Qi Wuhuo played the piano with his fingers.

His piano sound gradually entered a better state after getting to know the mountain god Qiongyu from his dream.

Then after experiencing decades of ups and downs in the dream, I learned from the Li family that it is like a dream but not a dream. I went further in the level. The sound of the piano seemed to contain the lifelong insights of the unconfused master in the dream.

It resonates in the heart. Young people are full of energy when they see the world's emotions fluctuate, and elderly people are touching their true hearts when they see the ups and downs of the world.

Now, even these ghosts that were refined by the "The Legend of the Death of the Nine Nethers of Spiritual Treasures" are faintly touched.

The madness seemed a little weaker.

But that's all.

In the courtyard, the yin energy is still flowing, the yin wind is gusts and the sun cannot penetrate. The breath of those controlled ghosts is fluctuating. Qi Wuhuo looked at it with his soul and could vaguely see the struggle on their faces.

But no matter how Qi Wuhuo plays the piano or how wholehearted they are, they cannot calm their minds.

The boy pursed his lips and still played the piano meticulously.

The old man sneered and shook his head.

He was unintentional before, but he was able to do supernatural powers.

Now that I am more attentive, it seems useless.

He smiled and said, "Don't be so tight. It's difficult for a tight person to write well. How can he play the piano?"

"The piano is the voice of the heart."

"The heart is nature and God."

"When playing the piano, you have to participate in the soul. This is a natural thing. If you deliberately use the soul, you will lose the wonderful things."

"No confusion, pay attention."

"The mind is stable, the energy and spirit are united, let it be natural without guidance."

"It is the so-called [if you keep it, you don't use it diligently]."

"The so-called zither sound and the so-called supernatural powers are nothing more than that."

Qi Wuhuo originally thought in his mind that he must transform these ghosts, and his body was subconsciously tense. The old man's words were gentle, but he gradually stopped being so persistent. He pressed his fingers on the strings, and the movement of the piano naturally turned a little more graceful.

, his mind slowly became refreshed, and he suddenly asked, "Does my father-in-law understand the piano?"

"Qin? I don't understand."

The old man smiled and replied, "What I say."

"It's the Tao."

Qi Wuhuo agreed with a smile, and when he was playing the piano, he followed the old man's instructions. Sometimes there were any mistakes and omissions, so the old man would tell him casually, but the instructions were not the kind that was played incorrectly on the piano score, but whether

In line with the heart, in line with God.

Gradually, Qi Wuhuo's piano sound was no longer bound by the piano score, but became more and more calm.

The old man said that he didn't understand the piano, but under his guidance, Qi Wuhuo felt that he was smoother.

A dream of a yellow beam in seventy years, three thousand piano scores and ten directions of music theory.

Now it gathers into one.

Only by observing thousands of swords can you recognize the instrument, and then you can practice thousands of songs can you realize the sound.

Qi Wuhuo's expression was gentle and quiet.

The sound of the piano went away, and the resentment and madness on the faces of the ghosts gradually dissipated, and the wind gradually subsided, and they reappeared in their original appearance, either a young woman with delicate eyebrows and string marks on her neck; or

The burly young man had traces of piercing swords on his body, and there was even one, and he had no head left, leaving only his headless body.

Qi Wuhuo pressed his palm on the strings, and the sound of the piano gradually stopped, leaving only a little afterglow.

"This is……"

Qinyin dispels the resentment from these ghosts and ghosts, gradually returning to normal.

But these tragic situations still made Qi Wuhuo raise his eyes slightly.

The old man who was cooking tea shook his head and said, "It seems that they are all souls that are vain. I wonder how many of them took the gold of the evil cultivator and were then assassinated by him with magic."

After restoring consciousness.

The pretty girl suddenly became dull and confused, and said, "I, how could I be here?"

"Mom...whether of my mother?"

She looked around in panic and said hurriedly:

"That kind-hearted Taoist priest clearly gave me three taels of gold. My mother's illness was saved, but why am I here?"

"I have to find someone to treat my mother!"

"Where is my gold?"

"Where is gold?!"

She looked for her body in panic, looking for her anxious expression, her originally pale and transparent face appeared with a hint of anxiety, and tears appeared in her eyes.

!!!

Qi Wuhuo's hand holding the strings suddenly became heavier.

In just a few words, he already knew why this girl appeared in the ranks of ghosts driven by Dan Tai Xuan.

"I put a spell on the gold... Is it a spell that made her commit suicide..."

The girl's soul looked around and looked at Qi Wuhuo, the person [the only visible] in her eyes, bit her lower lip and asked:

"Sir, do you know where my money is?"

"Please, please."

"That's my mother's life-saving money. Please, can you return it to me?"

When she was anxious, she seemed to be a little speechless and knelt on the ground.

Qi Wuhuo stood up to avoid it and reached out to support him.

But the palm of his hand penetrated through the hand of the girl who was a few years older than him.

Qi Wuhuo paused and said:

"That Taoist... gave you gold?"

The girl bit her lower lip:

"I've been with him for one night."

The boy in blue closed his eyes, leaned over, activated his soul, and helped the girl up.

Gentle and clean palms.

It made the girl feel a rare warmth.

But he finally took a step back, lowered his hands, looked at the girl, with compassion and gentleness in his eyes, and said:

"But, you're dead..."

!!!

These words seemed to have a mysterious magic power. The girl was stunned. The forgotten memory was reappeared because of the pain of being tempered by magical powers. She took a few steps back, looking extremely painful, and her body shook.

He shook, collapsed on the ground, covered his face and started crying:

"Mom..."

"My mother's illness..."

Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips and looked around and saw those 'people's' who were gradually recovering their memories. Some of them took a escort from Taoist priests and were stained with the sneaky aura; some of them were masters who sold breakfast in the morning and saw that

The Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe was lonely and gave him three steamed buns and a bowl of water; some were doctors, some were farmers...

Qi Wuhuo listened to their experience.

The old man's eyes were gentle, and he looked at the boy calmly behind him.

Didn't help immediately.

It depends on how he deals with himself.

[See life and death].

"Sir, can you see us, can you help us...we really have no choice?"

"Yes, yes, you have such mana."

"Can you help us?! Just treat it as pitiful!"

"I have a wife, children, and children at home..."

Qi Wuhuo was silent, bowed and refused to say:

"I don't have such supernatural powers, and I can't do such things..."
To be continued...