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 dreams, I learned at the Li family that dreams are like dreams but not dreams, 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 Rising 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 hard 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, so 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."
"Wuyu, 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 persists, it won't be used diligently]."
"The so-called piano sounds and the so-called magical 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.
, my mind gradually became more relaxed, and 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. But every time the instructions were not about the wrong playing on the piano score, but whether it was wrong or not.
In line with the heart, in line with God.
Gradually, Qi Wuhuo's music no longer stuck to 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, there was a dream, and 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 looked 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 with 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.
However, 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 him with 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, 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 fell to her knees on the ground.
Qi Wuhuo stood up to avoid it and stretched out his hand to help.
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 boy 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 that 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. 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 from Taoist priests and were infected with the sneaky aura; some were chefs who sold breakfast in the morning. When they saw that
The Taoist priest in a worn-out robe was lonely and gave him three steamed buns and a bowl of water; some were doctors and 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.
Let’s 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..."
Many innocent souls are lost.
The young man thought for a while, then walked back to the house, took out a pen and paper, and said in a gentle voice: "But if you have any unfulfilled wishes or messages that you want me to give to your family, please tell me...
I don’t have that much magic power, but I can still deliver a message.”
The escort was silent for a moment, smiled freely, and clasped his fists like a charlatan:
"Then please ask this young gentleman to tell my wife that I have accumulated money and put it under the masonry of the wall. In the past, I was worried that the unscrupulous man would be too arrogant, so I hid it. I planned to marry her after my son got married.
The two of them went back to their hometown in the countryside, bought a small yard with a vegetable garden, raised some chickens and ducks, and grew old together. It seems that they can't do it."
The vendor pushing a cart selling some breakfast said with emotion:
"I have nothing more to say, I just want my son not to be greedy for petty gains."
"Fair trade, you can rely on this craft to support your family in the future."
Finally, the girl bowed a few more times and choked with sobs:
"If Mr. Xiao can go to Zhongzhou Fucheng in the future, please go to Shuili Township under the jurisdiction of Fucheng to see my mother..."
"Said my daughter is unfilial... I can't see her again."
The young man sat next to the stone table playing the piano and put down his pen.
These words fill a whole piece of paper.
It turns out that a person's life and death are just a line of text and a trace of ink.
Qi Wuhuo stood up, cupped his hands, and said softly:
"Your wishes, I..."
He seemed to feel that saying the word "I" was not solemn enough to gain enough trust from these people.
The old man seemed to cough.
The boy in blue shirt was silent for a moment, cupped his hands, and replied softly:
"Your wishes."
"I'm a poor man, so I'll do it."
PS: If it persists, it will not be used diligently - Tao Te Ching·Part 6