when she found that Qianqing had already been kicked out of the barrier and was sitting cross-legged in front of the other monks of Zhengyang Xianzong, she felt a sense of relief that even Pu Qingluo couldn't understand.

The other one who failed the test was a short monk from Dongling Xianzong.

The short monk looked down at his hands, sighed, then turned to look at the last Dongling Xianzong monk who remained in the barrier.

"Second Senior Brother..."

"It's up to you..."

As if feeling something, the second senior brother of Dongling Xianzong sighed and looked into the distance.

The next game is the match point!

If the second senior brother can't play the next piece well, the winner will be Lin Zichu.

If Linzi didn't play well at the beginning, but the second senior brother played well, then continue with the next test.

Only when the second senior brother beat Lin Zichu seven times can he turn defeat into victory and win the second round.

Is it possible for Tangling Xianzong to complete the reversal under such circumstances?

Zhu Changpeng looked solemn and clenched his fists.

Come on, Second Junior Brother, you must not lose to Zhengwuzhou, which is at the bottom of the weak continent, in such an important place.

Although Lin Caiyun passed away when he was only out of the body, but because of his special physique and strong combat power, comparable to Mahayana, everyone regarded this fairy treasure as the inheritance of Mahayana monks.

Plus Deng Lin's inheritance... the inheritance of two Mahayana monks.

Must not lose.

However, the atmosphere at Zhengyang Xianzong is far less tense than that of Dongling Xianzong, but it is still a little nervous. I wonder if Lin Zichu can win the second level of inheritance with the next song.

After Lin Zichu pinched the rice paper from Pingsha Luoyan's mouth and spread it out to read the words on it, all the monks said "Oh—" in unison, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

I saw three characters written on rice paper in Lin Zichu's hand.

"Cloud and rain robbery".

"Cloud and rain calamity! Why is it another cloud and rain calamity!"

Kuishan couldn't help complaining loudly.

Mumen Qidao: "It is said that this song is selected by monks, but it is actually controlled by Pingsha Luoyan. This kind of bird is quite intelligent, and it can name whatever song it wants to hear."

"That's right. Ordinary songs can't be heard by Pingsha Luoyan. Only such famous songs can be selected."

"The songs in the second stage of the lottery often appear extremely difficult scores, and I should wait until I lose the battle."

Pu Qingluo stretched her neck: "The Dongling Immortal Sect has also been pulled out... Hey! It's also "Cloud and Rain Tribulation"!"

At this moment, the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong and Dongling Xianzong who were kicked out of the barrier were all in an uproar.

"What?! The two capitals are "Cloud and Rain Tribulation"?"

"How should I play such an extremely difficult residual score?"

After talking for a few words, everyone suddenly reacted.

Several monks of Zhengyang Xianzong couldn't help laughing.

"You don't need to play. If senior brother Lin and the person from Dongling Xianzong can't play it, and my sect has six pavilion flowers, then we win."

Hearing this, Zhu Changpeng, who was sitting on the other side, had a blue vein on his forehead.

He suddenly jumped up and said to Kuishan:

"Do you think we'll just lose like this?"

Qian Qing clasped her hands and said, "Let's make a deal. Fellow Daoist, the outcome is clear, and if you insist on turning it upside down, I have nothing to say."

"Hmph." Zhu Changpeng sneered, "Let's not talk about the advantages of the pavilion flowers for the time being. Let's just talk about the song "Yun Yu Jie". The fairy surnamed Pu also got "Yun Yu Jie" just now, but she just gave up, so I dare It is said that Zhengyang Xianzong does not have the piano score of this song. There is only one copy of the piano score of "Cloud and Rain Tribulation" in the world. May I ask if you know where this scroll is now?"

Qianqing said: "I don't know where it is for the time being, but I do know that it is absolutely impossible to be in Liaojizhou."

"Hmph..." Zhu Changpeng gave Qian Qing a bitter look, and said through gritted teeth, "That's right, it's not in Liaojizhou. This fragment of "Cloud and Rain Tribulation" fell into the hands of a monk named Shanci Sanren. Ci Sanren appear and disappear, and they live in seclusion all the year round, making it hard for outsiders to find them. It’s just that my second brother’s mother once came into contact with Shanci Sanren by chance, and saw the fragments of "Cloud and Rain Tribulation" under her guidance. My Dongling Xianzong, the monk with the best piano skills is the second junior brother. I heard that Lin Caiyun is good at playing the piano, so I specially brought the second junior brother here this time, you..."

Zhu Changpeng was annoyed that Qianqing, a monk from Ruozhou, underestimated him, and began to talk about it.

Qian Qing, who had been confronting Zhu Changpeng just now, suddenly froze for some reason after hearing these words.

Qian Qing silently recited the words "Sanren Sanren" and did not hear what Zhu Changpeng said.

Later, Qian Qing suddenly raised her head and laughed.

"Hahaha……"

"Friend Zhu," Qian Qing couldn't stop laughing, her waist arched. "If what you say is true, then we've won."

"What?" Zhu Changpeng said angrily.

"Don't you believe me?" Qian Qing sat back cross-legged, showing an inscrutable smile.

"Just watch."

"Humph."

Zhu Changpeng snorted coldly for countless times, with a disgusted expression on his face.

However, he also knew that the monks in Zhengwuzhou were not good, but he had done a lot of research on the Dao of Qin.

