Inside the Linglong Tower.

Surprisingly, the tower was not what Nanxing and Shang Lu had imagined, there were many thick chains and the like, and there was a dark and oppressive aura everywhere. On the contrary, it is like a quiet room, the area of the clean room is not large, it can sit down two or three people, and there is a desk table in the middle of the clean room, the height and shape are similar to the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet in the Daqian Palace in the past, the only difference is that there is a piano on the desk.

It was a guqin, black and red on the surface, with plum blossom broken lines and snake belly broken lines, and cow hair broken lines on the back. There is also a faint incense burning next to the piano, and the aroma is wafting upwards, as if it were ...... I just ordered it in general.

Behind the desk, about three paces away, is a high table, and in the plum vase above the high table, a delicate red plum is inserted.

Suddenly, on the soft collapse behind the case, a figure appeared. The man was dressed in a free and easy long-sleeved shirt, his long black hair was not tied up, but hung down on his waist, and his face was as warm as jade, like a noble son of a big family. Just as Nanxing was thinking, the man raised his head and looked at Nanxing, Shang Lu, and of course, the rabbit beside Nanxing.

"Who are you?" Nanxing asked.

Since this is the Linglong Tower, which specializes in subduing demons, then this person is probably also one of the demons in the tower who has been subdued, but such a good-looking demon, Nanxing is still the first time to see it, but she didn't feel a trace of demonic aura from this person's body, is it what kind of old demon is it?

"I ......" The man wanted to answer very calmly, but there seemed to be some concern when the words came to his mouth, and he was silent for a while before he said: "I am Qingling Yuanjun." ”

"Impossible." Nanxing and Shang Lu said in unison.

Let's not talk about whether this Linglong Pagoda is the treasure of Qingling Yuanjun, even if it is not the power of Qingling Yuanjun, it is impossible to be received into the Linglong Pagoda; If this exquisite tower is his treasure, then what is he doing in the tower without anything?

Do you think it's fun?

Or was he eaten up by this pagoda? I've never heard of a treasure that has been taken away from its owner.

The man was neither surprised nor angry, but asked shallowly, "Why is it impossible?" ”

"It's impossible anyway, who the hell are you? Could it be the big demon who is locked up in this tower? Want to trick us into letting you out? Don't think about it, we'd rather be here with you than let you out and harm the world. Shang Lu said a lot in one breath before Nanxing spoke.

"Shang Lu, what's wrong with you?" Nanxing instinctively felt that something was not right.

"I ...... It's okay. ”

The man glanced at Shang Lu deeply, and said lightly: "I am indeed Qingling Yuanjun, but I am just a wisp of remnant soul, as for why I am in the Linglong Tower here, there is naturally a reason." ”

"Edit, continue to weave, weave round." Nanxing could see it at this time, and the person in front of her was not a threat to them for the time being, she motioned to Shang Lu to sit down and breathe, after all, the black mist that Wang Mu released at the end just now was not so easy to deal with.

"This Qingling Realm is not a secret realm left by Qingling Yuanjun in the first place, otherwise, with his ability, how could he make the prohibition so weak, you haven't encountered any desperate situations of death along the way, right?"

Nanxing thought about it, it was really like this, he looked at the dangers all the way, but every time he could turn the danger into a disaster, the most dangerous thing was to fight with Wang Mu, then Wang Mu couldn't be arranged by this big demon, but Nanxing thought so in his heart, and didn't say so, "If we encounter a desperate situation of death, can we still come here?" What you said is very level, but the flaws are still bigger, so let's listen to another word. ”

The smile on the man's face widened, "Interesting. Originally, I didn't want to suck you into this exquisite pagoda, but the black mist wrapped around your body is extremely evil, this exquisite pagoda is an ancient artifact, and it will be automatically triggered when you encounter an evil spirit. ”

Nanxing looked at the man and raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say that you were exposed?" Linglong Pagoda is the magic weapon of Qing Ling Yuanjun, if you are him, why can't you control it? ”

"After all, I'm just a wisp of remnant soul, and I didn't let the Linglong Tower suppress you, I already did my best to control it."

There is some truth to that. However, it is not enough to win our trust. Nanxing seemed to have thought of something, "Do you think the remnant soul is a living thing?" ”

Hearing Nanxing's question, the man's face showed a trace of doubt, but he still thought for a moment, "I am just a conjugation of Qingling Yuanjun with a wisp of his own divine consciousness and spiritual power, although it is called a remnant soul, but in fact, there is no such thing as a soul, and divine consciousness is just a thought of Qingling Yuanjun in the final analysis, so it should not be considered a living thing." ”

"It's good if it's not a living thing." Nanxing grinned, revealing a few large white teeth, and then she opened the visual data.

……

Name: A non-living body formed by a mixture of thoughts and spiritual power (Qingling Yuanjun remnant soul)

Attributes: A kind of energy, a big supplement (if you can fight)

Explanation: You can treat him as Qingling Yuanjun, if Qingling Yuanjun himself is not present.

……

Unexpectedly, the results given by the visual data turned out to be like this, Nanxing instantly felt a little embarrassed, in order to alleviate this atmosphere, Nanxing unconsciously scratched her cheeks, and at the same time, her eyes were wandering around.

Shang Lu looked at Nanxing's appearance, and knew that I was afraid that this person in front of him was really the remnant soul of Qingling Yuanjun, after all, Nanxing was like this every time he was slapped in the face.

"What, since you are the remnant soul of Qingling Yuanjun, let us out." Nanxing was not ready to dwell on the previous question with him, and hurriedly threw out a new question to divert his attention.

The man shook his head, "I can't do that." ”

"Can you tell us how we can leave?"

"There's a teleportation array at the top of the tower, you can leave from there."

Hearing the teleportation array, Nanxing's eyes lit up, "Where do you go upstairs?" As she spoke, she looked left and right, but there was no sign of the stairs around her.

"You need to play the piano to get to the second floor." The man's left hand ran over the guqin in front of him.

"Fu ...... Fuqin? Nanxing almost hit his head on the ground, "I can't even whistle well, and you still let me play the piano?" ”

In the era when Nanxing and Shanglu lived, Fuqin, an activity with a sense of elegance, was something that only the wealthy in the upper three districts could afford. People like them, who have to run around for a living every day, have time to do so much fancy work, and every piano is sky-high, after all, the production of wood is limited, and those who can afford it are not ordinary people.

The man's eyes were slightly closed, "If the heart is connected with the piano, then there is no need for a clever playing technique, and the listener can understand the deep meaning from it, so it doesn't matter whether you know it or not." ”

"Shang Lu." Nanxing shouted and pointed to the piano with his chin, "You come." ”

Nan Xing knew that Xi and Daojun had taught Shang Lu, the grandson of Fuqin, as for the technique, Nan Xing had never heard of it, but he thought that it was better than her, a complete freshman.

Shang Lu thought about it, and called up a tune from the virtual computer on his left wrist, which was a video of a virtual concert a few years ago, played by a young lady from a big family in the upper third district, Shang Lu saw that Nanxing was a little interested, so he recorded the whole performance. Later, in his spare time, he also picked up the score, and now it comes to see a place for use.

Seeing that the male monk was about to step forward to stroke the qin, Qing Ling Yuanjun's remnant soul didn't make any moves, but just asked, "What's the name of the song?" ”

Shang Lu glanced at Nanxing, then looked at the remnant soul of Qingling Yuanjun, and said in a deep voice: "This song is called Alpine Flowing Water. ”