The melodious sound of the piano soothed and relaxed, relaxing Yunqing's whole body and mind. 『』

Ever since Yun Qing walked out of the Azure Mountain Range, he had almost been in a high state of tension, and he rarely had a chance to relax.

Because since then, he has been under all kinds of stress and danger.

And when he learned his true identity, there were two more words on his shoulders: responsibility.

Whether it is the responsibility of the family, or the responsibility of the people of the territory, or the responsibility of the many friends who trust him immensely.

They all pressed heavily on his body, so that he was rarely able to relax.

And now, in the sound of Mo Qingqing's piano, he actually relaxed wholeheartedly.

In this melodious sound of the piano, he entered a state.

Something seems to have come to mind.

It was very young, some hazy memories.

If the last time she heard the sound of Mo Qingqing's piano, it was her perception of the nature of heaven and earth.

Then the sound of the piano this time is her attachment and love for her relatives and affection.

It is also because of this reason that the sound of the piano evokes something buried in Yun Qing's heart.

What emerged was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and a long body.

And this middle-aged man has become a gray-haired old man in Yun Qing's memory in a short period of time.

This is the martial saint Xue Qianqiu who rescued him from the people sent by the East China Sea Gong and raised him.

The snow Qianqiu in Yunqing's memory at the beginning was still middle-aged.

At that time, Yunqing was a little more than three years old, almost four years old.

Later, Xue Qianqiu aged rapidly, and Yunqing was only about five years old.

In the past, Yunqing didn't know why his grandfather aged so fast.

Now, he knew, it was the impact of the injuries he had suffered in order to compete for the Martial God Bead.

It's just that this memory is too long and too vague, and Yun Qing was too young at that time, so he never remembered it.

And this time, in the sound of Mo Qingqing's piano, Yun Qing remembered it all.

Xue Qianqiu took good care of him when he was young, taught him to hunt hand in hand, and even spent cultivation to help him dredge his meridians and consolidate his foundation.

The qiē that Xue Qianqiu had done for him remembered again after Yun Qing had now understood cultivation, and it immediately made him feel a heart-wrenching pain.

Silently, two lines of tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

Tong'er looked at Yunqing's expression and covered her mouth.

Mo Qingqing closed his eyes, his hands did not stop, the sound of the piano became more and more exciting, even Tong'er, who had been carefree and did not know the hardships of the world under the aura of Mo Qingqing, fell into memories at this time, and with the memory or laughter or joy.

Unlike Yunqing, her memories are all happy.

"Grandpa" Yun Qing choked and muttered in a low voice.

In the midst of the heavy snow, Xue Qianqiu brought back abundant prey from the mountains.

At that time, Yunqing was so happy, because this winter, he didn't have to go hungry.

But now he knew that Xue Qianqiu's injuries had really deteriorated to the point of being very serious.

I'm afraid that hunting those ordinary beasts is actually very difficult.

But he didn't come out in front of Yun Qing.

By the time Yun Qing was able to hunt alone, Xue Qianqiu's injuries had deteriorated to the point where he couldn't go out hunting.

And from that time until his death, he did not tell Sù Yunqing any of his enemies or show any painful expression in front of him.

Obviously, he didn't want Yun Qing to avenge him and put him in danger.

Even in the suicide note he left, he only told him some information about saving Yunqing, about his life experience.

Mo Qingqing's piano sound flowed, and suddenly it became high-pitched.

Yun Qing suddenly felt a splitting headache, his chest was tight, and some vague memories appeared in his mind.

Gradually, those memories became clearer.

In the bumpy carriage, Yun Qing saw a child who looked exactly like himself, and a little girl as cute as a porcelain doll.

The little girl was crying bitterly.

And Yun Qing looked at the crying little girl, took off a piece of jade pendant hanging around her neck, and put it on her neck.

Yun Qing kept comforting the little girl.

And the boy who looked exactly the same took off an identical jade pendant from his neck and put it on Yun Qing's neck, and then he pretended to be an adult and touched Yun Qing's head to comfort him

The appearance of this scene made Yun Qing have a headache.

He endured the pain, his forehead was bulging, and drops of sweat flowed down uncontrollably.

He knew it was a memory he had lost as a child.

He was tempted to remember what had happened.

He held back the pain and didn't dare to make a sound, lest he alarm Mo Qingqing and make her stop the music and lose the opportunity to think of that qiē.

The carriage traveled for an unknown amount of time, and the masked men who carried them kept changing along the way.

And finally one day, the carriage suddenly shattered, and a large number of people chased after it.

Among the people who caught up, the face of the person who rushed to the front gradually became clear.

