Yan Yan did not disturb Canghua playing the piano and sat down quietly opposite him.
At the end of the song, Canghua fell lightly and knocked his palms to stop the sound. At the same time, the zither of Qingmu's power also dissipated between his fingers.
Canghua reached out and picked up the tea in front of him and said lightly: "It's true that there is some origin."
Yan Yan could hear the overtone in Canghua's words in his ears and asked quickly: "What is this child's identity?"
Canghua: "From the song, I can only hear that this person is also one of the tribes of the Styx River in the West, and comes from the same territory as Mahaloka. However, his title is probably not as Mahaloka. Mahaloka
The time I suddenly appeared, probably because I realized his identity.”
Yan Yan: "No wonder this monster insists on eating his soul. It's really a great thing to nourish."
Cang Hua: "You failed to convince him today. What are you going to do next?"
Yan Yan spread the old mulan branch on the niche platform, and Ge You, who had a standard posture, lay down: "I think of another way. This child doesn't want to be a bait. I can't go against his filial piety. What else can I do? I can't do it.
Let's tie someone up."
"Puchi!" Deng Wenming, not far away, giggled.
Yan Yan was in a bad mood and glared at him.
Canghua's eyes were calm: "Maybe, you can try to take him back and have a look."
Yan Yan shuddered and sat up straight: "Go back? Where to go?"
"Dingbang dingbang... Go back, where else can I go back? Otherwise, will I go back to my parents' home? So stupid...Dingbang dingbang..."
Lieshanding jumped over with four short legs and suddenly said something.
Yan Yan frowned: "Go back?"
She obviously still didn't fully understand the meaning of Lieshan Ding.
Lieshanding shook his big head in the square: "Don't he want to protect his mother and everyone? But these people have actually died long ago, right?"
Yan Yan immediately corrected: "The Chen family's wife was not dead, and the Master and the Storyteller were not dead either."
Lieshanding rolled his eyes to the sky: "I think you chatted with that child for a while, but it didn't affect the other person's children, but instead asked the other person's children to affect you."
After scolding, Lieshan Ding gently poked Yan Yan's forehead with a corner and said, "Why are you doing this? This child is so kind, you let him see that the entire Hundu Town was killed by a big monster.
Can he not touch the process at all?"
"Since you can't convince him, just let him see the truth with your own eyes! This is not the same as if you were giving him steamed buns, you were stupid!"
Yan Yan's forehead, which was poked with a round red mark, suddenly flashed and shining: "Hey, what Lao Ding said makes sense, this idea is good! Hey, your pig iron lump head is still
Very smart!"
"Dingbang Dingbang... Who is the one who casts iron? We call Hunyuan Iron, do you understand the innate spiritual iron?" Lieshanding's tone was almost overflowing when he spoke.
Yan Yan patted Lieshanding's big head and praised with a smile: "Well! That's right, the smartest pig iron lump in the world!"
"It's not a cast iron lump! I'll emphasize it again, dingbang dingbang..."
Yan Yan held the Lieshan Ding in his two soft and fair hands, and the old Ding could not catch a fire.
Yan Yan's attention had turned to Canghua: "But my current cultivation level has not yet been activated to return to the past space magic, so I can't take him back to see the past."
If she could have gone back long ago, why would it take such a big effort?
Canghua glanced at her arm with calm purple eyes; "Maybe you can consider letting Mahaloga help you."
This proposal surprised Yan Yan. She subconsciously looked down at Mahaloka who was lying on her arm.
I don’t know if it was because of Cang Hua’s reminder or the illusion she had made herself, but when her eyes fell on Mahaloka, she seemed to hear a seemingly silence.
She suddenly felt that if she did this, maybe...
Can be successful!
In the evening, she locked herself in the inn room, and Yan Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, and the piano transformed by Mahaloga floated in front of her.
Yan Yan's fingers gently hooked the seven-strings, plucked and rounded...
But if someone is next to you now, you will find that Yan Yan's eyes are actually in a free state of emptiedness.
She is actually distracted.
She was thinking about the suggestion that Canghua gave her and took Chen Zhen back to the past with Mahaloga.
Canghua just reminded her that she could ask Mahaloka to help, but she did not teach her how to help.
This is really a very difficult problem.
Although Yan Yan knew that Mahaloka's spiritual power was much stronger than her, she had to go back to the past and only her space power could do it. This was actually nothing to do with Mahaloka's own spiritual power.
Substantive connection.
Mahaloga's spiritual power is powerful, and it is easy to use when fighting at most, and it will give her greater help.
For example, she often turned into a big snake like a hill before, helping her successfully scare opponents who don’t know her background.
But she has to do this kind of hard work that requires real skills to travel through time and space by herself, and even Mahaloga can travel through Chen Zhen’s dreams, she borrows her space power.
...
Just as Yan Yan was distracted, she accidentally pressed on the fingertips of the fifth string and suddenly was bounced by the trembling of the string.
Yan Yan's thoughts wandering outside the sky were instantly pulled back to reality by this movement.
Her eyes fell on the silver piano in front of her, and then she saw the string she held on the piano gently plucking.
But only the Wuxian made a long scattering sound, and then there was no other movement.
Yan Yan thought it was about to play music again, so she stared at the piano with anticipation for a while.
It turned out that Mahaloga had just moved a string and had no intention of playing the song.
Yan Yan frowned: "Just say a word, you might not be distracted just to interrupt me."
"Hongzheng——"
As soon as she finished speaking, the quiet four and seventh strings on the piano surface suddenly rang twice in turn, as if responding to Yan Yan's words.
Yan Yan stared at Mahaloga in surprise: "Can you understand what I say?"
"Hongzheng——"
The four and seventh strings sounded one after another, exactly the same as the response sound just now.
If Mahaloga's response just now was accidental, Yan Yan was sure this time that it was answering him.
If the sound just now was equivalent to "yes", then if the exact same syllable was issued this time, it would clearly answer her questions.
"Can you understand what I say? That's great!" Yan Yan excitedly gently buckled his hand on the strings.
"Ding Lingling——"
The string sound trembled gently again, and Mahaloga actually used her hand gently on the string to make a series of brisk and ethereal presses.
This time Yan Yan completely believed it.
Mahaloga was talking to her in music in its own way, which shows that it could indeed understand her words and respond accordingly.
Yan Yan thought for a while and asked, "You called me just now. Is there a solution to Chen Zhen's case?