Chapter 207

"When the zither was finished, the zither player sat down in front of his wife's grave and wanted to play the last song for his wife with this heartbroken zither. When his hand moved the strings, he found that the zither made of divine wood... Could not play any sound. The zither player completely fell into madness, all kinds of things before, all into a dream, these years of efforts to find, has become an empty talk! The zither player cried in front of his wife's grave. At that moment, all he had left in his heart was deep guilt and regret.

The zither player wants to go with his wife, but just as he is about to destroy the heartbroken zither, a mysterious old man appears

The confidant stopped here, and Mo Li didn't disturb him, just continued to listen quietly.

It seemed that he was adjusting his mood. After a moment, the confidant continued to say, "the old man took the heartbroken harp from the zither player's hand, gently stroked the string, and praised the harp again and again. The zither player was puzzled and asked, how can a good zither be regarded as a good one if it can't play music? The old man stroked his beard and told the zither player why. It turns out that this wood is the Requiem wood, one of the three sacred trees. It's not that the Qin can't play. It's that unless the powerful people play it themselves, only a real bosom friend can hear the sound.

As he spoke, the old man sat down in the same place, put his fingers on the string, and played a fairy song with the heartbroken Qin in front of the zither player. Listening to the old man's playing, the zither player found that this song was the melody from the deep soul he had been searching for. Listening to the old man's music, the zither player was in tears. At the end of the song, the zither player couldn't get up on his knees and asked the old man to help him find his daughter. After the old man agreed, the zither player killed himself in front of his wife's grave with a smile. "

Bosom friend constantly choked, the story said here, Mo from the heart has understood a probably.

The zither player in the story is the father of the bosom friend, and she is probably the little girl. As the bosom friend said before, this Guqin was given by an old man. I'm afraid that old man is the old man the bosom friend's father met before he died.

"When the zither player's wife died, their daughter was less than two years old and was taken in by a kind-hearted woman in the village. Because of the escape, the woman left the village with the zither player's daughter. Later, the woman also died because of the turmoil.

After many twists and turns, the old man finally found the little girl. At that time, the little girl was only five years old and begged on the street every day. The old man took the little girl to teach her piano skills. Three years later, he passed on her heartbreak and seven Requiem songs, and took her to a cliff. The old man told the little girl... If one day, someone can hear her playing on the cliff, it means that she has found her bosom friend. After that, she can leave the cliff and enter the world.

At that time, the little girl didn't understand why the master arranged it like this. Later, when she grew up, the little girl realized that the seven Requiem songs were actually a very powerful martial art. With the improvement of Qin skills, the little girl's accomplishments were also rising. However, she never met her confidant.

When the Requiem reaches the third song, the girl suddenly has a lot of information in her memory. It's the seal left by the old man in her soul. It's only at this time that the girl suddenly realizes that she has been waiting for someone, the one who can hear her piano, and the fateful meeting arranged for her by the old man. "

At the end of the story, when Mo Li's heart was filled with emotion, his bosom friend slowly got up in the old Pavilion and walked towards Mo Li step by step. At the moment before opening shaman, the words from the bosom friend's mouth were to let Mo Liru be struck by lightning: "bosom friend only lives for bosom friend... Elder martial brother, do you really understand the meaning of this sentence?"

Standing in the same place, looking at the graceful figure coming out of the pavilion, Mo Li only felt his head roar. He didn't even have the heart to look at the girl's demeanor in front of him, but instinctively fixed his eyes on the clear big eyes of the girl's veil.

"Zhi... Intimate girl... What's your name... What do you call me?"

Mo Li's voice was intermittent and trembling. For a moment, he couldn't accept the fact.

"Bosom friend is only for bosom friend... Master asked me to follow his surname Mo, my name is mo Zhiyin... Now do you understand?"

Mo Zhiyin, Mo Zhiyin

Mysterious and powerful old man

Mo Li's heart turns upside down. At this moment, he doesn't know how to express his inner shock.

It turns out that the old man is his own master, the snow Lord Mo Sanxiao!

The confidant stood in front of Mo Li and stretched out his hand to slowly open the veil on his face. Under the veil was a perfect face that didn't eat fireworks. There was no flaw in his delicate facial features. Under his long eyelashes, his empty eyes were as clear as the spring of a mountain stream. The girl's temperament is as pure and moving as bailing in the mountains, and as holy as Bailian on the top of the snow mountain.

In this way, the bosom friend stood in front of Mo Li and looked at the angular and handsome face at a close distance. All kinds of tastes came to my heart.

A bosom friend is born only for a bosom friend. She knew her destiny and that master had kept herself on this precipice all these years just to wait for this man.

More than ten years, the mood of love, accompanied by Qin every day, just waiting for the arrival of the destined confidant.

The two lines of tears are silent. They are used to loneliness these years. At this moment, the confidant suddenly understands that she also has a fantasy like an ordinary girl and needs to care and accompany.

"Bosom friend..."

Looking at the tears on the girl's face, Mo Li only felt that his heart was like a knife. In Mo Li's opinion, the previous encounters were between two people who didn't know each other. After hearing a long story, Mo Li knew that the girl was his younger martial sister and his relative.

Slowly stretched out his hand over the girl's delicate body, Mo Li hopes to use his body temperature to carry the girl's loneliness and loneliness.

The right hand caresses the girl's soft green silk slowly. Mo Li is smelling the fragrance of the girl's hair, but there is no distracting thoughts in her heart. Some of them have only deep pity and love.

"Don't be afraid, you won't be alone with elder martial brother in the future!"

Destiny, mysterious destiny.

Maybe Mo Sanxiao had already seen through the mystery, and would have written down this fateful meeting more than ten years ago. Master's strength is inseparable from not daring to imagine. At this time, all he wants to do is to give the weak girl some warmth.

The breeze blows into the carefree cliff, and petals fall from the sea of flowers. The colorful flowers are wrapped with two slender figures. Under the colorful scenery, two lonely souls seem to find their own dependence and embrace each other tightly at this moment.