It is said that Qingfu Yi is borrowing scenery in the courtyard of the wind and rain building, and he is walking on the road, reminiscing about the bits and pieces of old friends. An old slave opened the way for him with a lantern in front, and he didn't know where he went.

The autumn moon courtyard was cold, there were few people on the road, dark clouds covered the moon, and there was no scenery to see. Qing Fuyi only felt that the future was as bleak as the moon that was obscured.

The bamboos on the side of the road also rustled, and the wind blew the branches and leaves.

Suddenly, the wind blew the sound of the piano from nowhere. At first, it was a little rusty, as if someone had shaken the strings and tuned the tone a few times, which was both harsh and unorganized. Qing Fuyi's brows furrowed, at this time, who would dare to disturb his tranquility? Besides, the mourning hall of the old lady of the wind and rain family has not been withdrawn, who dares to play the sound of silk and bamboo?

"Who's playing?" He asked displeasedly.

The old slave was uh-huh, he didn't even know how to speak, he just took him in one direction. It turned out to be a half-deaf person who had guarded Lone Star for most of his life.

Qing Fuyi was also embarrassed to blame him, but just told him that he could go. After the old slave confirmed it, he explained the place where he was staying, and then left.

Later, the more I played, the more skillful I became, and I gradually heard some tunes.

Listening to this song, I am not happy or sad, and the leisurely play in this empty night is played, but there is an old man who has seen through the red dust. is slowly adjusting his original sentimental feelings.

A first-quarter moon slowly peeked out from the dark clouds trimmed with gold edges, rising layer by layer, as if in response to the sound of the piano, the clouds saw the moon.

He walked slowly to the sound of the piano, and saw millet through the fence with a green hair scattered and stroking the piano on the platform. As she plucked the strings, a faint light escaped from her hands.

The piano was also like absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and the sound made under this moonlight became more and more ethereal.

Looking at her serious expression, I had never seen her so dazzling before.

The music that was played seemed to have an aura, turning into a butterfly and fluttering on the side of her skirt.

She's upstairs, he's downstairs, and he's stupid.

The sound of this piano, as if it had the magic power to calm the panic in people's hearts, made the Fengyulou gang, who had always been in suspense, gradually relax and feel unprecedented tranquility.

And when the marquis heard the sound of the piano, he also stood in front of the window in a daze, and said to Ying Yueshang lying on the bed, "Did you hear that?" Our daughter is playing the piano again. ”

The heart is chilling, and those battles on the rivers and lakes are like passing clouds of smoke, passing by one after another. There is only time left for daze and introspection, facing the bright moon that bends in the round. Imagine the beauty of tomorrow to come.

One song is finished. Fengyu Mi breathed a sigh of relief, she felt extremely familiar when she saw the piano, and it was easy to finish playing a song, but she didn't know what its name was. It's just that when I get started, I pop it out unconsciously.

When she raised her head, she found that Qing Fuyi was already in front of her. He looked at the piano and said, "Jin Wuqin, it has been dusty for a long time. Didn't expect to meet your master? ”

"Qinglang, why are you here?" She asked curiously.

Qing Fuyi smiled at her: "I heard you playing the piano, so I came over." I don't know why, this piano has lost its spirituality, but when you played it just now, there was still light on your hands. I wonder if its spiritual power has been depleted, and only you can recover it? ”

He leaned back on the pillar, sat there with one leg bent, and said, "Every immortal cultivator has his own cultivation, that is, the natal magic weapon. My natal magic weapon is the Nameless Sword. Yours should be this Jin Wuqin. Fengyu Xiaomi touched the piano in surprise and asked, "Yes!" No wonder I feel resonated with it. But how exactly can we cultivate it? ”

"Playing, you only have to play it every day, you can be in harmony with you and strengthen your senses. It can help you increase your spiritual power, and you can use it skillfully. Back then, I was inseparable from my sword, eating and sleeping. Qing Fuyi said. The sound of the harp clanged as if in accordance with his words.

Fengyu Xiaomi looked at his serious explanation, but he sneered.

"You don't believe me?" Qing Fuyi asked.

"No, I think it's too exaggerated to hold it when you eat and sleep? Qinglang, you're a sword idiot, it's no problem to sleep with a sword in your hand, I can't sleep with a piano, right? ”

After speaking, he smiled ambiguously at him.

Qing Fuyi suddenly realized, yes, since Xiaomi wants to be with him in the future, won't this qin become a third party? A picture immediately appeared in his mind: he and Xiaomi were lying on the bed, but there was a piano in between, just like the Chu River and Han realm...... Shake your head, you can't do that!

"Madame, you're right!" He jumped down from the railing, walked over and plucked the piano aside, and stood up holding Millet's hand.

"Madame is so smart, she just needs to practice on weekdays, but she still has to sleep with her husband at night!" After speaking, he looked at Xiaomi tenderly. The eyebrows and eyes look particularly seductive under the moon, making people sink at a glance.

Seeing that he had finally opened his mind, Fengyu Mi happily dropped a kiss on his cheek and hurriedly ran away.

The rest of Qing Fuyi was behind and looked at her back back to the house in a daze. "Slow down......"

At this time, he looked at the qin on the case, and there seemed to be something missing from the carved golden crow, and it turned out that the black bead in the eye area was lifeless. He picked up the piano, put it away, and prepared to take it back to study.

On the other hand, I want to. His natal magic weapon, the nameless sword, is now placed next to Zhang Yue, but this millet Jin Wuqin is made by that kid, and it seems that they are destined to be entangled.

For Zhang Yue, in fact, he can be killed. His mistakes and crimes are not tolerated by the world!

But in Qing Fuyi's heart, that is, the part of Xiao Wuming's soul, has a benevolent side. After all, it was also his brother who had lived and died together, and he went astray because of Xiaomi.

You must know that it is very dangerous for immortal cultivators to leave their natal magic weapons. But he did it, on the one hand, because of self-confidence, there are very few people in this world who can hurt him. On the other hand, because of Xiaomi, he knew that Xiaomi cared about that kid very much, and if he was allowed to die in the encirclement and suppression of martial arts people like this, he might fulfill his wish and sacrifice for Xiaomi. This millet will know in the future, and it will inevitably become her inner demon, and when she ascends to immortal in the future, this inner demon may be fatal.

So this Qing Fuyi didn't kill him in the end. Instead, it took such a troublesome way to purify him.

He has always been very conceited, as long as he decides to do something, he will do it, regardless of the eyes of the world.