Tears hung in the corners of Feishuang's eyes. He looked at Huang Xiaodou, with a sad look on his face, and said, "It's boring to talk to you about this, right?"

Huang Xiaodou shook his head very quickly and said, "Senior Brother Feishuang, I probably understand what you said, but I didn't understand it too much, you go to the eighteenth floor...... Oh no, well, did you break something or steal something from the furnace?

Feishuang was stunned, his eyes turned a few times, his voice was a little stumbling, and he said, "I...... I didn't take anything, I just saw the appearance of the masters and a few senior brothers refining weapons...... It's the scene I took you to see before. The Yatori Building can fully excavate the things in the depths of our memory, although it is an illusion, but many things follow the rules of reality!"

Huang Xiaodou thought about it seriously, his expression was even more puzzled, and said, "I still don't quite understand, are they trying to clean you up?" It stands to reason that no matter how powerful an attack disciple is, if he doesn't have a good weapon, his combat effectiveness will definitely be greatly reduced. Of course, some of their weapons may have been dug out of some kind of tomb treasure cave, but they still need to be refined by people after all.

The people who refine weapons have always existed because of the needs of this world, and this course has always been retained in various sects, and it is also a very important subject.

It's rare for Qingshanmen to have a disciple like you, who is obsessed with refining weapons, they can't kill them, and they want to kill you completely?

Senior brother, I think, did you misunderstand something about this? Or did you ...... "What should you not see?"

Huang Xiaodou said while thinking about the situation in the furnace, but after thinking about it for a long time, it was a group of people refining the weapon~ And it is the most powerful, the final "soul injection" of the caster!

Although the "soul injection" is powerful, if you want to cultivate refining disciples, these should not be hidden!

Feishuang heard him say this, the sadness on his face froze for a while, and then became suspicious and surprised, his eyes looked at the direction of Lian Chifeng uneasily, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly realized and felt unbelievable, and then said goodbye to Huang Xiaodou with some gaffes, "I, I...... I need to be alone and quiet, you, you are at your own ......"

After saying that, Feishuang turned around and stumbled away.

Huang Xiaodou caught up a few steps, and Feishuang's figure disappeared out of thin air.

In the distance, the sound of the piano came again, like a cry.

******

Huang Xiaodou followed the sound of the piano all the way up. Helpless, if Feishuang, who is a soul, really wants to hide, he can't find Huang Xiaodou who is tired!

This wave back to the peak became a little unstable because of Huang Xiaodou's sobriety and the unsobriety of Feishuang, the soul that controlled him, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be baked in high temperatures, and the lines became crooked.

Huang Xiaodou walked to the front of the art workshop.

He had never been here before, and the building in front of him was somewhat similar to the gray walls and black tiles of the emblem-style building, and due to the unstable distortion, Huang Xiaodou recalled the appearance of the outside of the Yatori Building.

Huang Xiaodou listened to the plucked piano sound and tried to shout "Chu Xin" a few times, but no one answered. He hesitated, then stepped inside.

It feels like crashing into a bubble and blending into a different plane.

He seemed to be standing in the midst of a riddle of lakes and mirrors.

Beneath your feet is a line of land, with a slender one stretching into the distance, and you don't know where it leads. Looking backwards, it's the same.

The sides of the road are like lakes, reflecting his figure, making him look like he is hanging in the air, or stepping on the lake. And above his head was the color of the lake, reflecting his reflection in the lake under his feet......

Huang Xiaodou tentatively took a few steps forward, no different from standing still.

He leaned down and stretched out his hand to easily insert it into the lake, the water was cold and silky, Huang Xiaodou rolled up his sleeves, and his whole arm couldn't touch the bottom when he stretched it in. And he couldn't see his arms through the water.

I took my hand out and found that there was no water on my hand at all.

He held his breath and tried to put his face into it again, and saw that it was like a mirror maze, in the dark blue light and shadow, the faces of Hua Zhifan with bulging cheeks were like a huge kaleidoscope, which frightened Huang Xiaodou and quickly retracted his head!

He was inexplicably afraid, and the fear for no reason spread, accompanied by hunger, and the pain in his leg was not too big to join in the fun.

He sat there with the stream in his arms, telling himself over and over again that this was an illusion, this was an illusion, but when he opened his eyes, the scene here was still the same, without the slightest change!

He began to shout Chu Xin's name with a crying voice, and after shouting a few times, he began to shout "Hua Zhi Fan", and then shouted "Zhi Fan~" "Fan~" "Big fan?" "Where are you in the big fan?"

I thought there would be no echo, but after a string of blisters, he faintly heard a voice responding to him, so he continued to shout hard, "Big fan, big fan! Do you hear me?" I'm Huang Xiaodou~"

He began to run along the narrow path, continuing to call out to Hanagi Fan as he ran.

Finally, the faint voice gradually became clear, and the voice was asking, "Who are you?"

