The sound of the piano is faint, as if there is still nothing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Xiao Ma thought about the strange things last night, and didn't pay attention to it at first, but after Murong Yuxin said it, he couldn't help but stop and listen. After a while, the three of them followed the sound of the piano and walked forward.

After walking more than 20 zhang, I saw that seven or eight zhang in front of me, under an ancient pine tree surrounded by two people on the side of the road, a middle-aged man in a white robe sat cross-legged, with a scorched tail piano on his lap, and was playing attentively. The man had a handsome face, a high crown of hair, and a strand of white hair on his forehead hanging down half-against his cheek as if unrestrained, adding a bit of uninhibited and flamboyance. There are also black and white chess pieces on the ground to his left, and I think he should be playing alone here.

The melodious sound of the piano wafted in the quiet and cold morning, warm and intoxicating, like dew drops moisturizing and moving on the petals of flowers, and like the morning breeze gently lingering in the treetops. At first listen, the sound of the piano seems to come from the front, and when I listen to it again, it seems to be floating from the sky, gushing from the ground, and surrounding from all directions.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, like a heavy rain pouring, smashing the tiled string window, chaotic, hurried, and disorganized; and like a dull thunder on a dry day, beating the cloudy sky, roaring continuously, lengthy and depressing, making people irritable and anxious. The pony secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly calmed his rest, suppressing his impetuosity, but it was too late, and the sound of the piano was like an invisible hand, restraining his every move, and he felt like a puppet that every breath and breath had to rise and fall with the tune, and his thoughts and emotions were stagnant. Looking at the monks again, they were all breathing and their faces were burning.

The sound of the piano was originally like the sound of heaven, the artistic conception was lofty, and the aftersound was lingering, which made people feel refreshed and irritable to dissipate. I didn't expect that the tune would change in an instant, and it would make people so restless and breathless, and it would be as uncomfortable to listen to it as a needle and stick.

The sound of the piano became more and more rapid, as if there were thousands of troops galloping and fighting, and like a turbulent wave, the melody was full of fierce murderous aura. The pony only felt that the qi and blood in his body were churning, and the dantian true qi rushed left and right, and the more forcibly condensed, the more the conflict was severe, and the internal organs were all impacted. Desperately trying to cover his ears, but where did it have half an effect, the magic sound echoed in his head lingering, as if there were thousands of poisonous insects crawling and biting in his body, and at the same time, it seemed that countless swords were stabbing and slashing on his body, and it seemed that there was a heavy hammer hitting his heart one by one, all kinds of feelings were entangled, indescribable, and painful.

The sound of the piano grows faster and the tune gets louder and louder, and the pony can feel his mouth and nose bleeding, and the pain in his body is getting hotter and hotter, and he may soon be completely crushed, and he will be at the mercy of others.

He was crouched on the ground, already tortured to the point of collapse, but he couldn't just die, his life was not his own, even if it was to die, he should die violently. He remembered those eyes, very bright and bright, like brilliant gems set in the night sky. The fist in his hand gradually clenched, and his eyes revealed unyielding and determined, and the pony struggled hard and slowly. Fuqin Man was seven or eight feet away, and he had to get closer to ensure that the counterattack was effective.

One-step, two-step, three-step...... Firm and stubborn, the pony's hand grips the unicorn knife at his waist tightly, and his knuckles turn white with exertion. This road is very close, but it is so far, no one knows what kind of perseverance and perseverance it takes to withstand the pain of biting the marrow and eating the heart, and no one can believe that a person can stand up and fight unyieldingly in such a state.

The fuqin man has been playing with full attention, as if what he is playing is a divine sound fairy music, not a terrifying and deadly magic sound. When he noticed the pony three feet away, the surprise and disbelief in his eyes flashed, and then he was well disguised by a coldness. He couldn't believe that anyone could walk in front of him when he was being eaten up by the sound of the piano.

But not believing it doesn't affect him to make a decision in an instant, even if it's a phantom, he won't give the other party any chance to get closer, and he has always done a good job of protecting himself. Of course, he has always thought that he has done a better job of killing, and since he practiced this song "The Other Side of the Flower" ten years ago, the person he wants to kill has never survived, and in this regard, he is satisfied with himself.

