"Don’t panic."
"I just played the most difficult part."
Yue Buqun stroked Bai Feifei’s hair and said, "At the beginning, this was just a song that performed the bravery and perseverance of our Huashan disciples, as well as our life praise of coexistence with the rivers and lakes and nature."
Since the music was copied.
It would be harmless to modify the core and background.
"No, no."
"Don’t lie to Feifei."
Bai Feifei shook her head and said, "The incomparable desolation in the music is the most tragic and majestic Feifei has ever heard."
"Shiyin thinks so too."
Lin Shiyin is here.
Although she was late.
But she was there after all.
And she was accompanied by Yu Hongyan and Sun Xiaohong.
Their current Qinggong is also outstanding.
Especially Yu Hongyan.
She integrated the sword dance of the Gongsun family, and was the best among her peers.
Even Lu Dayou, who had received instruction from Feng Qingyang, and even the gifted Ah Fei and Linghu Chong, were not as good as her.
As for Sun Xiaohong, although it was a family tradition, she was not as good as Yu Hongyan.
But with the support of Lin Shiyin, she could barely keep up with the rhythm.
At least she was not left behind.
"Tonight is a grand event."
Yue Buqun was glad that he did not do anything too extreme to Bai Feifei just now.
Otherwise, he would have lost his image in front of his disciples.
"Master Brother."
"Can you perform the song just now in full?"
Lin Shiyin’s tone was pleading.
The music with that artistic conception.
It is absolutely unique in the world.
"Okay."
Yue Buqun was still so happy.
Because he had rich experience in condensing and entrusting sword intent.
Yue Buqun re-gathered his emotions.
Put himself into the music and acted as the soul of the music.
[The Last of the Mohicans] was fully performed. 440 Although they had been moved once.
But they were still filled with deep shock this time.
The music here is extremely magnificent and grand.
This is a praise for a sect, and even a nation.
But the happiness, pain, torture, and extinction contained in it deeply shocked everyone.
Because he seemed to be a tribe, a historical evolution of a nation from birth, rise to decline.
That kind of powerlessness that goes straight to the soul.
That kind of heart-wrenching despair, loneliness and regret.
Let everyone’s heart panic.
Fortunately.
As the flute sound disappeared, the feeling quickly dissipated.
"Forget it."
"It seems that this song is not suitable for performance here."
Yue Buqun saw the expressions of the women and knew that it would be better not to listen to such music too much.
"Yeah."
"Leave the music score, practice it when you have time, but don’t do it again tonight.Here it comes."
Bai Feifei strongly suggested.
"Shiyin thinks so too."
Lin Shiyin quickly agreed.
Yu Hongyan and Sun Xiaohong just nodded.
"Then you decide next."
Yue Buqun put away the bamboo flute.
His performance tonight was high-end enough.
It was also time for the girls to play for him.
"It’s a good opportunity to show you our achievements. ”
Lin Shiyin looked at Yu Hongyan proudly.
If Ah Fei is Yue Buqun’s masterpiece, and Linghu Chong is Feng Buping’s pride.
Then Yu Hongyan’s talent is her most impressive work.
Following.
Lin Shiyin played the flute, Bai Feifei played the piano, and Sun Xiaohong played the tambourine.
And Yu Hongyan naturally danced.
Clear and soothing music sounded.
Yue Buqun instantly realized that this was playing the Jianghu music he had "created" before.
But he soon discovered the difference.
Because there was a little bit of magic change in it, it seemed to have integrated some of the style of [Moonlight].
Dancing lightly.
Like a dream.
Yu Hongyan’s dance was charming.
What surprised Yue Buqun was that Sun Xiaohong’s tambourine was also excellent.
You should know that tambourine is now a foreign musical instrument.
Few people in the Central Plains know about it.
But Sun Xiaohong’s tambourine interprets her unique style:
Sensitive.
The crisp and bright timbre is controlled and evolved slowly.
The rapid and beautiful tremolo creates a warm atmosphere.
The slow but shocking clear sound brings out a joyful mood.
The scene is a real singing scene. Dancing.
There is the heroic spirit of the rivers and lakes.
There are also grievances and hatreds that make people entangled and intoxicated.
Yu Hongyan’s graceful, heavenly dance.
It also brings this emotion to the extreme.
Enjoy.
Intoxicated.
Linger.
Yue Buqun is extremely proud.
I’m afraid that the emperor is not as beautiful as he is now.
At the same time.
In the Sutra Library of Nan Shaolin Temple under the night.
A man in black came uninvited.
His footsteps were extremely light.
Lighter than a night owl.
He was like Ghost, no foothold, but moving very fast.
The two martial monks guarding the Sutra Pavilion were sitting cross-legged at this time.
Seemed to be drowsy.
Also seemed to be lazy.
The man in black was very familiar with the Sutra Pavilion.
He directly bypassed the ordinary scriptures on the first floor and went straight to the second floor.
What was strange was.
The monk guarding the staircase also sat cross-legged, as if he was drowsy.
The Sutra Pavilion is an important place in Shaolin Temple.
The monk guarding here is naturally extraordinary.
This monk of the same generation is a few years older than Xin Chong.
His martial arts attainments are not at all in the battlefieldBelow the dead Heart Candle, Heart Lamp, Heart Pet and others.
However, he fell asleep just like that.
Even if the man in black passed by him, he was completely unaware.