The voice was a man. Huang Xiaodou was a little surprised, but also replied: "I'm Huang, ah no, I'm Xifeng-" He was afraid that the other party wouldn't hear, so he put his hands to his mouth and shouted loudly.

The voice was still ethereal like a cloud, and it would dissipate when it was blown. "No, no, who are you?"

"I ...... Who am I?"

Huang Xiaodou put down his hands and began to wonder why this person kept asking who he was?

He followed the sound of the piano to find Chu Xin, although he was very strange why Chu Xin was in a place where there was the sound of the piano, but Feishuang had no reason to lie to him after telling him the truth!

Could it be ......

Huang Xiaodou suddenly lowered his head and looked at the lake. The reflection of himself in the lake is the face of Hua Zhifan, because his situation at this time is not like the usual hippie smile, nor is it like getting up early every day to comb his hair and play handsome in the mirror when he is not there.

At this time, the face in the lake was expressionless, but it was still handsome and picturesque.

The voice was still asking, "Who are you?"

Huang Xiaodou opened his mouth, and the people in the lake also opened their mouths. He thought for a moment and said, "I'm you." ”

This time, the lake rippled through layers of ripples, rising and falling with a gentle piano note.

Huang Xiaodou was a little strange, and saw that the expression of the figure in the lake was also a little weird, and he was slowly raising his hand to touch the surface of the lake, Huang Xiaodou also unconsciously stretched out his hand, and for a while he was a little suspicious that it was still not his own shadow.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand in confusion, the shadow's hands on the lake suddenly stretched out, grabbed the caught off guard Huang Xiaodou, and dragged him into the lake!

The world swirled. In a daze, Huang Xiaodou felt that he was in a dim space, and he couldn't see what this place was, and he didn't know what was behind the darkness.

“…… Have you forgotten what your original intention was? Revenge, revenge!"

"What do you want to do before you take revenge, of course you have to become stronger! It's not enough to kill so many demon beasts before, we should continue to go in and fight!"

"What are you doing with that broken piano in your arms! What's the use of playing sad relatives, is it possible that the enemy will pity you and let you go when they hear it?"

"What about those grand wishes you made when you came to Qingshanmen?!Do you remember the name that your master gave you? Chu Xin, know your true heart, what is your true heart?"

"It's ridiculous, you lost your body, and you gave up all the only chance you had for a broken piano!

"You're still wearing pink clothes! like a girl's house, you deserve to lose your body!"

"Nest!"

"Stupid!"

"Rubbish!"

"Mother was right, you are just a good-looking ornament! Dad really loves you in vain, and now Jiuquan must be extremely disappointed in you!"

"What face do you have to go out? Do you want to see your master's disappointed face? Do you want to be laughed at by the brothers? Oh, by the way, you are a woman now, no one will laugh at you, and you may still think that you have the qualifications to do that. That, you know!"

“……”

Huang Xiaodou sounded exactly the same, and the voice seemed to play several roles, angrily counting who it was.

He came to his senses, got up and walked away.

Not far away, I saw a few ethereal white shadows surrounding a man kneeling in a light pink overshirt and holding a harp.

The man lowered his head, but his figure was inexplicably familiar.

It's not Taowu, it's not a thousand machines.

Huang Xiaodou walked over step by step, and the person kneeling on the ground was wearing a disheveled head, describing him as a little embarrassed. There was a familiar lady's sword on the ground, stained with blood, and he held an old and quaint ukulele in his arms.

"Master......" The kneeling man made a faint voice, "Master, he can also play the piano......"

"Heh!" a white shadow sneered, "Then Master's skill and mana can be regarded as a master among masters, are you a master?"

"I, I will......" The kneeling man's voice trembled a little, but he couldn't say how resolute he was.

"Hah, I will, what will it be? Just holding a piano and kneeling there, can I do anything? It's a joke!"

"You'd better think about who you really are and what you should do! Your mother's hatred and your father's hatred must be remembered clearly! These useless things should be as far away as they are!" A white shadow snatched the piano from the kneeling man's hand like a white shadow wind, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"No——!" The kneeling man finally raised his head and reached for the harp, but another white shadow behind him wrapped around his foot, tripping him and falling on a strong heel.

Huang Xiaodou looked at the familiar face, and suddenly felt that that face was much better looking than his own face.

The sorrow between the eyebrows, the clenched lip flap, and the pearlescent tears...... The tenderness is covered in the resolute outline, which makes people look more heartwarming and unbearable.

The piano fell to the ground and did not break.

The man lying on the ground did not have the courage to carry it back into his arms again.

The tears in his eyes hung in his sockets, and he just refused to fall. My lips are about to break.

Huang Xiaodou walked over, and the white shadow in the circle made a startled sound, and then whispered:

"Why another one?"

"Is it on our side?"

"It's for sure, who would endure the ridicule of others, a good man, with good legal attributes and physique, but learning to play the piano and such an immoral thing!"

"Well, that makes sense......"