Tian Pai Shui looked at Di Shuye, who had a gloomy face, and said with a slight smile: "It's nothing, you don't have to worry first, isn't it just the cultivation power, leave it to me, you still learn how to play the magic erhu!"

Di Shuye was slightly stunned, then nodded and didn't ask more, and said in his heart: "The strongest ability of the demon erhu is to express deep and sad, the teacher once taught a song suitable for the guzheng a few years ago, and the teacher said that the instrument of the qin sect could not fully interpret the flavor of that song, all because the song was too sad and gloomy, why don't I try it? ”

Thinking of this, Di Shuye sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the demon erhu on his lap, the bamboo bow in his right hand trembled slightly, and the scales tried again, and tried to penetrate again.

He has learned a lot of music knowledge in the Qin Sect School in the past few years, and he has mastered the trick after just a few moments.

Although listening to the voice of the Demon Erhu was still extremely uncomfortable, he believed that one day he would definitely be able to obtain the cultivation method of cultivation power. After all, cultivating cultivation power is not something that is hidden in the Broken Dragon Continent, on the contrary, anyone with a little bit of power or strength can get the method of cultivating cultivation power. With self-cultivation, it's a different story!

After clearing his throat, Di Shuye pressed the strings with his left hand, and slowly pulled the bamboo bow with his right hand, and the song "Hillside Goat" slowly flew out with a low and poignant tune.

"Three days and four days, yesterday is not today, and the idiot does not understand the glory and withering. Save furniture, pet flowers and branches, and gold will grow wild. Thousands of spindles to buy a piece of paper. The body has come to this, and the heart is still not dead. ”

The simple tunes, catchy words, and the unique sound quality of the magic erhu rendered, the whole valley seemed to be filled with a thick atmosphere of sadness. At the end of the song, Di Shuye stopped, and suddenly he really felt the resentment in this song, that faint resentment!

Everything in the world is unpredictable, some people desperately accumulate furniture, and as a result, they end up in disaster, and some people indulge in wine and embark on the road of desolation. Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and joy and sorrow are born together.

After a long time, Tianpai Shui suddenly exclaimed: "You have a good song, who made it?"

Di Shuye smiled bitterly, sighed, and pulled the bamboo bow again, which was still "Mountain Sheep": "The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road." Looking at the western capital, he hesitated, and was sad that the Qin and Han dynasties had made soil in the palace. Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer!"

The same tune, but in a completely different situation, Di Shuye played the first song, and he was already immersed in it, and this second song was often sung by his father-in-law. Although Di Shuye often listened to his father-in-law sing, firstly, he was still young, and secondly, he had too little life experience to truly appreciate the artistic conception of this song.

At this time, the magic erhu pulled, and after the sad and bitter voice rendering, Di Shuye instantly felt the artistic conception in this song often sung by his father-in-law, which was heavy!

Its connotation is profound, the feelings are sad and depressed, the majestic scenery, the sincere and deep emotions, and the last helpless lament, knocking on Di Shuye's heart word by word. Playing this song over and over again, Di Shuye pulled the bow more and more skillfully, and he suddenly thought: "Why does my father-in-law sing this song from time to time?" This song seems to be lamenting the changes of the times and the rise and fall of history on the surface, but since the emergence of the Broken Dragon Continent's cultivation power, the war between empires has stopped for hundreds of years, why is that?"

Thinking wildly in his head, the sound of the piano became messy, and suddenly, a cold voice sounded not far away: "Why are you distracted?"

Di Shuye was taken aback, because this voice was obviously not the voice of Grandpa Shui, Huo Di turned around, and saw a person standing quietly next to Tianshui in the night, that person was not tall, and the voice was a woman, who seemed to be not very old, but the whole person was shrouded in black. The black cloak, the long black skirt, and the thin body stood there, like a messenger from the night.

"Hey, could it be that Grandpa Shui and this woman know each other?" Di Shuye asked in his heart.

Not far away, Tian Pai Shui shook his head, "I don't know, she can't see me, Demon Erhu uses blood as a medium, recognize you as the master, I can get out of the virtual pot space of Demon Erhu, and only you can see me, others can't see it!"

"Why can't I get distracted?" Di Shuye looked at the visitor coldly, and asked rhetorically, knowing that the person who came was not an acquaintance, his attitude was immediately cold, and after life and death in the afternoon, Di Shuye's attitude towards outsiders also changed a lot.

"Okay, Xiaoye, I'm tired, I'm going back to rest! This girl has no hostility towards you in her heart, don't worry!" The figure of Tianpai Shui disappeared with a lazy voice, Di Shuye carefully observed the movements of the woman in black opposite, it was obvious that she couldn't see everything in Tianpai Shui at all, and she couldn't feel it.

"Can you play it again?" the voice was crisp and cold.

Di Shuye suddenly seemed to go back to two years ago, when he went to Bingyangou in the northwest with his father-in-law to purchase ice for Qinzong, his father-in-law dragged the car with difficulty, and on the car was a huge wooden box, which was covered with thick rags and straw, and the inside was filled with pieces of ice.

It was a hot summer, halfway through, Di Shuye was really hot and uncomfortable, so he asked his father-in-law for a piece of ice, and his father-in-law smiled and took out a small piece of ice from the wooden box, and smiled and watched Di Shuye hold it in his hand to cool down, and suddenly Di Shuye's hand was loosened, and the piece of ice fell to the ground, falling to pieces, and the voice was crisp and cold, just like this woman's voice.

