There was only one inn in the town, tattered and old and old, and there was not even a decent guest at all, and the fat shopkeeper who was both a cook and a bookkeeper was scolded every time he caught a lazy fellow, and he could always be heard scolding and rudely buttoning the wooden bolt when it was closed late at night.

But it was already this hour today, and neither the unbearable scolding nor the crunch of the old, dry deadbolt was heard.

Instead, a burst of music, sometimes stirring and sometimes low, swirled and wafted in the ears.

is different from the sound of silk and bamboo songs from Huaihe City in the past, but it is the sonorous battle intent of an iron horse Jinge.

It makes people feel as if they are in the midst of thousands of armies and directly take the iron-blooded battlefield of the enemy generals, and they are indomitable and only care about breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat to achieve the hegemony of a thousand years.

"If Miss Su has anything to say, please say it directly, after all, we still have a long way to go, and it is really inconvenient for the girl to remain so silent."

There are only two barely clean upper rooms in this dilapidated inn, Qi Su originally thought that Yue should live in the same room with Xing, but for some reason Yue insisted on living in the same room with her.

And obviously the two of them were still very emotional last night, but they didn't even say a word on the way today.

At night, Yue insisted on staying in the same room with her, but she kept leaning against the window and listening to the endless piano sound, her expression was very complicated and intriguing, but no matter how you looked at it, she couldn't see a trace of love.

"I see the girl leaning against the window and listening to the song all night, but she doesn't seem to like it at all?"

Yue listened to Qi Su's words, slowly turned around, was silent for a long time, raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Su, but there was a smile that seemed to be both mocking and helpless.

"What if you like it, what if you don't like it, doesn't he still play it?"

Yue said a word to himself, and without waiting for Qi Su to say anything more, he walked out of the room by himself.

"I'll go out to breathe, if the girl is tired, rest early, don't wait for me."

In addition to the three of them, there were only a few merchants in the inn who slept in the large room, and it was already late at night, and the whole inn was quiet, only a guy who kept vigil was lying on the counter and couldn't stop napping.

Standing in the corridor and looking at the dark room next door, but the constant sound of the piano, he couldn't help but think of many things.

For the first time, she knew that Xing could also play the piano, and he had never played any instrument before, and his hands were as if they were born for the blade, whether it was sword forging or sword fighting, there was no better than him.

When it had nothing to do with the blade, it was just used to play wine and chess, at least she had never seen him play the piano and drums.

On the contrary, it is the man who has been by his side for thousands of years that does not leave the strings.

But now he found that he could not only play the piano, but also play the piano well.

War spirit.

He stroked the harp he had made for the man himself, but he played the tune that the man had played for him a thousand times.

Did he think that if he wrapped it in the simple black cloth, she would not recognize the harp?

He didn't know that the outline of the piano and even each string had been deeply engraved in her heart.

How many years had that been, and how old was she then? Fifteen? Or sixteen?

Ever since she was twenty-two years old, time seemed to mean little to her, but now that she thinks about it, she realizes that it has been thousands of years.

At that time, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she had only been with Xing for five years, and she was just an interesting apprentice to Xing.

That year, a piece of thousand-year-old cold iron suddenly fell from the land of sealing demons, which was an excellent material for forging sword refiners, and as soon as it appeared, it attracted the two worlds of gods and demons to fight, and there were countless casualties.

It wasn't until the intervention of the punishment that the chaos finally came to an end.

Everyone knows that Xing is not only the god of war who is famous and longevity with the sky, but also the best swordsmith in the Three Realms.

However, although Xing was extremely talented in forging swords, he always hated the ashes in the sword furnace that stained his clothes, and once the furnace was opened, no one could tell how long it would take to get a magic weapon.

The last time he opened the furnace was thousands of years ago, he cast a handful of ink for He Dihao's adulthood.

But this time, there was no important day, and there was no special reason, and everyone thought that Lord Yaoshen would probably not take such a piece of cold iron in his eyes at all as usual, but the punishment personally snatched the piece of cold iron.

No one knew that Si Yan had begged him many times before that, but he was vague and prevaricated.

It wasn't until that time that the punishment was finally agreed.

People who knew him well thought that he finally couldn't help Si Yan's soft words again and again, so he reluctantly agreed.

But Yue, who watched that piece of black cold iron turn into a peerless divine weapon, vaguely felt that if he wasn't willing, I'm afraid no matter how much soft words he spoke, he wouldn't be able to ask for this magic weapon.

She always remembered the years when she was young and ignorant, and the punishment at that time was just an unruly but very good master in her heart.

He always liked to lean on the 10,000-year-old cherry tree on the platform of the god of war, set up a chessboard and a few pots of turbid wine, and most of the time the people sitting opposite him were the lawyers.