"Father," Yun Qing said softly in his mouth.

In the ensuing scuffle, the masked men suffered heavy casualties.

In the end, the strongest of them asked the others to break off, and he fled with the Yunqing brothers.

At that moment, Yun Qing violently pushed the little girl and the boy who looked exactly like him away, and then pounced on the masked man himself, hugged his leg tightly, and then bit down hard.

Immediately after that, the masked man raised his palm, and then Yun Qing didn't know what happened next.

It was clear that he was knocked unconscious.

Yun Qing's head was getting more and more painful, and the sweat almost soaked his clothes.

In the midst of the severe pain, vague memories reappeared.

It was in the middle of a forest, and the masked man was running with him in a frenzy.

At this time, there were a few more accomplices by his side.

At this moment, two twin girls of about three years old jumped up and ran from the front, as if they were playing.

When the masked man's accomplice saw the two girls, he looked inquiringly at the masked man who was holding Yunqing.

Then the masked man nodded at them.

They immediately rushed over and arrested the two girls as well.

It seems that he doesn't want the two girls to leak the news of their group.

But it didn't take long for the entire forest to suddenly shake violently, and countless beasts rushed towards it.

They were met by a tide of beasts.

The masked men led them to fight in the beast tide for a while, and finally broke out of the beast tide, but they encountered a flaming fire lion again.

The masked men fought fiercely with the flaming lions, suffering heavy casualties.

The masked man who was the leader suddenly looked at the three of them with murderous eyes, and then slashed at the two twin girls with a knife, obviously knowing that he could not escape the pursuit of the Flame Lion and wanted to kill them.

Yun Qing rushed over and knocked the two girls away, but he was swept by the knife of the man in black, and the strong knife wind swept his body out of the way, and when he fell to the ground, he hit something on his head.

The two girls ran to him crying, crying bitterly, a faint black glow emitted from their bodies, and the shadows of a pair of faint jet-black wings loomed behind them.

In the last picture in his memory, the two girls held his hand tightly, and there was immediately a sharp pain in his hand that went straight to the bone marrow, and the hands of the three of them exuded a black glow, and strange symbols slowly rotated around the hands of the three people

The flaming lion rounded the three and pounced on the masked man.

Yun Qing didn't know about the rest of the matter.

He rubbed his temples in pain, and could only speculate based on the fragments of his memories and the recounting of Xue Qianqiu's last words.

Yun Qing should have been hit by that knife, his body flew out, and then when he landed, he hit his head.

According to Xue Qianqiu's last words, the Flame Lion should have killed the masked man and his accomplices, but the life and death of the two girls are unknown.

After all, there was still a flaming lion at the time.

Perhaps, they have already died in the belly of the lion.

However, Yun Qing thought about it now and felt that they should not be ordinary people.

After all, to be able to appear in the depths of the Canglan Mountain Range, he saw the two girls before he passed out.

But what the situation was, Yun Qing couldn't guess.

Yun Qing took off the hanging jade pendant and looked at the two words inside in a daze.

This is his twin brother, that is, the real Yunqing left him.

And his jade pendant, which has his real name, Yunfeng, was worn on her body to comfort Ke'er, who was crying out of fear at that time.

"Brother, I remember everything." Yun Qing held the jade pendant in his hand tightly: "However, let me live in your name in the future." I don't want to throw it away. The name also has memories of my grandfather who raised me."

Although he had long believed Ke'er's words at that time, but now that he can remember, no matter what, Yun Qing feels that he has no regrets in his heart.

The mystery of his own life experience has been completely solved.

Yun Qing only felt that the boulder pressed on his heart had completely disappeared.

"Although Donghai Gong doesn't know who rescued you, but one day, I will find you to get all the qiē back." A cold glint flashed in Yun Qing's eyes.

At the same time, Mo Qingqing's qin song was also coming to an end, and the strong sense of family affection contained in the song made the murderous aura surging in Yun Qing's heart gradually dissipate.

At the end of the song, all three of them sat there quietly, and no one spoke for a long time.

"Thank you, Miss, for the tune." It was Yunqing who broke the silence.

"Your Excellency Duke, can you tell me how you feel" Mo Qingqing looked at him with an inquiring expression.

Yun Qing shook his head gently: "The song reminds me of many, many relatives. Miss, isn't this song composed by reciting her own relatives?"

Mo Qingqing smiled, this moment made Yun Qing feel as if he had seen a beautiful scene of thousands of flowers blooming in an instant.

"Yes. The Duke was able to understand my tune. Mo Qingqing's eyes were filled with joy