not bound

The body of the piano is fast and depressing, sticking like a spider's thread, tightly entwining Xue Zangxue's thoughts.Xue Zangxue's mind once again flashed the faces he had seen for so many years, one after another frequently flashed, and he didn't know why he could remember them so clearly.

His memory is like a thief broke in and looted all the good things. After rummaging through the boxes, all the dilapidated things were revealed. All kinds of people and things came one after another, impacting his soul.He looks at himself, looks at others, and relives everything in the past 20 years.I seem to be standing naked in front of everyone, without any secrets.

Xue Suyi's face was covered with blood in the enemy camp of Shuo Kingdom. He opened his hands to protect the girl, his eyes were extremely firm, and he yelled at him with anxiety that he had never felt before, let him go, I will stay, I want you If you want to kill, you have to listen to it!Then he turned around in high spirits and smiled at Shuo Guo, saying that within ten years, I will come back for the appointment and be at your disposal.

Countless so-called righteous people are waiting to fall into the trap step by step. Their eyes are terrifying, with covetousness, disgust, and hatred.They wanted Suiqiong but were afraid of themselves, a murderous lunatic, those cruel expressions that wished to kill themselves and then quickly fell into their dreams in those few years.

The white-haired old man in the hometown was obviously talking and laughing with him, but at the last moment of his death, he forced himself to swear that he would not succeed, and he even jumped at him, with a look full of malice and unwillingness, he wanted to bite off a piece of himself The hideousness of the flesh.

When the people in the valley looked at the indifferent face they put on when they were ineffective, the elder said with an indifferent smile, "How can I feel relieved just by leaving."

The dusk in the rain where the Chonghua flowers fell, the person surrounded by golden light, the cold sword, the back view of leaving cruelly.

There was even the flustered look in the eyes of the little monk who told his fate.

After so many years, he finally realized his true inner thoughts in this dream.He hated, hated these so-called close people for abandoning him one by one, hated this fate that caused him to be in danger and died countless times, hated God for causing his flesh and soul to suffer the most painful separation!

One cloud after another seemed to be drawn out, and the blackness spread to his eight meridians, covering the sky and covering the sky, and nausea arose in his heart.

He knew that the disgust at this time was not the despair of people, but just the person who played the piano.He used foolish means to stir up the fury of dark emotions deep within him.

The sound of the piano is sobbing more and more, I am afraid that the luthier has not been able to support it for a long time.

Xue Zangxue turned his back and stopped looking at his embarrassed self. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes suddenly.

As he approached step by step, the powerful anger made him surge unconsciously, his clothes fluttered, and his long hair flew up.

At this moment, the bloodthirsty desire three years ago was gradually aroused.

He wanted to kill this person, death was the best relief for him as well as for himself.

At this moment, the sound of Qixian Wanzhao changed again, it had nothing to do with Hua Lingyu's playing technique, it was the tense feeling that the piano felt unconsciously from the powerful oppression.

Xue Zangxue shivered, withdrew his true energy, stood in front of Hua Lingyu who was immersed in the song, and leaned over, stroking the seven-string evening photo with his hand.

"You can feel me too?" Xue Zangxue said softly.

Hua Lingyu is much stronger than three years ago. Even though he feels that he has become very powerful in the past few years, he still easily enters the illusion together with his weaving dreams, one after another, even because he has accumulated a lot of thoughts over the years. Obstacles, even more out of control.

The title of this song is Jiechen, and he did it.But the price of unblocking is too heavy, and Hua Lingyu's state is obviously a precursor to being possessed.It seems that the truth is not far from what I guessed, no one betrayed him, it was his inner demon that made him regard the person who saved him as an enemy.Hua Wanzhao wanted to arrest him and Dai Xing wanted to put him in a coma, they just wanted to take him home.

"Okay, let me see you off." Xue Zangxue sighed.

There was a sound of breaking through the air outside the window, and a sword entered through the window, and was directly held by Xue Zangxue's hand.

Qixian Wanzhao uttered its final wail, and those who heard it were moved.

Suddenly the temperature dropped sharply, only to hear the long sword unsheathed, the sound of gold and wood cracking, and the whole hall was silent.

Consonance Weapons Ranking No.14, Qixian Evening Photo, Broken.

Hua Lingyu spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, her face was like gold paper.