When he noticed the pony appearing, he reacted quickly, his right hand still stroking the piano, and his left sleeve flicked on the ground beside him, and two chess pieces were ejected like lightning. There are really not many of the targets he needs to use chess pieces, so although he calls himself "the best of both qin and chess", there are too few people who have actually seen deadly chess, and the very few who are fortunate enough to be able to see it, or perhaps the unfortunate enough to see it, will never speak.

The pawn strikes, and the Piano Man doesn't look at the pony again, knowing that no one can avoid the blow in this situation. His secret weapon stunt is definitely one of the best in the martial arts, even under normal circumstances, not too many people can dodge, not to mention that under the shroud of his piano sound, absolutely no one can avoid it. He has always been very confident in this.

No one can avoid it! Ponies are human, so he can't avoid them, and he doesn't want to avoid them.

The chess piece burst through the sky like a meteor, and he had no intention of dodging at all. He could die, but he couldn't die too much, so he walked three feet away from the violin man. What he has to do is not to dodge the chess pieces meaninglessly, but to take the opportunity to kill the Fuqin man.

At the same time as the violin man made a move, the knife in his hand also shot out with a strong wind, and went straight to the chest of the violin man, this blow he had done his best, and there was only one chance for success or failure.

Hearing the strong wind coming, the Fuqin man snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "I don't think I can do it." The right hand still does not stop, the body leans slightly to the right, the left hand turns the palm into a knife oblique cut, first dissolves the force, and then grabs the back of the knife with his fingers, and when he grabs it, he is surprised that what he is holding in his hand is actually a scabbard. At the same time, the sound of the strings was clear, accompanied by the sound of knives chopping through hardwood, and the sound of the piano abruptly stopped, and a knife was embedded in the left end of the scorched tail, and the handle of the knife shook itself.

The pony's target is not the Piano Fuqin, but the Jiaowei Qin. At the moment when he saw the Fuqin man firing the chess pieces, Xiao Ma knew that the other party's martial arts attainments were already first-class masters in the world, even if the other party did not rely on the sound of the qin, his chances of winning might not be less than thirty percent, and now to kill the other party in the case of control and weakness, there is really no chance of winning, and destroying the qin himself and the four of them may have a chance to escape. So in a flash of lightning, he changed his mind and killed the violin man with a false move, just to give him a chance to destroy the piano when he dodged. The scabbard struck, and the unicorn knife flew towards Jiaoweiqin after it.

He wasn't sure he would succeed, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he had to gamble, and luckily he won. If it weren't for the fact that the Piano Man was too confident and contemptuous of the ponies, he might not have succeeded. However, there are no ifs.

When the pony saw the knife cut the strings and cut at the body, he couldn't hold it anymore and fell, and he had a smile on his face, after all, he had won the game. "If he dies like this, it won't make him feel too ashamed, right?" he thought, fainting. The chess pieces pierced through his thin green shirt with a strong wind, one penetrated his right shoulder, and one drilled into his left ribs. Thankfully, there are no ifs.

Seeing the destruction of his beloved Jiaowei Qin, the face of the Fuqin person changed greatly, and he couldn't help but sigh at the Qin, and his heart fluctuated: "This piano has been with me for more than ten years, and I have always regarded it as a treasure and never left it." I think that back then, for this piano, I rushed to Dali thousands of miles away to meet the "world's first piano master" Gongsun forget worries, and was willing to ask for it with ten thousand gold. The grandson refused to live or die, saying that 'the famous qin has spirituality, and it should be given to someone who is destined', 'The killing qi on your body is too heavy, and it will destroy this divine qin and bring it into the devil'. In a fit of rage, he killed his entire family before he captured the piano. ”

"That grandson Lao'er talked about the world's piano score at that time, lamenting that "Guangling San" has become a peerless sound since Ji Kang, and it is rumored that someone has dug dozens of graves, and actually found the piano score, but he didn't have the opportunity to meet, and he couldn't play a song in his lifetime, which is a pity. He also said that there are predecessors who wrote "The Other Side of Flowers", but this song is too murderous, it is really a magic sound, although there is a piano score, but it is never dared to play, so as not to fall into the devil's way, and the heart is ruined, and because it is the hard work of the predecessors, it is really unbearable. I brought it out at the time, and under hard research, I found that this song is really a martial arts, and since I practiced this song, I have dominated the world and have few opponents. Who would have thought that his most cherished thing would be ruined like this now......" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but cover my face with frost and my eyes showed murderous intent.

"Today I vow to break your body into ten thousand pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart. The fuqin man said hatefully, put down the remnant qin, and stood up.