Qingzhou, Imperial Palace.

Luo Wushuang's figure appeared, wearing a cloak so that Feng Qingyao could not see his appearance.

"I'm really sorry for disturbing Senior Wuming's practice." Feng Qingyao said apologetically.

Luo Wushuang waved his hand, "What's the matter?"

"Unknown senior, recently, every time I practice, I hear someone playing the piano, but I don't see anyone playing the piano. This has been like this for half a month. I have no choice but to disturb the senior and ask the senior to help solve my doubts."

"Audio hallucination?"

"That's not necessarily true. This junior can clearly hear that someone is playing the piano. Every time, it seriously affects this junior's mind. If it weren't for this junior's strong mind, he might have fallen asleep long ago." Feng Qingyao looked solemn.

responded.

Hearing this, Luo Wushuang frowned slightly, this matter seemed not simple.

"You can practice with peace of mind. I will stay in the palace these days. If anyone wants to harm you, I will make them disappear!" Luo Wushuang said domineeringly.

"Thank you, senior!"

Feng Qingyao's heart warmed up and she was very moved.

For some reason, she felt an extremely friendly feeling from the unknown senior in front of her, and that feeling made her feel very at ease.

…

At night.

Luo Wushuang's spiritual thoughts spread out, covering the entire palace and the surrounding areas. He wanted to see who was influencing Feng Qingyao's cultivation.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, and its silver light shines down, illuminating the entire palace.

The palace is very quiet at night.

At the third watch, a hurricane suddenly struck, with wisps of evil energy lingering in the hurricane.

A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar appeared above the palace, holding a guqin in his hand.

Dressed in white, he looks like a handsome young man, gentle and elegant, like a frail scholar.

An outsider would never be able to see the demonic aura on his body, but Luo Wushuang's eyes were extraordinary, and he could see the demonic aura on the middle-aged man at a glance.

High in the sky, a middle-aged man in white is sitting cross-legged, with the guqin placed on his legs.

Then, I saw both hands playing the piano.

I just saw him playing the piano, but there was no sound coming from the piano.

"Qingyao should be talking about this guy!"

Luo Wushuang stared at the middle-aged man in white.

What puzzled him was that his heavenly eye could only see the weak demonic energy emanating from the other party, but could not see the other party's cultivation level.

He can be sure that the other party's cultivation level is unfathomable.

After Luo Wushuang hesitated for a while, he finally flew into the sky and stood in front of the middle-aged man in white.

The middle-aged man in white closed his eyes and played the music selflessly, as if he didn't notice Luo Wushuang's arrival.

"Who is your Excellency? Why do you use the sound of the piano to influence people's minds?" Luo Wushuang asked.

The middle-aged man in white clothes did not open his eyes and said with a smile: "I am helping her. I will take her into a wonderful dream, escape from the world and sink into it. Isn't this a good thing?"

"She doesn't need it! No matter what kind of devil you are, I advise you to leave immediately!" Luo Wushuang said coldly.

Um?

Hearing Luo Wushuang's words, the middle-aged man in white couldn't help but open his eyes, seeming a little surprised.

The demonic energy on his body has been well hidden, and logically no one can detect it, but he didn't expect that Luo Wushuang in front of him could detect it.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

This made the middle-aged man in white immediately look at Luo Wushuang with admiration.

The middle-aged man in white tried to see Luo Wushuang's cultivation and aura, but to his surprise, he couldn't see through it at all.

It is even more impossible to see the aura on Luo Wushuang's body, and it is impossible to judge whether Luo Wushuang is a human, a god, or a demon.

This surprised the middle-aged man in white.

"I'm Qinyou, do you know your surname?" the middle-aged man in white tried to ask.

"nameless."

Qin You laughed dryly, looked at Luo Wushuang and said, "It would have been better if Brother Wuming had come earlier."

"What does this mean?" Luo Wushuang asked with a frown.

"Feng Qingyao has entered the dreamland. She will not wake up unless she wakes up from the dream. However, the dreams I create are what everyone longs for deep in their hearts. As long as they enter it, no one will want to wake up.

." Qinyou said.

"What?!" Luo Wushuang grabbed Qinyou by the collar, "Bring Qingyao out of the dream immediately!"

Qinyou spread her hands helplessly, "I am just a creator of dreams. I have no ability to end dreams. No external force can interfere with dreams. If she wants to get out of dreams, she can only rely on herself."


Chapter completed!