Seemingly moving forward at will, Heiyuan chose with purpose.

After entering the ninth floor of the treasure hall, a voice kept ringing in his ears. When he went to look for it, the voice mysteriously disappeared.

I walked and stopped, looking for it, and found that faint and faint sound that was much clearer.

Something was calling him.

This voice gave him a sense of familiarity, but where is the Black Clan's treasure hall Tiantangku? Any treasure collected here can make people crazy, and they will not hesitate to kill people and steal goods.

...Could that treasure have something to do with my parents?... Heiyuan followed Fatty Shouhua Wuxian to select from the treasury, but he was thinking about the origin of that sound.

"Huatang Shou, I would like to ask a question."

Future Buddha stopped and replied with a smile: "If you have any questions, just ask."

"My friend got a replica of an ancient artifact before, called Lei Chi. He needs to work hard to identify the owner. I think all the treasures here have had owners. If I choose the same one, how can I erase the information of the original owner?"

This question is a good idea.

Hua Wuwu explained in a deep voice: "We usually call spiritual weapons that require a lot of effort to identify their masters, but artifacts are also divided into strong and weak ones. According to their abilities, they are divided into four categories: immortal, divine, peerless, and mortal. What we just said

The Qinglong Yanyue Sword you saw is of divine quality. What your friend got is an imitation of the real divine weapon, so it is only of ordinary quality."

"For a divine weapon, the treasure has enlightened the mind, in other words, it has a weapon spirit. When its owner dies or takes the initiative to erase the spirit of the sacred weapon, it can be passed on to the second person. But the new owner needs to use the spirit essence

Only by sacrificing artifacts can the dead artifact spirits be slowly condensed again. But the artifact spirits at that time were completely different from the artifact spirits before."

"You can understand it as the death of the weapon spirit."

"But there are exceptions, and that is the artifacts above the divine level. The artifact spirit of the divine artifact already has its own personality and extremely high intelligence. Even if the owner unfortunately dies, the artifact spirit will only be damaged, rather than completely destroyed. This way

The artifact has the ability to choose its owner independently."

Heiyuan's eyes lit up, he probably guessed the origin of that shout.

A certain artifact with only residual memories was calling him.

What exactly is Lingwu? Heiyuan speculated silently in his mind.

Hua Wuxian didn't know that the boy had countless ideas in his mind, so he took him slowly to visit Tianku.

The Tianku is really big and has a lot of collections. Some of the treasures have never even been heard of.

In order to save time, Heiyuan simply ignored the treasures that had nothing to do with him and left in a hurry, greatly shortening the selection speed.

"Come on, come on."

The sounds in his ears became clearer and clearer, and Heiyuan couldn't help but speed up his pace. After turning around a scene, he saw the Lingwu who called him.

When he saw that Lingwu, Heiyuan's eyes were bright.

"Kadoshou, what is that?"

A piece of broken wood was scattered in front of an isolated grave, and the strings were broken. Weeds regenerated in front of the grave, and the surroundings were desolate and quiet.

The scene that originally seemed lonely and lonely seemed to have a brighter color due to the arrival of the black abyss.

"Xiao Yuan, have you heard the story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi?"

Could it be?...The black abyss suppressed a huge surprise.

The story of Boya breaking his harp to worship his close friend is in elementary school textbooks. How could Heiyuan not know about it?

"Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi were close friends. They met to listen to the piano at a certain place during the Mid-Autumn Festival of the following year. A year later, Boya arrived as scheduled, but could not wait for his good friend Ziqi. Later, he learned that his friend wanted to

, Boya came to Ziqi’s tomb and broke the guqin that had been with him for many years. Later generations used stories between them to express their friendship.”

"This Qin is the one that Yu Boya broke into pieces in front of Ziqi's grave."

Heiyuan was a harp player, and the Gu Feng in his hand was a banana-tail guqin. The harp used by Yu Boya naturally attracted his attention.

"Do you want to choose this piano as a gift?"

"What is the problem?"

"The spirit of this harp is dead. The treasure appraiser of the treasure hall has appraised it many times. This harp has lost its spiritual energy. Even if you re-sacrifice it, it will not become a sacred instrument again. You have to think carefully."

"What Kado Mamoru means is that this piano did not reach the divine level in the first place?"

"No, this guqin is definitely of divine quality. It's just that Yu Boya's heart for the qin was already dead. Not only did he break the guqin, but he also erased the instrument of the guqin.

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The spirit has been completely wiped out, and this piano is now just an empty shell."

