Chapter 404 Seventh-order kin Master

Magic Cloud Sect, Illusion Hall. More than 2,000 people who came before have already left more than half. Most of the people who stayed were because there were their companions among the fifty-nine martial emperors sitting in front of the stone statue.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the golden light connecting the futon in the void became more and more intense. The people wrapped in the golden light were almost as if they were asleep, without any movement.

Yueer, Fei Ze, Gu Yun, Gu Chao and his party are also waiting patiently. After all, they have also heard of this more abstract inheritance power, but have never encountered it. What is the situation of those 60 people now? What has Cheng Yu, Cheng Han and what has Cheng Xia encountered now? No one knows. The only thing I can do is to wait patiently.

There is a trace of complex emotion in Yueer's beautiful eyes. I don't know why, she always feels that the current situation of Xia is not very good. Although his expression has not changed.

"I should have thought too much." Yue'er's red lips moved slightly and muttered softly.

In the process of waiting, Yueer has been paying attention to the every move of the two Emperors of Wu in the Taixu Palace. They have no action for the time being, but in her opinion, it may not be time to do it...

At this time, Xia was still in the pavilion, sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing the divine piano in his hand. The sky was still dark, and the deafening thunder came with heavy rain.

There are cheerful flowing streams on the ground, and there is no one around, only Jiangxia himself. Relatives, lovers, and friends disappeared somehow, and there was a subtle change in Xia's mood. The whole person seemed to be integrated into the sound of his piano. Missing, sadness, worry, and responsibility turn into melodious music, as if to touch the heartstrings of young people.

"Alas!" Suddenly, a sigh came from the air without any concealment. Jiang Xia trembled slightly and subconsciously stopped playing in her hand, but her eyes were closed, as if feeling whether the sigh was real or illusory.

"You can't break through the shackles of unhappiness."

The male voice of the magnetic surname came from the real voice, which suddenly opened Xia's eyes. It was a middle-aged man in his forties with handsome facial features in his pupils. The man was suspended in mid-air, and his body emitted a bright and dark white light, and his body looked extremely illusory.

"Who are you?" Jiang Xia almost called out in fear, especially feeling that the other party seemed to have seen it somewhere. He forcibly suppressed the surprise in his heart, tried to recall, stammered and said, "Yes, stone statue, are you the stone statue of the hall?"

"Hehe, what an interesting little guy." The man smiled faintly, and his tone was calm. "You can see that you call me Mo Yunmui."

"Moyun Extinction?" Jiang Xia swallowed a mouthful of water fiercely, and the answer in his heart was affirmed. There was no doubt that the other party was the suzerain of the Moyun Sect. However, more thoughts came to my mind, "Aren't you dead? Why are you here?"

"Are you dead?" Mo Yunmo raised his head, muttered this sentence, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, I'm really dead. What you see now is just a regret that I left in those years!"

"Unfortunatement? What is that?"

"Hmm!" Mo Yunshi nodded, looked at the other party's confused appearance, and explained casually, "It's the same as the remnant soul. You don't have to delve into it."

"Oh!" Seeing that the other party did not want to harm himself, he began to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind. What can be sure is that he is still in the hall of illusion, but he can't figure out how he can come here. Especially when he encounters the remnants of the clouds, the leap of his thoughts makes him a little difficult to turn.

Mo Yun's eyes looked at General Xia with a little deep meaning, and then pointed to the Shenqin in the other party's hand, "That's the combination of forgetfulness, Aoyue and the demon, right?"

Xia was shocked and sighed secretly. The other party could see this and answered honestly, "Yes."

"Can you show me?"

"This?"

"Ha ha, you don't have to worry that I will rob your Shenqin. Now you are just in an illusion, and the real Shenqin is still in the storage ring of your body. Just think it's like a dream. When the dream wakes up, all this disappears.

"So that's it." Xia nodded as if he didn't understand. To be honest, he is still in a state of confusion. After calming down, he got up and picked up the divine piano and handed it to the other party, "Senior."

Mo Yunji smiled slightly, and his palm moved slightly. The divine piano in Xia's hand couldn't help being sucked into his hand. "Good piano, it's really a good piano. Even my ice flame divine piano in those years is probably not as powerful as this divine piano."

"Ice flame? Is it the sixth on the artifact list? He blurted out Xia.

"Hmm!" Mo Yunhen nodded and admitted it. Then he laid the divine piano in his hand in front of him. A touch of fanaticism gushed out of his slightly illusory face, and his lips moved slightly, as if he were talking to himself, "I haven't played the piano for a long time. I really miss it."

