MTL - The Green Gourd Sword Fairy-Chapter 54 Go to an appointment

　　Ting Meifeng is located in the Yixingge Valley. The peaks are not very steep and straight. On the contrary, the mountains are beautiful and plum blossoms are in full bloom, which looks like a gentle and elegant woman.

　　 To say that this plum blossom is not the plum blossom that is commonly seen in the world, it is the "Taxuemei" that is exclusively produced here. Not only does it bloom throughout the year, but the petals are pink rather than reddish brown, unlike plum blossoms, but rather like cherry blossoms.

The most unique thing about 　　 is that there is a kind of spirit bird in the mountain. It likes to dance on the snowy plum. When its feet dance, it also emits various rhythms. It looks like the plum is playing the piano. Many people who don't know the details are often intoxicated, and it takes a long time to come back to their senses. "Listening to Meifeng" is also named after it.

　　 On this day, listening to the foot of Meifeng Mountain, a gray-clothed boy came, his figure was tall and straight, with sword eyebrows and stars, and there was a spirit of beauty in his eyes.

　　 He looked up at the mountain, frowning. He heard that Meifeng was enveloped by a faint mist from halfway up the mountain, and he couldn't see through it with his eyesight.

　　 But he just hesitated for a moment, and after a while he climbed the stone steps as usual.

　　 After walking no more than a hundred steps on the mountain road, he suddenly smelled a refreshing fragrance, and then walked out a pink-clothed woman on each side of the mountain road. Both of them are beauties with good looks. The person on the left is as cold as frost, and looks like no one else is near, but the person on the right is like a peach blossom, with a sweet smile.

　　 Only the woman on the right laughed and said, "Where did the little brother come from, what did we hear about Meifeng doing?"

　　Although seeing her smirking look, the gray-clothed boy did not dare to neglect, and respectfully said: "Liang Yan, the disciple of the handyman, was invited by a senior to visit."

"Oh? Which senior was invited, why didn't I receive the notice?" The woman on the right looked at him with a smile on her face, and said, "Looking at the young junior student who is so handsome, could it be that Mei Feng is looking for a young junior girl? Right?".

　　 Liang Yan disturbed his head, frowning and said: "I don't know this..." He suddenly remembered something, took out a jade pendant from her arms and handed it to her. "I wonder if such a thing can be counted as a voucher?"

The woman on the right only glanced at Jade Pei, her complexion changed drastically, her smile disappeared without a trace, and she changed to a serious expression and said: "No wonder, brother, I was talking nonsense before, please don’t go. Go inside."

　　 Liang Yan couldn't help feeling very surprised when she saw her attitude change so quickly. But his face was still calm and said: "Don't dare, the senior asked me to come here today, but didn't tell the specific location. I wonder if the two senior sisters can give me some pointers?"

　　 "This is natural." The woman on the right said, "My name is Chunmei, and this is Dongmei. Since you hold the jade charm, you are invited by that person. The two associations personally led the way for the younger brother."

　　 Chunmei turned and walked towards the mountain, while Dongmei just stretched out her hand and made a "please" gesture.

　　 Liang Yan nodded, and followed them carelessly. As he walked, he wondered in his heart the purpose of the person who invited him.

　　 After a short while, the three of them climbed up to the peak of Tingmeifeng, and a few of them walked through a cloud of mist and went around, before they appeared in front of a lotus pond. Lotus swaying above the pool, there are five nine-curved corridors, winding on the water surface, and finally gathered in a small pavilion in the center of the pool.

　　 A semi-transparent curtain was pulled down around the small pavilion, and there was a person sitting inside, fascinated and unrealistic, and only seemed to be a woman.

　　 Chunmei and Dongmei both bowed respectfully to the person in the pavilion at the same time, and then said goodbye to Liang Yan, then stopped talking and turned to leave.

