Lu Chengcheng was here, he was here a long time ago, he was here at the beginning of the morning. He got up earlier than anyone else, came faster than anyone else, and appeared here when the Yellow Turban soldiers in the barracks began to rotate their patrols while the clouds were still preparing.

This is the roof, and under the eaves tiles is the hall of the council, but now there is no one, let alone anyone who can find him. He was lying in the center of the roof, his arms resting, his eyes slightly squinting at the sun. Watching, watching, waiting, waiting, after a long time, Lu Qingcheng fell asleep.

Lu Tingcheng slept very soundly, on this roof, there was a gentle breeze and warm sunshine, if he didn't sleep well, he was sorry for himself, of course, Lu Tingcheng has always been worthy of himself. However, when he was sleeping soundly, he was woken up by the clouds. He opened his eyes, rubbed his loose eyes, and seemed to wonder why he was here, and then he sat up in shock, a piece of tile crushed into pieces by his quick startled movements. With the tingling pain in his buttocks, Lu Qingcheng finally remembered what place this was, why he came, and why he was there.

This is Julu, on the roof of the meeting hall of the Yellow Turban Army's base camp!

There was no one here, but Lu Qingcheng smiled wryly, feeling a little uneasy about his act of sleeping and sleeping so soundly. Because there are people below who are fighting for life and death, but he sleeps comfortably above, and he is still so calm.

"Ugh." Lu Qingcheng sighed, his face finally became serious, and his white clothes fluttered gently with the breeze, showing his loneliness and melancholy.

"Life is as lonely as snow."

A touch of loneliness appeared on his face, if Lu Qingcheng had any more white hair, he would really be as lonely as snow, but unfortunately he didn't, so he could only pretend to be lonely as snow here. Sitting cross-legged, in his hand, there was already a wide seven-stringed guqin, under the sun, each string flashed a special crystal, quite a sense of crystal clear. Lu Qingcheng lay it flat on his lap, stroked his hands over the strings, slid lightly from them to the left and right, and the strings crossed his fingertips, vibrating gently, but without making a sound.

His face was flat, as light as a lake, and as high as the nine heavens, the god king who reigned over everything, calmly looking at everything, even his heart, he would not, and he would never make any waves. There are no waves in the ancient well, and in the world of Lu Chengcheng at this moment, there are only staggered lines, and there is only this guqin on the knee in front of him.

There is nothing in his eyes, no waves in his heart, and no clue in his mind, what he is talking about is Lu Chengcheng at this moment.

"Zheng." The first note rises from his fingertips, and the fourth string is picked up by the thumb and finger of his right hand, making a sound of gold and stone.

It's a pop!

The strings were picked up, and then fell, and the sound of concussion was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shaking people's eardrums and even their hearts. This is like thunder, hitting the ears and stirring the mind, and if you are not careful or there is a slight gap in your heart, you will be taken advantage of, and your body can't help but tremble a few times.

This is, the voice that shakes the world.

Outside the barracks, inside the chaos, the yellow turban soldiers, the chaos, and the players who were tearing apart were all shocked by this explosion. Time seemed to stop for a second, and they stopped slashing with the swords in their hands, their eyes wide as if their thoughts had been frozen. Some people seemed to be saying something with their mouths wide open, but the people around him had long been unable to hear clearly, and even he didn't know what he was doing now or what he was going to do.

A second later, time began to recover again, but a pure sound like flowing water had already permeated everyone's ears, hearts, and slowly escaped into their bodies and hearts, reaching their hearts.

Piano song: Flat sand and falling geese.

In the Common Era, under the guqin music that has been handed down to the present, at this time in the Three Kingdoms, no one can play it yet, but the player brought it in. Lu Qingcheng's white and slender fingers plucked on the seven strings, and the coherent, invisible sound waves spread from his knees and fingers to the surroundings. The fight around continues. The screams of fighting and killing continued, but more often than not, the sound of the piano, the sound of the empty valley hanging high and flowing water.

Sonic Attack! This is the attack that a profession can send out in the game of Three Kingdoms!

Use a piece of music to distract your enemies or boost the morale of your companions, plus a variety of beneficial stats. The luthier is not lethal, they can't kill people with the piano in their hands, of course, someone has to stick their neck out and cut the strings a few times, and the luthier can kill.

They are more of a weapon, a spiritual weapon, and it is not excluded that some luthiers like Lu Qingcheng have a lot of bows and arrows in the package, and it is not excluded that they will also use knives and swords, go up to the room to uncover tiles and steal people, and go down to the ground to pick up swords.

Why does Zhuge Liang like to play the qin?

Why was Sima Yi bluffed away by Zhuge Liang in front of the empty city? Is he really too suspicious?

No, in fact, Sima Yi can completely abandon 10,000 soldiers, tell them to attack, rush into the city and kill Zhuge Liang, even if he is really ambushed and all dead, but what if it succeeds? The one who died, but the Optimus Prime of Shu Kingdom-like Zhuge Liang, this deal, no matter how it looks, is worth it!

The so-called military moves! Originally, Zhuge Liang was supposed to be cautious and cautious, but at that time, the roles were reversed. On the contrary, Sima Yi became cautious at that time, but Zhuge Liang, who should have been cautious, was surprisingly surprised and used a risky move!

This is also the luthier, you can be a swordsman, a swordsman, a warlock, a slut, or a luthier.

Therefore, Zhuge Liang likes to play the piano and play comfortable songs on the battlefield to give his own morale. In front of the enemy, playing those oppressive qin songs, oppressing them and being nervous, so at that time, Zhuge Liang stroked the qin on the empty city, and it was the qin that was stroked, but it was Sima Yi's heart that was shocked.

This is the third time that Yun Ting has been smashed into the wall, he is disgraced, and blood is constantly gushing out of his mouth, so only the body in reality can be so small and strong, right? Yun Ting didn't know how strong his vitality was, but he understood that his vitality was indeed tenacious at this time. Of course, this is more of a joke by **** Yi, and the reason why I don't want him to die so soon exists.

He spit out a mouthful of blood bitterly, and looked at the **** righteous jokingly walking towards him, the dream machine is not dead, how can a person like him who can even enter a little magic machine in a dream hang up easily? It's just that he was smashed into the wall, leaving a large human-shaped pit on the surface of the wall, which was embedded in the wall.

Just one moment, it was worse than the cloud being smashed three times, because Oneiroi couldn't move, like a sculpture carved into the wall.

Yun Ting supported his body with the Qingyu Sword, gasping heavily, breathing more, not air, but the blood in his throat and nose. He wouldn't have thought that Lu Tingcheng, who looked reliable on the outside, but was actually shameless when they were fighting for life and death, slept so refreshedly, and only woke up leisurely after he was smashed by **** righteousness for the first time.

On the second stroke, the third stroke, and when the fourth stroke is near, the piano is played. Lu Chengcheng is a foreshadowing, a foreshadowing that makes people feel sudden, he slept very suddenly, and he appeared very suddenly.

This song of flat sand and geese, just so suddenly, can be flat sand, can also fall geese, even these things that have no thought, not even hearing, can be affected. What's more, it's **** righteousness, and Yunting, and the Oneiroi machine?

The music is free, the ears are free, and it is an indiscriminate sound, regardless of friend or foe, it affects together. But Yun Ting's own design of the situation, how could he not be prepared, he had already added two plugs to his ears before.

In the end, Yun Ting moved, and his body rushed forward, holding the Qingyu Sword in his hand, and stabbing out the 113 Sword!

(End of chapter)

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