Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 272 Yu Wenjian's three-second writing time [Please subscribe! 】

Walking on the moon, under Yazi's gaze, Zhang Qingyun's figure gradually faded.

Walking on the wind, Zhang Qingyun felt that he was also happy in his heart at this moment. Stepping on the moonlight, Zhang Qingyun used the supernatural power of shrinking the ground to an inch, and stepped forward with one step, which was more than ten meters away.

After walking for an hour or two, Zhang Qingyun suddenly paused.

There is a lake in front of you, the faint sound of the piano is faint, and there is a special taste in the silent night.

Under the moonlight, beside the silent lake: "If I hadn't known the year, month and day, I would have thought that I had walked a few steps, traveled through time and space, and arrived in ancient times."

Following the sound of the piano, Zhang Qingyun walked west along the shore of the lake.

In the distance, by the lake, on a protruding lakeshore about four or five meters long and two meters deep into the water, a woman is playing a Guqin in front of her.

The moonlight is hazy, and this woman gives people a mysterious beauty.

"This woman is really brave"

It is already around twelve o'clock in the evening, and this is not a scenic spot, and there are no villages around. A woman is playing the piano by the lake in the middle of the night: "The sound of the piano is attractive, so you are not afraid of attracting bad people?"

"It's also fortunate that Pindao is bold. Ordinary people might mistakenly think that this is not a human being."

"interesting."

Really not human!
"The voice and appearance of the ghost have changed in three moments, and this female ghost has retained the state of her life."

Not only that, but the female ghost strangely didn't have any ghostly aura.

Zhang Qingyun found a place and sat down cross-legged.

Listening to the sound of the piano and looking at the moonlight is really a special feeling.

Zhang Qingyun didn't know the rhythm, but he could hear it. The sound of the piano suddenly changed, from the faint sound just now, to cheerful.

Zhang Qingyun's mood became more relaxed with the joyful sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano was endless and lasted for about four hours.

"Can you understand?"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the female ghost suddenly turned her head.

Zhang Qingyun shook his head: "Pindao doesn't know the melody, and has never been exposed to it, but I can tell that you have bid farewell to the past."

"If you want to give your thoughts to Qinyao, but you have few friends, how many people will listen to you?"

The female ghost turned her head away, and after a while of silence, she sighed faintly: "The one who doesn't know the rhythm, but can understand my inner voice, you are the No.1 I met."

"Because no one else can see you."

The sound of the piano is low and cheerful, can't you hear it?
The female ghost sighed again.

"Let's go to the first seven. I've already seen it. After all, this is not the place you are nostalgic for. Go reincarnate."

The woman turned her head suddenly, and then turned her head away.

"You have no resentment, no hatred, no evil spirit, it's rare"

Zhang Qingyun smiled slightly: "You are also the most special one that you have seen in this kind of ghost."

"Let me play another song for the Taoist priest."

No one can understand in life, but meet a bosom friend after death.

The sound of the zither rose suddenly, like a violent wind and rain, then became very melodious, and finally became inaudible, like weeping and complaining.

The female ghost looked up at the sky, stood up, and said, "Master Dao, this piano belongs to the world, and I left it to you."

The female ghost stepped out, and an invisible door opened, and the woman entered it, as if she had entered another world.

Watching the gate of ghosts close, stood up, Zhang Qingyun sat in front of the piano: "I have lived for more than 30 years, and I don't know how many ghosts have been killed. This is the first time a ghost gave me something."

Quite strange, Zhang Qingyun gently hooked the strings.

"Ding"

The sound of the piano was melodious, and with Zhang Qingyun's thought, the piano was put into the storage space with the piano stand and chair.

Standing by the lake until dawn, Zhang Qingyun heard someone approaching behind him.

"Daoist, you are so brave, don't you know that this place is haunted?"

This is an old man in his seventies: "At night, no one dares to come here."

"Oh?"

Zhang Qingyun was a little surprised. Someone knew about the female ghost last night?

"Old man, what is the identity of this female ghost?"

The old man came to the lake, walked past Zhang Qingyun, and pulled a rope out of the water.Among the reeds in the distance, a small wooden boat was pulled out, and the old man boarded the boat, and then said: "A girl from Liuwangzhai, I heard that she is very powerful, she didn't know what happened, she committed suicide here by jumping into the lake .”

"Tsk tsk, that's what I said anyway, but when the body was picked up, the pants were gone."

"In the past few days, there are piano sounds here every night, but there are no people."

This is not suicide, no accident, it is homicide.

The strange thing is that the female ghost has no resentment at all, nor any evil spirit.

Being killed, or committing suicide, one must have a bit of resentment.

The female ghost didn't reincarnate on the day of her death, she condensed into a ghost body, and she didn't even take revenge.

This is a little strange.

The old man seemed to know something, but he was unwilling to say more, and rowed away.

Just as Zhang Qingyun was about to leave, another figure came from a distance.

"An acquaintance came unexpectedly."