　　 Liang Yan watched the two gradually disappear into the clouds, and the doubts in his heart became even greater. He also learned the appearance of Chunmei, respectfully bowing towards the pavilion, and said: "I don't know what the seniors call me here."

　　 Liang Yan kept the posture of bowing his head and arching his hands, but he didn't hear the response from the people in the pavilion. He endured it for a long time and was about to continue to ask questions when he heard a melodious piano sound coming from the pavilion.

　　 The sound of the piano is clear and clear, like a spring on the stone, infiltrating people's hearts. The tune is calm and neutral, yet dynamic and elegant, like the wonderful sound of a fairy palace, fascinating.

　　 Liang Yan's nervous and irritable mood instantly calmed down.

　　 It’s nothing more than that. In normal times, Liang Yan would only be stunned by the occasional nature, but now he can’t get the slightest thought of such a thought. Instead, beads of sweat burst out from his forehead.

　　 Only because he was surprised to find that the spiritual power of his whole body, under the influence of this piano sound, was actually lazily unable to flow. The most weird thing is that although he has discovered that there is a problem with his spiritual power, his heart is still as calm as water, and he has no motivation to change the status quo.

This situation is too weird. Liang Yan is like splitting into two people at this time. His mind is clear in his mind, trying his best to regain the initiative of the body, but the body does not listen to it, and there is no rebellion in his heart lazily. The motivation is just standing in place and letting others slaughter.

　　 "Ding Dong", the tune of the people in the pavilion does not change, but the tone changes slightly. Like a drop of water dripping into a mountain spring, causing ripples.

　　 This change may seem to be nothing to others, but it falls in Liang Yan's divine consciousness, but it is no different from a reminder. He keenly felt that something was galloping towards him under the note that was as calm as water.

　　 During the crisis, Liang Yan bit his tongue and exchanged great pain for a short period of clarity. He immediately thought of the "sitting and forgetting method" in the "undecided mind method" in his mind.

　　 "Sit and forget method" can close the six senses and the five senses. This is the chic method of Zhan Chen Nian in the Confucian School. Now it is used in the attack of this full sky piano sound, but it can't be better.

　　 Liang Yan immediately jumped to the side as soon as he was free, only to hear a chuckle, and when he looked back, he saw a two-foot-long trace on the rock behind him by something invisible.

　　 He was shocked, there really is a ghost in the sound of the piano!

　　 But at this moment, he has no sense of five senses and six senses. Although he will no longer be affected by the sound of the piano, he is also unable to detect the killing intent in the notes.

　　 "Since there is no way to avoid it, it is better to brake with silence!"

　　 Liang Yan thought this way, pinched a magic trick with one hand, and slammed the storage bag with his right hand. I saw a black light burst out, forming a small black shield in front of him, and then a black mask emerged, shielding Liang Yan whole inside.

　　 "Zhengzheng!"

　　 The surface of the black mask continued to hear the sound of cutting sharp objects. There was no sound of shaking the sky. Instead, it was like a silent spring rain moisturizing things, splattering, and in a blink of an eye the black mask was worn out.

　　 However, Liang Yan's complexion was calm, his left hand technique changed again and again, and his right hand pointed towards the black small shield. The "Two Fish Twins" spiritual power is pure and mighty, and the source of it is endless, madly pouring into the black mask in front of him.

　　 The sound of the piano curls up, those countless invisible sharp objects are still like a drizzle in the sky, lingering endlessly, hitting the black mask ruthlessly. It's just that the black light is getting thicker, like a stubborn rock in the river, standing still.

　　 After a while, the people in the pavilion seemed to know that it would be helpless if this continued. Hearing only the sound of the piano, it rang again, and the tune was changed.

　　 The sound of the piano is no longer peaceful and upright, but has become more and more impatient, like the vast years, the reflection of the passing years, and it is a sad time. It is also like secular disputes, the situation is treacherous, and the yellow and yellow is overturned, which makes people lose themselves and feel anxious.