Heiyuan felt strange and asked: "Since there is only an empty shell left, why is it still stored in Tianku?"

"Hahaha," Fatty Shou laughed, and immediately explained: "Who said that Lingwu must be a divine weapon before it can be stored in Tianku? This piano is very meaningful."

Heiyuan Zheng paused, his face suddenly turned red. The court guardian Hua Wuwu bowed his hands and apologized.

"No, no, no, there are many people who think similarly to you."

One thing Heiyuan is right about is that the instrument spirit of this harp should still be there. The reason why Baotang's treasure appraisers have failed to identify it many times can only mean that the instrument spirit is extremely weak or it does not want to be identified.

It is waiting for the arrival of the destined person.

After thinking about this clearly, Hei Yuan's heart became even warmer.

He stepped forward carefully, and first knelt in front of Zhong Ziqi's grave, kowtowing to this senior.

"Senior, junior Heiyuan, Lingwu Gufeng, I came here today to see the tomb of senior, and I will play a song for you for senior Boya."

Under the scorching gaze of Fatty Shou, Heiyuan took out Lingwu Gufeng from the abyss space.

When he saw his master, Gu Feng immediately sensed the spirit of his predecessor, Boya Qin, and trembled with excitement. Instead of flying around his master three times like in the past, he hovered directly on Boya Qin without plucking the strings.

And ring, making a dull and sad sound.

"This..." Hua Wuwu was stunned. He suddenly realized something and started calling people excitedly.

In Tianku, there is a special way to call people by lottery.

Upon hearing the call, the two deputy hall guards and seven appraisers came quickly and surrounded Hua Wuxian.

"What is going on?" an appraiser asked doubtfully.

Hua Wuwu said in a trembling voice: "As you can see, the instrument spirit of Boya Qin is still alive."

"Impossible!" The appraiser was very excited. The artifact spirit of Bo Yaqin is still alive. Doesn't it mean that his appraisal skills are not good? How could he bear this?

Immediately, an appraiser agreed. "Tang Shou, is it too hasty to judge that Boya Qin is alive and well just based on the behavior of an ordinary artifact?"

"Yes, yes, how many times have we identified this Bo Yaqin, but there is no reaction at all. How can it still be alive?"

The appraisers were unconvinced.

This Qin is at least 2,500 years old, and they are not the only ones who have appraised it. In the history of Baotang, there has never been any record of appraisers identifying the Boya Qin as still alive. Why are they suddenly said to be alive?

Isn't that a joke?

"Believe it or not, we don't believe it."

"But how do you explain the behavior of that lonely phoenix?"

The lonely phoenix of Black Abyss has just entered the ranks of divine artifacts, and is just an ordinary member of the mortal realm. Although his intelligence is high, he is still a child in the kindergarten of artifact spirits.

"Tch, it's hard to guess what the little baby is thinking. It's normal to see his senior pay homage."

"I said Huatang Shou, you must have been pecked in the eye by an eagle."

"You even called us here specifically. Do you know how many appraisal tasks we have..."

Before he finished speaking, the appraiser leader bit his tongue.

The lonely phoenix hung above Boya's harp and played a heartbreakingly sad tune. Later, it fell into the hands of Heiyuan. Immediately, the artistic conception of "the mountains are as tall as Mount Tai" and "the oceans are like rivers" flowed.

out.

What is surprising is not the young man's piano skills, but the Boya piano that was judged to be dead.

It comes alive!

A piece of music played by a string has almost come to an end. On the side of Mount Li, the wind still blows.

Everyone was so mesmerized by the sound of the piano that they forgot where they were. They all saw the scene of Yu Boya throwing the piano and crying in the grave.

A guest outside the door brings his harp, and it’s like we’re reunited from ancient times.

The two harps sing in harmony.

The strings of Boya Qin have long been broken, the sound has become dry, and the body of the instrument has decayed. What is surprising is that the spirit of the instrument jumped out of the instrument body in Gu Feng's "High Mountains and Flowing Waters".

The illusory weapon spirit stopped in front of Gu Feng and its owner, looking down at them.

This person actually reached the highest level of music at this time.

"This..." Before everyone could wake up from the surprise, they saw Boya breaking the strings and reconnecting them, and the piano body was reshaped.

A guqin jumped in the air intact, and I was extremely happy.

"Do you want to come with me?" The ancient song ended, and Heiyuan stood up holding Gu Feng.

Boya Weiwei in the sky
To be continued...