Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 36 A Lonely Sail, Far From You
Following Lu Ling's movements, the melodious and low-pitched piano sound echoed across the sky like a melodious sound.

Still jerky.

Still dry.

But by this time no one was laughing.

Lu Ling's fingers were clumsily stroking the Fengming Qin, which was a gesture only a layman would use.

He even gave her the Fengming Qin, but Lu Ling only used seven strings, and the others were completely wasted, what a waste of money.

What Lu Ling didn't notice was that while she was playing, her data board changed, and a new talent appeared on her data board.

[Five tones and six rhythms and thirteen emblems].

After a few minutes.

After Lu Ling dialed the last note, she sighed without looking up.

She is very dissatisfied with herself. A good piece of "Lonely Sail" was played in her hands. She still thinks too much of herself. About to commit suicide.

But Lu Ling didn't expect that she would be so bad, not to mention stumbling, leaking, out of tune, and even making mistakes repeatedly, this performance is simply a disaster.

Lu Ling blushed a little, her favorite song was ruined by herself.

But when she played just now, she was really happy.

A little embarrassed to look up, after all, I made such a big fool of myself.

However, after a while, she realized that something was wrong.

Too quiet.

There was even only the sound of the wind in the air.

Lu Ling looked up.

Time seemed to stand still, and the female cultivators in the audience seemed to have been immobilized, including Liu Fufeng and even Qin Qin.

"Cough...cough cough." Lu Ling coughed dryly twice.

It's like a signal.

Like the wind blowing the wheat waves, the female cultivators "lived" one by one.

"This……"

"What did I just hear?"

"I seem to have a dream..."

"Senior sister, I feel a little uncomfortable..."

"Me too……"

In the square, the female cultivators seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, each of them had sad expressions, and some of them with poor cultivation had already started crying on the spot, and Liu Fufeng was no exception. Although she did not shed tears, she lowered her eyes and stayed where she was silently.

【what happened?Mental attack? 】Seeing that everyone's emotions were not quite right, Shen Gui stretched out his palm, and a cold light formed in his hand.

[No, it's not a mental attack, it's just an inducement. 】

Shen Gui took a moment of caution, clenched his fists, and the cold light scattered in the air like dust.

In fact, just as she thought, it was just a kind of spiritual induction. Lu Ling's piano sound brought them into the picture she imagined, just like watching a movie.

They witnessed the meeting, getting to know each other and parting of two teenagers.

I would like to set up a lonely sail and be as far away from you as possible.

A story without sadness, joy, sound, and thoughts.

Because Lu Ling's cultivation was not very high, the nuns didn't receive any actual damage, and they could recover within a few minutes at most.

Originally, with Qin Qin's cultivation, she would not be induced by Lu Ling's music, but she fell deeper.

It was the first time she heard such a melody, a hollow and sad melody, something she could never play.

Why is it so.

Qin Qin's hands trembled slightly, she closed her eyes, her mind was full of the immature piece that Lu Ling played just now.

At this time, Lu Ling supported the floor with both hands, and stood up with some difficulty.

After sitting for a long time, her legs became numb.

"Hello." Seeing Qin Qin in a daze, Lu Ling patted her on the waist.

No way, the height gap is too big.

【People are lost too, I should be sent down. 】Lu Ling gave Qin Qin a look.

But the latter ignored Lu Ling and went straight to Feng Mingqin and sat down.

Most of the female cultivators calmed down, and the way they looked at Lu Ling no longer contained contempt.

[Although the piano skills are not good, she is a genius. No wonder Senior Sister Qin is so special to her. 】

They all thought so, after all, the previous song was really nice.

Sometimes, you don't need any fancy rhetoric to describe a melody, the word "nice to hear" is enough.

[I don’t know which peak’s junior sister, it looks like she hasn’t practiced yet, so she can move around more. 】

Although I don't want to admit it, many people actually think that this kind of melody with a clear rhythm is better than Qin Qin's old-fashioned and boring melody.

They had some expectations in their hearts, looking forward to what it would be like to play this piece of music from Qin Qin's hands.

But Qin Qin did not disappoint them.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Qin closed her eyes. In her mind, she recalled Lu Ling's performance before, sorted out the cuts, removed meaningless repetitions and obvious mistakes, and moved her slender fingers like green onions.

The moment the piano sounded.

High judgment.

The dry sound of the piano in Lu Ling's hands was transformed into endless softness in Qin Qin's hands.

That is enough to make people fall into it tenderly.

Energetic.

It was just the first paragraph, Qin Qin couldn't help but use the coiling strength, a technique that she seldom used even when she played her favorite pieces.

Because the function of Chansijin is to make the rhythm more emotional, but her music has no emotion.

The role of the Fengming Qin has also been maximized. It turns out that the lower strings of the Fengming Qin are no longer played with fingers, but when the strings are plucked, the spiritual energy permeates down from the fingertips, emitting a clear and elegant sound. When the string sounds, it also drives the aura between heaven and earth.

Earth, wind, water, and fire intertwined and condensed on the second peak, and finally turned into a lone phoenix, hovering in the sky.

Under the fluctuating aura, everyone's emotions were mobilized. After the fiery red aura entered the body, the spirit of the female cultivators present seemed to be greatly relaxed, and the emotional sensitivity caused by the spiritual induction before had gradually faded away.

Listening to the soft and long music, Lu Ling was stunned.

Just like Qin Qin before.

Lu Ling's mind went blank.

This is Lone Sails, but not anymore.

Under Qin Qin's performance, "Lonely Sail" deviates from what it should be, and now it no longer needs the lyrics to set off to show the extreme destructive power of loneliness.

Lu Ling liked Qin Qin's performance, she took back what she said before, and now she felt that every movement of Qin Qin's fingers touched her heart.

Thanks to Qin Qin for allowing me to hear such wonderful music again, Lu Ling's eyes were slightly red, as if she had been infected.

As the music progressed, an illusion gradually covered the second peak and entered everyone's heart.

Softness and sadness interact, weaving a beautiful and cruel picture in the lingering sound.

Different from the movies created by Lu Ling, under Qin Qin's performance, everyone didn't see any pictures, but only extreme emotions.

The emptiness is like a cold spring, which frostbites the human soul. After thawing, it ushers in even darker embers.

Following Qin Qin's movements, a light red sound wave gradually spread outward from Fengming Qin.

Gradually, all the emotions were stripped away, leaving only a void without any ups and downs in the sound of the piano. Under the superb piano skills of Qin Qin and the changeable performance of the vertical and horizontal strings of Fengming Qin, there was a faint sense of ensemble in the end .

Can't take it up, can't put it down, only a thin figure is left, moving forward alone.

Lonely, solo traveler.

Completion.

A silence.

When Qin Qin stood up, the nuns still hadn't recovered. They were still intoxicated by the endless loneliness brought by Qin Qin. Unlike Lu Ling's spiritual induction, this time it was really the purest influence of music.

Even the fire phoenix didn't dissipate, it circled around the second peak, and a sharp phoenix cry caused a distant phoenix to respond.

Looking at the sluggish Lu Ling, Qin Qin paced over with a little more relief and firmness on his face.

"Thank you, Junior Sister." As she spoke, Qin Qin bowed deeply to Lu Ling.

　Abyss, the Daughter of Warfare, found nothing and was desperate

　　
　
(End of this chapter)