The Heavenly Demon Piano is not so much a musical instrument as a weapon that can release special sound waves. Although Luo Feng plays "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and does not disturb his mind, the artistic conception of the music is fully expressed and conveyed to the hearts of every warrior through the music.

This song is most suitable for adjusting the old heroes who have experienced bloody storms and are tired of grievances in the world, making them feel alienated and no longer feel that the wind and rain are so attractive, and they have the idea of ​​hiding the sword and hiding the world.

The song that roars with a broken voice may not sound so pleasant, but it also blesses a powerful spiritual power, just like chanting Buddhist mantras, instilling the thought of "It's better to go back" into people's hearts.

Of course, being able to accept this advice that points directly to the soul requires the audience to have little obsession, greed, power, and killing people, even if they listen to the Buddha's lecture in person, they may not be able to let go, let alone listen to a live version of Luo Feng's hilarious song?

Luo Feng let these people who are too obsessed with it and advises you to leave and not leave. That is your own problem. If you are willing to die and reincarnate, you will not blame Luo Feng for being ruthless.

As the saying goes, "People die for money, birds die for food." Because of the desire that cannot be let go of in my heart, it is natural to make up for the great disaster of heaven. The heroes who do not listen to advice are like they are called "Fellow Taoist, please stay" and they really stay to meddle in other people's business. It is worthy of being on the list to respond to the disaster, and they cannot blame others.

Afterwards, Zen Master Luo will recite scriptures and save them so that they can be reincarnated smoothly. If they are born as human beings, they will not have to be a cow or a horse in the next life to thank him. In a sense, this is also considered to be the ultimate righteousness and show the compassionate heart of the monk Luo.

In this way, Luo Feng can avoid the cause and effect of killing all the heroes and not be afraid of the way of heaven to settle the accounts afterwards.

After the song was played, the song gradually subsided, the lingering sound was lingering, and the afterglow was melodious. The immortal in the book was drunk and couldn't help but pat his knees and beat them. When Luo Feng put away the demon piano, he woke up from his intoxication.

"Monk, no, master... Looking back, isn't the master saving me in a more skillful way?"

The old fairy sighed and said slowly: "I have been trapped in this tower for hundreds of years. I can only read to relieve my boredom and comfort me, but my mood is difficult and impetuous due to my situation. Today, when I listen to the master's piano music, my heart has disappeared a lot."

Luo Fengxin said that you have been staying for too long and are so lonely that you can’t be more lonely. Now when you see me, the monk, you feel beautiful.

Thinking about it from the perspective of others, this immortal in the book really hasn't met a fellow man for hundreds of years. As an old literary monster in the detention demon prison, he is either an electric wave girl like Jiang Wan'er or a stupid and cute man like the Tiangui Emperor. Normal people have long been depressed.

When you meet a versatile fresh braised egg like Luo Feng, and then you will have a few rounds of discussions and find that the other party is just amazing, you will naturally feel a sense of mutual appreciation.

"Haha, the donor finally wake up."

Luo Feng smiled casually, took out a jade Xiao and a piece of music score from his sleeve, and handed it to the immortal in the book, saying, "The song "Swordsman" played by me is a piece of music by me, which is suitable for verifying friendship and finding a soulmate. It is similar to the "High Mountains" and "Flowing Water" played by the old donor. The donor really knows the elegant meaning when he hears the string song, and is also considered a soulmate of me."

"I haven't asked about the title of Master yet? It's a blessing to be able to know and interact with Master!"

The immortal in the book quickly stood up to salute, and his attitude changed drastically. His desire to win was resolved by "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer". Instead, Luo Feng's bald head became more and more pleasing to the eyes.

"My monk's Dharma name: 'lustful', his family's surname is Luo, and his name is Feng."

Luo Feng returned the courtesy and said, "Since you and I have similar ambitions, why not be friends, leave this boring tower, and go to the vast rivers and lakes to travel together?"

The immortal in the book caressed his beard and smiled and said, "I am sincere in what I wish..."

The two of them walked a few steps, walked around the stone table, held their hands tightly together, looked at each other with excitement, and everything was silent.

