Isn't it said that the ends of the world are ancient gods, and their masters cannot control them at all? Dongling Qingge is famous on the battlefield with a magic piano from the sea. There are countless enemies who die under the sound of the magic. If it weren't for her master, how could she control it?

Chu Jiangnan said nothing, stood up beside her, and suddenly held her little hand and raised it on the strings of the cape piano.

"What to do?" As soon as he finished asking, Qiqi suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his fingertips. He had already cut a hole in her fingertips with his long finger.

The scarlet blood oozed out from the fingertips and slowly dripped onto the strings. After the drop of blood fell, it was quickly sucked away by the strings.

In just a moment, Qiqi Xin shook and saw the strings slowly sweeping a bright red luster at a speed that the naked eye could see.

It was magical and profound. She didn't have time to ask, and the bright red color had disappeared.

However, the Cape Piano seemed to be alive again. The black and shiny strings emitted a faint string light under the moonlight, and the strings seemed to be given life, with colorful eyes.

Qiqi knew that this colorful light was not visible to everyone. Although he didn't understand it, he had such an idea.

Chu Jiangnan let go of her hand, and her little hand fell on the strings unconsciously. He gently tweaked his fingertips, and the colorful colors sprinkled. The entire pavilion seemed to be suddenly rejuvenated, and there was vitality everywhere.

"Why..." She stroked the strings lightly, feeling too much shock in her heart. Maybe she could figure it out, but she just couldn't believe it.

"You are the real master of the Cape." Chu Jiangnan was still standing beside her. When her shock was suppressed by him, he said: "The Cape is an ancient divine object, not a magic zither. Its magical nature was given by Dongling Qingge. I will let you see its true divine power later. Only its real master can exert its divine power."

With his big palm falling down and buckled her wrist, he said, "Let's go and see you at Master."

Qiqi was a little stunned. Didn’t Meng Zhenren be no longer in the world? How to meet him?

Or, go and see his tombstone?

Qiqi's idea was quickly confirmed, and Chu Jiangnan let her go at the foot of the back mountain of the Nanwang Mansion.

"This is the tomb of Master's clothes. Master's holy body was pushed down from the cliff by Dongling Qingge. I am incompetent and I have been searching for several months but still can't find it." He knelt down in front of the tomb of Master Meng Zhenren, looking at the words "Honor of Master Meng Zhenren on the tombstone, and said indifferently: "Kneel down."

Qiqi didn't even think too much and knelt down beside him.

Anyway, Meng Zhenren is a senior and has passed away, so there is nothing wrong with kneeling down on him.

Qiqi also worships Meng Zhenren, who understands life and death in the legend, knows the past and the present. Ancient metaphysics is sometimes really magical and cannot be explained from a scientific perspective.

It’s just a pity that such an expert was still killed.

"Master had known that he would have such a disaster, so he had already left a letter to me before that." Chu Jiangnan picked up the wine bottle that he had placed here at some time and filled the three neatly arranged cups with full wine.

Qiqi originally wanted to ask why he didn't take the initiative to resolve the disaster, but he was no longer there, so it seems meaningless to ask these questions again.

Her eyes fell on the words on the tombstone. The words on the top were vigorous and powerful, but they were filled with a sad atmosphere. Seeing this, even her heart couldn't help but feel a little cold.

"Toast your master." In a daze, Chu Jiangnan picked up a glass of wine and came to her and signaled her to take it.

Qiqi took the cup and suddenly realized, he said, toast the master?

"Prince..."

"Call senior brother." He looked at her quietly, his eyes calmly, and there was a little seriousness and joy in his indifference: "Master has been looking for you for the rest of his life, but he can't find it until his death. Now that I have found it for him, it's time for you to toast him a good glass of wine."

Qiqi's heart trembled in his heart, but he didn't know how to respond to his words.

The incident happened so suddenly. He said that she was the owner of Haike, and said that Meng Zhenren had searched for her for half her life, but she... knew nothing at all, and she didn't understand either.

"What? Do you want to worship Meng Zhenren as your teacher?" Chu Jiangnan raised his thick sword eyebrows, and finally a hint of displeasure flashed: "You are the disciple chosen by the master. Even if you don't want to, you have to toast this glass of wine and shout this master."

"Uh..." Does that mean a bit of a forced buying and selling?

It’s not that she doesn’t want to be a teacher in Mengzhen. She is naturally happy to have such a powerful master, but the person is no longer there, everything is what he said, what does Mengzhen mean?

Who knows whether he wants it or not? What if he is not happy and goes to her dream to find her at night?

She is really not too brave, but she is afraid of being "floating"!

However, it seems too bad to think about this before the tomb of Meng Zhenren's clothes.

"How?" It's just that one is a god. When he came back to his senses, a Junyan in Chu Jiangnan magnified infinitely in his sight. He was approaching, very close.

