Chapter 325: The clock is out of the instrument (third!)

Chapter 325, the clock is out of the instrument (third!)
Love sword, sword as its name, is a love sword.
Historically, the bell Zhongqin was finally given to his wife by a man, and he put the sword in his heart under the guqin for self-defense.
The love sword is one of the legendary swords. Although there are no famous ten famous swords, the name of the sword is still widely spread.
This is a special sword for girls. The love of the sword is like a water. It is made of cold water and black ice.
The sword attribute is water, and it is said that it is only the slightest with the innate spirit.
It is the singular guqin and the love sword, and it is recorded by the later generations as the bell and sword.
Recalling the information about the clock and the love sword, Tang Yinyi unconsciously pouted.
She took the sword from below and gently pulled it out.
"Oh!"
The sword is out of the sheath, like a flowing water, very nice.
The whole sword, except for the position of the sword front, the rest of the place is all red, looks very beautiful.
The sword is very light, but it is unusually sharp, and it flows like water.
Tang Yinyi waved gently, like a stream of water, she only knows a little about swordsmanship, and she is not proficient.
Her eyes looked at the position below the clock, not what she expected. Below, there is a sword.
This is a love sword.
"The clock of the congenital spirit level, close to the innate love sword!"
Tang Yinyi gently stroked, full of face love.
But when I think of what it means, my face has changed slightly.
"If you accept it, you will receive it. What does it mean to him?"
She smiled softly, and she cherished the clock back to the case and looked at the bright moonlight outside. Tang Yinyi returned to the bed in a good mood and began to rest.
The next morning, the entire Jiufeng Mountain was bustling, and the sounds of the fairy lingered, and the surrounding birds leaped in the sky.
In addition to the sound of music, the entire Jiufeng Mountain is the name of various birds.
Thousands of birds danced with music in the early morning.
The metal-filled sound of the dragonfly is like the sound of flowing water, the sound of the wind, the sound of the willow, and the sound of the devil.
This is the morning of Tianyinmen. All disciples must practice instruments and practice.
Especially today, the entire Jiufeng Mountain is filled with various sounds.
The selection of the Son of the Sun has ended yesterday, and today, the selection of the Virgin will begin.
Tang Yinyu took the clock and walked into the courtyard as usual. She gently wiped the position of the piano.
The carillon was placed on top, and the various sounds around it did not disturb her mood.
Tang Yinying eyes glanced at the clock in front of the guqin, the slender white fingers slowly placed on it.
"bell!"
A note sounds, and at this moment, the notes are like Thunder, which usually sounds within a square kilometer.
"What happened, how did the guqin I played suddenly have no sound?"
"Weird, what happened, the sound of the voice just turned out the other sounds!"
"What is the problem, what is wrong with my erhu?"
Just then, there was a loud noise coming from around, and the sound of the voice of the disciples of Tianyin was heard from all directions.
Tang Yinyi gave a slight glimpse, staring at his own bell, her face showing a faint smile, slowly closing it up and returning to the room.
At this moment, on the main peak of Jiufeng Mountain, a woman suddenly opened her eyes and flashed a glimmer of light in her eyes.
"What sound? Is it a celestial piano?"

Not like it!

The woman stood up slowly, closed her eyes and listened quietly, but after hearing the sound, she sat down with a trace of doubt.
.....
"Fang Tianhua became a saint yesterday, and today I don't know who the saint will end up on!"
"This is still used to say? Absolutely Hu Shijie, Hu Shijie is now a half-step innate repair, with a seven-level guqin ancient piano, the strength of the absolute discretion among female disciples!"
"That's hard to say, Tang Yinxuan, Fang Jiuhua, Ouyang Yan, they are all half-step innate, they also have great competitiveness!"
"I think the chances of Hu Shijie winning at least 80%, the strength is on the one hand, there are forces, there are many people who support Hu Shijie, and Hu Shijie has two half-steps, one of them, one of them is Tianjiao Shaojie. Ranked twentieth of existence!"
When the sun had risen, the disciples of Tianyinmen walked toward the position of the military field.
All the disciples talked while walking, and there was not much attention to the instrumental sounds that occurred this morning.
Tang Yinyu carried two guqin and slowly walked toward the position of the martial arts field. Some disciples around him respectfully said hello.
Some disciples also gave a cold look.
Tianyinmen plays the battlefield, located in the center of Jiufeng Mountain. There are not many disciples in the Tianmen Gate of the Holy Gate. The younger generation is only over a thousand people.
They have a dusty temperament, a handsome and beautiful appearance, and the appearance of Tianyinmen disciples are outstanding.
However, even if it is here, the temperament is dusty, and the face of the Tang Yin is still beautiful.
One disciple came to the martial arts field, and they stood there neatly waiting there.
The arrival of Tang Yinyu has attracted the attention of many people.
In addition to her, there are several women who are particularly dazzling.
"Hu Shijie is here!"
Just then, there was a voice coming around, everyone looked around and saw a voluptuous, graceful young woman coming over.
She was dressed in black clothes, like a fairy in the night, and every move attracted the attention of all the boys present.
Many young disciples couldn't help but swallow a spit.
She is a disciple of the sorcerer's magic sound that is rarely seen in Tianyinmen.
Behind the young woman followed by two young people, with a sullen face behind her, gaze around, even if they are surrounded by the outstanding disciples of the Tianyinmen, they still carry a trace of pride.
"Hey, look, Hu Shijie’s ancient temple piano does not seem to bring, but brings another Guqin."
"It's really, it looks a bit ordinary, but with the strength of Hu Shijie, even if you use ordinary Guqin, others are not her opponents!"
"The Son is here!"
At this moment, the saint who wore a costume of a luxurious Tianyin door walked over his head slightly, followed by a dozen disciples beside him, and respectfully followed.
The face of the Son is expressionless, and it looks very cold, cold, and extraordinary.
"Son!"
A group of people around shouted respectfully toward the Son.
The saint nodded faintly and sat down directly to the position of a chair under the table.
This is the chair that only the Tianyinmen high-level is qualified to sit down. The Son naturally has this qualification.
Soon, the elders, deputy heads, and heads of Tianyinmen came over here.
(End of this chapter)