Not long after Wang Xiande and the others entered the study, a sergeant sweated profusely and stumbled out, reporting in a panic: "Report ...... Report to Lord Ling, a big thing, something big has happened!"

"What's the alarm? Ling Huan's heart jumped and he said in a deep voice.

"Lord Qi Ling, in the single study, we found a huge underground secret room, which hides the abduction gun, the general cannon, the repeating crossbow, the fire dragon out of the water, and other weapons prohibited by the empire. My lord, look at ?......" The soldier calmed down and stepped forward to salute respectfully.

Wet, the single family even dared to hide the general artillery, and it was really ill-intentioned. Ling Huan breathed a long sigh of relief, and ordered loudly with an awe-inspiring expression: "The single family has hidden weapons privately, intending to rebel, the evidence is conclusive, where are the soldiers...... Immediately take down all the people in the single family. ”

"It's Lord Ling. The crowd responded in unison.

They must not be allowed to expose the contents of the chamber to the sun. Seeing this, the head of the single family showed a bit of anger on his face, approached Ling Huan, suddenly raised his hand, and shouted: "The surname is Ling...... You declared a personal vendetta and deliberately framed the Shan family, I fought with you. ”

"Lord Ling, be careful......" Qu Donglai exclaimed in shock when he saw this.

What was thrown at Ling Huan by the head of the single family was a palm-sized scroll. As soon as the scroll reached the air, it exploded with a "boom", and the paper turned into ashes, but the things in the paper became larger than the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it became a beautiful and wonderful beauty.

The beauty in this painting, like a fairy, sits cross-legged in mid-air, with a guqin in front of her knees, beckoning to Ling Huan, as if inviting Ling Huan to compose a song with her.

"A Chinese Ghost Story ?......" Wang Zhixian, who had just walked out of the secret room and entered the scene, saw this, and immediately shouted in horror: "Ling Gongzi, don't look at her!"

A Chinese Ghost Story? I'm dripping a god, I can't stop yelling!

Ling Huan didn't know what this was at all, and was looking at this bizarre scene curiously, and when he heard the words, he instantly became scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. In the East Shenzhou Continent, he could actually hear that the phrase A Chinese Ghost Story shocked him even more than ***** pregnancy.

It's just that what he doesn't know is that this "Chinese Ghost Story" is a real and bizarre thing in the Tang Dynasty, and it is also the origin of the Chinese Ghost Story mentioned by Qu Donglai in "Sending His Wife". Hundreds of years ago, there was a painting saint with amazing painting skills, and he accepted a female disciple named Qiannu in his later years.

Qiannu is very beautiful, and obsessed with piano art, since following the painting saint, she has secretly practiced the piano behind his back. Therefore, in the attic where she lives, there is often a beautiful sound of the piano.

One night, she sat in front of the window again, playing the piano to the stars. The night was quiet, and the soft and graceful sound of the piano was like a wisp of smoke drifting to the sky, echoing in the starry sky, and there seemed to be a wisp of serpentine sound, resonating with her.

That night, when she went back to her room and went to bed, she had a dream in which a handsome young man showed her love to her. His voice was particularly melodious, and the heart of the Chinese girl was secretly moved when she heard it, so she took out the piano and played it in an ensemble.

When she woke up, she couldn't help but think back to the scene in her dream again and again, and she could never forget that handsome young man. In the end, he became ill and fell ill in the attic.

On her deathbed, she ignored the woman's reserve and told the painting saint about her dream. Her infatuation touched the inspiration of the painting saint, and he devoted his whole life to painting the "Chinese Ghost Story" that has been sung for thousands of years, and the soul of the Chinese girl's piano heart was absorbed into the painting, but he died with a smile due to the exhaustion of his soul power.

The painting of the saint "A Chinese Ghost Story" was originally out of the heart of the disciple, hoping that the heart of the disciple could really have a dream come true and the day when the piano ensemble would be played.

But the painting saint never thought that now this painting was used as a vicious weapon by the single family to plot against Ling Huan, if he knew about it, he was afraid that he would be angry and crawl out of the grave.

"It's not good, Lord Ling is in danger!" Qu Donglai exclaimed.

Everyone looked at it, and saw Ling Huan floating strangely into the air, sitting cross-legged in front of the Qiannu, as if listening to the Qiannu playing the piano.

How can a person sit in the air as if he was on the ground? Such a strange phenomenon made people suddenly feel terrified: "Oh my God, is Lord Ling being hooked by a female ghost?"

At this time, Ling Huan didn't know what was going on outside his body, and when the woman in the air beckoned to him, his eyes were dark, and he was in a completely unfamiliar environment, like a beautiful illusion.

