In Fuxi's formation, the human king played the piano as always, calmly, and stood beside a man who looked exactly like him, but this man exuded a gloomy aura all over his body, which was completely different from the human king's unity of heaven and earth. He is under the seat of Haotian, one of the seven halls of Huangquan Road, and the master of Wanhua Hall, Chonghua.
He half-closed his eyes and was concentrating on enjoying the piano music. Fuxiqin's melodious and heart-warming timbre made Chonghua raise the corners of his mouth slightly. As expected, he could no longer hear such a peaceful tune.
Ren Wang closed his eyes, plucked the last note, put his hands flat on the strings, and recalled the rhythm just now. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the man standing beside him.
Chonghua smiled with a friendly face, "Father." It seems that he has been waiting for a long time.
Fu Xi nodded, beckoning him to sit beside him, and then looked at the face that resembled his own, and there was a slight ripple in his usually calm eyes. The arrival of parents and children made Wang Haosheng happy.
"It's been many years since I visited, father, don't blame me." Chonghua said softly.
"There is a day and a month in the mountains, and a thousand years have passed in the human world. Here, things pass quickly." Fuxi replied lightly, without any complaints. It has become his habit to meditate quietly and play the piano every day, and he is also happy to enjoy this kind of life. The outside world has nothing to do with him.
Chonghua heard Fuxi's words and thought, indeed, time flies like an arrow. This Fuxi Formation has been around for nearly 7,000 years, and I have entered the Demon Race before the creation of the Fuxi Formation. I can't remember how long it has been until today. He experienced all kinds of things in Huangquan Dao, and saw that Haotian was still staring at the mountain and sea world, and every soul that passed through Huangquan Dao was absorbed by him, and the power of Linglong Pan became stronger day by day. fight between. Father has long ignored the affairs of the world, so who will fall on this important task?
When he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Fuxi passing his piano, and said to him: "Come on, play a piece too." Touching the strings lightly is like treating your beloved treasure. For Fuxiqin, Chonghua is very familiar with it. When he was still living in the mountains and seas, when he was still with his parents, the family would always sit together, chat and appreciate the rhythm. ¡®At that time, my father would pass it to me every time he played a piece. '
Sitting cross-legged, putting the piano on his lap, Chonghua tried to dial a note, which was crisp and pleasant to the ear. He smiled and started his song. Chonghua's style of music moves in an orderly manner, graceful and flawless, just like him himself, who is thoughtful and observant, but is not guessed by others. His appearance is evil and uninhibited, but he has deep feelings. Only after listening to his music, can we know how to face up to this person who is in Huangquandao.
The piano music is getting better and better, causing Chonghua to close his eyes and experience it with his heart.
Fuxiqin has the ability to create space. Both Shanzhongyu and Fuxi Array borrowed its ability to build. It can also retain the image of time and space and save it. Therefore, Chonghua saw it went to Kunlun Mountain to find the King, and wanted to Xuanyuan, who got help and finally got the Taiyu Sword, is he the successor who can replace Fuxi in the future to lead the world of mountains and seas? ¡®Hehe, sure enough, knowing a son is like a father! ¡¯ Chonghua smiled comfortingly. When Xuanyuan got the news of Taiyu Sword, he had heard about it in Huangquandao, but the reason could only be known by asking Fuxi.
After the song was over, Chonghua returned Fuxiqin, "The doubts have been resolved, and the time is getting late."
"Well, then let's go back early." Renwang still replied lightly, but he still looked at Chonghua reluctantly.
"Then, I'm going back now, and may my father be safe and peaceful." Chonghua stood up and bowed, saying goodbye to Fuxi. He will return to Huangquan Road, waiting for that day to come. ¡®That man, his name is Xuanyuan, right¡¡¯
"Go." Fuxi closed his eyes and continued his meditation. 'You can leave it to them' (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com