v2 Chapter 721： You are him (2/2)
”Uncle Tai said that other people might be able to play the wind up the Daqingshan to play the artistic conception, but the person who can play the youth line to play the artistic conception, even if it is not the king himself, it must be a person related to the king.”
”Maybe he just used some clever mental means to develop the artistic conception.”
”But I ... I asked my sister just now, she said that the son of Chi Yan did not use any spiritual means to develop the artistic conception ...”
Xuan Xin Dao Zun and Liu Qingyan looked at each other. Although they both understood the melody, they only understood it. They were far less talented than Qingxi and had no deep rhythm. The two also wanted to ask how to return. It was just that when they looked over, they found that Qingxi was frowning at Chi Yan who was playing the tune.
”Xier, what are you looking at?”
”Master ...” Qingxi murmured: ”The tunes he plays seem to be related to our Wuseshan ...”
”What song?”
”This is the song he is playing.”
”Is he playing a tune?”.
Neither Xuanxin Daozun nor Liu Qingyan understood what Gu Qingfeng was playing. It was not like any tune. The tunes were messy, and it seemed that there was no tune at all, just like a beginner playing at random.
”I don't know if it's a tune ... but I can vaguely hear it. The tune is not only related to our Wuseshan, but also seems to be related to Taishi Taimu ... He seems to be remembering, remembering Wushishan, and Taishi Kumu uncle……”
Recalling Wuseshan?
Remember Taishi?
Wu Xuan did not understand, and Liu Qingyan did not understand. <>
”You see what happened to Uncle Tai ...”
Xiao Qinglian's voice came, and Qingxi and others looked at it. At this moment, the dead wood was not excited or shocked, or it was unbelievable. The whole man was stunned there, and his body was shaking and blushing. , Pointing at the ancient Qingfeng with your fingers, like this is like seeing something incredible.
”You ... how ... you ... I ... you ...”
Master Mumu incoherently ~~ Staring at his eyes, staring at Gu Qingfeng, shouting intermittently: ”You ... impossible ... how possible ... what exactly ... are you ... who?”
Gu Qingfeng didn't stop playing, but just responded lightly: ”It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that your old man saved Gu Sirius' life that year. He has been guilty without seeing you for so long. So ... I came to see you on his behalf this time ... I came a little late, I hope you don't mind ... ”
”No! No! You ... you are not! You are him, you ... are not dead ... you are not really dead ...”
”Not dead ... ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
”Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh since you don't die !!!”
Master Deadwood is crazy, laughing and crying.
(To be continued.)