Only then did Ye Yu see the white-clothed piano girl sitting next to Mu Yuhua, smart and empty, looking like a fairy.

The sound of the flute is lonely and far away, the tune is ups and downs, it is difficult to hide the vicissitudes of the years, everyone listens to the bitterness in their hearts, and the sorrow is gathered together, as if the murmuring stream gathers into a big river, low and gloomy, and the sorrow turns nine times, and the sound of the flute actually pulls people's heartstrings.

Ye Yu couldn't help but be fascinated by the sound of the flute, the past was vivid, the life of the Xiao family's mercenary squad when he was a child, the scarlet snake gall, the ridicule of everyone in front of the Demon Blood Stone that day, the scene of the battle between Mu Xiuyuan brothers in Yuhua Villa, Mu Zixuan and Fayu Daoren, the scene of jumping off the cliff, and the scene of the sudden disappearance of the old ghost and the old monster of the Qilin...... Listening to the sound of the flute, I couldn't help myself for a while, and fell into a long state of sorrow.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute gradually became high-pitched, like a midnight frenzy, the waves were rushing and the wind was high, as if a new world appeared in front of us, conveying a kind of high-spirited and unyielding power, optimistic, positive, and joyful galloping.

The sorrow suddenly disappeared, and everyone's hearts suddenly widened and their minds opened.

The sound of the flute gradually slowed down, the breeze and the moon swayed lightly, and a tranquil artistic conception brewed out, like the remnant sun falling on the snow in winter, the glow is shining, and it is also like the bamboo forest swaying with green bamboo, quiet and leisurely.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, but everyone fell into it and it was difficult for themselves, a song of the flute faintly reflected a person's life, the youth was unwilling, but unwilling to struggle after the struggle, until later once the world was famous, the years of the conquest of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and finally the temperament was indifferent like the moonlight flowing water, watching the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds rolled up, and the years passed quietly.

"That's good, I'm just bragging, but it's a little inferior to my piano sound," and then there was a giggling sound from the light girl.

Everyone came to their senses, but they were surprised when they heard the words of the piano girl, such a beautiful laughter, this little girl actually said that it was slightly inferior to her own piano sound?

"Oh?" Mo Tu Xianjun was also stunned, he had extraordinary confidence in his laughter, he never thought that this girl would say that it was slightly inferior to her piano sound, and there was a faint anger in his heart.

I couldn't help but be curious: "In this way, your piano sound is really extraordinary, so even if I throw bricks and lead the jade, I also ask the girl to play a song to open my eyes", although Mo Tu Xianjun said very modestly, but there was a little disbelief in his heart.

"Hehe, this is also fun, I'll tell you to take a look, but you are not allowed to cry", the piano girl giggled, and a red guqin suddenly appeared in her hand.

The red guqin appeared in the hand of the qin girl, and for some reason Ye Yu suddenly trembled in the sea of gods, and almost knocked him to the ground, Ye Yu's mind buzzed and stayed in the chair.

"This qin is actually an extraordinary artifact?" The wizard in Tsing Yi, who was sitting on a chair eating tea, suddenly exclaimed, his eyes full of horror.

"The immortal is naturally an artifact, hehe, old man, sit down, I'm about to start, don't you cry?" said to the wizard in Tsing Yi with a smile.

When the wizard said this to her, she immediately sat down in her chair, her heart trembling, and her back was in a cold sweat, as if she was enchanted.

Zheng!

The first wisp of piano sound came out, and the whole space suddenly trembled, and there was a "hiss......sting" sound in the air, except for Mo Tu Xianjun, Mu Yuhua, and Ye Yu, who had lost his mind, all of them were greatly shaken, and their expressions changed greatly.

In a piece of aroma, the white-clothed piano girl lowered her eyebrows, her hands were like jade, soft and fragrant, gently plucked the strings, the continuous piano sound floated out, Qingyue tactfully, the slightest warmth surged into her heart, indescribable comfort, everyone was surprised, and sat down calmly and listened carefully to the piano music.

