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Chapter 187 Taking the Spirit as the Pavement and the Joy as the Attack

The old man's eyes turned red, and his voice was choked with choking: "I never expected to see it in my lifetime. Can you summon it and let me see it?"

Luo Huoqin hesitated.

Although it is said that Fengweiqin is her blood spirit, as long as it is summoned, it can return to her body, but the old man's cultivation level is obviously higher than hers. It's not a small thing if you can't take it back...

Seeing that she hadn't moved, the old man sighed and exposed his wrist, which was a piece of gray piano body.

Luo Huoqin was stunned, he didn't expect that he was also Qin's blood spirit.

Mo Ruoxi: I suddenly thought of an old saying, when a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman, his eyes are full of tears.

Raised skirt: No, it should be said that, when Qin Ling saw Qin Ling, her eyes were full of tears.

The painting style is wrong: But why is his piano spirit gray?Is his violin gray?

"I'm the same as you, both Qin Ling."

The old man withdrew his hand, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the alley outside, with a lonely back, and slowly told Luo Huoqin about the past.

"In the imperial capital, although I was not famous in the mainland, but because the musical instruments I made were better than ordinary people, I was well-known in the imperial capital. Everyone thought that my instrument was a waste blood spirit. They bullied me once. They didn't Thinking that I actually discovered the cultivation method of musical instruments, I named it Yingong."

"Support with spirit, attack with joy."

"But I never thought that this kind of practice has not been popularized, and even outsiders don't know that I have learned sound attack, so I was assassinated by my uncles and brothers who practiced together. They killed my wife and daughter, destroyed my piano, and broke my hand. ..."

Bringing up the painful past again, the old man clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, and the low and desperate anger was suppressed in his voice.

"Although my hand is healed now, the blood spirit is gone, the meridian is broken, and I will never be able to play the piano again in the future."

"It hurts me so much." Feng Weiqin's whining voice sounded in Luo Huoqin's mind, and said, "Hey, this old man is so pitiful, master, let me out and show him, I won't do it again Mind if he touched me, really."

Luo Huoqin heard his words, looked at his expression, felt sore in her heart, responded to Fengweiqin, summoned it, walked to the old man's side, and lightly touched his arm.

Being able to learn sound attack by himself, this old man deserves her respect.

The old man wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, turned around, hugged the Fengweiqin into his arms a little flattered, rubbed the red body of the Qin with his fingertips, and with the seemingly invisible Fengweiqin, there was a hint of love in his eyes. Somewhat emotional.

Xiaoxin: Hey, what happened to the old man is really distressing.

This world is crazy: We are so busy, we feel sorry for the broadcaster's injury, Luo Xuanxuan's injury, the beggar on the roadside, and the old man.

StarCraft No. [-]: Seeing what was said above, I really think you are very busy, anyway, I don't feel sorry for you.

Stars: ………

"I didn't expect that the real Fengweiqin is so beautiful."

Hearing such a sentence from him, Luo Huoqin raised her brows lightly, did not answer, and waited patiently for his next words.

"When I was working in the imperial palace, I sneaked into Wanshu Pavilion out of curiosity. There were records and portraits of the sacred instrument Fengweiqin in it. At that time, I thought, if I could contract the divine instrument to be a blood spirit, then my The ability can definitely be improved, but I didn't expect..."

(End of this chapter)