The appearance as thin as a gossamer made Xue Zangxue feel helpless that this person really wasted a good Yanshuang Bingdilian, and it was better to carve up with Mo Zelan at that time.

After a long time, a low-pitched laughter slowly sounded.

"Don't kill me, but chop my qin. Compared with the method of only breaking the strings of the qin, you really are not as good as before."

Xue Zangxue put away the sword, the sword was handed to him by Xue Suyi when he was pushed out the door.

"Broken strings can't stop you from being enchanted. Qixian Wanzhao couldn't save you, so she asked me for help. It would rather be destroyed than save your life."

"I haven't seen you for a few years. Why did you become so naive and say that this piano wants to save me?" He smiled contemptuously, not knowing whether it was for Xue Zangxue, himself, or Qixian Wanzhao.

Normally, Xue Zangxue will definitely say that this is indeed a joke I made with you, and no matter how bad it is, he will just walk away, saying that you don't believe it.

But at this moment, looking at his disheveled hair, lifeless eyes, almost unbearable smile, and those basically useless hands, he inadvertently felt compassion.

Bewitched, I used to be like this too.

"Do you know Xue Jian? A piano player."

"what?"

Hua Lingyu was stunned suddenly, what kind of question is this?Speaking of Xue Jian, who in the mainland does not know the temperament?A legendary qin player, his "Qinjue" is a must-read book for qin learners.

Hua Lingyu has been learning the piano since he was a child, and he is now considered a famous lyre master in the Lingxi Continent. Xue Zangxue asking Hua Lingyu this question is like asking a martial artist if he knows about weapons such as swords, and "a player who plays the piano", why? It sounds a little insulting.

Xue Zangxue looked at him expressionlessly, with sarcasm in his eyes, as if he was laughing at him, you, a luthier, don't know this?

Hua Lingyu gritted her teeth and recited the book she had read since she was a child: "Xue Jian, the piano master, plays the piano, develops the sound, and knows the heart of the piano. He takes pleasure in lecturing the piano, and he can learn the style, capture the soul, distinguish joy and anger, Pleasant in emotion and thought, quiet in mind, bold in courage, free from worldly customs, and free from ghosts and gods."

While talking, Hua Lingyu felt something was wrong, her voice gradually lowered, and she stared at Xue Zangxue intently.

"So you understand the sound? Can you see Qin Xin?"

Xue Zangxue did not answer this question, but continued to ask: "Where is Xue Bingzhu? Have you heard of it? A sword watcher."

One, look at the sword.

Hearing him talk about these legendary figures so casually, Hua Lingyu, who had been well-educated since childhood, was slightly angry, but his thinking was completely taken away by Xue Zangxue at the moment, and he had already begun to think about the answer the moment the question came out.

There are two great families of commentators in the world, the Yan family of Shiyuan, and the Xue family of Chi Country.Nowadays, no one in the Xue family can judge weapons, but Xue Bingzhu, the ancestor, is known as the number one sword judge of consonance. For thousands of years, he still exists like a myth, and no one can hide his edge.

"Bingzhu, an appraiser, understands the spirit of weapons in the world."

As soon as he blurted out, Hua Lingyu paused, he remembered the sword cry of Suiqiong's recognition of the master, and also remembered the weeping of Qixian Wanzhao just now.His lifeless eyes gradually became bloodshot and became more and more complicated.

Xue Jian, Xue Bingzhu, Dr. Xue.This is probably no coincidence.

Xue Zangxue didn't say anything, just stared out the window.

In fact, he was a little bit emotional. The Xue family had actually existed since ancient times. Although they had been displaced for thousands of years, all those who survived were talents.In addition to Xue Bingzhu and Xue Jian, there are actually many Xue family members with abilities that can shock the world, wandering or hiding in the vast crowd, unwilling to be known.

It's a pity that Xue Jian's music is broken here for Xue Zangxue, who is tone-deaf, so Xue Bingzhu is strong enough to pass on the ability to communicate with the spirit of the weapon to Xue Zangxue after so many generations, so that he can be here. In the ever-changing rivers and lakes, sensing many dangers in advance and escaping in time can be regarded as the blessing of the ancestors.

At this time, Xue Zangxue had no anger, not even pity, and his heart was a little empty, and he didn't know if it was the sequelae of the song just now, or other reasons.

"You're not alone. It's always there for you, loves you, and you don't feel it, so sad."

He returned the sentence intact, let out a long breath, and the dust in his heart was settled.

