Chapter 1308 (2/2)

120 notes form a rhythm. For Qin Yi who knows nothing about the rhythm, it is difficult to arrange them correctly. It is conceivable that he may not be able to arrange them correctly if he is given ten years.

Yanzhuxin's jade fingers beat on 120 golden notes, constantly trying to arrange them.

Qin Yi, Yan Meiniang and Gong xigeyu have nothing to do. They watch quietly and dare not make a sound for fear of disturbing Yan Zhuxin's thinking.

Two hours later.

Yan Zhuxin puffed out her tender cheeks on both sides and said, ”OK.”

Just so soon!

Before, Qin Yi arranged intermittently for more than a month, and only then did he arrange more than 20 golden runes, and it is doubtful whether they are correct.

Now, however, Yan Zhuxin arranges 120 golden runes in only two hours.

Qin Yi was stunned and blinked in disbelief.

”Then how to unseal the third layer?”

Qin Yi's face was filled with uncontrollable joy. It was really unexpected that the third layer of this ten square hell had to be opened by the people of Yan's tribe.

Fortunately, Yan Zhuxin betrayed Yan Shao and stood on her side. Otherwise, the third floor of this ten square hell will never be unsealed.

Once the third level of the ten square hell cannot be unsealed, I'm afraid I won't win when I face gongzu's record in the future.

”This is simple.”

Yan Zhuxin stretched out her slender hand and touched the 120 notes that had been rearranged again. Then she saw a trace of mysterious Qi in her body lead to the palm.

With the surge of this mysterious Qi, it is slowly injected into the 120 golden runes. The 120 golden runes are constantly bouncing up, and a beautiful melody also flows out with it. It is beautiful, crisp and pleasant, like a clear spring in the mountains, and like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

Qin Yi and Yan Meiniang could not help but close their eyes and listen carefully. They just felt that they were in the misty fairyland, full of flowers and forget themselves.

After a long time, the sound of the piano trembled slowly, and then it became longer and longer, and finally disappeared slowly.

Good song!

It's really the best in the world. Only those music composers can compose such immortal and extraordinary piano music.

Qin Yi, who was intoxicated with the piano music for a while, just regained his mind and slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just returned from the free Taixu.