The sixteen magic skills were exerted with all their might, and the sound of Huanhuan's piano became light and flying. She didn't dare to play some beautiful sounds, but tried her best to play a light tune, so that the sound of the piano fit the calm atmosphere, so that it would not turn abruptly.

After all, if she doesn't make changes in line with the sound of Qingning's qin, she is afraid that her magic skills will be retrograde immediately, and she will also suffer heavy losses despite her sixteen-fold heavenly demon skills.

Who knew that the sound of the piano outside the building suddenly changed again, soft and tactful, lingering, like an intoxicating rolling red dust.

Among them, the devil is still better than her.

No, it's demonized.

This is the sound of the avenue.

The red dust is unreal, and there is a free and easy atmosphere in the sound of the piano, which cleans the heart and lungs, like a lotus flower out of the mud, and does not stain half a cent of dust.

The sound of the piano is like a gentle and powerful hand, plucking the strings instead of Huanhuan's hands.

But for a moment, Huanhuan didn't know if she was playing the piano or the other party was playing the piano. She is like a marionette, completely at the mercy of the other party's piano sound.

She knew she couldn't sink any longer, or she wouldn't be able to recover.

Huanhuan recalls the sadness and heaviness of his childhood, trying to forcibly break through the peaceful atmosphere created by the other party.

The cultivation of the Demon Dao is particularly cruel, she has gone from a lonely and weak girl to a holy woman of the Heavenly Doctrine, and the hardships are beyond anyone's imagination.

It is precisely because of this that she rarely looks back on her sad past.

Otherwise, the indomitable demon heart will be affected and become moody.

But at this time, the only way to do it is to do the opposite.

Because of the interference of the other party's piano sound, she almost denied her own demonic way, if this is the case, she is afraid that her cultivation will be wasted.

Once she loses her cultivation, she will not only not be able to keep her position as a saint. With the practice of the Demon Dao, Huanhuan couldn't imagine what terrible end she would encounter.

Huanhuan couldn't tolerate this kind of thing.

She reminisced about the past, her sad and desolate mood occupied the demon's heart, and the sound of the piano at her fingertips became sharp and mournful.

"If you have to be sentimental, let it be. ”

This is the first time Huanhuan has heard the voice of the owner of the piano.

The sound of the piano outside immediately changed, and it was incomparably in line with the sound of Huanhuan's piano.

She burst into tears for a moment.

"Who turned the music of the bleak music?

The wind is also sluggish, the rain is also sluggish, and the lights are thin and the lights are scattered for another night.

I don't know what's in my arms,

It's boring to wake up, it's boring to get drunk, and I've never dreamed of Xie Qiao. ”

In the sound of the piano, someone whispered.

The song is sad and poignant, and it touches the heart.

It's about the love affair between men and women, not to mention the love between men and women. Affection is bitter!

Huanhuan's demon path is at the mercy of others with seven emotions and six desires, but these seven emotions and six desires, how can she not have them, and she will be cocooned and self-bound.

She thought of a man, when the Heavenly Demon Gong reached the thirteenth level, she had to find a man and fall in love with him, but she couldn't lose her body to the other party, and she had to kill the other party when the love was at its strongest.

She couldn't remember what the other party looked like, but the beautiful sweetness at that time came to her heart at this time, and in her mind, under the picture of her killing the other party with her own hands, the sweetness turned into bitter water.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the strings, and Huanhuan instantly turned into a cloud of green mist, and disappeared.

She was afraid that if she left a moment later, it would not be as simple as vomiting blood.

Today, under the influence of the sound of the piano, how far her magic skills will fade is not something she can think about at this time.

Without cultivation, it is better than dying immediately.

However, from beginning to end, she couldn't see the other party's appearance.

If this news spreads, it is estimated that no one in the cultivation world will believe it. The Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Doctrine has not yet seen the appearance of the opponent, and the magic skill has been completely cracked for the opponent.

But it's true.

After Huanhuan escaped, the prefect had lost his previous serenity.

He had already guessed who the people outside were.

A master, if he is really a master.

Chen Wou-Ki and Hu Dahai woke up from their previous psychedelics, especially Chen Wou-ki, although he did not break through the shackles of Huanhuan's magic sound on his own, but he also raised a step in spiritual cultivation, and he had a little more understanding of the sword theory taught by Xu Qing.

He also came to his senses, and Immortal Master Xu saved him again.

"Thank you Immortal Master Xu for rescuing me again, I wonder if Immortal Master is still coming up?" Chen Wuji said respectfully.

"No, I'm full. Thank you Mr. Chen for your hospitality. Outside, Xu Qing's voice slowly entered the building.

The wind and rain outside dissipated early, the bright moon sprinkled into the river, the clear waves rippled, and the cold moon was silent.

Chen Wuji and the others looked down, where was there any trace of Xu Qing.

They didn't even understand what Immortal Master Xu meant by the phrase that he was full.

Obviously, the food and drinks have not been served yet.

The prefect secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this master had found that he had not cultivated demonic skills, so he did not plan to come up to find him unlucky.

knew that the other party was so clever, and he would not invite Huanhuan out anyway.

He felt like he had been lucky enough to get his life back.

It's just that in the future, there will be such a big immortal in Jinhua City, and I am afraid that I will have to sleep uncomfortably in the future, and the food will not be pleasant.

He looked at Chen Wuji and said to himself: "This person has been given immortal fate by that person, and maybe there will be an intersection with that person in the future, I will have a good life." ”

The prefect said softly: "The two of you are frightened today, go back and rest." As for the matter of Miss Huanhuan, the government will ask someone to investigate. ”

When he was talking to Huanhuan, both of them fell into the sound of the piano, so naturally they didn't hear it.

What's more, for the imperial court, there is no difference between the righteous path monk and the demon path monk, they are both forbidden existences with Taoist law, which is more hateful than rangers.

Even if the defendant is arrested, the court will not be guilty because of this.

"But that Qingcheng sword cultivator really came here for joy. The prefect was secretly suspicious.

He felt that the matter was not simple.

He is accustomed to being sophisticated, and he talked to Chen Wou-Ki and the two, which made the two of them feel like a spring breeze.

Although the prefect had the intention of encircling Chen Wuji, he was not in a hurry, and if he was too anxious, he would leave traces and make people suspicious.

In the future, you can use the means of spring breeze and rain to slowly figure it out.

Then the three of them got off the Tianxiang Building and left.

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...

Xu Qing walked all the way along the river, feeling comfortable. This time, the mana obtained from the Demon Dao Monk in Tianxiang Tower tasted unexpectedly good.

Compared with Fourteen Niang, there is a different flavor. Like a wanderer who is away from home, he suddenly tastes authentic hometown food.

It was also a little strange to him.

It's just that he can't think of a reason, maybe it's because of the other party's special magic skills.

After all, the Blood Monk didn't give him similar feelings.

Bai Shanjun didn't have it.

Xu Qing was also a little pity, the other party's last Dao technique was still something, anyway, he couldn't catch up.

He turned suddenly, and the eunuch was barefoot, dressed in white, with her hair scattered, in the air behind him.

"It's scary that you're following me like this, like a ghost. Xu Qingdao.

The eunuch muttered, "I was originally a ghost. ”

The Celestial Maiden is actually a relatively high-level ghost.

"You have a point. "This time it was Xu Qing who retreated.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the water, and Xu Qing just glanced over.

"Could it be that there are still water ghosts?"