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Beijing, Drunken Moon Tower!

At this moment, it is dusk, the sky is getting dark, the blood-like sunset is slowly fading, the shadows of the trees under the residual sun are getting longer and longer, and it seems that thousands of bony hands come out of the ground to tear pedestrians, which makes people shudder when they see it.

The sunset shines obliquely, the earth is covered with glow, and the pale green young leaves reflect ten thousand weak lights under the illumination of the setting sun.

The wind is blowing, and the soft light of the trees is fluttering, which is very beautiful.

In the Drunken Moon Building, a woman, dressed in a green dress like a light veil, seemed to be in the smoke and fog, she seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, except for a black hair, her whole body was green, and her face was beautiful and vulgar, but there was a layer of blood missing between her skin, and she looked pale and abnormal.

The girl is beautiful and elegant, and she can't be forced to look at her.

It's a rare beauty in the world, and the only pity is her legs.

She sat in a wheelchair, with a pair of leather gloves in her hands, black leather, tailor-made, constantly turning the wheels, and the wheelchair slowly moved forward.

Sitting on the legs of a wheelchair, there is a guqin.

The expression is cold and indifferent, it is really as pure as ice and snow, but it is also as cold as ice and snow, such a posture is as it should be.

Anyone with such a perfect appearance, but without a pair of normal people's legs and feet, will be like this.

Yang Qifeng raised his head and stared at the woman who was slowly coming.

His eyes were bright, and she actually appeared.

Sheng Yayu, ruthless!

It's really interesting, it seems that this drunken moon building itself is the right one.

"What tunes do guests want to listen to?" She came to Yang Qifeng, her hands slowly moved away from the wheels, and the leather gloves on her hands were slowly taken off by him, revealing her hands that were as white as jade inside.

Both hands gently stroked the guqin on his legs, and said indifferently.

"Guangling San!"

"This song is impassioned and magnificent, I can't play it," the woman shook her head, her long black hair swaying gently behind her.

Yang Qifeng's face remained unchanged, but he was quite surprised in his heart, he didn't know much about piano music.

That is, he knows the top ten famous songs, among which Guangling is lost, and he still knows such news.

But now, listening to his tone, it is obvious that this Guangling is scattered, but in this world, it exists.

This is important news, he has something to do next, with the existence of the supercomputer queen, Yang Qifeng is not worried about whether he can record many things.

"Then come to Hu Ji eighteen beats," Yang Qifeng turned his mind and came to another top ten famous songs.

"Good," the woman said briefly, but not at all.

He nodded, and then his hands began to gently open the guqin on his legs.

This guqin, about 3 feet 6 inches 5 inches long, symbolizes 365 days in a year, and is about 6 inches wide. It is about two inches thick. The lower part of the body is flat, and the upper part is arc-shaped and convex, symbolizing heaven and earth respectively, corresponding to the ancient saying that the sky is round and the place is in harmony.

The overall shape is made according to the shape of the phoenix body, and its whole body corresponds to the phoenix body, with a head, neck, shoulders, waist, tail, and feet.

The voice of grief and grievance sounded slowly.

This "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats" was originally a qin song, which is rumored to be composed by Cai Wenji, a vocal suite composed of 18 songs, sung by the piano, showing Wenji's homesickness, ionic sadness and resentment.

Of course, it is impossible for a woman to sing with her, and it is impossible to play the eighteen beats of this mustache completely, she just chose one of them.

The poignant and mournful voice penetrates the hearts of the people directly, the high is gloomy and sad, and the low is deep and mournful.

Yang Qifeng remained motionless and listened quietly.

There is no doubt that if Yang Qifeng asked this woman to play the piano music, it would be impossible for any other kind of piano music to be played so favorably.

For people who have had a painful experience, such a song is like being in the scene, and it is natural to substitute for it.

The sound of the piano, sometimes low, sometimes high, constantly sounded in the drunken moon building.

Cai Wenji's longing for her hometown and her can't bear to be separated are reflected one by one, and the extremely contradictory painful mood ripples even more;

The sound of the piano is like crying, euphemistic and sad, tearing the liver and sausage!

The sound of the piano is melodious, and a faint sadness outlines the past.

The woman's hands are constantly flipped, her face is even more pale, if she has a sick face, although the sunset is like a glow, there is still no blood on her face, and she looks elegant and vulgar, and her posture is extremely beautiful.

At the end of the song, the woman's slightly closed eyes did not break away.

At this moment, Yang Qifeng didn't say a word, but he fell silent.

After a long time, he sighed, looked at the woman in front of him and said; "Good song,"

"It is rumored that a clever luthier can bring people who can't understand the music into the artistic conception,"

"I thought it was just a miscellaneous talk, but after listening to this song today, I realized that this is true,"

"The boss checks out,"

took out a piece of gold in his arms, and was directly slapped on the table by Yang Qifeng, he stood up and strode towards the outside of the Drunken Moon Tower.

When he came to this Drunken Moon Tower today, he planned to test the people of this Shenhou Mansion.

But at this moment, after listening to this song, he is not in the mood anymore.

The woman can substitute the sound of the piano, which is euphemistic and sad, tearing the liver and intestines, naturally it is the tragedy of the door twelve years ago.

The whole family was killed and both legs were mutilated.

Either of these two is a great disaster.

Others are not clear, but from God's point of view, how can he not understand all this.

It is in this way that he will have a sense of substitution.

Well, he would never admit that he had pity just now.

Of course, he was upset at the moment, or this one was a peerless beauty, if it was a fierce man, even if he died of the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, he would not have any emotional fluctuations.

The woman's eyes were slightly closed, and tears slowly overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

She put gloves on her hands, pushed the wheels, and slowly left, walking into the back of the Drunken Moon Tower.

His eyes were cold, and his face was already frosty.

Her demeanor has now recovered.

At this moment, I can't see the embarrassment just now.

"How's Yayu? Can you find out? The old man was already standing behind, standing with his hands tied, and asked softly.

"I can't detect it,"

"He's the first, I can't detect thoughts," the woman explained.

"If you can't detect it, it already proves that he is not an ordinary person," the old man said with a sigh.