Come to the bookshelf that specializes in palm techniques.
"Scattered Flower Palm, Stone Holding Palm…"
The man in black obviously looked down on these ordinary palm techniques.
He quickly locked onto the Prajna Palm and Weituo Palm that Prajna Hall specialized in.
"There is no Prajna Divine Palm and Great Weituo Palm."
The man in black was very upset.
He searched several times.
But he couldn’t get the relevant palm technique inheritance.
Needless to say.
The two supreme palm technique inheritances must be stored in a more secret place. (To read the exciting novels, go to Flylu Novel Network!)
The Prajna Palm and the Weituo Palm have been studied and deduced by the great monks of all generations, and have gathered a lot of practice experience.
At the same time, they have also integrated the palm techniques of many sects in the martial arts world, and even the palm techniques of the demons.
Then a more terrifying version is derived:
That is the Prajna Palm and the Great Weituo Palm…
In the Shaoshi Mountain, he fought with Dongfang Bubai.
The head of the Shaolin Prajna Hall used these two unique skills, which shocked the heroes.
From that moment on.
The man in black was concerned.
"But it’s okay."
"Shaolin seems to have forgotten the legend of the Vajra Prajna Palm."
The man in black then drew out the Vajra Palm.
The Vajra Palm also has a similar situation.
The Great Vajra Palm.
This unique skill requires extraordinary talent.
Once the Vajra Palm is practiced to the extreme, even the most powerful master of horizontal training will have to avoid its edge.
And there is another interpretation of the Vajra Palm and the Prajna Palm.
That is mutual fusion.
The power of the Vajra Palm and the exquisiteness of Prajna.
Together, it is the legendary Vajra Prajna Palm of Shaolin.
The identity of the man in black is probably extraordinary. []
He actually knows so many Shaolin secrets.
He even knows the Vajra Prajna Palm, a killing martial art that is listed as a taboo by Shaolin.
You know…
Back then, there was a bald donkey who used the Vajra Prajna Palm, pretending to be a Shaolin monk, and used a sneak attack to break the protective qi of the martial arts master Zhang Sanfeng, severely injuring him.
"I haven’t forgotten Shaolin."
A sudden voice sounded.
The man in black was startled and fled out like a frightened bird.
However, the monk seemed to have anticipated the direction of the man in black’s escape and had already moved to that window in advance.
If the man in black continued to show off.
The consequence would be death.
"It turned out to be Master Liaokong."
After the man in black saw the monk’s appearance clearly, he suddenly realized.
Liaokong.
One of the five most respected people in Southern Shaolin.
His status in Southern Shaolin far exceeds that of Xinzhu, Xindeng and others.
He is the second person of the "Liao" generation, second only to Liaojie, the future abbot.
Even Xinmei, an elder, had to be courteous to him.
If Miao Di is the future of Northern Shaolin.
Then Liao Kong is the future of Southern Shaolin, the next head of Prajna Hall or Arhat Hall.
And just in terms of prestige in the martial arts world.
Liao Kong far surpasses Miao Di, who lives in seclusion.
"Vajra Prajna Palm is a forbidden martial art."
"We in Shaolin dare not violate the ban."
Liao Kong looked at the man in black and said, "Your Excellency has excellent lightness skills and is familiar with many secrets of our Shaolin. You must be a famous person in the martial arts world. Please take off your mask and follow me to the main hall to see for yourself."
Liao Kong’s nature is a bit like Fang Sheng.
But it’s purer.
"Then it depends on your ability."
The body of the man in black was in a trance.
There was no ripple in Liaokong’s heart, as if it should have been like this.
The next moment.
Liaokong simply slapped out with his palm.
The man in black retreated with a muffled groan.
"It is worthy of the Prajna Palm."
The man in black drew out his short sword while marveling at the exquisite palm technique.
The sword flashed.
Go straight to Liaokong’s major fatal points.
But Liaokong’s palm technique was exquisite, and he broke all the sword energy in a push.
Then.
The palm force as heavy as a mountain suppressed it.
The short sword suddenly emitted a sharp and terrifying cold sword light.
Ding…
Liaokong retreated half a step, frowning.
Because the martial arts used by the opponent were also Shaolin martial arts.
The sword technique just now was actually the sword pointing to Bodhidharma in the Bodhidharma sword technique.
The most terrifying thing is that the opponent’s Bodhidharma sword technique has mastered the essence of it, and has also integrated the exquisiteness of other sword techniques to replace the Buddhist Zen mind of Bodhidharma sword technique.
Suddenly.
The sword light suddenly became solemn.
It was still Bodhidharma sword technique.
It was still exquisite.
The seven sword lights finally merged into one sword in many changes.
This sword has the demeanor of a peerless swordsman.
At the same time, it also has the arrogance of transcending the world.
Even if Lekong tried his best.
It barely blocked it.
But it was still shaken so that his blood and qi were unstable and his meridians were stabbed.
"Not good."
By the time Lekong could calm down.
The man in black had broken out of the window from the other side.
A bright plum blossom was left at the original location.
"Thief!"
"Where are you going!"
It just so happened that the reinforcements from Shaolin had arrived.
The black-clothed man had bad luck and ran into a monk from the Shaolin Luohan Hall.
"Dharma Sword Technique!"
"Damn it! We must keep him!"
"Junior brother…"
The quiet Shaolin Temple became noisy.
It was a restless night. .
