Chapter 120

"In the sound of the piano, there is a strong meaning of the piano?"

Xu Mozhu's face was shocked and his voice finally understood why Li Jiaxin was so nervous!

Knowing that the piano sound contained the meaning of the piano, Li Jiaxin didn't have to say it again. He also closed his mouth wisely and calmly felt the artistic conception from the piano sound.

The sound of the piano is long.

Carry it out to the ear.

Among them, the artistic conception suddenly brought Xu Mozhu back to a very long, very long memory.

Once upon a time, the imperial sword sect declared that Xu Mozhu, a sword holding heaven, was just a young boy from a poor family, dreaming of becoming a martial artist one day.

He was hit by a wall and hurt. Whenever he was difficult to support, there would always be a mouthful of hot rice and soup when he returned to the broken house. The kind old woman would always help him sew off-line clothes and wash out brand-new shoes.

"Ink bamboo, I believe you are the best!"

This sentence always echoed in his ears before, the gradually bent back, the kind smile and gentle concern, his old mother

Time flies by.

More than a thousand years had passed before Xu Mozhu realized that the voice had been blurred many years ago.

The soft voice's advice has not appeared in my mind for a long time

And the once young man has finally grown into a giant.

But she.

No longer.

"Mother."

Unknowingly, the sound of the piano has stopped, and Xu Mozhu can't get out of the memory for a long time. The great elder of the Royal sword sect has tears in his eyes at the moment.

"It seems that we look down on others." At this time, Li Jiaxin nearby also heard a soft voice, "where is the military emperor? Just by the meaning of the piano in the piano, at least it is the general existence of Wu Zun!"

While talking, Li Jiaxin also lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes.

The original eyes, do not know when red, but do not know which memory the sound of the piano touched in her heart.

"Wu Zun, no wonder!"

Xu Mozhu glanced at Li Jiaxin, who was as strong as Li Jiaxin. I'm afraid only a strong Wu Zun who was one level higher than Wu Zong could do it.

"Let's go and see you." Li Jiaxin took a deep breath, his look became solemn, and his tone changed from greeting to seeing.

Xu Mozhu nodded.

The two swept, dragged out and flew towards Yi Feng's place.

"Alas, some practice!"

Yi Feng was speechless. At the same time, he shook his sour arm. It seemed that he heard a voice. He quickly looked up and found that the two Taoist shadows flew towards him.

"Another cultivator?"

Yi Feng was slightly surprised. Looking at their flying posture, he also showed a yearning look in his heart.

If his broken system is a little more reliable, I'm afraid he can be so popular now?

However, Yi Feng didn't lose his temper when he met the cultivator again. After all, he wasn't dealing with the cultivator for the first time. For example, the luolanxue and the sword girl he met in the mountain were all cultivators.

But Yi Feng didn't understand. What did the two people call him?

Finally, they fell in front of him.

Yi Feng also put down his guitar and stood up.

However, Yi Feng thought they had something to do with him, but they suddenly bowed to him and heard a respectful voice at the same time.

"Li Jiaxin."

"Xu Mozhu."

"See you, master."

They spoke in unison, carefully looked at the protagonist at the same time, and were surprised to find that even if they were close at hand, they still couldn't detect any fluctuation in Yi Feng

They couldn't help but look at each other, and they all set off a storm in their hearts.

Is he a mortal?

This is impossible. The sound of the piano alone has the meaning of making them deeply involved. A mortal can't do it.

Wu Zun.

Stone hammer!

However, Yi Feng was confused and forced. Two Wuxiu flew over and called him what the elder was, so they said, "I'm afraid you two made a mistake. I'm not an elder. I'm just a mortal. I came into the mountain to collect medicine."

"Mortal?"

Yi Feng's words immediately confused Li Jiaxin and Xu Mozhu.

Are they two wrong?

Is the young man in front of us really just a mortal, a mortal with superb piano skills?

Just when they thought so, Li Jiaxin suddenly saw something. Her pupils suddenly shrunk. She was shocked. At the same time, she didn't forget to wink at Xu Mozhu.

Hearing the speech, Xu Mozhu looked away and suddenly cheered up!