Pressing the strings, Shiso suddenly remembered a name. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qin Ji, or Yu Qin.

The last princess of the Qin Dynasty, the assassin of the dead country, and the woman of the feather king Qianyu......

Qianyu, I don't know how long that world has passed, and whether that person has been detached?

In retrospect, the temper of that little girl today is very similar to that Huo'er back then! But compared to the little county lord, this little girl is much smarter.

Thinking of the days when he lived as a Qinchuan, he involuntarily hooked the strings with his hands, scattering, supporting, breaking, wiping, picking, hooking, and ticking...... , the fingers flutter like butterflies, and the sound of the piano echoes on the peak of the Sitting Forget Peak, from the slight sluggishness at the beginning to the tactful and smooth.

Sitting on the peak of the Forgotten Peak, there will be no disciples to enter without permission, and the dividing line is a piece of purple bamboo transplanted by Shiso himself. Viewed from above, this purple bamboo is like a clear line, dividing both sides of the bamboo forest into accessible and inaccessible.

Of course, except for a few people, no one usually approaches the summit without anything......

The disciples who were active on the mountainside, rubbing their ears, how could they seem to hear something, Senior Brother Le Zheng wouldn't be playing the piano again, right?

……

Thinking about it is in the south of the sea.

What is the use of asking the widow, the double-beaded tortoiseshell hairpin, and the jade Shao.

Wen Jun has his heart, and he pulls miscellaneous and destroys it.

Destroy it, and the wind will blow its ashes.

From now on, don't be lovesick!

Acacia and Junju, chickens and dogs bark,

Brother and sister-in-law should know.

Concubine Hoo!

The autumn wind is solemn and the morning breeze is blowing, and the east must be knowledgeable.

Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant looks can be angelica.

I miss my hometown and am depressed.

If you want to return home, there is no one to cross the river.

The mind cannot be spoken, and the wheel of the intestine turns.

……

Shisu played the tunes from Kotohime's memory, the tanks that Qianyu taught her, and she connected some tanks together to compose the tunes. Music is played during the feast, and the piano is played when it is quiet. She didn't understand why, when she played these tunes, there was always nostalgia in her eyes that she couldn't understand. She doesn't like those thoughts that seem superficial but are actually deep in the bone marrow, which makes her feel that they are so far away, as if they are in two worlds. She made up new tunes and filled in the lyrics, and slowly she stopped playing the tunes that Qianyu had given her. He didn't reprimand her for that, and she later learned that he was just looking for someone else to play. His gentleness and thoughtfulness made her sad and joyful, and she could not restrain his thoughts, was it some unknown woman?, she guessed......

Kotohime played those short songs again, but more towards those mourning songs. It just bounced and bounced until it died.

On the other side of the stone bridge, she quietly played the tune composed by "Thoughtful" and "Sad Song" in the sea of flowers, watching the people on the bridge go crazy and mourn and then fall into Lethe.

Qin Ji didn't know where Qianyu's nostalgia came from, but she knew, those tanka came from the Book of Songs, representing their past, full of their feelings for their homeland.

I don't know when I'll see my homeland again, and I can't remember the past years......

Sweeping the memories back into the depths of memory, Shisu carefully looked at the somewhat changed seven-string guqin.

Unless we meet again, being responsible for these memories is only an experience and has no other use.

The illusory body has been condensed a little, and the control of the magic weapon has also improved slightly, which means that after she played a song, she has further improved the refining of the magic weapon!

One hand hooked the strings, the other hand on the body of the piano, a decorative silver wire from the carved carving of the body of the piano came out, entangled with each other into a slender Qingfeng, the sword is two feet two inches long, shorter than ordinary sword weapons, but the slender sword body still makes it full of the sharpness and elegance of the sword, compared to the ordinary sword weapon is a lot more smart.

The tassels that hang down from the pond through the piano are no longer unresponsive when the wind blows, and although they do not float, they ripple......

Sure enough, it went one step further.

The so-called refining is to make the magic weapon closer to its own characteristics, and integrate the breath of the soul bloodline, so as to make the magic weapon more in line with the heart, and achieve a state like an arm. This is not much different from the sword cultivator's sword combination, emotion, or rather his own will, infects and assimilates......

Shisu guessed that the reason for the change was not playing the piano but playing the music, and to be more precise, the feelings in the song resonated with the guqin through playing, and then assimilated it to her, thus carrying out the independent refining from the magic weapon.

Guess boldly and verify carefully.

Stroking the strings again, Shisu's attitude was not as casual as before, and she dragged out the memories of the past, all the sorrows and regrets, thoughts and expectations from the depths of her mind......

Lifting the ruthless Dao's ice heart realm, let those unbridled emotional catharsis sweep away, occupying her mind.

Raise your wrist to hook the strings, and the piano sound starts again.

This time, I played a tune that everyone in my hometown was familiar with.

It has a widely circulated name called "Water Tune Song Head".

In the second half of the year, there is a sentence that has been passed down for a long time, which has been sighed and resonated by countless people......

May people live,

Thousands of miles together!

All the past as Lan Ting's existence turned into longing and reluctance for her homeland, pinning her love on the song, and Zi Su couldn't help but sing along with the tune.

At first, the tone is astringent, and the first time a person who has not opened his voice sings for the first time, it is like an old bearing that has not been oiled, and the voice of "squeak, squeak!" is a little sharp and harsh. Soon he opened his voice and sang tactfully.

Under the resonance, the sound of the piano was heard out of the cave and surrounded the entire Zaobing Peak, and the song of the shiso also fluttered with the sound of the piano......

The disciples in the Forgotten Peak all clearly heard the sound of the piano coming from the peak, and the vague singing that could not hear the lyrics clearly conveyed the longing for their homeland to the hearts of every disciple.

The sound of the piano resonated with people's hearts, and they suddenly remembered their hometown, their parents, and their friends who struggled together......

Thoughts make them cry.

Ling Xiao stopped at the foot of the mountain, Le Zheng tore off the strings in a long tone, and Bai Xiao looked into the distance with a distraction......

Changming Daojun, who hurried over, also had sad thoughts in his eyes, I don't know who he was thinking about or where he was going?

The song of "Water Tune Song Head" is not long, but Shisu is playing and venting on the side......

The conflict of memories makes her personality change every day, she is afraid that when she opens her eyes one day, she will not be herself, not the self whose name was Lan Ting in her previous life, and not the person who was self-loathing but loves life.

She was afraid, afraid that she would be replaced by her emotions in the memory of the Seven Stars, so as to become the second Seven Stars.

She was afraid! She was afraid that the memories she absorbed would cover her own memories, and she was even more afraid that she would never be able to remember the past when Chu Feng's memories were fully unsealed......

Man, a person is made up of soul and memory together, and her character is a clearer distinguishing sign than a name.

The same soul, after being reincarnated, is no longer the same person as before.

Because everything they have experienced is different, their memories are completely different, just like two stories written by one author, no matter how similar the plot is, you can't say that they are the same story, right?!

Lifted the realm of the ice heart, fear and worry poured down like the water of the galaxy falling from the sky, and she couldn't allow Shiso to dodge, she could only grit her teeth to resist, waiting for the water to run out or the sky to replenish it.

took the initiative to unravel the suppression of feelings in the Ice Heart Realm, how could she follow it up, not to mention that she couldn't open it at this moment~!

The singing voice was not there, but the feelings in the piano sound became more and more intense, and just when Changming Daojun was further addicted, the jade jue on his body was broken......