　　 Liang Yan was still in the black mask, and there was no such invisible sharp object hitting the mask at this time. It stands to reason that you can breathe a sigh of relief, but in fact the opposite is true.

　　 Although Liang Yan still closed his six senses, the tune of the piano still appeared in his mind, as if not through his ears, but directly in his heart.

　　 Liang Yan's previously intoxicated and calm state of mind by the sound of the piano seemed to be violently pulled by something, unexpectedly going up and down, and feeling uneasy.

　　 He was taken aback, and secretly said: "Not good!"

　　 Sure enough, the calm infuriating Qi in his body began to surge, slamming left and right in his body, as if it was not his own spiritual power, eager to escape from his control.

　　 This situation is incredible, and Liang Yan has no time to think about the changes. I flipped my hand and took out an octagonal compass from the storage bag, raised my hand and punched in a magic trick. I saw the pointer on it swaying wildly, and after spinning for an unknown number of times, it stopped at a position pointing to the rockery behind him.

　　 "Auspicious position in the southeast!"

　　 Liang Yan didn't have time to think about it, his right hand raised his two middle-eating fingers, his fingertips blew blue light, faintly surrounded by electric wires. Then he pointed his fingers like a knife, and cut the rock three inches down.

　　 Immediately after a black light galloped, it was Liang Yan with a shield, and one piece moved into the rockery pit that had just been cut.

"what?"

　　The person in the pavilion seemed to be slightly surprised and let out a soft sound. It's just that her subordinates kept coming, and the piano sound kept coming, still flooding Liang Yan overwhelmingly.

　　 Liang Yan's face was pale, while maintaining the black shield, while staring at the compass in his hand, he was muttering words, as if he was calculating something.

　　 I saw him constantly shuttling along the edge of the pond, changing positions from time to time, as if lingering in a chaotic world struggling for hegemony, constantly looking for a place to live.

　　 persisted in this way for a while, although Liang Yan has been in a precarious position, but has never been defeated~www.novelbuddy.com~ The people in the pavilion seem to be getting impatient and suddenly stopped the sound of the piano.

　　 Liang Yan knew that he was about to change his tricks again, and he couldn't help but put a heart on his throat, holding his breath, and looked like he was waiting.

　　 As expected, the sound of the piano in the pavilion is loud again, but this time it is sharp and high-pitched, frustrating and exciting. Liang Yan heard only one syllable, and he felt a panic, and the gods and demons danced in his brain, "Wow!" spit out a mouthful of blood.

　　 The blood in his body was churning, and even his soul gradually became unstable, as if his soul would fly away in the next moment. At this critical moment, Liang Yan's nameless tactics automatically started to operate, and the golden light in his body flashed again and again, forcibly suppressing his soul.

　　 Liang Yan returned to his position, his body was sweating like rain, and the whole person sat down on the ground as if prostration.

　　 "Reinforce the foundation? Boy, you have practiced Buddhism!"

　　The sound of the piano in the pavilion finally stopped, replaced by the voice of a woman.

　　 Liang Yan sat on the ground with a wry smile, and said to the people in the pavilion: "Thank you, senior, for your mercy."

　　The people in the pavilion seemed to be uncomfortable, and snorted coldly: "Thank me for anything, but I am trying to deal with you."

　　 "The senior has a superb cultivation base, but in the three shots, he has not used spiritual power, but only used the great magical power of the piano to fight the junior. If the spiritual power is used during the fight, the junior is afraid that it will be dead at this moment."

　　 "Huh, you junior, you still have some knowledge! Do you know what song you just listened to?"

　　 "This..." Liang Yan scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "The juniors don't know anything about Qin Dao, please ask seniors for advice!"

The person in the pavilion was silent for a while, and then said: "What I played just now was'Listening to Plums and Three Lanes', which is divided into three chapters. Boy, you are the only disciple in the Qi Refining Period who has listened to all three chapters in the past ten years."