Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 44

The next day, I deliberately set off for Wudingmen before dawn to avoid meeting Jing Nian.

The yawning Xue Jiajia was quite dissatisfied, but due to the design of the person, he didn't say anything on the way. After arriving at the destination, he pretended to say: "Xiaojiu, don't be so rigid, the task is not the whole of life, you have to learn to use the method of development." Looking at the problem from a different perspective, today is an important day, Shenwu will recognize the master after being summoned, and his grade will have a huge impact on his future practice."

He was right. The rest of the disciples who arrived earlier all looked devout, and they had already started preparing for a series of cumbersome rituals such as cleansing and burning incense.Even if it was me who made up the number of people, I was ordered not to bring cats before going out, and No. 2 was forced to look after the house.

As for Jing Nian, who has not yet been present, he seems to be the most promising candidate for summoning high-level martial arts this year.

"How can I develop? The roads are blocked, you don't expect me to summon something, do you?" I looked at the Wuding Cliff surrounded by immortal energy, and threw a stone down without hearing the echo for a long time. He laughed at himself, "Put a magnet, and the probability of attracting things is greater."

Xue Jiajia was blocked for a long time and couldn't speak. At this time, there was a guqin sound in the distance, like rings, which made people's hearts move.His eyes lit up: "Isn't this a development? What a surprise!"

What the hell?

I followed the sound and saw that the clouds on the blue sky were unwinding, and the golden light was pouring out. The disciples of Wudingmen all flew into the air, closed their eyes, raised their hands above their eyebrows, and the wind in their palms carried the floating clouds to create a ladder.

At the end of the ladder is the source of the sound of the piano. I adjusted my visual sensitivity to the maximum, and vaguely saw that the player who played the piano was a young man. Although he was concentrating on the fingertip string music, his eyes were covered by black satin.

A golden vertical pupil was impressively embroidered on the black satin.

It is exactly the same as in the game interface.

I asked Xue Jiajia for proof: "Could it be that..."

Before Xue Jiajia had time to answer, some disciples exclaimed: "The Prophet! It is really a worthwhile trip to see the Prophet with my own eyes today!"

"What a big fuss, how can you look like a famous disciple? You have forgotten what you are here for today? You, and you, have returned empty-handed for several years in a row. Go to the edge of the cliff and kneel for me to reflect!"

Xue Jiajia sternly slammed the booers away, but he still couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the crowd, so angry that he simply sat down and ignored it.When he calmed down, he cast envious eyes at Yun Yun like the others.

Just as mortals see gods, moths yearn for candlelight.

I shook his shoulders. "Be sober, the opponent is also a player."

Xue Jiajia said despondently: "But the gap is not a star and a half. Leaving aside all the attribute bonuses in the game, and just talking about the Prophet's mastery of the plot, I am the tip of the iceberg, and he is a full-level golden finger."

And the Prophet, who was immersed in the music, was in a commotion for a long time, and it didn't disturb him at all.

He knows everything and is not troubled by worldly affairs, so he chooses to live in seclusion, and his traces remain a mystery.

It is rare to show up with such a big fanfare like today.According to Xue Jiajia, the last time the prophet predicted that there would be a son of heaven in the Cultivation Continent, it was nothing more than gathering the heads of the biggest sects.

Could it be that this time the unfinished prophecy is to be continued?

The prophet did not speak, and no one dared to ask without authorization.

Listening to their conversation, I remembered something, and asked Xue Jiajia: "It is reasonable to say that the prophet should be just a collective name for these players, and it hides their faces. How can we be sure that the last prophecy also came from the same person?"

"It can be distinguished by the sound of the piano. Every prophet plays a different piece of music." Xue Jiajia rested her chin, "Don't ask, just listen carefully."

Naturally, I didn't like his mystification, and asked: "Is there no name taboo?"

"Yes, the name taboo is 'three'."

"3? Using a number as a name? It's too hasty."

After finishing speaking, I froze for a while.

Isn't that the same as me?

I wanted to ask more questions, but Xue Jiajia was so absorbed in the sound of the piano that she stopped responding to me.

Not only that, but the surrounding speculation and discussions were also terminated.

Only the sound of the piano curls up, lingering around the beam, and the rhyme is like lingering catkins, which imperceptibly invades the sea of ​​consciousness and calms the mind.Everyone had a dimpled look on their faces, as if they had given up their lifelong ambitions and finally ascended to Qingyun Fairyland.

cloud?

I suddenly came back to my senses, only to realize that the cloud had unknowingly sunk to my feet, and for a moment I couldn't tell whether I was stepping on solid ground or floating clouds.

Something cold brushed my calf.

Pushing aside the clouds and mist, I found a school of fish swimming along the rhythm of the music. I was curious and wanted to catch them, but they were extremely flexible and escaped through my fingers every time.

After chasing the fish for more than ten steps, a voice suddenly came from the cloud. "Don't go any further, there is a cliff below."

Idle, with a bit of a smile.

In an instant, I felt the other party's powerful spiritual consciousness, covering thousands of miles around, even the sound of insects and falling flowers could not escape the eyes of Dharma, but there was a protective barrier around me, not only did not feel oppressed, but accompanied by the sound of the piano, Soothe your tense nerves a little.

The heart is condensed and released, and it is combined with Wanhua Ming.

"Thank you." I withdrew my toes, thinking it was too dangerous, and almost fell to pieces, but I still tried to make up for myself, "It's all because of the sound of the piano. I have a good sense of direction."

"Yeah." Prophet 'Three' replied softly, "I don't like this song either."

"Then you still play?"

"But for one person, I have pondered until now."

"Who?"

"My fellow Taoist."

"Your Taoist companion is dead?"

Because the Prophet was too cooperative and answered fluently, I didn’t think about what I said, and when I realized it, I realized that I was offending people again.

Not only did he not get angry, but his smile deepened. "No, not dead, just forget me."

"Can Taoist companions forget?"

In this world of cultivating immortals, Taoist couples are equivalent to husband and wife. Once married, they must be loyal to each other by default. Even if one party dies, the other party will usually not find a new love.

I squinted my eyes, and found that the paint on the body of his piano was a bit dull, as if it had aged. The owner of the piano must have recited the tune countless times in his heart for a long time, so that he could play it smoothly even with his eyes blindfolded. .

I couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic, and comforted me: "Then you should be more careful next time, and don't be let down by a ruthless woman again."

"He's not a woman."

"Uh...Anyway, thin lovers are hateful, regardless of gender." I smoothed things over.

"It's not hateful." He gracefully raised his left thumb and replaced it with his ring fingers to kneel on the strings. Over the waterfall.

The man's deep voice was hidden behind it, hazy and indistinct. "After the game is cleared and restarted, the data will be cleared. Of course, the NPC can't remember the player."

This time I was at a loss for words, so I could only say dryly: "I don't know much about games."

"It's okay, we can talk about something else." He asked in a relaxed tone, "Have you ever dreamed?"

"Did...a little bit."

"Then tell me, who and what did you dream about?"

My face suddenly turned red and white, half ashamed and dreamy, half with ominous premonition, although I couldn't explain clearly, but my intuition urged me to avoid him.

"I don't want to talk about this...no...I don't want to talk about anything else, I'm leaving."

"Wait." The man's voice sank, and the golden pupils on the black forging were shining brightly. He said leisurely, "It's not up to you to decide whether to go or stay."