The location of the piano demon's residence is very special. It is on the edge of a mountain cliff. Lin Mo can already see a figure in the distance sitting cross-legged. The sound of the piano sounds like water, sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes as fast as a waterfall, and sometimes like a waterfall.
It is as clear and crisp as pearls falling on a jade plate, and sometimes it is as low as a whisper. This is a kind of clean piano sound that carries people's soul to the sky, unrestrained.
Lin Mo felt as if his heart had been purified, and unknowingly he had walked in front of the piano demon. After the song ended, the piano demon gently put the black lyre in his arms aside, and stood up with eyes.
He looked at Lin Mo clearly.
Only then did Lin Mo have the opportunity to see Qin Mo's face clearly. He had a pair of handsome eyes with distinct features, his nose was like a jade pillar, his mouth was like an elixir, and his big ears were pointing towards his chest. The most eye-catching thing was not his outstanding appearance, but his whole body.
Both hands, fingers like onion roots,
Delicate and smooth, the fingers are long, and the knuckles are clear and strong. These are the most beautiful hands he has ever seen. Even the extremely young Li Xianxue and the charming Ye Wanying are far different from the piano demon in front of them.
Far.
Looking at the man in front of him who was full of amorous temperament and whose eyes were as clear as gemstones, it was hard to imagine that his name was devil. After Lin Mo bowed respectfully, he took out the white jade silk from the space equipment and said: "
I'm here in Lin Mo, here to evaluate the next leader of Weiwo Dao Palace."
The Qin Demon took the white jade silk, looked at the names on it and said to himself: "Tea Master, Beast Fairy, Kitchen Monster, Drunk Taoist, Chess Boy, you are very efficient, so now I am the scholar, the painter
Are you crazy about miraculous doctors? It’s very simple to want me to recognize you. Just listen to my song and it will be easier to survive everything. But if you can’t survive it, it means you have no chance of joining my only-self Taoist palace.”
Lin Mo was already prepared and praised in his heart: This is the correct way for senior to appear, elegant, mysterious and magnanimous.
Qin Demon put the white jade silk aside. Instead of using the guqin beside him, he took out a rectangular jade box from the space equipment and carefully took out the items inside.
Lin Mo Dingqing took a look and saw that it was a pipa. Unfortunately, Lin Mo's musical skills could not distinguish the high quality of the pipa in front of him. However, seeing how carefully the lute demon handled it, it must be worth a lot of money.
The Qin Demon played the first sound, and Lin Mo, who had been prepared, fell to the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and traces of black energy continued to emerge around him, and these black energy gathered in the direction of the Qin Demon.
The piano demon didn't take it seriously. He also closed his eyes and kept playing the pipa. The sound was as clear as the tinkling of a stream, as thick as the muffled thunder through the window, as urgent as the rain hitting banana trees, as soothing as the continuous drizzle, and as fierce as the golden sword.
Iron horse is as euphemistic as a wedding joke. But the evil smile on the corner of the Qin Demon's mouth ruined this beautiful melody and made it appear weird and abnormal.
There is darkness all around, no vision, no hearing, no sense of smell, and no sense of touch. This is what Lin Mo feels at this time. There was also such a round in the previous underground palace test, but he could clearly feel his body, not
Like now, Lin Mo felt that only his own thoughts were moving, everything was blocked, and even the speed of his own thoughts was constantly slowing down.
He wanted to ask what was going on with the system, but in the blink of an eye he forgot what the system was. He felt that he had forgotten many things. Was his name Lin Mo? Who was Lin Mo? He didn't know. His thinking became more and more rigid.
He used to have countless thoughts popping up in an instant, but now he has no thoughts at all.
He felt that he was a stubborn stone, letting the wind and rain beat him. Unfortunately, there was no wind or rain. He suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility. There was no hope, no despair, and thinking about nothing might be the most relaxing thing. Sometimes everything is troublesome.
The source may just be that he thinks too much, and he begins to adapt to everything now and enjoy everything now.
I don’t know how long it took, a year, ten years, a hundred years. Because of his slow thinking, it took him a long time to have a thought. At first, these thoughts were anxious, eager, and boring, but then they disappeared because every thought was too precious.
How can I waste it on these negative emotions? But have I really had any good memories that I can recall?
He thought about the first time he killed someone, a servant who was very weak, but he couldn't remember who the second person was.
He remembered the first time he met Tang Yu, which was the beginning of his contact with this big world. Han Xiao, Liu Emei, Feng Hen, Meng Qing, Huangfu Lingyun, Dongfang Huai, some of them died in his own hands.
, some people have become their friends, and some people may never see them again in this life.
Should he be melancholy or miss him? No, there is only indifference in his heart. He doesn’t know when it started, but it has been difficult to touch his heart. He thought of his predecessor, Lin Mo’s childhood sweetheart, Meng Ting. He was thinking about Meng Ting.
How far could Ting's Wedding Clothes Divine Body take her? He was wondering how much Meng Ting's status in the Yue Nv Sword Club could help him. Because of the martial arts oath, this should be the best chess piece in his hand.
He thought again of Yun Zhongqing, a poor guy whose memory had been changed by accident by him using the Soul Transferring Technique. He didn't know how far he had gotten in the Yiqi Association, how much he could help him, and how much he could demonstrate.
Regarding the value of Yun Zhongqing, he decided to kill Yun Zhongqing if they met again next time.
He began to lament the plan of the Eight Tribes of Heavenly Dragons in his mind. He was eager to realize his ambition, because the world was so wonderful and there were too many mysteries that had not been revealed. He did not want to be a lone hero, nor did he want to be a man who relied on others.
A fool who has great martial arts skills but is stupid enough to make an enemy of the world.
He wants to be a person hidden behind the scenes, a mastermind who is powerful enough and has many sharp claws, but everything takes time.
He began to laugh at himself, thinking about freedom and the pinnacle of martial arts, isn't this world just divided into two sides: the dominant and the dominated?
His thoughts became duller and duller, and he could think of fewer and fewer things, but the ambition in his heart was like a small flame, starting to burn, burning the darkness, burning everything around him, he began to face himself, good and evil are really important
?, does good and evil really matter?
Because if I say it is righteous, it is righteous; if I say it is evil, it is evil.
The bleeding blade in his palm has thousands of rays of light, leading the world and laughing at the common people.
It turns out that I am Lin Mo.
The endless darkness was broken, and countless scenes began to interweave and flicker around Lin Mo. Lin Mo's thinking gradually returned to normal, and many memories began to emerge. He could already feel his limbs and the blood in his body.
In the flow, he opened his eyes, and his originally cold eyes were full of depth and bottomless coldness.