This rhythm is much more profound and mysterious than Yinxue Moon. Compared with Yinxue Moon’s rhythm, Bai Ye, a person who does not understand the method of music, can be divided into good or bad sounds, but this rhythm is completely out of the category of the method of music.

It is more like a representative, representing words, murderous aura, artistic conception, and a kind of sublimation.

The master can convey his emotions to everyone as he pleases with his own piano sound.

Bai Ye was a little shaky, but the sound and blood moon were like a person who was fine.

This rhythm seems to be only aimed at me?

Bai Ye snorted secretly. Although he was a senior, he could not bully others like this.

He closed his eyes, released his soul, felt the great trend of heaven and earth, built the mystery of the great trend, and bloomed around him.

A mysterious and domineering momentum spread out, and it actually competed with this rhythm.

“Huh?”

A faint and surprising sound rang out in the mysterious rhythm, and the high-pitched rhythm gradually faded and eventually turned into calm.

The wind stops and the leaves fall.

Yinxueyue seemed to notice something, and hurriedly bowed to the door and said respectfully: "Teacher, the person has already brought it."

"Come in."

A sound came out, and the sound seemed a little weak.

Bai Ye was suspicious and walked in with Yinxueyue.

The manor is extremely elegant, with lotus ponds, pavilions and rockery, full of artistic conception.

A man in white was sitting by the lotus pond. The man was thin, pale and had a sick look. In front of him was a guqin. The guqin was mottled and the strings were old, as if it was a while ago.

Seeing the two of them coming, the man smoothed the strings and looked up at Bai Ye.

"You are Bai Ye."

"Students have met the teacher." Bai Ye clasped his fists.

"Yes." The man nodded and said, "My name is Yan Feng, and he is the lecturer of the music soul master of the discipline college. Just call me Teacher Yan."

"Yes, Teacher Yan..."

"I already know what happened to you and Xiao Zhenjiang brothers." Yan Feng hung his hands on the strings, gently plucking them, but he didn't touch the strings, and continued, "It's a bit ruthless, but if it were Xiao Zhenjiang, he would have killed you, so this is understandable. It's a pity that my Hidden Dragon Courtyard has lost two more geniuses, which is a pity."

"The Zanglong Academy is so chaotic, the strong occupy resources, and the weak have nowhere to gain a foothold. If they continue, only more geniuses will wither." Bai Yetan said.

"You are right, but you may not know that it is not just my Zanglong Academy, but many sects are like this. If the weak cannot break through the blockade of the strong, how can they become a strong person? I think after the leader of the Juehun Sect takes over, it will also evolve into a sect that preys on the weak, right?" Yan Feng said calmly.

Bai Ye's heart beat, but he quickly felt relieved.

"Have you investigated me?"

"Xiao Jianfei was deposed, and the matter was neither big nor small. You came in through the back door, so how could you not attract attention?" Yan Feng said calmly: "Investigating you is something that must be done, otherwise the origin will be unknown, so how can the college tolerate it?"

Bai Ye didn't make any noise.

"You don't have to worry. With your strength, you are already qualified to enter Zanglong Academy. I approve you to become a formal disciple of Zanglong Academy."

"Is the teacher asking me to come here just to tell me about this?" Bai Ye asked.

"No, please come here because you want you to taste my new song." Yan Feng said with a smile.

"Ping the music? I don't understand the rhythm." Bai Ye shook his head.

"It's not that you can only listen to music by understanding the rhythm. As long as you have a quiet heart, anyone can listen to it." Yan Feng looked at Yin Xueyue, then looked at Bai Ye, and smiled.

Bai Ye took a breath, sat on a stone beside him, nodded and said, "Since the teacher invites you, Bai Ye will not be pretentious. If you can't taste it, please don't blame Bai Ye for not understanding the appreciation."

“Just as you like.”

After saying this, press your ten fingers on the strings.

"Blood Moon, you can taste it too."

"Yes, teacher."

The two of them calm down and listen.

Bang!

The strings were fluctuated, and the graceful and pleasant sounds dispersed. The tone was cheerful and the rhythm was relaxed. All the people who heard them were relaxed, and they felt comfortable and peaceful, and were intoxicated.

clang!

Suddenly, the tone suddenly changed.

A dull rhythm penetrated Bai Ye's ears.

Bai Ye frowned and suddenly opened his eyes.

Yan Feng closed his eyes and his slender fingers kept waving the strings. The fingertips seemed to have murderous aura, which was transmitted into the rhythm as the strings fluctuated.

Bai Ye felt blood rushing in his body, and his quiet heavenly soul was mobilized.

Is this the terrible thing about the musical soul?

He closed his eyes again and listened to the solemn sound.

It was like desert yellow sand, with dry bones everywhere, and hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides. They drew out their battle knives, roared on horseback, and charged each other.

Each soldier's eyes were red and his face was ferocious, and he vowed to put the other party to death.

Bai Ye seemed to be standing in the center of these two angry troops, receiving their murderous intentions.

What a killing song!

Buzz!

At this time, the tone changes again!

lonely!

Dead silence!

Bai Ye looked around and the scene of war suddenly disappeared, replaced by a terrible silence!

The ground was covered with corpses, blood stained the earth red, the sky was dark, the west wind was bleak, as if the world had come to an end.

"The universe and the cycle of reincarnation are all in one thought."

Bai Ye couldn't help but murmur, and suddenly, his throat became sweet and he spit out a mouthful of blood. A crack appeared in the silent Zhentianlong Mansion in his body.

The tone gradually weakened.

It's over.

But Bai Ye still closed his eyes and listened carefully. Even if there were blood stains on the corner of his mouth, it did not affect him.

The song is over.

People seem to be immersed in the ups and downs of piano music for a long time, and they are unable to extricate themselves.

Yin Xueyue opened her eyes, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "The teacher's voice is much higher. This song is full of hope, killing and rebirth. The calmness of the early stage is like the tranquility before the storm. The explosion and killing in the middle stage give people an unprecedented depression, making people in despair, and the final end seems to sublimate this despair. This is a song of death."

Yan Feng nodded and smiled, "Your attainment in music is indeed extraordinary, good, good... The three general ideas that this song contains are indeed like this. It is amazing that you can lock in the meaning of this song so quickly."

"The teacher is too rewarded." Yin Xueyue looked at Bai Ye, but saw that he was still closing his eyes and not speaking a word. He was about to make a sound, but was stopped by Yan Feng.

"etc."

The sound and blood moon were confused and sat quietly.

But a bright light emerged from Bai Ye’s head and went straight into the sky. Then the soul energy bloomed from his body, and in the blink of an eye the entire manor filled the entire manor.

"Breakthrough?"

Yinxueyue's bright eyes contracted slightly.

"Um?"

Yan Feng opened his eyes, and a strange light flashed at his pupil, but it soon disappeared.

"Impermanence!"

At this time, Bai Ye suddenly said something.

Yan Feng stared at him.

"The sound of the piano is impermanent, the world is impermanent, the great way is impermanent, and all things are impermanent." Bai Ye opened his eyes and said lightly.

"What do you mean."

"What do you think I mean is what. Impermanence is invisible, and invisible is unintentional." Bai Ye said.

"Is this what you hear in the sound of my piano?" Yan Feng laughed.

Bai Ye shook his head, but said, "Yes."

"Impermanence? A song of impermanence, unintentional and invisible?" Yin Xueyue murmured, lowered her head and thought for a while, then stood up and bowed to Bai Ye.

"Please allow me to call you Senior Brother Bai in the future."

"Sister Yin, what do you mean?" Bai Ye was slightly surprised.
To be continued...