Before coming here, Zhu Changpeng had always regarded Qianqing as his only opponent, and no one but Qianqing looked down on him.

This Linzi looked like an ordinary scholar at first glance, except for his good looks, and the acupuncture points near his eyes were covered with silver needles, there was nothing special about him.

Quiet, silent, completely opposite of Chiharu's personality.

Lin Zichu like this is obviously older than Qianqing, and he is called a senior brother, but he will always be the second-ranked figure in Zhengyang Xianzong. He is not as aggressive as Qianqing, nor is he as strong in fighting power as Qianqing.

What is there to be afraid of?

Zhu Changpeng couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it.

He sat back to the side of the second junior brother's barrier.

The moment he sat down, for some reason, Zhu Changpeng's heart couldn't help sinking again and again.

What's so scary?Zhu Changpeng did not know, but he also did not know about one thing.

That is, why did the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong have subtle expressions on their faces when he said the words "Sanren Sanren"?

Why did Qianqing raise her head and laugh when she heard these four words?

Zhu Changpeng's expression was terribly serious, his eyes looked at Lin Zichu, and then at his second junior brother, his nervousness was indescribable.

Contrary to his nervousness, it was naturally several monks of Zhengyang Xianzong led by Qian Qing.

When they saw Lin Zichu concentrating on playing the piano, they couldn't help admiring him.

"Brother Lin's posture in playing the piano is really elegant."

"That's right, this ice-blue Bo Yuqin matches Brother Lin Haosheng."

"Stop arguing, shut up quickly, and concentrate on listening to Senior Brother Lin playing the piano."

"Haven't it started yet?"

"Then don't make any noise!"

But there is no need to remind, when Lin Zichu's hands touched the strings, everyone held their breath listening to Bo Yuqin's heavenly sound.

Then I saw Lin Zichu playing the piano with both hands, pressing the four fingers of the left hand lightly, and sliding the four fingers of the right hand, the strings of the boqin trembled, making a sound as vast as the sky.

The vast world, billowing mist and waves.

The wind and thunder suddenly changed, and the lead cloud churned.

Lin Zichu raised his left hand, raised his hands together, his fingers moved swiftly on the strings like flying.

In an instant, among the vast clouds and mist, there was a torrential rain, and the torrential rain curtain dispersed the clouds and mist.

The sound of the piano was clanging, making the crisp sound of ice and jade colliding.

Seeing Lin Zichu's hands playing faster and faster, until later he could hardly see the shape of his fingers, only the bright white color of the back of his hands, which was connected with the young man's white sleeves.

The torrential downpour was like the Milky Way pouring out.

The gust of wind howled, like a black bee rushing towards the face.

Lin Zichu kept plucking the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano became fine cold rain.

Lin Zichu seemed to have practiced this song "Cloud and Rain Tribulation" thousands of times, and he played it so smoothly and magnificently.

Everyone sat in front of Lin Zichu's enchantment, listening to the song "Cloud and Rain Tribulation" he played, their backs were covered in cold sweat!

What an astonishing talent for rhythm, just with one piano and one piece of music, it can remind people of dark clouds, thunderstorms, and a single monk soaking in a pool of ice.This level of empathy shouldn't have appeared in a monk who only had a golden core cultivation base.

However, his performance was far from reaching the limit. At another climax of "Yun Yu Jie", his right hand suddenly grasped the five strings of Boqin, and his left hand hooked up like a bow, cutting the strings of Boqin regularly. .Then the right hand is released violently, then closed, and released again.

There was a heroic voice that no one had ever heard before. It was like a towering mountain range, and it rained heavily at night, and the water penetrated into the bones.

Not only the immortal cultivators of Zhengyang Immortal Sect, but also those cultivators of Dongling Immortal Sect were all very surprised.

"Cloud and Rain Tribulation" is a fragment of the piano score, compared to "Wushan Cry", the degree of completeness is relatively good, the general outline is intact, only a few places are missing.Some amazingly talented Yin Dao monks can fill in the gaps by themselves.However, due to the limited ability, there is no consensus to fill the void, so "Yun Yu Jie" is still a fragmented copy.

There are occasional omissions among the remnants, which will be annotated in text, depending on how future generations develop them.

For example, in the section played by Lin Zichu just now, the score reads:

"Rapid rain and random beads, raindrops like ropes, life and death, sorrow and boredom, people's harpsichord."

The descriptions in the fragments are so obscure that ordinary people would feel headaches and worries when they saw them.

Without music scores, monks can only rely on their own imagination to play.

The movements of cutting and holding the qin like Lin Zichu really violated the taboo of Bo Yu's qin method.All the monks here have never heard or seen anything.

However, the sound of the piano is so mysterious, so apt to the music score that people have to be convinced.

Looking at the second disciple of Dongling Xianzong, he also played this part, but his fingering is not as wild as Lin Zichu, but quite satisfactory, playing the phantom of heavy rain with finger speed, but he really didn't play the score "Life is a matter of death" The essence of the four characters of robbery.

I saw Pingsha Luoyan standing next to Bo Yuqin in Linzichu's enchantment, shaking his head to the beat, spreading his wings from time to time, revealing the mottled picture behind him.But he was able to regain his sanity soon, without spreading his wings and flying.

The superb performance, which is so exquisite that it is breathless, is about to come to an end.

The Zhengyang Immortal Sect monks sitting outside Lin Zichu's barrier clenched their fists, held their breath, and looked forward expectantly.