Turning around and no longer caring about Hua Lingyu who was stunned on the ground, Xue Zangxue tidied up his clothes, touched the corners of his eyes that were no longer wet, and strode forward without any problem.

Xue Zangxue opened the door to go out, but a group of people blocked the door.He glanced over, from left to right were Yun Po who had just arrived at the yamen, Xue Suyi who was expressionless but anxious, Mo Zelan who was smiling, Boss Fu who was full of admiration, and Mrs. A Bu who said Xue Zangxue will win on his face.

This group of people is really interesting. After all, I'm not alone.

Unable to restrain the corners of his mouth, some of the ice in his eyes melted and flowed out gently.

Although his face was a little pale, everyone heaved a sigh of relief with this smile.

Xue Suyi was the first to step forward to support her, and habitually put her hands on Xue Zangxue's wrists. When she found that Xue Zangxue's breathing was a little messy, she dragged him and walked out.

"I just said, Lao Xue is the best in the world, this kid thinks he is great if he can play the piano." A Bu looked at Boss Fu proudly.

"Sure, it's unreasonable that the doctor can't beat the wounded." Boss F raised his head, as proud as he had just captured a villain.

In contrast, Yun Po's surprise and Mo Zelan's eyes of "I discovered your little secret again" made Xue Zangxue frown a little.Yun Po is easy to guess, he must be doubting his identity, and Mo Zelan...

What the hell are you going to do!

"My son has no face?" As expected, Mo Zelan walked up to him, put his arm around his shoulders and asked in a low voice, looking like two good brothers.

"Do you think it looks like it?" Xue Zangxue kept a distance from Mo Zelan calmly, unfolding his complicated and gorgeous clothes.

Sure enough, the Dr. Xue in front of him could not be connected with the legendary cold-blooded Shura who killed people without blinking an eye, but what about the man who fought bloody nights and killed fierce beasts at every turn?

Not necessarily.

"How did you deal with him?"

"It's nothing, just cut off his Qin with my Broken Joan Sword while it's not in use, like this."

He pretended to draw his sword, but was snatched by Xue Suyi.

Taking a closer look, where is the Broken Qiong Sword? In fact, it is a dagger used by ordinary women for self-defense.Those who know the goods can also see that the animal pattern above is the most common picture of the roaring tiger in Shuo Kingdom.

Xue Zangxue sneered: "Don't worry, your token of love is solid and not broken."

Xue Suyi glared at Xue Zangxue.

Everyone shifted their target to make fun of the blushing Xue Suyi.

Only Mo Zelan still looked at Xue Zangxue, and glanced at the people next to him, but no one paid attention to this side: "Axue turned out to be so powerful with swordsmanship, it's really amazing, a small short sword can cut weapon spectrum No.14 The evening photo of Qixian."

Xue Zangxue was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his hands and smiled, "Where is it, don't dare, don't dare, thank you, thank you."

Smile with arrogance in pride, perfunctory in humility, and hypocrisy in shyness.It was obviously a fake smile that couldn't be more fake, but it looked like it was real, so Mo Zelan didn't know how to respond to him for a while.

Xue Zangxue turned his back with a dry smile.

Alas, can I still drink well in the future?

Thinking of this, Xue Zangxue still felt a little regretful.

"Doctor Xue go slowly!" Yun Po called to stop Xue Zangxue, "What about the man inside?"

Xue Zangxue turned her head and looked back at the door with disdain. The voice was not too loud, it didn't seem like it was intentional, but it just happened to be heard by the people inside.

"You are the doctor of my agarwood pharmacy, and you have nothing to do to solve your yamen's problems? Who cares about this kind of person who doesn't love himself and doesn't know how to love."

After finishing speaking, he walked out the door, took a jug of freshly hot wine, and walked away, not looking at the group of people standing at the door who didn't think they had too much to do.Xue Suyi obediently followed behind, like a simple shadow.

There was a light in Mo Zelan's eyes, with a thoughtful look on his face, if he wanted to treat someone, he just said it, he had to make people lose face and come to the door to make an apology before he was cured. is you.

Then he touched his chin and found that the beard was very thorny, thinking about whether he should not have a beard.

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Note:

Regarding the section of "Qin Jue", the original sentence comes from Xue Yi's "Qin Jue". Absolutely unconventional, able to detect ghosts and gods, this piano is also a good one.

Dark Clouds - Sara