The sound of the piano

Reminiscences flashed through Wang Lin's mind. This process was relatively long. Wang Lin sat in the yard, slowly groping, slowing down every experience of successfully refining the killing energy in his mind, looking for the same opportunity.

After a long time, Wang Lin sighed inwardly that after careful consideration, he had almost no similarity, as if he had obtained it by chance and had no necessity.

"If it was said that... it was a bit strange when I killed Sima Yan that day... At that time, I took action with anger and actually refined a killing aura..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, but immediately dimmed again.

"But this doesn't make sense. After all, there were no fluctuations in the mood when refining the killing aura before, and there were several killing auras that were refined from the demon soldiers. It is impossible to know which demon soldiers it is."

Wang Lin pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. His brows gradually frowned.

"This Killing Immortal Art is one of the key points of my trip to the land of demon spirits. The purpose of learning this magical power back then was to resist Tuosen. Tuosen is so powerful that he can only resist with a large amount of life marks... Now I have the Blood Soul Pill. With these two cooperation, I can save my life, but the Blood Soul Pill is limited after all, and my focus is still this Killing Immortal Art!"

Wang Lin was silent. He had been practicing this Killing Immortal Art for several years. Refining the first killing energy means that this technique is small, but if it is great, it is too difficult.

"I always feel that there is a mystery in this killing aura, but unfortunately I control too little to test it." Wang Lin raised his right hand and five gray gases rotated rapidly in the gap between his fingers.

"There are only five paths... Even if the one on Yao Xixue's body is only six paths!"

Wang Lin sighed lightly. He could not figure out the magic of killing the immortal technique, but it was quite puzzling about how the killing aura came out.

He came up with many reasons, but each reason was only the only one and had no common meaning.

"It seems that I need a lot of attempts and deductions to have the opportunity to understand the mystery of the Immortal Killing Art!" A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and a murderous intent emerged in his eyes.

He pondered for a moment, his spiritual sense immediately dispersed, swept around, and found two soldiers responsible for his daily life outside the yard behind the rockery.

The two of them were afraid of Wang Lin's magical powers from their hearts and did not dare to approach them, but the commander had to obey the order, so they guarded outside the yard and did not allow anyone to enter and disturb him.

Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness swept past the two soldiers, and a divine thought came out.

After a while, the two soldiers walked in from outside the yard, stopped three feet away in front of Wang Lin, and said respectfully in unison: "See the King General!"

"I want to go out, you two will lead the way!" Wang Lin said calmly.

The two were stunned and quickly said yes.

Wang Lin sent his body forward, then stepped out several feet and walked out. The two soldiers immediately followed closely. One of them hesitated for a moment and asked respectfully: "General Wang, do you need to prepare a war horse?"

"No!" Wang Lin swiftly, he walked around the rockery and left the yard.

A group of three people left the Mo Mansion, and Wang Lin walked in front. Where the Mo Mansion was located was the east corner of Hongcheng, which was relatively quiet. He walked forward casually and walked around.

Wang Lin was not walking fast. While he was walking, he looked around. Gradually, after passing through the east corner, he came to the central street of Hongcheng. It was close to the river, with many pedestrians and shops on the side, which was quite lively.

The sound of rushing sounds slowly came into my ears. The pedestrians passing by were men and women. The demonic land was dressed more openly, especially those women, who were even more brightly dressed, revealing most of their skin, which looked quite pleasing to the eye.

Everything in front of him made Wang Lin feel relaxed for many days. He walked slowly, like a mortal, and the immortal power in his body unknowingly disappeared, like a river that was flowing slowly withered.

Along the way, Wang Lin sometimes stopped outside some shops, looked around, entered, or left, but the time for each stay was very short.

He was like a passerby, walking slowly in this foreign land.

Wang Lin's appearance is not handsome, but as he practices, he has a unique temperament. In this way, among the pedestrians around him, some more open women, sometimes intersecting and turning their eyes on Wang Lin.

Wang Lin, dressed in white, looked from a distance and seemed to be powerless. He was like a scholar. As for the two soldiers who were always following him, they were typical guards in the eyes of everyone.

However, there was always a completely different aura on Wang Lin's body, which made him unable to truly integrate into this place. In this way, his figure had a trace of decline and faintly scattered.

Sometimes there were a pair of men and women talking and laughing by, with a very intimate expression. Compared with them, Wang Lin's figure was a lonely person...

