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Chapter Eight Midnight Sound of the Piano

The crescent moon hung high in the sky, and its dim moonlight illuminated the entire earth.

This is the back garden of Jieyin Villa, with the shadows of flowers, plants and trees reflected on the grass.

Following the shadows of flowers, trees and soft grass, Ling Luoyu walked slowly in the garden.

Ling Luoyu believed that under the current situation, Mu Yi and the others would definitely work together with him.

At this moment, Ling Luoyu suddenly stopped.

Because Ling Luoyu vaguely heard a burst of elegant piano sound that passed directly into his ears. The piano sound was elegant and sweet, with a long history, and went straight into his heart.

Sad, unwilling...

The faint sound of the piano actually made Ling Luoyu feel that his emotions were beating constantly with the gentle music of the piano.

"Who is still playing the piano at this time?" Ling Luoyu sighed softly.

Following the direction from which the sound of the piano came, Ling Luoyu walked slowly.

The back garden of Jieyin Villa is not big. As Ling Luoyu moves slowly, the sound of the piano becomes clearer and clearer.

Passing through a grove, behind the grove is a flower garden.

August is when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and chrysanthemums are the most common in this flowerbed. Under the dim moonlight, you can vaguely see colorful chrysanthemums blooming in full bloom.

Surrounded by chrysanthemums, there is an exquisite and small monastery. Not far in front of the monastery, a white figure is holding an antique piano and stroking it. As the white figure's fingers quickly fall,

Waves of sweet piano sounds spread rapidly in all directions.

Ling Luoyu stopped behind a cluster of golden chrysanthemums not far from the white figure.

Ling Luoyu also knows how to play the piano, and Ling Luoyu's playing skills are also extraordinary.

Even so, compared to the sound of the person in front of him, Ling Luoyu did not think that his piano skills were better than the person in front of him.

Where can I find a true friend?

Perhaps, for those who play the piano, Ling Luoyu is the one who knows the music!

When playing the qin, avoid interference from external objects. Ling Luoyu knew this, so he stopped, and he had to stop. Because Ling Luoyu was afraid of disturbing the person who was playing the qin, and he was afraid that he would never be able to listen again because of his abruptness.

Such a beautiful piano sound.

This sound can only be heard in the sky, and can only be heard in the human world several times. At this time, Ling Luoyu gently closed his eyes, and he was completely intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

The joy of childhood, the love of his parents, the severe pain when the Jiuyang Juemai attacks... all of them flashed in front of Ling Luoyu's eyes as the notes of the piano kept beating.

Suddenly the sound of the piano disappeared, and Ling Luoyu slowly opened his eyes. The flower garden was still the same flower garden, and the jingshe was still the same jingshe. Unfortunately, the person playing the fiddle had completely disappeared.

Ling Luoyu looked at the closed door of the monastery and hesitated for a long time. Finally, Ling Luoyu gave up the idea of ​​visiting.

If the sun were rising now, Ling Luoyu would definitely pay a visit. Unfortunately, there is no red sun now, only a crescent moon.

Back in his room, Ling Luoyu couldn't sleep peacefully for a long time. His mind was filled with the white figure and the sound of the piano that sounded like fairy music.

Ling Luoyu didn't know what the person playing the piano looked like. He didn't even know whether the person playing the piano was a boy or a girl. Ling Luoyu didn't know either.

Although the distance between him and the man playing the piano was not very far, Ling Luoyu did not know any martial arts, and his eyesight was no different from that of ordinary people. Under the hazy moonlight, all Ling Luoyu could see was a figure and a white streak.

Just a figure.

I wonder if the person who plays the piano plays the piano every night? Should I go visit the person who plays the piano tomorrow during the day...

Lying on the bed, Ling Luoyu kept thinking in his mind, and his eyelids slowly began to become heavy...

"Bang...Bang...Bang...Mr. Ling..."

It was Mu Yi's voice, and Ling Luoyu jumped up from the bed.

Seeing that the dazzling sunlight had shone through the gaps in the window lattice and there were white shadows everywhere in the room, Ling Luoyu quickly put on his gown, slightly arranged his fluffy hair, and opened the door.

Outside the room, Chen Kong, Mu Yi, Han Xiao, and Qin Ling'er were already waiting outside the door. When they saw the door open, the four of them strode into the room and each found a chair to sit down.

Looking at Ling Luoyu's sleepy eyes, Qin Ling'er smiled sweetly and said: "Master Ling, it's already three o'clock in the morning, why haven't you slept well? This is not the Master Ling I know!"

Ling Luoyu was startled for a moment, then regained his calm demeanor in an instant, and said slowly: "I was delayed because of some things last night and kept everyone waiting for a long time. Luo Yu would like to excuse me from everyone!"

Mu Yi glanced at Ling Luoyu and said calmly: "I believe we don't need to elaborate on the purpose of the four of us coming. With Master Ling's intelligence, we should be able to guess it!"

Ling Luoyu nodded slightly and said: "You guys came to me so early today. I believe that everyone should have considered what I told you last night!"

Han Xiao nodded and said coldly: "Yes, now that we have entered the Jieyin Villa, according to what Mr. Ling said, we have no way to retreat. Only if we all work together can we have a chance of survival!

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Ling Luoyu smiled softly and said: "That's good, I also believe that you all are sensible people!"

Qin Ling'er looked at Ling Luoyu and hesitated to speak.

However, Qin Ling'er's expression fell in Ling Luoyu's eyes. Ling Luoyu smiled slightly and said: "Sister Qin family, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. Since everyone has decided to work together, Luo Yu will definitely tell you everything!"

Qin Ling'er straightened her body and said: "Since Mr. Ling said so, little sister should say it clearly! There is one thing that little sister doesn't understand. Are there really gods in this world? I wonder if Mr. Ling knows this.

How powerful are the so-called great supernatural beings in the villa? Are they gods?"

Ling Luoyu pondered for a while and said slowly: "Whether they are gods or not, Luo Yu doesn't know, but it is said that the great magical power of the villa can be said to fly to the sky and escape the earth, and can do anything to control the wind and rain, but this is all in

I saw it in an ancient book, but Luo Yu has never seen it before, so I’m not sure whether it’s like this!"

Hearing this, Mu Yi frowned, took a breath of air, and said: "Call the wind and rain? Fly into the sky and escape from the earth? How sure are you?"

Ling Luoyu nodded slightly and said: "Yes, according to what the book said, it is indeed true. Even my guess is at least eight levels of certainty that it is true!"

"Someone is coming in!" At this moment, Chen Kong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted in a low voice.

"Bang...bang...bang..." there was a knock on the door.

Ling Luoyu stepped forward and opened the door to the room. The door opened, and two men in green clothes with solemn expressions stood outside the door.

Ling Luoyu smiled faintly and said, "What do you two want?"

The man in Tsing Yi on the left said coldly: "That's right, I'm here to meet some of you tonight. I hope to arrive on time! I'll let you know first, and I'll invite you again in the evening!" After saying that, the two men in Tsing Yi suddenly turned around and said:

Their legs were arched and they were shot out straight like arrows. Their postures were like arrows shot out, and their speed was as fast as arrows.

"Today is only the 22nd of July, and there are still about ten days before the eighth day of August. Why do you have to pick up the wind for us?" Hearing this, Mu Yi was slightly startled.

Ling Luoyu shook his head and said: "I don't know this either, maybe I will have the answer tonight!"


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