Miao Yi's eyes widened and looked into the depths of the mist, pointed again, and said in surprise: "Someone is playing the piano inside!"

"Playing the piano?" Yan Beihong was speechless, seeing that Miao Yi didn't look like he was lying, his little thumb quickly plucked out his ear, and calmly concentrated on listening.

However, after listening to it for a long time, I didn't even hear a fart, let alone any piano sound, so I couldn't help but say suspiciously: "Brother, think too much, right?"

Miao Yi confirmed that he had heard correctly, and pointed to the front with high spirits and said: "Someone is playing the piano inside, it means that the front is also a safe area, let's go over and take a look, there are few people in front of you, and the possibility of finding fairy grass is greater." ”

When he turned around, he found that Yan Beihong's face gradually sank, and he didn't know what he said wrong.

As everyone knows, Yan Beihong didn't hear any sound at all, he is a person with clear grievances, this kind of person often can't rub sand in his eyes.

It's nothing to want to pull him to be a bodyguard, just say it, it's easy to discuss, but Miao Yi's 'excuse' made Yan Beihong feel that Miao Yi's mind was not right.

Miao Yi had already learned the scheming of borrowing a knife to kill people Yan Beihong had already learned it, and now he was pregnant with fairy grass, in case this kid had bad thoughts, he would make trouble and capsize in the gutter.

Therefore, Yan Beihong finally lost the trust that Miao Yi had established, and untied the package he had snatched on the spot, took a little food and stuffed it into his arms, and threw most of the food at Miao Yi's feet along with the package.

"Since my brother doesn't listen to persuasion, that's all I can do, we'll have a meeting later!"

Yan Beihong threw down a sentence and strode away without looking back.

This move made Miao Yi a little inexplicable, how can he say that he turned his face and turned his face?

After witnessing Yan Beihong's figure completely disappearing into the fog, he still didn't understand what was going on, and he could only think that Yan Beihong didn't want to accompany him on any more adventures.

More than half a month has passed, and I haven't found a single fairy grass, should I catch up with Yan Beihong, or continue to look for it? With Yan Beihong's skills, it should be safer to go back with him as a companion...

Miao Yi stood alone on the top of the hill and hesitated for a long time, thinking of the future of his younger brothers and sisters, he looked back at the place where the sound of the piano came from, and muttered to himself: "Where others dare to go, don't you dare to go?"

Yang Tian took a deep breath, collected his mood, strengthened his will, picked up the package on the ground and walked down the mountain in the direction from which the piano music came.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the mountain, the sound of the piano from afar seemed to be very uncalm, but it quickly returned to normal.

After Miao Yi walked for a while, he found that the terrain here seemed to be unusually flat.

He walked in the direction from which the sound of the piano came, but after a long distance, the sound of the piano seemed to be always not far ahead, and you never seemed to be able to get close, so that he had to wonder if he had heard it wrong, it was not the sound of the piano at all.

Miao Yi couldn't help but hesitate.

Not very far from him, on the towering mountain peaks surrounded by mist, there was a pingtai, and on a stone table, there was a giant guqin more than a zhang long.

On the ancient piano body, there are sun, moon and stars in relief, and the vicissitudes of life.

The three dragons went out of the sea, looking back at the sun, moon and stars.

The dragon bodies of the three dragons are blatantly strings, divided into three colors, and they are extremely exquisite.

When you get closer, you can see the dragon scales and four curled claws on the strings, plus the lifelike and intricately carved dragon head, which makes people mistakenly think that the strings are dragon's shrunken shapes.

It can be seen that there should have been eight such dragon strings on the guqin, but somehow, such an ingenious guqin actually destroyed five strings, and only three remained.

A tall man stood beside the guqin on the stone table, wearing a plain white Confucian robe, wearing a simple cyan cloak that was as light as gauze and seemed to be washed white, and the material of the clothes seemed to be very ordinary.

The long and clean hair is draped down to the waist, and the heavenly court is smooth and full.

It's a pity that the long black and shiny hair on his head is not beautiful in the frost color of his temples.

The white hair on both sideburns was gray, one strand hung down on each side of the chest, and one strand of white hair was closed at the back of the head, and a small braid was tied at the back of the head, which restrained the black hair that was draped down the back from falling apart.

Although the face of this 'scholar' is the mature appearance of a middle-aged man, it is so handsome that it is almost indescribable.

The bridge of the nose is upright, the eyebrows are rigid and soft, the eyes are like a phoenix, the eyes are like cold stars, the cheeks are resolute and full of tenderness, and the kiss of the lip line can intoxicate the beauty.

The whole person can't tell what it feels like, at a glance, righteousness and demonic coexist, nobility and ordinariness coexist, domineering and gentleness coexist, chivalry and tenderness are not lacking, and looking back will inadvertently reveal a momentum that looks down on the world.

There is a word called amorous amorous, but his amorous amorous is different from the amorous description of a woman.

There is also a word to describe a woman that can also be used on him, and that is the elegance of the peerless!

This is a man of peerless elegance, hard to find in the world!

On the top of the misty mountain, the 'scholar' stood straight beside the stone table guqin, looking into the distance, with one hand behind his back, one hand with five fingers and a light breeze, gently plucking the three strings, and the sound of the piano that Miao Yi heard was from his hand.

Within a radius of twenty miles around this mountain is a basin, and the sound he emits is like the sound of bats, and no intrusion can escape his ears.

He couldn't be sure if Miao Yi was attracted by the sound of the qin, or maybe he had entered this realm by mistake, but he sensed Miao Yi's hesitation.

The five fingers of the strings are easily plucked, and the hand behind the back is lifted to the chest, and the ribbon knot of the cloak is gently pulled and unfastened.

The cloak floated up, off his shoulder, and drifted away, into the mist.

Miao Yi, who hesitated, was stunned for a moment, and found that the sound of the piano seemed to be moving and changed to another direction.

Miao Yi scratched his head, looked around with some apprehension, and finally walked towards the place where the sound of the piano came from again.

The slightly drooping eyes of the 'scholar' on the top of the mountain flickered, and he slowly turned his head to look in Miao Yi's direction.

He confirmed that Miao Yi was indeed disturbed by the sound of the piano, he was not shocked on the surface, but his mood seemed to be affected, the speed of the five fingers was a little faster, and the sound of the piano became a little abrupt.

The sound of the piano changed direction several times, and it seemed that someone was running away with the piano, and Miao Yi was seduced and quickened his pace, wanting to see who had the leisure to play the piano here.

He probably didn't realize it himself, but he had been carried out of a zigzag route by the sound of the piano.

Beyond the zigzag route, a swarthy mantis with a terrifying scythe, barbed arthropods, like armor, with its horns touching, mating, and gnawing on bloody corpses with its sharp and frightening chewing mouthparts.