Full-time Beast Soul Master

Feng Jinhong returned home with his son, and this time he really bought a lot of things.As soon as I got home, I made a cup of oatmeal porridge for my son, and took out a piece of meat from that thunder beast!

The son gnawed bit by bit with his small fangs, and his mouth was full of greasy food while holding the meat strips.Feng Jinhong wanted to laugh when he saw it, so he played with his son for a while.Then he said to it: "Father is going to stay in the meditation room for a while, take care of your home!"

While biting the meat strips, the son meowed in response to him in an idle space.

Feng Jinhong went straight into the meditation room, where there were three futons.

Open Qin Sha's book and study it carefully. This book should be a handwritten copy of a person, and notes have been added to it, especially the piano score.

The score of the Guqin is a bit like a heavenly book, with some self-created fonts on it, such as where the strings are drawn and where the strings are plucked.Feng Jinhong directly translated it into staves with a pen, and hummed softly to the familiar shop.Then he frowned tightly.This score is weird...

Many of them are very passionate, and he raised his heart when he read a score, the music has always been very powerful.But this kind of repetition of several retakes made him sweat. If such a radical but magical tune is played, it can tempt people to go crazy!

Look at the title of this song again, Wai Sha...

It was crazy, after he finished reading this song, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.The whole body is already soaked.Then look at the note next to it: It needs to be used by people with a firm mind!

Feng Jinhong let out a long breath. The last few pages were his thoughts, and he read them all.Only then did I realize that the senior brother who wrote this book was also a qin fanatic, who was always with qin as a companion, but was ridiculed by many people for being playful, not orthodox in practice, and he did not play cards according to common sense.It took 20 years of painstaking research to develop such a fantasy stunt of killing people with the sound of the piano, all of which are put into this thin booklet.Using the sound of the piano as a weapon is unheard of.Many people got this book by chance, but thought it was a lunatic talking nonsense.Until I met Feng Jinhong.

With Feng Jinhong's ability and professionalism, he found out the madness of this score after just a few glances. He said that if he wanted to really make this piano kill effective, he had to be at the fifth level or above.

The practice here is divided into heaven and earth Xuanhuang, among which the earth rank is the lowest and the yellow rank is the highest.Each large level is divided into nine small levels!

Many people can't even draw qi into the body in their whole life, let alone make a breakthrough.The standard for the beginner disciples of Qingfengmen is to draw qi into the body.

Only by entering can we worship the master and learn from the beginning.

One must be down-to-earth in practice, if one wants to reach the sky in one step, unless there is a genius to help.Otherwise, it is very easy to go mad and explode and die!

Just like the creator of this Qinsha, he is a master.On this basis, the improvement of music theory was added to create this book.

But no one told Feng Jinhong about this.He actually started to learn according to the method of the fifth level of the earth.Walked the most difficult path of practice.The so-called introductory air into the body sits cross-legged, closes eyes, and puts oneself in chaos.Then feel the aura between heaven and earth, attract them into your body, and then cycle for 36 weeks.

Feng Jinhong sat for an indeterminate amount of time, and finally felt a little bit of aura, and his whole body seemed to become lighter, leading this aura into his body.A warm feeling appeared on his body instantly, and the aura circulated in a circle.In a difficult circle of strong resistance.Wherever the aura passes, there is a burning pain.He didn't dare to stop and continued the cycle.The second lap was much more tiring than the first lap, and the burning sensation became stronger and stronger by the third lap.Feng Jinhong persisted for twelve laps, and when he finally vented all the gas.The tense thread in my heart was loosened, and I fell limp on the ground.

It was like running for three days and three nights.There is no place in the body that does not hurt.

Reluctantly standing up with his hands on the ground, such a simple movement made his arms tremble slightly.Get up and open the book again.The above only taught the method, and did not say whether he was practicing correctly or not.

I plan to try the timbre of the strings I bought this afternoon. That string is very light, but it shines with golden light.It was so thin that Feng Jinhong wrapped one end around the table, and the other end wrapped around his fingers, and fiddled with it lightly.

"When..." was a short, brisk voice.

It can be fiddled with in different places with different strengths, and the sound produced is sometimes bright and sometimes deep.Especially when you fiddle with your fingers.The scale exploded, and an empty blade popped out, and then there was only a click, and the porcelain vase in the room was instantly shattered to pieces.

Feng Jinhong looked at the string in his hand in surprise, then changed the angle and pointed it at the wooden window. He felt a little nervous, not knowing whether it was an accident or something made by it, so he fiddled with it again.Bang... The wooden window shattered.

And this string was unscathed, as if it wasn't the one that exploded just now.

This... this... where is a string?Got it wrong.

Feng Jinhong put the filament away.Then go clean up the broken windows.It only took half a point of strength just now.If he used his strength, wouldn't it be... He shuddered.

Just when I was about to clean up, I realized that it was already dark.But he didn't realize at all that the moment just now felt like an hour at most.No wonder practitioners don't care about worldly affairs.

Oops, son...

Feng Jinhong immediately returned to the bedroom.I saw my son lying on the table, curling himself into a ball, lying on his soft body.After discovering Feng Jinhong, his eyes lit up: "Meow."

Feng Jinhong was relieved to see that his son was safe and sound, after all, it is still a little cub.

"Daddy is back, have you thought about Daddy?" Feng Jinhong gently stroked his son's head with his fingers.

"Meow." The son got up and pointed at the shriveled stomach, looking at it with aggrieved eyes.

Feng Jinhong immediately got his son something to eat.It was four or five hours after he was fed at noon.Even an adult can't bear it, let alone a son who is still so young!

The son ate with big mouthfuls.It was eaten clean in a short while.

Ordinarily, he himself hadn't eaten for several hours, but he wasn't hungry at all right now.After eating, I hugged my son and went to bed.The son lay sprawled on his arms, his small chest heaved up and down, and he could smell his father in the air. It was very safe, and the little guy fell asleep in a short while!

However, Feng Jinhong noticed a slight change in himself, he was neither hungry nor sleepy, and he was obviously very tired when he finished his practice just now.But he recovered quickly, and the change surprised him.