Lord of the People: Start with 300 billion World Trees! chapter 760

Lord of the People: Start with 300 billion World Trees!
750. The End Of The Song
Although the tone of the people next to him was very pity, he still felt very uncomfortable.
“Well, it’s a pity. If this seed is a good seed, it should be able to grow some powerful elixir in the future. But because it has been left for too long, the seed has already rotted, and it is impossible for the Da Luo Immortal to come. It can’t be saved.”
“Things are good things, but they are useless, so let’s change our condolences.”
The monks next to him didn’t attack him at this time, because they all felt the difficulty of fighting in the secret realm. This person must have undergone a lot of training to be the first to reach the third percentile, and he has his strengths.
“well………”
There was a sound of sighing, and everyone lost the thought of comparison, and fell silent, making sad tears almost flow down.
After a while, he collapsed on the chair in the room, staring blankly at the seeds in his hand, and the hall fell into silence. The practice was no longer noisy, and no one else dared to say anything.
“Why is it just a seed…” The man held the box tightly with both hands, and if he tried harder, the box that had been preserved for thousands of years would be crushed.
No matter how unwilling he was, in the end he had no choice but to accept his fate, leaving only eyes full of mourning and weeping.
Just when everyone was silent, a beautiful zither sound with a slight trembling rang into everyone’s ears, and then the sound began to toss and turn in the sky in the cabin in a soft way.
Together with the sound of the piano, all the passengers in the originally quiet cabin became silent. They all widened their curious eyes, trying to find out who was playing the piano.
Why are you playing the piano at this time?
Soon, everyone saw Ling Shen standing in the corner without saying a word.
Ling Shen’s handsome face, his temperament as if a nose fairy descended to earth, his clean and flawless skin, and his earnest expression when playing the piano all made everyone stunned for a moment.
“What a handsome boy! Could it be that he is the descendant of some immortal force?”
“How can a person be so handsome? When I saw him, I felt like the stars were falling for nine days… He stood in the center of the stars and all the brilliance was around him!”
“This is so handsome, he has such a handsome appearance at such a young age…” Everyone was amazed, and many practitioners also looked at each other, and someone said with a smile: “After passing In the battle of the secret realm, it is good for me to be at ease with someone singing a wonderful song at this time, I hope this child can talk better.”
At this time, the second piano sound also started to be played, followed by the last piano sound, the third, and the fourth…
Each syllable is different, but it seems to be natural, and the combination of these syllables has a soothing effect.
0…seeking flowers…
Soon, the sound of the zither was like flowing water, and an invisible appearance washed the whole hall. The souls of many people entered the world created by his music, and they soared freely in the music created by the bell. Between heaven and earth.
Soon, this group of people landed on the earth again, everything was born in front of their eyes, the spring was warm and flowers were blooming, and the fragrance of the soil could still be vaguely smelled…
Many passengers in the cabin who just wanted to listen to music casually were all stunned. Their eyes were blank, as if their souls were no longer in place, and their bodies were stiff and motionless.
……0
They wriggled their noses constantly and looked towards the direction of the music vigorously.
The murderous aura on those practitioners was completely washed away in Ling Shen’s wonderful summer of music, and they became incomparably harmonious, no different from the Common people
Tule soothed their wounded hearts. There is only the leisurely and moving drum sound in the cabin.
It was quiet, and the song ended.
Ling Shen put his hands on the strings and smoothed the trembling strings. He exhaled often, his eyes were very clear, and he squinted to look at the people around him. The air has not dissipated for a long time, and the White Cloud outside the window blossoms into the sea of clouds, and the sun shines down through the window, casting mottled patterns.