He walked among the crowd, and the noise around him looked like another world, a pair of men and women, like another time and space, everything in front of him was not familiar or connected with him.

A trace of indescribable mood arose in Wang Lin's heart. He sighed softly. This street is still long, but he didn't want to go on.

It was getting late, and when it was about to turn around and leave, a sound of piano came from his ears. The sound of piano was very light, as light as the trace of sadness contained in it... This faint sadness and light piano sound were strangely in line with Wang Lin's mood at this moment. His steps of leaving stopped.

Looking for Qinyin, Wang Lin walked slowly. On the side of the street not far away, there was a long and light river. This river surrounds Hongcheng and is one of the inland rivers of Tianyao City.

There are several pleasure boats on the river, and the sound of the piano comes from one of them.

Wang Lin stood quietly by the river, listening to the sound of the piano, and with his eyesight, he could see at a glance that a woman was playing the piano on the pleasure boat...

The woman only showed her back...

This back, like her piano sound, reveals a faint sadness and loneliness. Not far away in front of her, were sitting several young people laughing and drinking at each other. The laughter, in the piano sound, was so disagreeable and so out of place...

Wang Lin looked at the pleasure boat quietly, and the sound of the piano fell into his ears. He slowly savored it and slowly found a familiar feeling. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the peaceful valley on the Suzaku Star... the home of him and Li Muwan...

During that ordinary day, Wan'er's piano sound was always accompanied by Wang Lin.

There was also a faint sadness in Wan'er's piano sound. Wang Lin could hear it at that time, but he didn't understand it very much. The sadness in the piano sound was too empty and too ethereal.

After Wan'er left, Wang Lin never heard the same piano sound again. Today, here, when he heard the piano sound, his sadness slowly emerged.

Before Li Muwan left, Wang Lin's feelings for her were always moved and responsible for waiting for hundreds of years. This is not love...

But after Wan'er left, Wang Lin's life always appeared again and again, scenes with Li Muwan appeared. Every time at this time, his heart would hurt, as if he had walked into the sad forest.

In the forest, the sleeping emotions slowly woke up.

The bitter sorrow and blue wounds were like a cup of bitter water. In Wang Lin's heart, there were indelible ripples. He always remembered the panicked eyes when he first met Wan's childhood...

The sound of the piano was heard. It was obvious that it was fake, but Wang Lin still seemed to be able to feel it. Wan'er, in this sound of the piano, walked towards him step by step from nothingness, leaning in his arms...

Just like in the valley of that year, in the sunset, he sat with Li Muwan, quietly watching the sunset... waiting for the sunrise...

I always want to have it after losing it, and I always want to look back when I am parting.

In the years when Wan'er left, looking back and remembering each other made Li Muwan's figure become stronger and heavier in Wang Lin's heart, engraved in his heart, becoming an endless eternity...

As the sky gradually became late, before the night was about to come, a starlight appeared in the sky. There were too many unimaginable places in this demonic spirit. For example, where this starlight, such as the moonlight, it was no longer important. What was important was that in this starlight, with the sound of the piano, Wang Lin touched his dusty memory.

The stars in the sky were reflected in Wang Lin's eyes, accompanied by the sound of the piano gradually fading away in his ears, turning into a thread of thought, which condensed in his heart. This thought was called loneliness, and it would not dissipate for a long time in his heart.

The sound of the piano in his ears became lighter and lighter. Wang Lin raised his right hand and touched his eyebrows, as if he had touched Li Muwan in the Tiannizhu. He murmured softly: "Wan'er, we will meet again... This is my promise to you..."

As the pleasure boat passed away, the woman's back slowly disappeared.

As the woman was about to disappear completely, she seemed to have some investigation, turned around gently, and looked at the river in the distance. In her eyes, there was actually darkness, without any light, but in this darkness, she seemed to have seen a back, slowly moving away lonelyly.

On the pleasure boat, the woman sighed softly, and her green hands tweaked the strings of the piano. A sad sound echoed on both sides of the river again... The lights on the pleasure boat were brightly lit, but in her eyes, it was always black, whether it was day or night.

In this black, she was playing the strings of the piano with her jade hands, and the laughter and joy in the pleasure boat in her ears seemed to have just come, and the sound of her piano was opened and turned into pieces.

She sat at the bow of the boat, with no light in her eyes, but at this moment she was like a lotus, in the mud, untainted, blooming alone... But no one can understand this bloom and no one cares about it.
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