That funny old man Yu Wenjian, oh, his name is Yu Yixiu now.

"What is this old man doing here?"

Zhang Qingyun was a little puzzled, so he stood here without moving.

When Yu Yixiu saw Zhang Qingyun, he took a few more glances, and then bowed his head: "Zhang Daoyi, the celestial master of the Longhushan celestial master's mansion in the poor way, sat down and sat down with his chief disciple, Yu Wenjian, and met his fellow Taoist."

This self-introduction is a bit too long.

You just need to remember the last three words.

Yu Wenjian?
Immediately, Zhang Qingyun suddenly realized that in the view of the descendants of Tianshi Mansion, only the surname Zhang has a seniority ranking, and disciples with other surnames, even if they are apprentices, rarely live in Tianshi Mansion. Seniority is just a code name, and they still declare their own names surname.

"I have seen fellow Daoist."

Zhang Qingyun returned the gift.

Yu Wenjian looked at Zhang Qingyun: "Dare to ask the Youdao name, where can I practice?"

"Xuanzi, a poor Taoist, lives in no fixed place and travels around."

Daoxuanzi. This dao name is Niu Dafa.

Yu Wenjian rolled his eyes: "It seems that there is a problem here. Fellow Daoist has also noticed it. Fellow Daoist has great powers. What did you see?"

Yu Wenjian also saw that online video, but it was the Taoist priest in front of him who had been revived from a severed limb.

This is a great supernatural power!
"Pindao just arrived last night, so I didn't see anything."

Yu Wenjian smiled, a little inexplicably: "Fellow Daoist is being modest, the poor Taoist came last night."

Zhang Qingyun was a little surprised, and took a look at Yu Wenjian. He had not yet entered the first level of qi refining. He came last night. Zhang Qingyun did not find Yu Wenjian's aura based on Zhang Qingyun's perception of the thousand-meter realm.

The old man lied.

"Pindao saw last night that a woman was playing the piano here, and the fellow Taoist was sitting not far away. In the end, the woman disappeared inexplicably, and the piano was taken away by the fellow Taoist."

Zhang Qingyun was shocked, this old man really saw it!
Looking at Yu Wenjian in surprise, Zhang Qingyun accidentally caught a glimpse of Yu Wenjian's waist with a high-magnification telescope.Looking around, there is a village three or four miles away.

Zhang Qingyun knew very well that this old man must have been peeking through the binoculars three or four miles away last night.

Three or four miles away, Zhang Qingyun has already exceeded the range of perception, no wonder he didn't find it.

"Fellow daoists can see through eyes thousands of miles away, and the poor dao admires it."

Zhang Qingyun was really convinced, this old guy is not a simple person, when he was an ordinary person, he could exterminate ghosts, and now he practiced Taoism, although he didn't have much success, but he still had a few hands by his side.

Yu Wenjian didn't feel embarrassed, but was complacent: "This telescope, originally just an ordinary 24x mirror, was refined by me and turned into a magic weapon, which can spy on ghosts and gods. I was on the mountain eight miles away last night. I saw the scene here."

Yu Wenjian said righteously: "The ghosts should not be left in the world. The old Taoist wanted to come to exterminate the ghosts. When he saw the fellow Taoist here, he didn't disturb the fellow Taoist."

Eight miles away!
It's not a village three or four miles away. Looking to the west, there is a low mountain peak, which is also one to two hundred meters away. This is the nearest mountain peak, about seven or eight miles away.

Last night, without accident, Yu Wenjian was spying on this mountain.

"Fellow."

Seeing Zhang Qingyun's silence, the old fox didn't bother with this issue.

Yu Wenjian stroked his beard and smiled, with the image of an out-of-world expert, and his face was slightly mysterious: "Poverty Dao has a great merit here, I don't know if fellow Taoists are interested."

"I can share this great merit with fellow Taoists."

Great merit?
Zhang Qingyun was not interested, bowed slightly, turned around and left: "Since it is a great merit, the poor Taoist will not compete for the merit of fellow Taoists."

"do not."

Yu Wenjian's face turned anxious, and he raised his foot to chase after him.

In this panic, the protruding shore was wet and slippery, Yu Wenjian slipped on his foot, and his body tilted.

"Puff."

There was a splash of water, and Yu Wenjian disappeared.

It took a few seconds for Yu Wenjian to reveal his head, which kept sinking and floating, not only how much water he drank.

Yu Wenjian struggled to splash the water and shouted loudly: "Help, help!"

"Daoist help!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

After taking a few sips of water, Yu Wenjian's head floated up again: "Friend Daoist. Gulong help. Help, I can't swim. Gulong Gulong"

Turning around, Zhang Qingyun was speechless: "This is a typical handsome but not more than three seconds, a typical failure to install a pen."

　Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, tsk tsk, my wife and children are on vacation, my wife helps the children with their homework, and now it's driving my wife crazy. Loud bluffing.

　　In addition, the nephew and niece were noisy, and the writing environment was greatly affected.

　　Time wasted!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)