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Chapter 2113 deep sea current

"Lin Hao..." "...Lin Hao..." There were nowhere to be heard. In the hazy, Lin Hao seemed to see an island. Is it a swimming island?

Still wrong, that is... a tortoise that is as big as a continent. This tortoise carries a piece of earth and wanders... not on the sea, but like the endless starry sky, like the eternal void! "Who is calling me?"

Lin Hao frowned and looked at the hazy turtle, like a continent, trying hard to see clearly the person who was calling him on the turtle's back, but no matter what, it seemed as if there was a diaphragm in front of him, which made him try harder to see, but the more he saw it, the more blurred he saw.

Fortunately, the call sounded again.

"Lin Hao...save me..." "...Lin Hao..." "Xiyan?

Is it Xiyan?

Is it you?

?”

Lin Hao immediately grabbed the turtle that was like a continent, but the big turtle not only made him vaguely invisible, but even he reached out to grab it, as if the turtle was endlessly far away from him. He stretched out his hand, but it seemed like he could never catch the turtle or the sound.

"Xiyan!!"

With a click, Lin Hao suddenly opened his eyes, but saw a huge turtle like a continent in front of him. At this moment, there was only a small table in front of him, but he accidentally touched the wine glass on the table and woke him up.

"So, is it just a dream?"

"But why... Xiyan's voice is so real, where is she? Has she really encountered a crisis?"

Lin Hao murmured softly, and then suddenly realized that the crisp sound of silhouettes and bamboos were ringing in his ears.

He couldn't help but look up at him in a daze, and saw Wu Yuanyuan who had been sleeping against his arm before, but at some point he had sat on the other side. There was a guqin in front of her. She was like fat jade, with ten thin fingers faintly red. At this moment, she was playing the strings of the piano and playing a song that was extremely quiet and peaceful, as if it had a calming effect.

In front of him, he found that more than a dozen dishes on the small table seemed to have been replaced, and the dishes were still steaming, especially the remaining half pot of wine, which was now placed on a small stove, warming.

Lin Hao touched the cloak on his body. The part that was originally wrapped around Wu Yuanyuan was still faintly warm and fragrant, as if she had just woken up.

"You can still play the piano?"

The sound of the piano paused, and Wu Yuanyuan, who was closing his eyes and deeply immersed in the music, held the strings with his hands, slowly opened his almond eyes and looked at Lin Hao, and Zhan Yan smiled: "Yes, my brother only practices besides practicing. Occasionally he goes out of seclusion, he will only force me to practice together. When he is in seclusion, I will play the piano or practice painting. Occasionally, when he plays chess, he will also let me play the piano aside. This Qingyu Shenshu Song is what he gave me."

"You brothers and sisters are really proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. After all, they belong to a wealthy family. Unlike me, who grows up so old, they only know how to refine elixirs except alchemy."

"Alchemy?"

"Refining...refining inner elixir! It's the inner elixir of the Golden Elixir stage, do you understand?"

"Oh... I'll play another song for you, you seem to be very tired."

Lin Hao picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of warm wine, took a sip, nodded, and turned his head to look at the sky. At this time, it seemed that there was only more than an hour left before dawn, but it was enough time to listen to a piano music.

"This song was taught by Sister Zhilan. It is called Jinghai Deep Flow, and it is also a song that awakens the soul."

Wu Yuanyuan introduced, and ten green onion white jade fingers moved again skillfully. Suddenly, a melodious and crisp music came into Lin Hao's ears again, but this song of quiet sea and deep flow seemed to be more than just resting the soul and awakening the spirit.

"This should be adapted from a battle song. In the quiet sea, deep flows are surging, and a storm is about to come and wind fill the building. This song is indeed more suitable for people in the battle."

Lin Hao commented carefully.

Wu Yuanyuan, who was playing the piano, smiled: "Do you think so too?

My brother also said that this song is most suitable for listening to it during a battle. He always wanted to let me play it for him during a battle, but he still didn't have that kind of opportunity."

"Um."

Lin Hao nodded, put down the wine glass in his hand, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed the silent current contained in the deep stream of the quiet sea, which sometimes intersected and resonated with the rapid waves, which felt soothing to his soul.

The fatigue and the depression of the body seemed to have been removed by this song.

But as he listened, I don’t know if Wu Yuanyuan was playing the piano too bored. She suddenly smiled and said, “Did the old man tell the story too deeply and can’t extricate himself. He even talked in his sleep and called on the woman named Gu Xiyan in the story you told.”

"story?"

Lin Hao opened his eyes slightly and nodded at Wu Yuanyuan, "If I don't even believe the story I told, how can you get involved in it?"

Wu Yuanyuan is a person in the painting world. She was born to have never come into contact with anything outside the painting world. Therefore, she could not imagine the world where spiritual practice was practiced, and she could not even immerse herself in a world where there were only monsters but no ink beasts.

So for her, no matter how true and mysterious his experience was, Wu Yuanyuan would only regard it as a story he made up.

Of course, it is precisely because of this that Lin Hao was unsuspecting and told these things to her as stories.

With a ding dong, Wu Yuanyuan suddenly pressed the strings and looked at him expectantly: "Then brother, let's continue talking. I was too sleepy before and couldn't help it..." Lin Hao looked at her. The monks in this world all used source water to practice, and this source water is actually the most essence of blood in the body of the ink beast. This blood only exists in the ink sac of the ink beast.

The monks in the painting world cannot absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, so naturally they cannot use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the essence of sun and moon to make up for themselves at all times, and they cannot achieve fasting. At least below the level of asking the Tao, all monks in the painting world need to eat and rest every day. If you want to not rest, you can also meditate and practice, but you need to absorb the power of the source of water at all times.

Therefore, if a cultivator in the painting world like Wu Yuanyuan doesn’t sleep at night, he will naturally be so distressed that he can’t help it.
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