"Death is a part of destiny. If you can't defeat death, how can you defeat destiny?"

Zhang Ruochen's mental state was restored to fullness. He put on a long robe, walked out, bathed in the moonlight, and walked around the lake.

Outside Yuyuan Pavilion, an extremely pleasant female voice sounded: "I, the goddess of the 12th Minghua Palace, Yu Qiancheng, come to pay a visit to the old gentleman."

Zhang Ruochen stopped, looked out the door, and saw a slender black shadow standing there, saying: "Come in!"

"This is Yuyuan Pavilion. It's not convenient for me to enter. Please come out and see me," the master of Minghuafang said.

Zhang Ruochen had some doubts in his mind and wanted to find someone to ask, so he walked out.

The Minghua is the sacred flower of the Ming tribe. It is said to have such a wonderful fragrance that even the dead can smell its fragrance and be intoxicated by it.

Zhang Ruochen smelled this fragrance from the owner of Minghuafang.

What caught the eye was a woman with an extremely sexy figure. She was wearing a long black lace dress. Her snow-white skin was looming, like a fairy ice jade. Her chest was so full that it seemed like it could burst open, forming a deep ravine under the lace.

Her waist is slender but there is no fat at all. Even if you don't touch it, you can feel the flexibility of her waist.

She was born in the underworld, she is charming and delicate, her red lips are sparkling, but she does not look gaudy, she has a dark and evil beauty.

To be able to cultivate and become a god, one must have been a first-class proud woman of heaven, and she cannot be a gaudy person.

"You actually knew I was here?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghua Square smiled: "Although Master Yuyao is not a member of the Goddess's Twelve Squares, he often gives us guidance on how to practice. Isn't it difficult to find this place?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Tell me, why did you see me? Could it be that Queen Bai asked you to come and get me?"

"The old gentleman is joking. Even Wu Ma Jiuxing died in your hands. How can Qian Cheng be able to defeat you? Besides, you are the guest of Master Yuyao, and naturally you are also the guest of Goddess Twelve Houses. Let's change places.

Speak!"

The owner of Minghuafang is obviously very familiar with Weiming Manor.

Even the Holy Realm servants in the manor knew her, and when they saw her, they all knelt down and saluted.

Passing through many pavilions, we came to the foot of a fiery red ancient sacred tree.

Under the tree, there are various musical instruments, all made of rare materials, none of which are ordinary.

There is a nine-stringed harp made of dragon sinews and phoenix bones, a singing bell made of chaotic black gold, and a sheng made of arrow bamboo that has grown two Yuanhui...

Although it is not in use, dragons and phoenixes dance on the piano, chaos forms on the bell, and the ancient sheng exudes the majestic breath of life.

"Wow!"

The master of Minghua Square waved his slender jade fingers lightly on the strings.

Suddenly, dragons roared and phoenixes roared.

Her eyes were blazing with divine light, and she said: "Qian Cheng has never seen the musical instrument used by the old gentleman. I wonder which big world it is popular in?"

Zhang Ruochen took out the wooden binding and handed it to her.

The master of Minghuafang immediately showed a cautious look and took it with both hands.

However, after taking it, I discovered that they were just two ordinary wooden sticks, one round and one square in shape.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This is something that a mortal friend of mine used during his lifetime. It is very simple and rough. It is not as exquisite or gorgeous as these instruments."

The owner of Minghuafang smiled sweetly: "The way of music never lies in the instrument, but in the person who uses the instrument. The old man can use such two ordinary pieces of wood to communicate with the way of heaven and play music like the sound of nature, which is what really makes Qian Cheng

admire."

"Are you here to discuss music?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The master of Minghuafang nodded lightly and said: "The old gentleman defeated Wu Ma Jiuxing who had mastered the secrets of the sword with a wonderful tune. Qian Cheng was shocked and wanted to ask for advice and learn. If the old gentleman doesn't dislike it, can you

Accept Qian Cheng as your disciple?"

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said: "The master is joking, you are the middle god, how can I accept you as a disciple?"

"The art of music and the cultivation of martial arts should not be confused with each other. Those who master it are the teachers!" The master of Minghuafang is charming and charming. He is obviously a god, but he is also very humble.

Such an appearance is enough to make men all over the world fall in love with her and wish they could immediately agree to take her in.

certainly.

He is accepted as a disciple.

Zhang Ruochen seemed puzzled by the sentiment, shook his head and said: "If the master of the workshop didn't want to further his martial arts cultivation, how could he be so humble and come to visit, and even not hesitate to become a disciple?"

The master of Minghuafang did not expect that the other party saw through her purpose at a glance and said with a wry smile: "The old gentleman is right, Qian Cheng really wants to use music to communicate with the way of heaven, so as to seek the opportunity to break through to the higher gods."

The master of Minghuafang has been cultivating for 60,000 years. If he does not break through to a higher god, he will gradually start to age.

No woman really cares about her appearance.

Especially the women from the Goddess Twelve Branches!

What's more, only by cultivating to the realm of a higher god can you have a chance to survive the Yuanhui catastrophe in the future.

This step is the most difficult step. If there is a chance to overcome it, the master of Minghuafang is willing to pay any price.

"In the history of the Goddess Twelve Workshops, many sages of music must have been born, and countless classics must have been left behind. The owner of the workshop must have been able to cultivate to become a god, and his understanding must be high. Why did you abandon the basics and come to ask me for advice?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghuafang said: "Musical instruments can be divided into eight tones: gold, bamboo, stone, earth, leather, silk, wood, and gourd."

"Wooden musical instruments are the rarest among the eight tones, and those who are capable of Mahayana are even rarer. Although there are countless music and temperament books on the Twelve Goddess, those related to wooden musical instruments are extremely rare."

While she was talking, she took out a stick.

This sword is made from sacred wood, square in shape, and engraved with magnificent ghost flower patterns. The sacred wood emits a faint divine light and contains a powerful aura. The spirit of the weapon has reached the realm of a great sage.

This is an instrument that she has refined into a supreme holy instrument!

The master of Minghuafang said: "The musical instrument that Qian Cheng is most proficient in is the percussion instrument. It has different tunes and the same effect as the old gentleman's instruments, both of which are made of wood."

Zhang Ruochen completely understood and said: "So that's it, I can indeed teach you a thing or two."

The owner of Minghuafang was overjoyed and saluted quickly: "Thank you..."

"Don't thank me yet! You have to understand that if you want to gain something, you must give something first," Zhang Ruochen said.

If it were another man, the master of Minghuafang might still feel that the other man wanted to take advantage of her danger and take advantage of her body.

However, the old gentleman in front of him has already exhausted his life span and has half a foot in the coffin. He does not look like a womanizer.

She asked: "What does the old gentleman want Qian Cheng to pay?"

"I want to ask you a few things." Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghuafang became vigilant and said: "As long as it has nothing to do with the secrets of the goddess's twelve houses, Qian Cheng will definitely know everything."

"Who is the master of this place, Master Yuyao? Why do you stay in the Goddess Clothes City, but you are not a member of the Goddess's Twelve Squares?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"this……"

The owner of Minghuafang looked around with his beautiful eyes and said: "This is not a secret that cannot be told! However, the old gentleman should have a close relationship with Master Yuyao. Why don't you even know this?"

"I'm asking you a question now." Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghuafang was afraid of angering Zhang Ruochen, so he quickly said: "Master Yuyao and the city lord are biological sisters, they just have different inheritance."
Chapter completed!