In the courtyard, the breeze is fluttering, the bamboo branches are swaying, the blue sky is endless, the sun is setting, a fiery red, indescribable charming. In the attic, the fragrance of tea is curling, there is an agate incense burner on the table, the musk is overflowing, and the faint fragrance is as if it is leaving, refreshing people's hearts.

The beautiful scenery of the good day, with the beginning and end of the piano sound, makes people feel like they are in a fairyland, the sky is full of clouds, the clouds are rising and falling, the sunset is beautiful, the mountains and plants below seem to be in a golden wave, the warm wind is coming, and the world is lifelike in front of everyone.

Mo Tu Xianjun listened and said secretly in his heart: "I can do this kind of illusion, it's nothing, I want to come to this girl is just like this."

Who knew that the piano girl seemed to understand her words, and the corners of her mouth smiled, and suddenly the piano sound suddenly turned, flying down, and suddenly gave birth to a very unique piano sound.

Like the spring breeze blowing on the face, the fragrance of flowers is fragrant, the piano song is full of vitality, the spring mood of the tide is coming, like a fine stone thrown into the blue lake, rippling, the green willow embankment, the blue waves fall on the shore, as if a heart quietly sprouts, like the feelings of young people.

When Sang Mo heard the sound of the piano, she immediately couldn't help but look at Mu Yuhua, and her heart became more and more uneasy, Bai Lian'er heard the music of the piano, her heart rippled, and her cheeks were crimson, for some reason this piano sound seemed to tug at her heartstrings, and the spring was lingering.

Unconsciously, even Mo Tu Xianjun was fascinated by the qin music, as if he had returned to his youth, he and a little girl were boating on the blue lake, two pairs of bare feet swaying in the water, splashing clusters of splashes, the sun was setting, sparkling, endless old dreams, whispering under the moon.

The sound of the piano is abrupt, like a faint moonlight, silver light on the ground, and like a murmuring stream, rushing down the stone, followed by half a tea time, the tune ups and downs, and it becomes desolate and bitter in an instant, if the flowers are remnants of willow legs, the leaves fall near autumn, and the sadness of the bleak is bubbling and flowing, exciting.

At this moment, the piano girl suddenly sang loudly, her tone was tactful and melancholy, and the sadness was endless, and the joy was like a flash in the pan, and it became empty in a blink of an eye, leaving only the sorrowful autumn and autumn to make people sad, and then listen to the lyrics are a poignant story, and the lyrics sing:

Butterflies fly

Jade pear flowers

Fuqin and sword dance

The blue water smiles at the Ishikawa

You look back with a smile on your face

How much innocence is revealed

That year a long time ago

We laugh at the world

Believe together

Naively agreed forever

Laughing separately

I don't know how to be nostalgic yet

When the stars move

Only then did I know that loneliness was spreading

Hearts to freezing

Frost fills the sky

Blur your figure

My sight

When I wash the sword in Huanxi

When the pear blossoms fall

Whether it can still be the same as before

Drip, drip, little bit

When the pear blossom is beautiful again

My fingertips

Can I keep a smile on your face?

Once forever

Why did it become a full stop

The sound of the piano is still the same

When people fade away, they are as small as smoke

When the pear blossoms are full

My heart

Can you come back to me again

Dried pear branches

Scars condense an engraved oath

Thousands of rivers and mountains

The old man is no longer dreaming

Mu Yuhua heard the singing voice of the piano girl, and suddenly the sea of gods trembled, how could this song be so familiar? In her mind, that strange dream was born, the green mountains and clear water were gone, the clouds and mist were ethereal, the Xuanxie Pavilion, the branches of the pear blossom trees were blooming with white flowers, like jade rain and white snow, and the pear blossom forest could not see the end, and at this moment a figure appeared in the pear blossom forest giggling and running with a smile.

The woman was slender and lovely, like a weak willow supporting the wind and walking quietly, and when she saw that face, she couldn't help but be shocked, she was the same as herself.

Many of the women were talking around the woman, giggling and laughing, and to her surprise, one of them was actually a piano girl, and they circled around her, shouting: "Sister Kishiya".

Mu Yuhua looked confused, and when she looked at it again, the women were gone, the moonlight was like water, the silver glow was everywhere, and the pear blossom forest was bleak, and at this moment, bursts of piano sounds quietly came out.