Yan Qingrui's eyes froze, Su Junqing, that was her grandfather, who was beheaded by Dirty Ink. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhen Ziyou sighed and said, "You know, a poor monk and a monk thought that since he encountered such a thing, he would play a song, and it should be to see off that poor old man!"

Yan Qingrui seemed to feel that something was blocked in her heart, and a very uncomfortable feeling surged up, that was because she heard the tragedy of the year, and the family affection that blood was thicker than water made her mood fluctuate.

Zhen Zidemon said: "I was in a teahouse twenty zhang away, and I used my internal force to send this qin sound out. With the piano skills of the poor monk, that piano song is simply this song should only exist in heaven, and the world can hear it a few times......"

Yan Qingrui: "......" guy always doesn't forget to brag about himself.

Zhen Zidemon shook his bald head quite narcissistically, and sighed with emotion: "At the end of the song, Su Junqing's old man laughed, and he sighed loudly, 'There is blood in his chest, why not be afraid of the stigma of the world!' and then led his neck to death." Then, at the end of my piano, there was suddenly such a piece of blood plum blossoms, and then, this piano was dumb!"

Yan Qingrui glanced at the crimson plum blossom again, it really seemed to be blood-colored. She didn't believe that Zhen Zidemon was running the train with his mouth full, it was too unbelievable, but if this qin really played a send-off song for her grandfather that day, it would have something to do with her.

Zhen Zidemon said: "In the next seven years, I put a lot of effort into it and asked countless people to verify it, and this piano is dumb and will never make a sound anymore!"

Yan Qingrui's eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "What happened three years ago?"

Zhen Ziyou smiled and said, "Have you guessed this?" Three years ago, it was played once. ”

Yan Qingrui couldn't help but feel a little interested, and said, "Why is that?"

Zhen Ziyou sighed, scratched his bald head, and said, "The poor monk is also very puzzled. After the morning class of the poor monk, he felt very bored, although the piano was dumb, the poor monk still loved it very much, so the poor monk took this piano and walked around the mountains casually. As I walked, I met a woman in a green forest, who was masked with a light veil and walked slowly in the green forest, like a fairy in the mountains. ”

Yan Qingrui teased: "Or maybe it's the elf in the mountain, your piano can only be played by immortals." ”

Zhen Zidemon shook his head again and again, and said, "No, no, that's a living person." At the beginning, it was also the day when the Bodhi Temple was going to open the altar, and a hexagram and four signatures would be sent, and the woman must have come to ask for the sign of the Xuyun monk. She saw the piano in the poor monk's hand and took a second look. The poor monk was blessed to the soul, and he also had the intention to make a joke, so he asked her to play a song. ”

Yan Qingrui thought to herself that this Zhen Zi Demon was really a bad taste, he was obviously a dumb piano, and he had to invite others to play it, was it interesting to see others make a fool of himself?

Zhen Zidemon naturally ignored the disdain at the corner of Yan Qingrui's mouth, and said, "The woman hesitated for a moment, then took it, and then, she sat on the ground on the green grass, put the piano on her lap, and plucked the strings with a light movement of her fingers. The poor monk was laughing and groaning, thinking that this piano was played silently, and this woman must have felt that it was the Buddha's hint and no longer asked for a signature! But what the poor monk did not expect was that the woman actually played this piano. Not only did it sound, but the piano skills were even better than those of the poor monks, it was simply the sound of heaven and the sound of immortals!"