The scene looks a bit basic, but the ancient literati and scholars made friends in this way. They were all pediatricians who held hands and looked at each other. Back then, Liu Huangshu and Guan Zhang were sleeping on the same bed together and couldn't tell how many times they had.

Luo Feng cooperates so well, and he is adapted to the local customs. Modern people think wrongly about the ancients' tone, but in fact, it is really very pure and has no basic feelings.

The two sat side by side at the stone table, chatted about their lives and ideals, and soon they became as close as old friends.

During the narration, the immortal in the book asked curiously: "Zen Master Luo, are you really good at all skills? Apart from mathematics, chess and piano skills, there are some other talents that have not been shown. Please open my eyes to you."

The starting point for literati is not to compete for victory or defeat. The ultimate goal is to impress the other party with his own talent and greatly increase his favorability. Since the immortal in the book has made the request, Luo Feng of course has to satisfy him.

Taking out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Luo Feng would show him his hand, spread rice paper on the ground, and Luo Feng splashed ink. Soon a towering mountain of ink appeared on the paper. This painting was copied from the "Remaining Mountain Picture" in "Fuchun Mountain Residence". The reason for copying this volume was that this volume was smaller than the useless master's scroll, which saved time when drawing it.

Before the immortal in the book could appreciate this famous work, Luo spread out rice paper and wrote words on the paper, which was half a line of ancient poem "I have been in my life and often walk alongside the talents."

This half of the poem is taken from Mi Fu's running script "Shu Su Tie·Sending Wang Huan's Yanzhou", which copy the font of Mi Fu's casual and free and clear and vibrant running script is no different from the original one.

After writing this paragraph, the pen tip turned, Luo Feng wrote again, "The pen only looks at the electric current, and the characters are only afraid of the dragon's passing." This line of poem was copied from the "Self-Portrait" by the monk Huaisu of Cursive Saint Huaisu. The style is round, the handwriting is fine and vigorous, the brushwork is flexible, and the brushwork is flexible, and the variety of changes is very different from "Shu Su Tie".

Luo Feng picked up famous Chinese calligraphers from ancient times to the present, and each of them copied one or two sentences. On a piece of snow-white rice paper several feet square, you can see the history of Chinese calligraphy at a glance.

After writing, he used his internal strength, and the palm wind mixed with warm golden light swept over. The paintings and calligraphy that had not dried ink were all dry. Luo Feng picked up two plagiarized masterpieces, smiled and handed them to the immortal in the book, and said, "Tan Yue, I am a game work. If you don't dislike me, I will give it to you as a meeting gift."

The immortal in the book took two works with his trembling hands, as if he was not the two light rice papers, but the golden and jade treasures weighing more than a thousand pounds. He widened his eyes and rubbed the paper surface and praised them.

"I am stupid and dared to compete with the master for power. The master is really a genius. As expected, monks do not lie. The knowledge of all schools of thought is really understandable and all are skilled!"

Luo Feng waved his hand modestly and said, "It's too much, I just understand it, just... "

I showed off my talent for plagiarism in front of the immortal in Books. I originally wanted to hook up with this old fairy to be a consultant for him, but I never thought that the two young female apprentices who had been standing behind him like a little maid when he was good at it were unknowingly hit.

Needless to say, the alien girl from the snowy plateau wanted to admire the vast culture of China. Seeing that the master was capable of everything, her eyes were almost glowing like a searchlight. She licked her lips and looked at her thick back with her eyes curled up, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Jiang Wan'er still had no expression on her face, but there was something strange in her eyes. Gu Jing Wubo's heart rippled. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her, but she developed an unusual curiosity about Luo Feng's works. She wanted to learn it and hoped that she could also create such a masterpiece that gives people aesthetic enjoyment.

She may have no feelings because of the lack of seven souls, but her instinct for appreciation of beautiful things is hidden in the deepest part of her genes. However, as long as she carries the Chinese genes, she will be impressed by the knowledge and art inherited from the ancient philosophers and yearn for it sincerely.

The descendants of the dragon are more about culture and ideology, and their roots are in the soul, not the seven souls.
Chapter completed!