Even though Xue Bingyan had a rather cold personality, she couldn't help but start to get crazy at this moment.
But she was born with a expressionless face. No matter how crazy she was inside, she still looked arrogant, cold and indifferent.
Seeing her like this, Yun Feimiao thought to himself, Senior Sister Xue wouldn't mind having her inheritance suddenly interrupted, right? After all, she had finally gotten what she deserved, so whether she could enter the realm or not didn't really matter, right?
However, he still stepped forward to apologize to Xue Bingyan. After all, Xue Bingyan's inheritance was interrupted and ended up in a mess. Yun Feimiao felt a little embarrassed.
Xue Bingyan shook her head: "This is not your fault."
After all, it was the residual soul of a big boss, and these people had never died, so how could they have imagined that the residual soul could disappear in a false way?
But is her field really gone?
Xue Bingyan was not willing to accept this. She still kept a cold face and said, "Senior's affairs are beyond our ability to interfere. Let it be. Junior Brother Yun, don't take it to heart."
"I still have to continue looking for opportunities, so I'll take my leave now."
"Then I wish Senior Sister Xue good luck."
Yun Feimiao smiled and watched Xue Bingyan turn around, then quickly took out the Floating Cloud Dream Painting Brush and drew a good luck charm in the air for Xue Bingyan, silently praying in his heart that Xue Bingyan's wishes would come true in the Tomb of Sound.
After a while, Xue Bingyan disappeared from his sight, as if she was pulled into the field by some senior.
Yun Feimiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this inheritance should be able to proceed smoothly.
Xue Bingyan also breathed a sigh of relief. What belonged to her had finally arrived!
Just as Yun Feimiao expected, his musical talent value of 30 was insignificant in this Tomb of Music, to the point where even his own ancestors were too lazy to take a second look at it.
Although there were only a few Yun family ancestors in the Yin Tomb, except for Yun Huanyan, everyone who passed by him would shake their heads and sigh, which made him helpless.
Xie Yang enjoyed the same treatment from the Xie family's ancestor. Only the Feng family's ancestor was particularly protective of his child. He grabbed Gong Zhuo's ears and looked like he was disappointed in him.
"What's wrong with a talent score of 20? Having talent just means you can learn!"
"Anyway, the Fenghuang in your hand can transform into various musical instruments. What can't you learn?"
Gong Zhuo said honestly: "But I don't want to learn!"
"How can you not want to learn? Phoenixes are good at music. Although we Phoenix people may not be good at it, it is okay to play the piano and flute in our spare time to cultivate our sentiments."
But Gong Zhuo was really not interested in music. He thought about it and started to pass the blame.
"That might be because my biological father held me back. He has no talent for music, which is why I can't learn it well."
The ancestor of the Feng family thought what he said made a lot of sense, and scolded his father severely in front of Gong Zhuo, which made Gong Zhuo very happy.
"Since you don't want to learn, I can't force you. But it's rare to see a descendant of my Feng family, so I can't just say nothing."
As the Feng family ancestor spoke, he took out another Phoenix True Fire.
Gong Zhuoren was dumbfounded. Was he going to be burned again?
The Feng Family Patriarch glanced at him and said, "Your current body is no longer capable of fusing with the Phoenix True Fire. You can store this fire in the portable space you've opened up, and take it out to fuse when the time is right."
The Feng Family Patriarch took out another piece of sycamore branch and said, "This is for you too."
Gong Zhuo looked at the sycamore branch and asked in confusion, "My mother also left me a piece of this. What's the use of it?"
"Haven't you heard of the Phoenix-Resting Wutong? This is the Phoenix-Resting Wutong tree, the favorite of the Phoenix, and it's also the guardian tree of our Phoenix Clan."
"You should have already started practicing our Feng family's ancestral martial arts, the Phoenix Fire Art, right? This technique is powerful, but also very destructive, whether to yourself or the enemy."
"I don't know whether your mother's paulownia wood is better preserved or mine is better preserved. Anyway, pick the one with the best vitality and find a way to plant it."
"Then, put the other piece in this Yimu Bijing bottle and wear it on your chest at all times. It will reduce the damage caused to your body when you practice the Phoenix Fire Technique."
"It can also alleviate your current condition and prevent the Phoenix True Fire in your body from becoming a problem for you."
When the Feng family ancestor said this, he couldn't help but reveal a proud expression.
See, he is thoughtful!
Those old guys just want to give their younger generations all the things they think are the most powerful, without considering whether their younger generations can bear such heavy love.
Although the cub of their Feng family is resistant to fire, it cannot be burned several times in a short period of time. If it is burned again, the cub will explode!
However, with the Yimu Bijing he specially prepared, combined with the Fengtong wood, many hidden dangers can be eliminated.
He is the good ancestor who truly cares about future generations!
After the Feng family ancestor moved himself, he let Gong Zhuo go with satisfaction, and then gave his fire jade flute and inheritance to a direct disciple of the Beast Taming Sect who had a fire spiritual root.
Three days later, everyone came out of the Sound Tomb and found that the outside world was extremely quiet.
There is no way, Yin Xiu is little.
After removing the direct disciples of Tianyin Sect, among this group of new direct disciples, there are only two music cultivators from Jianyin Peak, and one person with a musical talent of over seventy-five from the Beast Taming Sect. The others are not qualified.
The residual souls in the Tomb of Sound couldn't find anyone to pass on their legacy to, so they simply started a concert inside and dragged them to listen to one show after another.
Except for the first half day, their ears were never quiet for the next two and a half days.
Although the performance skills of the predecessors were excellent and the music they composed was also very nice, a group of them with residual souls playing different music at the same time made it difficult for everyone's ears to keep up.
And no matter how beautiful the music is, it will sound noisy if so many of them are mixed together!
What's more, there are many seniors fighting inside.
As soon as Yun Feimiao came out, he collapsed on his third brother, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.
Yun Feiyin touched his head sympathetically, and understood very well how his son Xiaoqi felt at the moment. After all, he had gone through the same thing in the past.
And I heard that there are a lot of awakened souls this year, half more than their generation. How noisy must the Sound Tomb be?
Think about it, Xiao Qi was tortured by the noise in there for the past three days, while he was enjoying the massage of thunder and lightning...
Yun Feiyin quickly pressed the corners of his mouth, trying not to laugh in front of Xiao Qi.
Unfortunately, his actions were too obvious, and Yun Feimiao saw it at a glance, but didn't say anything.
It’s a good thing that the third brother is happy, so let him continue to be happy. Even if you want to find psychological comfort, you can’t go to your own brothers!
Wouldn’t it be nice to just take a look at Senior Brother Ye?
During the three days when the third brother was happy, Senior Brother Ye, with some dark circles under his eyes, did not look very happy.
Thinking of this, Yun Feimiao felt happy.
Hehehe, let you covet the cabbages of our Yun family!
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