"On the contrary, I think Wei Tianming's focus is to seal the Fluolight Branch, and we are just the targets they attack incidentally."

Muyan couldn't help but turn her gaze to this desolate Yaoguang branch.

During this time, because Di Mingjue and his junior uncle were away, fewer people came to 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 something existed in this Yaoguang Branch.

She couldn't see or touch it, but it sent chills down her spine from time to time.

Yaoguang Branch, what happened in those years to make such a large branch fall into disrepair?

…

At night, Muyan fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly I heard the sound of piano in my ears.

Weeping and complaining, desolate and angry.

But it also carries the tragic feeling of swallowing up mountains and rivers.

Muyan suddenly woke up from her sleep and asked Qihuang and Little Phoenix, "Did you hear the sound of the piano?"

Qihuang turned over lazily, "What's the sound of the piano, Jun Muyan, are you dreaming?"

Qiuqiu also shook his head in confusion, "Beautiful sister, Qiuqiu didn't hear anything!"

The sound of the piano in Muyan's ears was much quieter now, but she could still hear it if she listened carefully.

For people who are good at music, the emotions and conduct expressed in the music are the most difficult to hide.

As the saying goes, "Looking for a true friend in high mountains and flowing water" should be like this.

As Muyan listened, a vague shadow seemed to appear in front of her eyes.

He suffered a lot of trauma, was riddled with wounds, and had resentment and resentment.

But that righteousness and pride have never been wiped out.

Muyan couldn't help but get up and follow the sound.

I searched almost the entire Yaoguang Branch, but still couldn't find the source of the sound.

Moreover, Muyan always felt that the sound of the piano was getting lighter and lighter, as if it was slowly dissipating between heaven and earth.

She almost turned back disappointed.

But suddenly stopped in front of a huge cliff.

I always feel that the music heard here seems to be louder and more solid.

Muyan gently touched the cliff with her hand, and even slashed it with the Qijue Sword a few times, but she didn't feel that it was any different from an ordinary cliff.

The sound of the piano is getting weaker and weaker, as if despairing, and as if giving up everything.

Muyan felt unbearable and suddenly sat down cross-legged, and the Qijue Sword in her hand turned into the Heavenly Demon Qin.

The ten fingers move lightly, and the sound of the piano ripples.

The same weeping and complaining, but there is no mournful whine, but lingering sadness.

The same anger swallows mountains and rivers, but instead of resentment and unwillingness, it breaks through the sky.

Slowly, one light and one heavy, the two piano sounds merge together.

You nourish me and I nourish you.

You warm me, I warm you.

Mountains and rivers are so close to each other, but we know we can expect them.

As the song ends, the rising sun rises slowly in the eastern sky.

Muyan wiped the sweat from her forehead, her body and spirit were a little exhausted, but she felt indescribably refreshing.

She had never played the harp with anyone to such an extent that they had such rapport and mutual understanding.

She didn't know who this person was, whether he was a man or a woman, old or young.

But just the sound of a piano tune made her feel that this person and she were natural confidants.

Qihuang's voice suddenly came to his ears, "Jun Muyan, why are you suddenly playing the piano so late at night?"

Muyan already understood in her heart, but she still couldn't help but ask: "Did you really only hear the sound of my piano and not the other one?"
Chapter completed!