Chapter 1304

"On the contrary, I think that Wei Tianming's focus is on the seal Yaoguang branch. We are just the targets they hit incidentally." Mu Yan's vision can't help turning to this desolate Yaoguang branch. During this period, because of the absence of emperor mingjue and little martial uncle, fewer people came to Yaoguang branch. As a result, it gradually began to become gloomy, as if there were ghosts wandering around. Mu Yan frowned slightly. Just like when she first entered the lighting branch, she always felt that there was something in the lighting branch. Can't see, can't touch, but from time to time let her back cold. Yaoguang branch, what happened in those years to make such a big branch waste At night, Muyan sleeps in a daze. Suddenly I heard the sound of the piano. It's like crying and complaining. It's desolate and resentful. But with the solemn and stirring spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers. Mu Yan suddenly woke up from his sleep and asked Qi Huang and Xiao Feng Huang, "do you hear the sound of Qin?" Seven Huang languidly turned a body, "what Qin sound, Jun Mu Yan, you dream?" The ball also shook his head vaguely, "pretty sister, the ball didn't hear anything!" At this time, the sound of Qin in Mu Yan's ear is much smaller, but you can still hear it if you listen carefully. For those who are good at music, the emotion and conduct expressed in the music are the most difficult to hide. The so-called high mountains and flowing water to find a bosom friend, when so. Mu Yan listened, as if a vague shadow appeared in front of her eyes. They are full of wounds, full of holes, resentment and hatred. But that cavity righteousness and Zheng Zheng proud, but has never been obliterated. Mu Yan can't help but get up and follow the voice. Almost spared the entire Yaoguang branch, but never found the source of the sound. Moreover, Muyan always felt that the music was getting lighter and lighter, as if it was slowly dissipating between heaven and earth. She almost came back disappointed. But suddenly stopped in front of a huge cliff. I always feel that the music I hear here seems to be louder and more solid. Mu Yan gently touched the cliff with her hand, and even took the seven Jue sword to chop a few times, but she didn't think it was different from the ordinary cliff. The piano sound is getting weaker and weaker, as if in despair, and as if to give up everything. Mu Yan couldn't bear to sit down with his knees crossed, and his seven Jue sword turned into a demon Qin. Ten fingers move gently, and the music is wrinkled. The same weeping, but no plaintive, but sentimental. The same angry, but not resentful, but broke through the clouds. Slowly, one light and one heavy, the two kinds of music blend together. You moisten me, I moisten you. You warm me, I warm you. High mountains and flowing water, close to the end of the world, but bosom friends can be expected. At the end of the song, the rising sun in the eastern sky. Mu Yan wiped away the sweat from his forehead. His body and spirit were a little empty, but he felt unspeakable. She has never been in such a close relationship with others. She didn't know who the man was, whether he was male or female, whether he was always young. But with only one tune, she felt that this person and she were natural confidants. Ear suddenly came seven Huang voice, "Jun Mu Yan, why do you suddenly play the piano in the evening?" Mu Yan's heart has been clear, but still can't help asking: "you really only hear my piano, can't hear another piano?" Qihuang frowned, "where's the other sound of Qin? Are you stupid to climb Linglong tower?"