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He put forward such a condition relying on his own Qin Daoqiang.
"Xue'er, let's go."
"Let Guzhu Li think about it carefully!"
"If you don't have six Lyra fruits, don't bother me!"
After speaking, he took the young woman and walked towards the guest room.
"Damn!"
Bang!
Li Zhengyang slammed the table hard, and it instantly shattered.
"This Wang Tengyun is really nothing!"
"If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have let him play for the Celestial Qin Immortal Tree!"
Meng Chuan just stood aside and heard everything.
"There is still one more day before the Fairy Garden will be opened."
"Since that Wang Tengyun doesn't want to play, it's better to find someone else."
Li Zhengyang shook his head, sighed, and said, "Things are far from that simple!"
"The Celestial Qin Immortal Tree has absorbed the Dao of Qin to grow, and for the past 99 years, it has absorbed Wang Tengyun's Dao of Qin."
"You can change people in the middle, but you must change to a qin fairy with a higher qin skill than Wang Tengyun to play the qin."
"Otherwise, the Celestial Qin Immortal Tree will not grow."
In other words, Wang Tengyun can only continue to play now.
Or find someone who is better than Wang Tengyun to play the piano.
Find someone with a low skill to play the piano, the fairy tree will not absorb it, and it has the same effect as not playing.
Chapter 292 Qin Dao
Meng Chuan frowned.
"The conditions for the growth of the Celestial Qin Immortal Tree are indeed harsh."
"Wang Tengyun is also hateful enough to raise conditions at this juncture."
If Wang Tengyun was really given six Lyra fruit, there would only be four left in Yaoxian Valley.
Hundreds of years of hard work were in vain.
The heaven, material and earth treasures consumed are equivalent to the value of four lyra fruits.
Not even one was left for them.
In case the Immortal Qin Tree only bears nine fruits, it is equivalent to 100 years of wasted work, and it also pays a treasure of heaven, material and earth worth one piece.
"Wang Tengyun!" Li Zhengyang gritted his teeth, his face flushed with anger.
"He must have made such a ghost idea a long time ago, and wanted to cheat me at this critical moment!"
"I will never use such dishonest people in the future!"
The number of Qin Xian is rare.
In Ling Yunxian's country, Wang Tengyun's piano skills are the strongest.
Possesses the strength of Qipin Xianxian.
Qinxian divides his strength by the qin dao he controls.
Divided into grade one to grade nine.
Above the ninth rank, there is also a peak state.
Seventh Grade Qin Immortal, not only in Lingyun Immortal Kingdom, but also in several nearby Immortal Kingdoms, is very top-notch.
To change Qin Xian halfway, someone stronger than Wang Tengyun must be found.
That is, Bapin Qinxian.
There is still one day left, and the medicine fairy nursery will be opened.
In such a short period of time, Li Zhengyang would definitely not be able to find an eighth-grade qin fairy to play for the Tianqin fairy tree.
If Wang Tengyun is not allowed to play, this year will be abolished.
It will take another two years for the fairy tree to bear fruit.
In case you still can't find the eighth-rank Qinxian in the future, you can only watch the fruit in the fairy tree lose its spirituality and wither.
The eighth-rank Qinxian is very rare among the top ten fairy kingdoms.
Even if it can be found, the other party may not necessarily go to Yaoxian Valley for Tianqin fruit.
The vision of these people is very high.
"Damn it..." Li Zhengyang cursed angrily, "Could it be possible to compromise with Wang Tengyun?"
"If he wants five lyra fruits, maybe he can agree..."
In desperation, some conditions can only be relaxed again.
Five Lyra fruit is already the limit.
Absolutely no more.
Otherwise, if the Tianqin fairy tree only bears nine fruits, the 100 years of work will be in vain.
"Don't worry, maybe I have a solution." Meng Chuan walked to the side of the screen and said.
"Do you have a solution?" Li Zhengyang obviously didn't believe it, "There is no eighth-grade Qinxian in the entire Lingyun Immortal Kingdom! What can you do?"