The father-in-law did not blame him, but took out another piece of ice for him. When I arrived halfway up the mountainside of Wenqing Mountain, the wooden box fell from the car, and a box full of ice was sprinkled on the hillside, crystal clear, very good-looking, crystal like tears falling from the corners of my father's eyes.

"Good!" Di Shuye did not refuse.

"I went to worship my father's river beam, and my white hair was sad and my eyes were dry. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing. ”

"After the rain, the stream swept the embankment, and watched the village children's play at night. The bamboo horse Langqiang washed away, and the paper kite roared in the wind. Sandong temporarily studied Confucianism, and Qianlong still cultivated from his father. Literacy is coarse for servitude, and there is no need to work hard to make a name for yourself."

The unique pathetic voice of the demon erhu itself played these two songs, unconsciously, Di Shuye's eyes were wet, at this moment he suddenly missed his father-in-law very much, he remembered that his father-in-law transported the cart of ice cubes in order to buy himself a cheap guqin, and then the cart of ice was about to be destroyed, and the father-in-law lamented for a long time......

The valley suddenly became unusually quiet, the birds stopped chirping, and the night owls stopped making noise, except for the sound of dust falling from the nearby cliffs.

"Your father must be very nice to you, right?" said the woman in black suddenly, her voice still cold, but not so crisp.

"I don't have a father! I was raised by my stepfather. Di Shuye suddenly felt very comfortable, as if the woman standing in front of her was like an old friend who had known her for many years, in front of her, she could relax with all her heart, just like a person under the dark night sky, you can vent arbitrarily.

"Give it to me!" the woman in black pointed at Di Shuye and said coldly.

Di Shuye was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously hugged the demon erhu, at this moment, he suddenly felt that something was crawling on his legs, lowered his head, and looked at it through the slight twilight, it was a small bird that was less than the size of a fist, with dark green feathers all over his body, like a parrot raised in a birdcage by a rich and noble family.

The two thin claws were tightly clasped on his tattered pants, and when he saw Di Shuye looking at it, he suddenly chirped lowly, Di Shuye's heart was shocked, and at the moment when the bird chirped, he seemed to be able to feel its meaning in his mind.

"Don't give me to her!"

It was a prayer with a sad look in his eyes, and Di Shuye suddenly felt that this little bird was just like himself, homeless at this time!

Handing the demon erhu to his left hand, Di Shuye reached out his right hand, grabbed the bird and held it in the palm of his hand, the small body was so small in the palm of his hand, Di Shuye slapped his palm, as if this could hold the bird more safely.

Raising his head, Di Shuye looked at the woman shrouded in black, "Why do you want it? Is it your parrot brother? By the way, my name is Di Shuye, what is your name? Why are you here?"

The woman in black didn't speak, Di Shuye suddenly felt that the temperature around him dropped sharply, he was taken aback, looked around, and shrunk back, but the cold invaded his body like a pervasive, and he couldn't help it, Di Shuye A voice came out of his head: "I believe that if it's not cold, it's not cold! Yes, it's not cold, it's not cold!" Thinking so in his mind, he suddenly felt that his body was really not cold.

Di Shuye looked at his body in surprise, but he didn't notice that the woman in black on the opposite side trembled imperceptibly.

"What a powerful spiritual power!" the woman exclaimed in her heart.

After a long time, he spoke: "I want it because it is useful to me, it is not raised by me, you can call me Mo, I came here to chase it! Now that I have answered all your questions, you can hand it over to me!" The cold voice sounded again, and the crisp feeling appeared again.

"Since you didn't raise it, why should I give it to you? Where did you come from, can you tell me? I want to go out, but I heard that this place is surrounded by mountains, and I can't get out. Di Shu said at night.

"Okay, I'll tell you how I got in, you give it to me, how?"

There was a slight tingling in his palm, Di Shuye looked at the bird in his palm, two sharp and thin little claws cut through his palm, and the bird in his palm was looking at him with pitiful eyes.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and the dark green feathers on the bird's abdomen were stained with a little scarlet, and even a trace of scarlet slid down to his hands! It was not his own blood! It was a wounded bird.

Di Shuye suddenly became angry, looked up at the woman, and said in a deep voice: "This little bird is already injured, why do you still want to capture it, I can guess, if you catch it, you will definitely kill it, right?"

Mo raised his head slightly, as if looking at Di Shuye's palm, and suddenly the black cloak on his head shook slightly, and the arm that was originally hanging in the black sleeve suddenly churned up, and he waved like lightning in front of Di Shuye's eyes, and the next moment, Di Shuye's eyes were suddenly dark, and there was no light. He subconsciously raised his arm and wiped his eyes, and suddenly saw two triangles not far apart appear in front of him, and the tips of the triangles were three bright small stars.

Before it was seen, the black disappeared abruptly, and returned to the twilight of the night before, Di Shuye looked up, only to find that the woman named Mo in front of him, the face covered by the original black cloak showed a pair of eyes at this time, and the two triangles she saw just now were in her eyes, and three Wenqu stars surrounded her pupils.

"Three Wenqu Stars, that's the three-ring moon, have you cultivated cultivation power, and it's already a third-layer?" Di Shuye was taken aback, and his eyes burned as he looked at the ink in front of him.

Mo was stunned for a moment, the triangle in his eyes slowly receded, and suddenly said: "Fate can't be forced, since the blue bird has chosen you, then let it be!"

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