The woman in the air was dressed plainly, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but she timidly and softly motioned for him to sit down, and then she took care of herself and played the piano music lightly.

Her music was poignant and beautiful, which made Ling Huan can't help but feel empathetic emotions, and she couldn't help but sit on the ground, listening quietly, and the shadows of Wanjun and Xi Shi appeared alternately in her mind.

Gradually, the face of the woman playing the piano in front of him became clear, it was his unforgettable Wanjun. Wanjun's piano sound, as if to confide in him the pain of parting, made him feel uncontrollable.

The sound of the piano continued to reverberate, but "Wanjun" slowly stood up and danced to the sound of the piano, her plain white dress became transparent with her graceful movements.

"Wanjun, don't be like this, don't ......" Ling Huan's blood boiled like burning, and he shouted with his tongue wide and hard, but his voice was as weak as a mosquito and a fly, and his speech was slurred.

"After Ling Huan left, my soul also flew with it...... Wanjun seemed to have given up her reserve, and faced Ling Huan with sincerity, and came slowly.

Ling Huan could only barely hold the spiritual platform, and at the last trace of clarity, he struggled: "No...... I can't do this, we can't do this until we find Sister Xi Shi. ”

As soon as his words fell, Wanjun turned into Sai Xi Shi who was extremely similar to her, Xi Shi took his big hand and said shyly: "Erlang, are you looking for me?"

She pulled Ling Huan's big hands to a certain place, and stood on tiptoe, raising her head to seal Ling Huan's lips.

Ling Huan's head exploded with a "buzz", and an incomparable desire~ hope burned in his body, surging and drowning, and his last trace of clarity made him sink into the bottomless abyss.

Suddenly, Ling Huan's heart jumped suddenly, and his eyes widened in horror, and the delicate beauty who was close at hand was actually Gu Jun: "Oh my God! I actually ...... with Gu Jun."

Gu Jun's face was also full of unbelievable surprise, and his eyes were clearly saying, "Ling Huan, you disciple, how can you make a ...... to me?"

Her weakness aroused Ling Huan's instinctive ambition, and he lost all his spiritual platform and pounced on Gu Jun fiercely. You little girly skin also has today? Lao Tzu said that he will avenge you with a sword!

Gu Jun raised his head pantingly, and said anxiously with inarticulate words: "You, you can't be like this, you...... Can you play the piano for me?"

"Playing the piano?" Ling Huan raised his head blankly: "Just now, wasn't I listening to A Chinese Ghost Story?"

As soon as he thought of A Chinese Ghost Story, he couldn't help but sit cross-legged in front of the guqin, moved his ten fingers lightly, and slowly played the song "A Chinese Ghost Story" in his memory: "The road of life, the dream is like a long road, the wind and frost in the road, the wind and frost are dry, in the red dust, there are many directions in the dream, looking for the crazy dream center to love ......"

The music of this earth is not a piano song, but when he plays it, it is indescribably sad and poignantly tugging at people's heartstrings, as if as long as they touch it lightly, they will shed blood and tears.

In the sound of the piano, Gu Jun on the ground got up, and it was still the woman who played the piano. The girl's tears were rolling, but she looked at him with a smile. At the end of the song, she smiled poignantly and said, "Thank you, the slave family will tell you a story, right?"

The story she tells is the story of a Chinese girl and the man in her dream.

After listening quietly, Ling Huan suddenly smiled dumbly and said: "Just like the sunshine falling into a dry well, you will know the tenderness of the darkness, as long as you let go of the obsession in your heart, you will see the strange man in your dream." ”

When he was comforting the girl, he was smiling bitterly in his heart, why didn't he fall into obsession?

"Let go of the obsession in your heart?" the girl muttered to herself, and after a moment, she smiled, and smiled as brightly as the sun: "I see, you are the man of my dreams." Let me dedicate myself to you, and make a wish, okay?"

Ling Huan swallowed his saliva hard, his throat seemed to be swollen and paralyzed, and he couldn't make any sound, but before he could react, Qiannu still leaned over, and a bitter and sweet breath poured into his mouth and descended directly into his body.

In his unbelievable eyes, the girl and the magic mirror, also with a little bit of light, disappeared into his body.

His brain, with a loud "boom", those rays of light turned into pure energy, breaking into his soul sea like a tide, and becoming a part of his soul power.

At the same time, the Soul Hall in his Soul Sea was soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it expanded more than twice as much before it slowly stabilized.

Looking at the majestic soul hall in the soul sea, he was stunned: "Can anyone tell me this...... What the hell is going on?"