Chapter 187

"Moreover, when xiner was born, we asked the elder 'shensuazi' to calculate with Tianyan. Xiner's future husband is the one who took out the Lvqi Qin. You know, this is calculated by shenoperator at the cost of 30 years' life. Generally speaking, there will be no mistakes. For the zither player, even if I am a father, I have wronged xiner."

Qin Xuan looked up at the waning moon overhead. In the falling moonlight, there was a trace of sadness and beauty. He is the head of the family and must be considered for the whole family. The mission of the zither family is even more related to the fate of countless creatures. There must be no loss. If there is a loss, the zither family is a sinner through the ages. He can't bear this responsibility, and no one can afford it.

"Husband, what do you think of emperor Shitian?" Mrs. Qin didn't seem to want to say more on the previous topic, and her voice suddenly turned to Emperor Shitian.

Qin Xuan pondered, shook his head and said: "I still can't see through. In the past three months, he is really learning the piano in a regular way. In addition to learning the piano, he goes back to the house to practice and almost never goes out of the valley. It seems that he looks like a bitter monk. Moreover, his cultivation is quite introverted. It seems that he only builds the foundation, and his real strength seems to be shrouded in a fog. It's very strange."

A strange look could not help but appear on his face. It is absolutely rare in his life to observe a person who has not completely seen through for three months.

"Forget it, maybe he is really just an Aegean. He learns the piano art in the common world. He also takes out heavy rites. When he learns it, he should leave by himself." Qin Xuan can only say that. Anyway, in Qinyin Valley, even if someone really wants to make trouble, he may not be able to do anything.

And this way.

After Qin Xin left, Emperor Shitian was afraid of being suspected, so he lay down on the table and really slept all night. When dawn was coming, a burst of Qin sound suddenly sounded in the valley.

"Hoo!!"

Although sleeping, the demon refining tripod in the body has never stopped. It is always running. It refines the body in the tripod. Unconsciously, up to now, it has refined one-fifth of the quantity.

He opened his eyes and held the blanket on his back with his backhand. A touch of fragrance still seemed to remain on it. Looking at the blanket, Emperor Shitian's heart flashed thousands of thoughts. His eyes became complex. After a long time, he shook his head and smiled bitterly and put it into the storage bag.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."

The piano sound is melodious and spreads slowly in the valley, as if Koizumi is flowing out. It contains a breath of peace of mind, which makes the listener feel as if he is beside a quiet stream and listens to the stream flowing. The mind becomes quiet inexplicably, and the whole person's mind is sublimated in the piano sound.

"What song is this?"

Emperor Shitian listened carefully for a while, and a bright light suddenly appeared in his eyes. His body suddenly stood up, and his heart was like waves rolling violently, showing abnormal concern. His face kept changing.

"This song can dissolve the sad Qi in the sad pulse in my body. What song is this? It has such magical power."

Yes, when he was listening to this song, his mind suddenly began to have a tendency to gradually integrate with the sadness emitted by the sadness pulse. It was incredible that the mind could feel the sadness and keep the mind's will from sinking into it.

You know, in the past few months, he has tried his best to completely integrate with the sadness emanating from the sadness pulse. This sadness is emanated from the sadness pulse and can not be eliminated at all. Moreover, if it is eliminated, it is not called the sadness pulse. There is only one way, that is to integrate the mind and sadness, so that his mind can be compatible with the sadness. That's the only way Like this, we can no longer be affected by it, and the real sad pulse becomes great.

At that time, we will not need the green zither to suppress again, and we can begin to absorb the power of sadness between heaven and earth unscrupulously. Only then can the sorrow pulse truly belong to ourselves and become a great success. Then it can be shaped again