"Don't talk to that Wang Tengyun yet, I will give you a satisfactory answer tomorrow!" After Meng Chuan finished speaking, he turned and left, preparing to return to his residence.
Li Zhengyang looked at the place where Meng Chuan's back disappeared, and shook his head helplessly.
"Ugh..."
"Eight-Rank Qin Xian, how can it be so easy to find?"
"Let's find a way first and communicate with Wang Tengyun."
Meng Chuan doesn't understand the Celestial Qin Immortal Tree, so what good solution can he come up with?
It seems that this Tianqin fruit must give up more.
...
Room.
After Wang Tengyun returned to the guest room, a sneer appeared on his face.
"Master, do you think Li Zhengyang will really give you six Tianqin fruits?" said the woman named Xiaoxue.
"Six Lyra fruits should be the limit of Li Zhengyang." Wang Tengyun looked like he was sure of winning.
"I don't think he will give me six, but he will still talk to me."
"Five pieces, he should be able to take them out."
In fact, what he really wanted was five Lyra fruit.
Recently, the practice of piano has reached a bottleneck.
If you break through, you can be promoted to the eighth grade Qinxian.
Three lyrae fruits are far from enough to break through to the eighth grade.
But five, that's about it.
As long as it breaks through the eighth grade, the effect of the Lyra fruit will be negligible.
In other words, after breaking through the eighth rank, he no longer needs this kind of thing.
Therefore, if you break the can, prepare to get five pieces at a time.
After being successfully promoted to the eighth rank, a wider world awaits him.
"Master, you are so ingenious, you have even thought of these in advance!" Xiaoxue said with a smile.
"You still have a lot to learn!" Wang Tengyun sneered, "Now, just wait for Li Zhengyang to come!"
...
In a quiet small courtyard.
There is a young girl holding a fairy sword and dancing her delicate body, her movements are very sharp.
Not long after, a young figure appeared in the yard.
The girl did not stop the sword in her hand, but her movements seemed a little nervous.
One of the most subtle tricks was not used because of nervousness.
Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan shook his head slightly.
"Your xinxing is unstable, and you still need to temper it!"
"When will you be able to abandon all thoughts and only have the sword in your heart, then you will truly enter the palace of the sword fairy!"
Meng Lingyun lowered her head in shame, pinching the corner of her clothes aggrievedly.
"Ancestor..."
"I was wrong…"
Because the ancestor is too important in her heart, more than anything else, so when she sees the ancestor, she wants to show her swordsmanship well.
But the more nervous you are, the more you want to perform well, the easier it is to make mistakes.
The top-grade immortal sword technique is inherently exquisite and difficult to practice.
A slight error will cause a move to fail.
Meng Chuan put his hands behind his back and said, "You will be fined to practice kendo here for a whole night, and you are not allowed to rest!"
"Tomorrow morning, I'll come and see your results. If you're not satisfied, you don't have to go to the Yaoxian Garden to see it tomorrow!"
"Ah..." Meng Lingyun quickly responded, "I obey!"
There are many exotic flowers and plants in the Yaoxian Garden. She is very interested and wants to go in and have a look.
If you can't participate tomorrow, it's a very bad situation.
Meng Chuan walked to the willow tree in the courtyard and sat down, putting a guqin in front of him.
He took out an ancient yellow book at random.
"Qin Dao"!
On the yellowed book cover, there are only two large characters.
Open the first page of the book, there is a picture of a person sitting in front of a long piano, playing the piano with both hands.
hum!
I only feel the buzzing in my brain, and my consciousness is pulled into the world of singing birds and flowers.
The man in the painting sits gracefully in front of the long piano, his hands gently brushing over the strings.
clank clank...
The melodious sound of the piano made Meng Chuan close his eyes and enjoy it.
Zheng!
At a certain moment, the sound of the piano changed, with ups and downs, resembling all kinds of scenes in the world, joys and sorrows.
In Meng Chuan's mind, a door slowly opened.
After the gate, there are roads about Qindao.
Listening and listening, Meng Chuan seemed to have realized something from it. There was actually a road extending from behind the door to the distance.
The avenue is getting clearer and farther away.