"On the contrary, I think that Wei Tianming's focus is to seal the Yaoguang branch, and we are just the targets they hit by chance."
Muyan's eyes couldn't help turning to this desolate Yaoguang branch.
During this period of time, because Di Ming Jue and Junior Martial Uncle are not around, fewer people come to the Yaoguang branch.
As a result, the place slowly began to become gloomy again, as if there were ghosts wandering around.
Muyan frowned slightly.
Just like when she first entered the Yaoguang Branch, she always felt that there was something in this Yaolight Branch.
It couldn't be seen or touched, but it sent chills down her spine from time to time.
Yaoguang branch, what happened back then, so that such a large branch fell into disrepair
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At night, Muyan fell into a drowsy sleep.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano was heard in the ear.
Like weeping like complaining, desolate and resentful.
But it also has the tragic feeling of swallowing mountains and rivers.
Muyan suddenly woke up from her sleep, and asked Qi Huang and Xiao Fenghuang, "Have you heard the sound of the piano?"
Qihuang lazily turned over, "What is the sound of the piano, Jun Muyan, are you dreaming?"
Qiuqiu also shook her head in a daze, "Beautiful sister, Qiuqiu didn't hear anything!"
At this moment, the sound of the piano in Muyan's ears is much quieter, but she can still hear it when she listens carefully.
For those who are good at music, the emotion and character expressed in the sound of the piano are the most difficult to conceal.
The so-called finding a bosom friend in high mountains and flowing waters should be so.
As Muyan listened, a vague shadow seemed to appear in front of her eyes.
Suffered a lot of trauma, riddled with holes, resentment and hatred.
But that uprightness and arrogance have never been wiped out.
Muyan couldn't help getting up and following the voice to find it.
They searched almost the entire Yaoguang branch, but they still couldn't find the source of the sound.
Moreover, Muyan always feels that the sound of the piano is getting softer and lighter, as if it is slowly dissipating between the heaven and the earth.
She almost returned disappointed.
But suddenly stopped in front of a huge cliff.
I always feel that the sound of the piano heard here seems to be louder and more solid.
Muyan gently touched the cliff with her hands, and even slashed it a few times with the Qijue Sword, but she didn't feel that it was any different from ordinary cliffs.
The sound of the piano is getting weaker and weaker, as if desperate, but also as if giving up everything.
Feeling unbearable in Muyan's heart, she suddenly sat cross-legged, and the Qijue Sword in her hand also turned into a Tianmoqin.
Ten fingers moved lightly, and the sound of the piano wrinkled.
The same weeping and complaining, but not mournful, but lingering.
The same swallowing mountains and rivers, but not resentful, but breaking through the sky.
Slowly, one light and one heavy, the two piano sounds blend together.
You nourish me, and I nourish you.
You warm me, I warm you.
The high mountains and flowing waters are so close to the world, but we can expect them to know each other well.
As the song ends, the sun rises in the eastern sky.
Muyan wiped off the sweat from her forehead, her body and spirit were somewhat exhausted, but she felt indescribably hearty.
She has never played piano and piano with others to such an extent that they are so congenial and know each other so well.
She didn't know who this person was, male or female, old or young.
But just because of the combination of the sound of a piano, she felt that this person and her were born confidants.
Qi Huang's voice suddenly came from beside his ear, "Jun Muyan, why are you playing the piano suddenly at night?"
Muyan already understood it in her heart, but still couldn't help asking: "You really only heard my piano sound, can't you hear the other piano sound?"
Qihuang frowned, "Where is the other piano sound coming from, Jun Muyan, are you stupid for climbing the Linglong Pagoda?"