Sitting cross-legged, she tried to recall the time when Emperor Fu Qingtian had gently taught her the art of the piano beside her, and recalled every word and mantra he had ever said. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looking at everything without entering the heart, what you see with your eyes is all illusory, and only the strings plucked by your hands are the real sense.

Familiar tunes, beautiful melodies, piercing the darkness of the night.

With the sound of the piano pouring out, Chi Ling'er's mood became more and more soothing.

The lonely night sky, the cold breath, washes the body that is baked hot by the firelight. Gradually, the chaotic heart lake seems to be unable to feel the temperature around it, but only slowly settles with the sound of the piano, as if it has been reborn.

A feeling of Jedi rebirth arose, and in an instant, she seemed to understand a little bit of the calmness and restraint contained in this lyre.

The ten fingers move on the strings as they wish, and they do it as they please.

The ice crystal ice spirit bead in the center of the eyebrows seemed to sense the pure fragmentation of the piano sound, and emitted a snow-white ice light.

Chi Ling'er, who was so forgetful of playing, didn't notice that the sound waves that flew out of the lyre and the snow-white ice light of the Ice Spirit Bead converged together, passing through the dark night sky, and all of them were absorbed by the figure in the black pool that had gradually darkened and blurred.

Huangfu Qingtian, who is on Yihu Island, mistakenly enters a secret room because of the connection between Yihu Lake and Longyu Pool.

There are no real traps in the chamber, but mysterious and strange curses. For this kind of thing, Huangfu Qingtian has very little contact with it, and he doesn't know how to start.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers. The walls, so strong that not even a fly can fly in, shimmer with dim green light in turns, and the green light gathers and disperses, depicting all kinds of incomprehensible symbols.

Because there are no gaps between doors and windows in the secret room, there is a serious lack of oxygen, which makes Huangfu Qingtian, who was already dizzy by those mysterious symbols, feel even more depressed and uncomfortable.

Yihu Island is different from other places, and Ye Wuxian is also very human, and the mechanism designed is really good. This secret room seemed to be tailor-made for Huangfu Qingtian, no matter how strong his martial arts were, he couldn't shake the four walls.

A few iron walls, under the confinement of strange techniques, are so impregnable. Huangfu Qingtian pushed hard for a long time, but the wall was still immovable.

If you stay like this any longer, I'm afraid it will be unpredictable.

Although he didn't know how to break the spell of the secret room, Huangfu Qingtian was keenly aware that brute force was not enough, and he had to calm down and analyze the illusory symbols on the wall.

Close your eyes, mix your breath, and reduce your breathing frequency to the lowest possible frequency, so that you can prolong your life in an oxygen-deficient environment.

"Click!"

As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a sound like thunder and lightning striking through objects.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a few rays of white light intertwined with the strange green light on the wall, touching the piercing sound of "Nga".

This...... What could have broken the spell formation in the chamber?

Huangfu Qingtian was uncertain, but he felt that he had seen the dawn of hope.

At this moment, a melodious and gentle sound suddenly came from nowhere.

Lyre tones?

He couldn't get it wrong, he taught Ling'er this tune.

Ling'er is nearby?

Before he had time to think more, Huangfu Qingtian found that the sound of the piano coming from outside was like a thunderous lightning, splitting the impregnable iron wall for him. The melodious sound of the piano is like a clear spring dripping from a mountain stream, moistening his heart and making him refreshed.

This chamber is a dead end, and there is no breakthrough in it.

Outside, it's not. A lyre sound, easily cracking it, chiseled a pass outside.

Huangfu Qingtian leaned down and sat down, using the cold air to reshape the illusory seven-stringed magic qin, under the reflection of the two green and white interlaced lights on the wall, he meditated on the qin, and corresponded to Chi Ling'er at the other end.

A song of phoenix seeking a phoenix, the rhyme is ups and downs, the affection is earnest, and the sound is like heaven, breaking out of the sky.