Ling Luo stood up, stretched out his hands, and stabilized the body that rushed over, with a faint reproach in his tone: "Holding so many things, and running so fast." ”

"No more, no less." He couldn't care about the big stack of books in his hand, shook his head vigorously, and said, "How can Sister have time today?" ”

"It's been a long time since I've heard you play the piano, and I miss it very much."

Ling Luo's eyes fell on the large stack of books he was holding in his arms, all of them were covered in pitch-black, he took a copy casually, turned two pages, looked at the extremely distorted handwriting densely packed like tadpoles, and wondered: "What is this?" ”

"Today, the head of the library tower cleaned up about a few hundred books, saying that they were all waste books and should be burned in a centralized manner." He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "I flipped through some casually, and found these books particularly interesting, so I hid them and brought them back." ”

"Do you recognize the words on it?" Ling Luo's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if these extremely distorted tadpoles could also be called "words".

She came from a thousand years ago, and she boasted that she could already understand countless ancient odd characters, but she didn't have the slightest clue about what was on the black cover.

Zai nodded, his big eyes flashed with a shiny luster, and his voice was full of excitement: "Yes, these are storybooks, and the myths and stories in them are quite interesting." ”

"Myths?" Ling Luo became more and more confused.

While opening the door and introducing Ling Luo into the courtyard, he explained with great interest: "Well, I probably read a few pages, it means that at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, Pangu used a giant axe to split chaos and create heaven and earth, and at the same time derived a cloud of filthy qi, after hundreds of millions of years, the filthy qi had its own consciousness, began to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and began the path of cultivation. ”

"And then, what happened to that foul air?" Ling Luo was also interested and asked.

"The rest of the story, I haven't had time to see it yet." A slightly shy smile floated on the thin lips of the little chapped and chapped, "Wait for Xiao Zheng to see it, and then tell Sister Ah about the development of the story later." ”

"yes, okay." Ling Luo helped the robbery and moved the dozen or so heavy black cover books into the house together, "By the way, you haven't told me yet, how did you recognize these strange characters?" ”

A trace of confusion crossed his eyes, and he said, "I don't know the way, but I just recognize it." The first time I saw them, those myths and stories automatically appeared in my mind as if they were real scenes. ”

Ling Luo looked at the robbery in surprise, there were really many secrets hidden in his body, and he could always surprise her again and again.

Let's take Jing Yuan Guo as an example, Chen Yin ate a few, and the dantian was damaged in his eyes; But when he took the essence fruit as an apple every day, not only did he have nothing to do, but his body became healthier and healthier.

He didn't notice Ling Luo's scrutinizing gaze, but took out the guqin she had given her, and moved very carefully.

The guqin is bright and can be seen, and it can be seen that the owner of this piano loves it very much.

"What song does Sister want to hear? Quiet or happy? He placed the guqin on the table and cast an inquiring glance at Ling Luo.

He plays the piano and never needs a piano music.

What he plays has always been a kind of artistic conception, a mood, and a feeling.