Qi Wuhuo played the piano with his fingers.

His piano music gradually reached a superior level after he met the mountain god Qiongyu in a dream.

After experiencing decades of ups and downs in the dream, I learned at the Li family that the dream seemed to be a dream but was not a dream, and I went a step further. The sound of the piano seemed to contain the life insights of Master Wu Huo in the dream, and I could

It resonates in people's hearts. The young people see the high spirits, the old people see the ups and downs of the world, and touch their true hearts.

Now, even these ghost souls that were reversely used and refined by the "Lingbao Nine Netherworlds Long Night Rises the Corpse to Save Death Mysterious Chapter" have been faintly touched.

Originally the madness seemed to be a little weaker.

But that's all.

In the courtyard, the yin energy was still circulating, and the yin winds gusted, and the sunlight could not penetrate. The auras of the controlled ghosts were fluctuating. Qi Wuhuo looked at them with his soul, and could faintly see the struggle on their faces.

However, no matter how much Qi Wuhuo played the piano and how wholeheartedly he played, he could not calm their mood.

The young man pursed his lips and continued to play the piano meticulously.

The old man chuckled and shook his head.

I had no intention before, but I could do magical powers.

Now I am working harder and harder, but it seems to be of no use.

Fu Xu smiled and said: "Don't be so tense. It's difficult for people who are tense to write well. How can they play the piano?"

"The piano is the voice of the heart."

"Heart, nature, and spirit."

"When playing the piano, the soul is involved. This is a natural thing. If you deliberately use the soul, you will lose the beauty."

"Wu Huo, pay attention."

"The mind is stable, the Qi and the spirit are in harmony, let it happen naturally without any guidance."

"It's the so-called [If it is kept, it will be used if it is not used diligently]."

"The so-called piano sounds 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 subconsciously tensed up. The old man's words were gentle, but he gradually became less persistent. He pressed his fingers on the strings, and the sound of the piano naturally softened a bit.

, his mind gradually became more relaxed, and he suddenly asked: "Does my father also know how to play the piano?"

"Qin? I don't understand."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled and replied: "That's what I said."

"Tao."

Qi Wuhuo smiled and agreed. When playing the piano, he followed the old man's instructions. Occasionally, if there were any mistakes or omissions, the old man would tell them casually. However, every time the instructions were not about the wrong playing on the score, but about whether it was wrong.

In line with the heart, in line with God.

Gradually, Qi Wuhuo's music was no longer rigidly based on the music score, but became more and more calm.

The old man said that he didn't know how to play the piano, but under his guidance, Qi Wuhuo felt that he was playing more smoothly.

Seventy years ago, Huang Liang had a dream. There were three thousand musical scores and ten directions of music theory.

Now they are gathered into one.

Observe a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon; play a thousand tunes and then know the sound.

Qi Wuhuo's expression was gentle and peaceful.

As the sound of the piano faded away, the resentment and madness on the faces of the ghosts gradually dissipated, and the evil wind gradually subsided, and they reappeared in their original appearance, either as young women with delicate features and rope marks on their necks;

The burly young men had marks of being pierced by swords on their bodies, and one even had his own head missing, leaving only a headless body.

Qi Wuhuo pressed his palms on the strings, and the sound gradually stopped, leaving only a slight aftertaste.

"This is……"

The sound of the piano dissipated the resentment of these ghosts and ghosts, allowing them to gradually return to normal.

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

The old man who was making tea shook his head and said: "It seems that they are all souls who died in vain. I don't know how many of them received the gold from the evil cultivator and were assassinated by his magic."

After regaining consciousness.

The pretty girl suddenly became stunned and said, "Why, why am I here?"

"Mom... where is my mother?"

She looked around in panic and said hurriedly:

"That kind-hearted Taoist priest obviously gave me three taels of gold and my mother's illness was cured, but why am I here?"

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

"Where's my gold?"

"Where's the gold?!"

She searched for it on her body in panic, her expression anxious, a trace of anxiety appeared on her originally pale and transparent face, and tears appeared in her eyes.

!!!

Qi Wuhuo's hand pressing the strings suddenly became heavy.

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

"A bewitching spell was cast on the gold...did she commit suicide..."

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

"Little 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 in a hurry, she seemed to be a bit arrogant and suddenly fell to her knees on the ground.

Qi Wuhuo stood up to avoid it and stretched out his hand to help him.

But the palm of his hand penetrated through the hand of the girl who was not much older than him.

Qi Wuhuo paused and said:

"The Taoist priest...gave you gold?"

The girl bit her lower lip:

"I stayed with him all night."

The young man in blue shirt closed his eyes, leaned down, and used his soul to help the girl up.

Keep your palms gentle and clean.

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 are already dead..."

!!!

These words seemed to have a mysterious magic power. The girl was stunned. The forgotten memory due to the pain of being tempered by magical powers resurfaced again. She took a few steps back, her expression was extremely painful, and her body was shaking.

He staggered, collapsed on the ground, covered his face and cried:

"Mother..."

"My mother's illness..."

Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips and looked around, seeing those people who were gradually recovering their memories. Some were escorts who had taken a trip from the Taoist priest and were infected with the sneaky aura; some were the masters who sold breakfast in the morning. When they saw that

The Taoist priest in a shabby 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 experiences.

The old man had gentle eyes and looked at the young man calmly from behind.

Didn't help immediately.

See how he handles himself.

【See life and death】.

"Little sir, can you see us, can you help us...are we really helpless?"

"Yes, yes, you have such power."

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

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

Qi Wuhuo remained silent, held up his hands, and refused:

"I don't have such magical powers, I can't do such a thing..."
To be continued...