"Ef?" Jiang Xia Xian was stunned and asked in surprise, "Senior, are you also a pianist?"

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Yun slowly closed his eyes, and his hands flat on the strings began to beat gently. The strings came out, like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

Xia's body and mind couldn't help shaking, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were full of thick and unbelievable. Although the other party did not make a slight of power fluctuation when playing, it gave the feeling of general summer like an indescrimable mountain.

Mo Yun's flexible fingers are not playing, but playing with strings. The soft movement is like silky silk brushing a woman's skin. It's like the breeze blowing in March, containing the breath of new life.

He closed Xia's eyes and was immersed in the sound of the piano. Breathing becomes soft, unconsciously open the arms, and feel the oncoming delicacy.

The rain has stopped and the thunder has stopped. The dark clouds began to disperse, and the warm sunshine poured down. The water vapor on the ground evaporates and slowly rises a faint layer of white fog.

Birds sing happily on the branches, and butterflies and bees fly in the flowers. Clear air rushed towards me. Jiang Xia can clearly feel the changes in the surrounding environment, and at this time, his mood is also changing.

Mo Yun extinguished a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help speeding up the rhythm of playing the piano. Stretching Xia's eyebrows, as if receiving some kind of information, there seemed to be a rushing force in his body to break out of the cocoon.

The soft sound of the piano began to turn high, listening to my ears. Sometimes the sea tide hits the reef to form waves, and sometimes the eagle spreads its wings and soars in the sky. No matter what kind of picture it is, it brings the same feeling to summer. Put down the distracting thoughts, my heart flies.

"Put down the distracting thoughts, my heart flies. Put down the distracting thoughts, and my heart is flying.

Boom! Suddenly, there was a restlessness in the space, followed by a strong pianist's momentum in Xia's body, which was definitely higher than that of the sixth-order pianist.

A little satisfied smile poured out of Xia's face, and the speed of Moyun's playing began to slow down, from fast to slow, from strong to light, from high to low, and finally slowly disappeared.

At the end of the song, Xia opened her eyes and looked around the world. There were dark clouds just now, and there was a storm. It has been changed to sunshine, birds and flowers. He exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable.

"Congratulations on becoming a seventh-order harp master." Mo Yun had a smile on his face, and there was an indescribable appreciation in his eyes.

With unconcealed excitement on Xia's face, he immediately bent his legs and made a big salute to the other party. "Senior, please break through the Tianqin master under your guidance, please bear the boy's worship."

"Ha ha, don't be polite. I'm just giving you a little reminder." Mo Yunji waved his hand and pushed the Shenqin in his hand back to General Xia.

Take Xia back casually, stand up, feel the peaceful atmosphere around him, and his brain is much clearer. "Senior, why do I meet you here?"

"My regrets have always been in this hall of illusion. When I saw you coming here to seize the inheritance, I just wanted to be a bystander, but later I saw that your inner world was so dark that I was interested in coming out to talk to you."

"Is my inner world very dark?" Jiang Xia was a little stunned.

"It's not only dark, it's simply black." A touch of solemnity gushed out from Moyun's eyebrows, and said in a serious tone, "The illusion hall I built can peep into a person's inner world. And when you accept the power of inheritance, you have to communicate with me in this hall of illusion, so your inner world is exposed to me without reservation.

"Me?" Jiang Xia's face changed, so that all his ideas were not fully known.

Before Xia opened his mouth, Mo Yunshi continued to laugh and said, "But you don't have to worry too much. I'm just a regret. At most, I can stay in the world for less than half a year, and it will disappear. The secret in your heart is just to let a dead man know.

Jing Xia was silent, not because his heart was peeped at, but when he heard the other party say that he was about to disappear, he couldn't help but feel a little regret and frustrated.

Although it is just a small emotional change, Mo Yunmui still noticed the same. Looking at Xiang Xia's eyes became soft, "Jing Xia, your world is not only black, but also too much concern, too much responsibility, too much confusion. So you can't tell where you are going next? I don't know where the next direction in your life is?"

Xia's eyes obviously fluctuated violently. The other party hit his Achilles' heel. He really didn't know where to go and where was the next direction? What is the goal of life? This is extremely terrible for a young man in his twenties.

"Senior, what should I do? What else can I do?"

"Ha ha, I can't answer this question. But you may understand that in this cruel world, only strength is the supreme way.