Bihua was like two children, and the naughty little ones were fighting in front of her, and she could only helplessly separate the two of them, holding the little rolling in her arms, and resting the lyre on the coral trellis.

She didn't know if the lyre could understand her, so she was half joking and half tentative, and threatened: "Don't beat anyone! ”

If the lyre also had an expression, it must have been stunned by Bihua's eccentricity at the moment.

reacted that he was put back on the shelf, and the little bastard who wanted to beat himself was held in the arms of the master, and the master threatened himself with cruel words.

The moon bead at the head of the piano, which was still blooming, was connected with seven essences of heaven and water, and instantly dimmed, and the strings that no one played gently hummed a few times, and the sound was infinitely sad and desolate between the horns.

This piano is inevitably too dramatic, and he also knows how to match himself with background music.

Bihua was amused by it, and Xiao Rolling was hugged by her, and she also bleated together, her limbs trembled, and she looked like she couldn't support it.

Seeing that she not only did not comfort herself, but also laughed happily, a burst of sadness came from it, and the strings played even louder.

Bihua sensed that it was going to be really sad, so she put the little roll down and took it off the shelf again.

The jade room was spotless, but Bihua still cleaned her hands, found a random place next to the shelf and sat down cross-legged, and put the lyre on her lap.

The lyre will learn to be obedient, and the humming strings will be quieted and no longer sound.

Bihua calmed down, stretched out her shoulders and arms, bent her wrists slightly, pressed her palms down slightly, pressed her fingers on the strings, and the slightest chill spread along the strings from her fingertips upwards.

Bihua's physique is not very afraid of cold, this cold is not to be feared, but it has the effect of clearing the heart and concentrating.

She got up with her right hand first, hung and did not move, making the spring warbler out of the valley, and then moved her ten fingers lightly, brushed the strings, and played a piano song.

No one has played the lyre for nearly 10,000 years, and it will be played by Bihua, and it will be so excited that it will glow with silver brilliance in the room, and a moon pearl will be bright and dazzling, like a bright moon in the sky.

Bihua brushed between the fingers of the strings, as if quietly flowing under the gentle moonlight, dripping on the strings, in the void with the ripples of plain silver, intertwined with the sound of the piano, round by circle to the heaven and earth.

She closed her eyes and was speechless, the expression between her eyebrows was calmer than the bright moon in the sky, and her light eyelashes gently covered her eyes, as if she was recalling the old things of many years ago.

Maybe this sound is her outpouring.

Her sorrows, her memories, her longing and loneliness......

The sound is contained in the sound of the piano, the unforgettable sound, the faint sigh of the voice.

There was always a smile on his lips, bitter and stubborn, and it seemed to be detached and indifferent after the dust settled.

The jade room is as bright as snow, and the music is as bright as the moon.

The people are like jade, and the sound of the piano is ethereal and far-reaching.

Beautiful, tranquil.

At the end of the song, the afterglow was leisurely, and the lively and active little Bai Zhen on the side quieted down.

"Good piano. ”

Bihua slowly opened her eyes, her eyes rippled, even if this piano has not been maintained by people for nearly 10,000 years, the timbre played is still excellent.

If the mana is used through the strings when playing the piano, a piece of music can be played by her to kill the enemy and retreat the enemy, and now trapped in a place where the aura is lacking, this lyre can only be played as an ordinary instrument.

Fortunately, I have a little rhythm of music, otherwise this guqin recognizes itself as the master, wouldn't it be a pearl thrown into the dust?

Bihua was about to put away the piano when a bold idea suddenly rose in her heart.

Relying on the inspiration of novels, movies and television that she had seen in her previous life, she suddenly remembered that since she couldn't use mana to play in the way of a sword, the combination of the piano and the sword would be higher, and it would be more in line with her personality, and it would be very exciting to think about.

Her Ice Sword was ruined by her several times without careful maintenance, and now it is damaged, and it can only be restored through sacrifice.

As a person who has traveled into the novel of cultivating immortals, how can this be qualified if he does not make the sword increase its fashion value.

Before finding the next sword that suits you, it seems that it is also a good choice to replace the sword with the piano.

Of course, I don't know if this idea can be realized, judging by her usual experience...... It can always be done.

Ahem, anyway, give it a try.

Bihua's mind flashed with a round of thought.

She said to do it, held her breath and concentrated, her finger speed changed suddenly, from peaceful to sharp, like a startling crane, fingering into the sword intent, wiping and picking hooks, one after another sword shadows waved, there was a spring thunder in the trance in the jade room, and the sword light was like electricity.

The gentle moonlight turned into the waves of the river, and with a momentum of rushing to the sea and never returning, it rushed out of the strings and swept across the entire jade room.

Seven strings, through the clouds and cracked stones, there is the sound of gold and jade, high and low, flickering and quiet.

When moving, if thousands of troops and horses stand out, swords roar in unison, when it is quiet, if mercury falls to the ground, it is quietly silent.

The walls of the jade room trembled with the resonance of the sound waves.

The two jade rings placed next to them, feeling the danger hidden in the sound of the piano, one gold and one silver, flew up autonomously.

A layer of golden glow appeared around his body, auspicious and kind, and he strictly protected himself in the golden glow, not being harmed by the sound of the piano and the sword qi.

The other one took the initiative to send out thousands of thumb-thick silver beams, shooting outward, looking from a distance, like a silver rain, and each of these clusters of rain has the ability to break bones and cut skin, forcing back the sound of the approaching piano.

Danding stood there, immovable, the purple-gold tripod body has gone through the baptism of thousands of years of vicissitudes, and there is no trace, how can the sound of the piano and sword qi be helpless against it, and there is not even a trace of fine white marks left on the surface.

But the fragile jade walls are different.

In the destruction of wave after wave, wave after wave of sonic sword qi that was as strong as a wave, the originally smooth appearance cracked into a trace of tiny cracks.

Bi Hua originally thought that there was a ban arranged by the immortal in the jade room ten thousand years ago, and her cultivation during the Qi cultivation period, no matter how much she tossed it, there shouldn't be anything wrong.

So she closed her eyes with confidence, recalled the sword posture she had learned, and used every move and style in the sound of the piano, and the priority of the sword turned into the five tones of the strings, such as Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, and there was a switch between the sword moves, and the tone between the five notes changed.

The strange changes of the sword moves turned into a tone change other than the five tones.

The ten fingers flew forward and backward, almost bringing out the phantom, as if carrying out a hearty sword dance, the sword rose and stopped casually.

Bihua flicked on Xing's head, forgetting his feelings for a while, where to pay attention to the subtle signs that appeared on the jade wall.

Xiao Rolling had long been hiding in Bihua's arms, it was a little scared at first, but then it couldn't help but poke its head out.

It saw that Bihua was protecting, and the sound of the piano could not hurt itself, so it was relieved, and its upper body was on Bihua's wrist to caress the qin, happily watching the movements around it, and its two little paws followed her and danced in the void.

It's going to be smarter, and it's going to stop teasing the big guy who smacked itself in the head.