"I...what if I dream is not happy..."

"If I say I am happy, my master will definitely be happy." What's more, this is the most regrettable thing that Master regrets throughout his life, how could he not be happy?

Qiqi had no idea what he should say, but he was determined to ask her to be a disciple of Mengzhenren.

In fact, she didn't care much about this kind of thing, so she became a disciple and she didn't lose much.

Thinking of this, he bowed three times, then brought up three glasses of wine one by one, sprinkled respectfully on the ground, and shouted "Master". This apprenticeship ceremony was completed.

Chu Jiangnan took her hand again and walked towards the backyard.

Several times she wanted to say that she would leave without him pulling her. When she thought of the stubborn and domineering heart hidden under her warm and quiet appearance, she swallowed it again and again.

Well, now she is her senior brother, equivalent to half of her elder brother, just hold hands and hold hands. She doesn’t have the awareness of men and women not being able to kiss each other.

As for Chu Jiangnan, he didn't feel anything, but the little hand felt good when he pulled it, so he kept pulling it.

He had always had a dream since he had worshipped Meng Zhenren as his teacher. When his master found his junior sister, he would love their little baby well with his master.

He knew that Dongling Qingge was not, and his master had never agreed to teach Dongling Qingge's piano skills, but he never said in person that she was his apprentice.

In the past, he never understood why his master had to agree to teach Dongling's light singing and piano skills. His master was a paranoid, and he took money very lightly and lived a quiet life.

But now, he thought that he might have figured it out.

The master can understand the opportunity, perhaps because he knows that Dongling Qingge can help him find the real master of Haijiao, his real junior sister.

As for the legend of outsiders, Meng Zhenren has two direct disciples, one of whom is the ninth princess of Jin. Those are just rumors that Dongling Qingge himself has spread. In fact, the master's true piano skills, Dongling Qingge only learned the basics and was not even a beginner.

Back to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, let Qiqi sit down in front of the cape, and he returned to the end of the world by himself and said calmly: "I taught you the song last time, I will try playing it with me now."

Qiqi nodded, his long finger fell on the strings of the piano. His eyes swept across the ends of the earth, and suddenly he saw a withered potted plant on the stone table.

Wanting to remove the potted plant, Chu Jiangnan's long fingers were already gently tweaking the strings.

Qiqi calmed down and ignored everything else, so that he could keep up with his footsteps in the shortest time.

Haijiao really felt an indescribable sense of intimacy with her. Perhaps what he said was true. He was the real master of Haijiao. As for Dongling Qingge, although she committed suicide, she no longer had any sympathy for her after hearing about Meng Zhenren's murder.

The cycle of cause and effect is not about not being retribution, but just that the time has not come.

If one day her hands are covered with blood, will retribution come soon?

"Concentrate." Chu Jiangnan's low voice came from the opposite side.

Although it sounds quiet, you can hear the blame and unhappiness inside.

No matter when, as long as you meet Qin, Prince Nan will always be more serious and serious.

Qiqi didn't dare to think about it anymore, and he picked his fingers gently, and his thoughts gradually fell on the song. Later, even he seemed to have completely entered the world of string sounds and fell deeply.

It was the innocent years of ignorance. The girl held the boy's hand and walked by the beach, or picked up beautiful shells that were occasionally washed up by the waves, or stepped on the waves together, chasing and playing.

In a daze, she looked up at the boy, her curved eyebrows and eyes shining in the sun, which looked very beautiful: "Senior Brother, when will you take me to travel around the world, see the scenery of the world, and taste the delicious food in the world?"

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at her little face that was flushed by the sun. His big palm stroked her cheeks, and his eyes were full of pampering and pity: "When you grow up, my senior brother will take you there."

"A word is certain." She stretched out her little finger and waved in front of him: "We hook, don't lie."

The boy stretched out his little finger and hooked her fingers together. The sunset fell, pulling two long figures on the golden sand. They leaned against each other, held hands, and their hearts seemed to be connected together...

That year, the girl was ten years old and the teenager was eighteen years old.

Qiqi had seen these two people somewhere. They seemed very familiar, but they seemed very strange, but their clothes and dress were different from those of this dynasty.

She wanted to see clearly two steps closer, but when she got closer, the two people disappeared out of thin air.

The beach was still quiet at her feet. After the boy picked up and gave it to the girl, the shell held by the girl was thrown on the golden sand. The sea breeze blew, and it was desolate.

She walked over, bent over and picked it up, and when she held it in her palm, she felt a warm breath in her palm.

The shells seem to be warm, as if they have just been left behind.

However, there were no more boys or girls in sight.

She looked at the calm sea and felt the sea breeze blowing. She suddenly became envious, envious of the girl for having a senior brother who loved her so much. When she agreed to wait until she grew up, she would put aside all the mundane things and travel around the world with her.
Chapter completed!