The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 111 I'll Get Used To It
Xiao Ruan softly praised: "It's good, but it's easy to see ghosts."

Si Jijing was puzzled: "What?"

Xiao Ruanruan didn't say much: "Nothing."

Li Lan didn't rest at noon, and continued to struggle.

Sifu was full of aura, and he drank another bowl of soup containing aura. Even if it lasted for a month, 996 would not be a problem, so Si Jijing didn't care about him, and just did what he had to do.

Li Lanzhi was busy until the sun went down.

He was not very satisfied with the freshly baked works.

Always feel like something is missing.

He couldn't tell where the difference was, and he was so irritable that he just wanted to scratch his hair.

Seeing this, Xiao Ruanruan asked, "I have the soundtrack of this sword dance, do you want to listen to it?"

Li Lanzhi: "Quickly play it for me."

Putting is impossible.

But it can be played.

Xiao Ruanruan took out a sheet music and started to read it.

Li Lanzhi: "..."

Forget it, you will get used to this kind of thing after seeing it too much.

After flipping through, Xiao Ruanruan took an entry-level guqin and sat down.

They sat on the terrace of the villa, and the rays of the setting sun covered the ground.

Xiao Ruanruan closed her eyes, a little light from the setting sun shone on her slightly drooping eyelashes.

Her skin is very fair, but not the sickly paleness of the past, but a healthy and delicate white, with a touch of powder.

Her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes suddenly opened.

At that moment, the two people present keenly noticed——

Her aura is different.

Raise your hand, fingertips across the strings.

In an instant, there seemed to be a strong electric current passing by the ear, numb all the way from the base of the ear to the tailbone!

Si Jijing thought she was the brain-piercing sound like last time in Zhuli Yashe, and subconsciously raised her hand to cover her ears, but stopped in the next second.

Different!
totally different!
The extremely domineering sound of the piano is so special and rare that it resembles the sound of a sword, smudged with infinite sword intent, and its momentum is like a rainbow.

It's like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, and the Milky Way rewinding, which is shocking.

Li Lanzhi froze for a moment, closed his eyes involuntarily, and listened quietly.

Xiao Ruanruan played the piano with both hands, his expression full of concentration.

All the surrounding sounds seemed to be far away, and she seemed to feel the soft wind on Jinglu Peak brushing the corners of her eyes and brows.

She sat at Master's lap and listened to Master playing the piece.

She has always been terrified of Master's playing.

Master's Taoist name is "Zeyin Patriarch", which is said to be because it can cut off everyone's goodwill towards music.

She felt that she was right.

The ancestor of Duanyin's piano is a weapon, and he repairs sonic attacks.

With a high level of cultivation, and Qin is a world-class Qin, every living creature within a radius of a hundred miles will flee in the face of the wind.

When she was a child, she vomited blood every time she listened to it, and no amount of defensive formations could prevent her.

But the master's deadline is approaching, and he has no energy to accept disciples anymore.

Everything about her must be passed on.

Senior brother is an idiot in music, and his cultivation speed is not as fast as her.

Her cultivation is like eating and drinking. Even if she spends 100 years learning the piano, her cultivation level will still be hard to come by.

In the end, the important task of learning the piano still fell on her.

During that time, it was a nightmare.

The piece he is playing now was composed by the master for the ten thousand year celebration of Jiuxuanzong, and it is the only piece that can be listened to standing up.

After the master passed away, she only played on the death day of the master.

A familiar melody came to mind, and she suddenly discovered that, at some point in time, she was no longer afraid of playing, but worried that she would lose this nostalgia.

(End of this chapter)