She originally thought that she was the only one in the world who knew the secret.
Now, there are two of us.
“Zheng——”
Chen Kuang played the piano, and the sound was like mercury pouring down the ground. Shen Meinan's eyes widened, and her attention shifted from Chen Kuang to his piano music.
Although the first piece is named "Stars", it actually describes a general drawing his bow at night, his feathers hidden in the snow, and a man with murderous intent.
The sound of the piano comes from the dark, destroying people's internal organs and destroying their qi.
The second song, "Anonymous", is about the bright moon hanging high in the sky, illuminating the netherworld.
It is actually somewhat similar to the first phase of expanding the senses, and its main purpose is to nourish the spirit.
Although before reaching the Baoyue Realm, spiritual consciousness was actually just a bit of mystery, but after being trained by Huo Hengxuan's murderous intent, Chen Kuang has realized the importance of spiritual consciousness.
If one's consciousness is unstable at a lower level, he won't even have a chance to resist when encountering someone at the Baoyue level or above.
A single thought can decide life or death.
After playing half of the song, Chen Kuang felt unsatisfied, so he closed his eyes and continued with the vague outline in his mind.
Shen Meinan was ready to applaud, but just as he raised his hand, he heard the piano music pause and then continue flowing.
So natural, so smooth!
It's all natural!
She was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, quietly put down her hand, straightened her back, and felt goose bumps on her back.
The remaining score of the music master will last for a thousand years.
Today...it has to continue.
There was no warning, no solemnity like bathing or burning incense, it just continued so simply and casually.
If those old monsters in Tianyin Pavilion who have been studying this for hundreds of years and still can't figure it out knew about this, I'm afraid they would tie up the young man in front of them and treat him as a treasure of the pavilion...
The girl thought to herself somewhat absurdly.
Could it be that she picked up a peerless genius?
Chen Kuang's consciousness floated up along with the sound of the piano, and his body subconsciously activated the first phase, once again entering a brief state of diffused perception.
There was a lot of noise on the ship.
On the top floor, Lin Eryou watched a strange, burly young man leave, squinted his eyes and waved his feather fan, his smile ambiguous.
On the middle floor, the practitioners of Fengyu Tower had finished their banquet and were ready to go. The air was filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.
In the corridor not far away, the young man with thick eyebrows had taken off his outer shirt, revealing a purple robe underneath, followed by an old and frail servant.
The young man with thick eyebrows is naturally Zhou Yanwei.
Because they were close, Chen Kuang could vaguely hear the conversation between the two.
"Second Palace... Young Master, I can do my best, but I cannot deal with the Martial Saint Pavilion. As for the Master, you will have to bear the consequences yourself."
"I just said I was helping a friend. If you don't know who he is, don't tell me."
"It's good that you understand. Sigh, you must not be so willful next time."
"I know, I know. You know my temper."
Zhou Yanwei smiled and said, "Next time for sure."
Chen Kuang was stunned.
In the picture, the purple robe worn by Zhou Yanwei reminded him of a legend.
There is a god who wears purple clothes and a crown, and his name is Yanwei. If the ruler can entertain and feed him, he will be the ruler of the world.
"Zhou...Ji Ye."
"The country is the surname, and the overlord god is the name."
Chen Kuang suddenly opened his eyes.
Zhou Yanwei... is the prince of Zhou!
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