Rong Jin went quickly and came back quickly. After a while, he appeared at the door with Qin in his arms. "Qingqing said it well, that old man actually hid such a good thing." At that time, a guqin made of sycamore tree was unknown, but looking at its appearance, you can tell that it was a very good guqin. Rong Jin gently placed the qin in front of Mu Qingyi, and sat next to her, hugged her from behind and smiled: "Try it in Qingqing."

Mu Qingyi stretched out her hand and plucked the strings of the piano. The ancient sound of the piano flowed out between her fingers, "It's indeed a good piano."

Soon, the sound of the piano rang in the courtyard. The simple and honest sound of the piano only made people feel refreshed and relaxed, as if they were quiet. They just listened quietly to the melodious sound of the piano and felt extremely comfortable and happy in every part of their body.

Rong Jin also stretched out his hand and plucked it on the strings with Mu Qingyi, not like playing the piano, but like making trouble. Mu Qingyi had no choice but to let him play it. Rong Jin didn't move, and played a song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" in this posture, and then he smiled and pulled Mu Qingyi's hand and said, "Clean Qingqing."

Mu Qingyi raised her hand with a smile, and the song sounded faintly.

Listening to the quiet sound of the piano, Rong Jin gradually became quiet. He hugged Mu Qingyi and listened quietly to the piano, gradually closing his eyes. After a while, Mu Qingyi shouted softly, "Rong Jin?" The person leaning against her shoulders did not make any sound, and there was only a soothing breath in his ears. Mu Qingyi lowered her eyes, moved slightly between her fingers, and the sound of flowing out changed, with a little more ancient, peaceful and distant meaning, but a song of peace and soothing.

In the afternoon, there was still snow outside the yard, and red plum trees bloomed in one corner of the yard. In the room, a pair of beautiful men were sitting at the table leaning against each other. The woman was concentrating on playing the piano, but the man hugged his hands on the slender waist of the person in front of him, and fell asleep quietly against the woman's shoulder.

The weather got a little better, and Wei Wuji led people up the mountain to find Rong Jin's whereabouts again. However, the mountains that stretched for dozens of miles were covered with white areas, and there was no difference at all, and there was no way to see the figure in black who had been missing for many days.

Wei Wuji stood in the snow and sighed helplessly at the white snow in front of him.

"Young Master, you have discovered it on the side of Lord Mo Gu." A guard came hurriedly and reported in a deep voice. Wei Wuji was shocked and hurriedly said, "Go and take a look."

Mo Wenqing was standing on a snowy ground and looking at Bai Xue on the ground in a daze. Hearing Wei Wuji's footsteps, he raised his head and looked at him. Wei Wuji said hurriedly: "Master Mo Gu, what did you find?" Mo Wenqing raised his foot and swept the snow under his feet. After a layer of white snow was brushed away, some red marks appeared below. Wei Wuji's face changed slightly and he said: "It's blood. Could it be Rong Jin injured?" There has not been heavy snow again in the past two days, so Mo Wenqing just swept the thin layer of snow outside and saw the blood left on the ground.

Mo Wenqing shook her head and said, "This is not human blood, this is animal blood." As she said that, she waved her hand to sweep away the snow next to her. Sure enough, there were also many dark red bloodstains left on the lower layer. "The last time it snowed was two days ago on the night. It was only a light snow at that time, so these bloodstains were left two days ago."

Wei Wuji's face changed, and a folding fan in his hand waved towards the ground. After a storm of snowflakes flew, spots of blood appeared on the originally snow-white ground. The blood solidified on the thick snow and dyed a dark red snow. Seeing this, others also began to clean up the upper layer of blood as Wei Wuji. It was surprising to find that the red snow was actually quite large in area. There were even many animals' corpses buried under the snow.

"What's going on? Where do so many animals come from this season?" Just look at the blood on the ground and you will know that it is definitely not a trace that can be left by one or two prey. It's like someone is carrying out a massacre here. Moreover, the other party's methods are very violent. Just looking at the corpses of the animals left behind, almost no one can tell which animal was left behind, because each piece is almost not as big as a child's fist, and the only thing you can see is the piece of meat at that time.

Mo Wenqing turned around and looked at Wei Wuji indifferently and said, "You have guessed it, why bother ask again?"

Wei Wuji remained silent. Rong Jin, except for Rong Jin's Shura Sword, there were not many weapons and martial arts in the Northern Han Dynasty that could achieve this level. Wei Wuji and Rong Jin fought each other many times, and just took a look and could guess the traces left by the Shura Sword at that time.

"How could he..." Wei Wuji said in a deep voice. As the area cleared became more and more shocking, it was even more shocking. The originally snow-white and flawless snow had turned into a terrifying dark red, and the guards who followed him couldn't help but change their colors.

Mo Wenqing said lightly: "Although this Wushan is cold, there are many animals that do not need to hibernate. The Northern Han people regard Wushan as a forbidden area and never hunt here. There are also many prey in the mountains. It is easy to lead out animals without food in winter."

Wei Wuji looked at Mo Wenqing silently, "You know I didn't mean that." What I want to know is why Rong Jin killed so many animals, or in this way. In fact, to a certain extent, such killing and torture is more terrifying than killing people. If Rong Jin killed people, they could still think that those people were offended by their lack of eyes, but killing these animals could only be simply killing, because it is obvious that Rong Jin was not for hunting.

"It doesn't matter, he can still control it." Mo Wenqing thought for a while.

Wei Wuji raised his eyebrows and Mo Wenqing said lightly: "If he really can't control himself, he wouldn't kill these animals, but rushed down the mountain to kill people. Maybe he had found Qingyi." Although it was just Mo Wenqing's guess, Wei Wuji still hoped that everything would be as Mo Wenqing thought. He sighed and ordered people to cover the snow that had just been cleared and then continue to find someone.

It was already dusk when Wei Wuji and others found their courtyard. It was surprising to see a farmyard in such a vast snow-capped mountain that was obviously not in the Northern Han style. At the same time, it was even more certain that Mu Qingyi and others must be here. Leaving everyone waiting outside, Wei Wuji and Mo Wenqing stepped into the courtyard and saw Mu Qingyi and Rong Jin in the half-open window opposite.

"Rong Jin, Qingyi!" Wei Wuji shouted in a deep voice.

Originally, Mu Qingyi was talking to Rong Jin, but when she heard Wei Wuji's voice, she couldn't help but look back at the two people who were entering the door. She couldn't help but smile, "Wuji, Ziyuan. You are here."
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