In fact, Yue has always disliked Si Lu, because she always felt that Si Lu never had a trace of warmth in his eyes when he looked at her.

She always thought that she was too sensitive and suspicious, until she realized later that she had not been wrong from the beginning.

Whenever that time Yan would play the piano quietly, the most played was the song "War Spirit", because this was Xing's favorite song.

Everyone knows that the god of war punishment on the dawn of the sun, the great god of the law of the gods, and the great gods of Si Le, the officials of the gods, get together every three or five to drink and play chess, even when they are fine, the law and the sun often live in the God of War Palace for several months.

Later, he was accepted as an apprentice, and the picture that had been maintained for thousands of years began to gradually change until it completely collapsed.

It wasn't until much later that she didn't know that Ritsu had said it back when she first appeared.

Her appearance may not be a blessing.

Without her presence, perhaps the Celestial Realm would still remain as peaceful as it had been for thousands of years, and perhaps the three of them would still be close and close friends in the eyes of outsiders.

However, everything is not possible, the appearance of Yue is fate, and no one can escape the arrangement of fate, just like no one can escape the siege in their hearts.

The punishment personally took action, and it was naturally easy to obtain this piece of cold iron.

But the world only knows that the god of war's ability to forge swords is unparalleled in the world, but they don't know that every divine weapon actually gathers the hard work of the swordsmith, and the more powerful the divine soldier, the more skill and effort it consumes, and the more powerful the swordsmith, the more difficult it is to satisfy.

A swordsmith like Xing, who is unparalleled in the world, has even more strict requirements for himself.

The gods will never stop.

After Xing took back the piece of cold iron, he did not rush to open the furnace, but buried the piece of cold iron under the ten thousand years cherry blossom for several months.

The aura of pure heaven and earth, soaked in music and wine, and then wait until the night of the moon to take it out, and gather the light of the moon to become a divine iron.

After that, the Temple of the God of War was closed, until the night of the fourth year, when a hundred birds suddenly gathered in the sky above the Temple of the God of War, and the sun was shining, and the artifact was finally born.

The name of the artifact has been determined since ancient times, and the day of casting will naturally emerge, and the gods all think that the friendship between the punishment and the Yan, coupled with the hard work poured into the punishment on this piano, this piano will most likely have a wonderful and extremely affectionate name.

However, no one expected that the two words that appeared on the unparalleled lyre that were delivered to the Temple of Music on the second day were, Mo Yi.

Memories are like wine, and they eventually become strangers.

I just didn't realize it at the time.

After that, the sentence immediately began to retreat and pranayama, and did not leave the gate until the beginning of the spring of the third year.

Lu and Yan always thought that the punishment was just a pleading that could not grind Yan's to finally cast this qin, but Yue, who had been serving by the side of the punishment, saw with his own eyes that the punishment was casting this qin day and night, and it was difficult to sleep and eat, almost like a mad demon.

Only Yue knew that the punishment was to cast this qin almost all over the two worlds of gods and demons, and how many rare treasures were taken and integrated into the furnace to obtain this artifact.

All this, falling in Yue's heart, has always been a little unpleasant.

At that time, she didn't understand that such a taste was called jealousy.

Just like she also didn't understand why the master poured so much effort and emotion into the qin, but the name Mo Yi was branded.

Mo Yi was like a seed, quietly buried in her heart at some point, so that her feelings for punishment took root in her heart, and when she found out, it had grown into a towering tree.

At this time tonight, Xing actually played Mo Yi with his own hands, but it was the tune that Yan had played thousands of times back then.

Even if the word Moyi has long been crossed out and shattered by Si Yan's own hands, those times and feelings can never be erased.

If it is said that the battle spirit played by Si Yan's subordinates is full of affection, then what is it played in the hands of the torturer?

Yue didn't understand, or didn't want to understand.

Xing has already said that since Yan has put aside the past and left on her own, he will no longer care about past grievances, let alone explore her whereabouts.

And now he uses the power of the god of war to play Mo Yi, but he can only find Si Yan for one purpose.

With the power of the god of war, the sound of Mo Yi permeates the Three Realms, as long as Si Yan is still alive in the world, no matter where he is, he will be able to hear this sound, because the master of Mo Yi is still Si Yan after all, and he can only be Si Yan.

Si Le is the best at soul replenishment spells.

At this juncture, most of the summons of the punishment to the qin were for Di Hao.

Yue naturally understands in his heart, but understanding and accepting are two different things after all.

After all, she had seen with her own eyes, during the years when the three of them were close, he tried his best to create Mo Yi for her with his own hands, but he still showed mercy to her when she made a big mistake. He doesn't love her, but the love between them for thousands of years can be easily erased without the word love.

He didn't know that she wouldn't accept it, but he stole back Mo Yi from her and played the battle spirit.