Devouring The Heavens

The greedy old man originally thought that Xuanyuan had his own plans. Now when he hears his words, there is an urge to vomit blood. You have to know that there are only seventy days left. Once you can't find the ancient art in the "reincarnation", everything I have to give up all my efforts, and the requirement of'reincarnation' must be found within one hundred days, and see the beginning of ancient art. If it can't be done, it will only be delisted in the first time, and now it has passed three One in a minute, Xuanyuan has nothing to gain, can the greedy old man not worry?

"I said to you kid, can you be more reliable, a little more serious, there is only one chance, think for yourself, once you fail, Tsing Yi will definitely marry other people, as "Liu Dao Emperor" many things are actually She could not help her, everything must start for the "six roads."

Xuanyuan ignored the greedy old man, but sat cross-legged on the stone bridge, closed his eyes, and for the past month, the experience in this small world, one by one settled down, he remembered the grass and trees here, one Spirit, thing, mountain, water, sand, and stone, the breath they reveal contains the most sincere feelings, with a strong breath of thought. This is a kind of thought of love, and it is immortalized in Here.

Xuanyuan thought about it for a moment, and suddenly recovered, everything was clear.

"I know, this is the small world created by Wang Ni in his later years. This small world is full of his nostalgia for Xie Daoyun. Xie Daoyun is his wife and his master, just afraid of age. It’s a lot older than him, so it’s a matter of course to leave him first, so he’s here alone and ends in old age, and he misses alone.”

"It seems that this is the case, but even if you know what you can do, you came here to find ancient art, and you didn't come here to visit mountains and waters, nor did you come here to learn about other people's private affairs. "The disgruntled old man disapproved and urged.

"You don't understand, as long as you can understand Wang Niyi's thoughts, you can find where the ancient art is. Forget it, it's a futile talk to you." This is how Xuanyuan feels these days, he doesn't say much.

When Xuanyuan opened his eyes, this small world began to change. The thick and crisp long bamboo stood and the green was dripping, and I saw mountains and mountains falling one after another, and waterfalls fell down from nine days. With the sound of falling water, rainbows hang one after another like an arch bridge, set against a clear and clear lake surface, with radiant luster, beautiful colors and beautiful colors.

In the center of the lake, there is a pavilion made of white jade carved out of ten feet.

On the pavilion, there is a woman sitting in the center of the ground. She is dressed in a red dress, with a long hair shawl, flying in the wind, with a wooden case in front of her. A pair of jade fingers that are as delicate as carved from heaven An ancient piano with a supreme rhythm is twirling, beautiful sounds are continuous, long and lingering, spread to the distance, exciting, the sound of the piano sometimes flows through the bridge, sometimes majestic and grand, sometimes lingering, sometimes sad, away from peace, sometimes peace In the prosperous age, the golden horses and horses at that time changed a lot, and people unwittingly indulged in it.