Magic!

Jiang Dali stared at Murong Qingqing's face, which looked extremely strange and evil after taking off the mask, with a moved expression.

The other party's originally fair and smooth cheeks were now as if a crazy makeup artist had painted an extremely weird, wanton, and flamboyant image with a dark-toned brush.

The eyebrows that were originally as gentle as two willow leaves were now flying into the temples like demonic wings.

The lips that were originally as smooth as cherries now turned purple and black.

Even his eyes sometimes flashed with a heart-stopping evil intention and coldness.

The original beautiful face and gentle temperament become full of evil charm and enchantment.

Even the heart-stopping demonic nature that hit me was so clear.

At this moment, Jiang Dali noticed that the nails on Murong Qingqing's slender hands were all purple and black, with a faint evil aura.

"Is this caused by the Demonic Piano? That piano actually has the power to change a person?"

Jiang Dali was slightly surprised and stared at the guzheng on the table behind him.

There is no doubt that it is just an ordinary guzheng, not the Tianmo Qin.

"The Tianmo Qin is indeed full of terrifying demonic qualities that can change people's minds... But as long as you can keep your heart unchanged at all times, you will not be eroded by the demonic qualities and become a madman who will not recognize your relatives."

Murong Qingqing walked slowly and said, looking at Jiang Dali with bright eyes, "The reason why Qingqing did not go out to greet him is because he can only control his demonic nature for the time being. Once he cannot control it, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Qin Xin? Restrain the devil...?"

Jiang Dali suddenly nodded.

Understand that the so-called Qin Xin should be a state of practice or state of mind of the Tian Qin Sect, similar to Cihang Jingzhai’s clear sword heart.

This kind of state of mind is the most conducive to understanding the realm of heaven and man. It often makes it easier for people to get closer to the nature of heaven and earth, to communicate with heaven and man, and to overcome obstacles in the realm.

Murong Qingqing took out a jade box from her waist and said, "Originally, my master taught me the Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon and the Music of Heavenly Demons, and helped me understand the heart of the piano and step into the realm of heaven and human beings. This is to support me with all my strength."

Stabilize the position of the head of the Tianqin Sect.

But unfortunately, during the process of passing on the throne, the two elders I sent to guard the Tianmo Qin were infected by the demonic nature, which led to a bloody battle.

After that bloody battle, the demonic nature of Tian Mo Qin was completely released.

The remaining demonic nature in my body is what I left behind in that battle when I tried to control the Heavenly Demonic Qin."

With that said, she handed the jade box to Jiang Dali, "This is the jade cicada that Master Jiang Zhai once lent to me. Now it has returned to its original owner. I also keep my promise and am willing to do three things for Master Jiang Zhai."

Jiang Dali frowned and took the jade box containing the jade cicada, saying, "My original intention is that you bring the Heavenly Demonic Qin and use the power of the Heavenly Demonic Qin to help me achieve my goals.

But now, even though you are a heavenly being, but you don’t have the Demonic Qin, you still don’t know if you can help me.”

Murong Qingqing smiled in surprise.

Such a look would never appear on her face.

But when this look appeared at this time, people almost forgot its original gentle and elegant image, and it looked quite sharp and majestic, which reminded Jiang Dali of Dongfang Invincible.

"To be honest, Tian Mo Qin was taken away by the two elders I sent who were infected with demonic nature.

Those two elders had greatly increased their strength after being infected by the demonic nature, and they were holding the Heavenly Demonic Qin. Therefore, I was no match for them that day, so I could only let them leave.

If you happen to send me a message later, I will return to Leshan to wait for you."

"oh?"

Jiang Dali stared at Murong Qingqing and nodded, "So, it seems you want me to help you get the Heavenly Demonic Qin back?"

Murong Qingqing said, "That's right. After much thought, among the people I know, you are the only one who has such strength, Master Jiangzhai, and no one else can."

She smiled slightly, revealed her two wine dimples, pulled out a chair, and said: "Master Jiang, please sit down and let Qingqing offer you a glass of wine.

At the same time, I will play a song for you to let you hear how strong Qingqing is now, and I will not disappoint you."

"Oh? It's a rare piece of music that can keep me, a rough guy like me who doesn't know music, from being disappointed."

Jiang Dali sat down leisurely, picked up the wine glass, and poured the strong wine from Murong Qingqing's slender hand holding a flask.

Murong Qingqing's body turned slightly, entered the bead curtain, walked to the zither and sat down.

Looking out the window at the green mountains in the distance, and thinking of the woman I saw that day, a trace of sadness flashed through my heart, and I sang softly in my mouth.

"My white hair hangs three thousand feet in the air, and I smile at everything in the world. What can make the public happy?"

I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I expected Qingshan to see me this way..."

Singing and chanting softly like this.

"Ding ding dong dong!"

The sound of the kite sounded leisurely.

At first it was barely audible, like gurgling spring water, but suddenly it exploded, filling the house, and even resounded outside the courtyard, wandering around.

In an instant, no one could tell where the zither sound came from.

Maybe it comes from everyone’s heart?

Bai Ting, Yin Feng and others who were in the courtyard were also involuntarily fascinated by the music and gradually became addicted to it.

At this moment, it seemed as if all the sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only the sound of tinkling.

"Dong ding dong..."

The sound of the zheng is melodious and clear, with a bit of sadness, like a sad girl confiding her feelings to her best friend.

Sometimes it is soothing as a flowing spring, sometimes as fast as a waterfall, sometimes as clear and crisp as beads falling on a jade plate, and sometimes as low as a whisper. People are mesmerized when listening to it, and they can't help but be completely immersed in the world transformed by the zheng sound.

Every sound gives people an unfinished aftertaste.

Even a rough guy like Jiang Dali, who was not familiar with music, could not help but be gradually infected by the music, and slowly his mind merged into this music that seemed to be full of magic.

"Boom!"

The sound of the zither suddenly breaks off.

"Ding!"

The zither sounds again.

It's like the bright moon on the sea suddenly turns into a stormy sea crashing on the shore, and the angry waves fill the sky.

It's like a tide that comes and goes, goes and comes again.

Just as people and affairs are constantly changing, how can people's hearts not change repeatedly?

A strong resentment and emotion that cannot be resolved are conveyed by the zheng sound with unparalleled magic power, shocking the hearts of the people.

Murong Qingqing's purple-black slender fingers were like purple-black butterflies full of magical colors, flying on the trembling strings of the zither.

It seems like a beautiful woman is dancing sadly for the one she loves.

Murong Qingqing also looked mesmerized and emotionally invested.

It seemed like a real incarnation of the woman who fell in love with Jiang Dali.

Thinking that Jiang Dali was in love with other women but was indifferent to him.

I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart.

The sound of the zheng changes, like the tenderness of a chivalrous man, like the love between good and evil, like the last song of heaven and earth.

Bai Ting, who was in the courtyard outside the house, had closed his eyes. He was deeply affected by the music that spoke directly from his heart, recalling unbearable past events.

Even when Jiang Dali listened to the music of the zheng, the expression in his originally cold eyes gradually changed.

I think of a person and a heart that may still be hot.

Scenes of past events emerge like a tide in the dusty memories of my mind.

A touching ringtone, accompanied by a beautiful and regretless face of a woman, passed through my mind.

On the bank of the Yangtze River opposite the Power Gang.

The fragrance floats.

A woman with a graceful body, as charming as a frail and boneless body, swept close to her.

She was dressed in white with the wind, bare feet and jade feet, with shining black eyes and long hair. There was a smile on her lips, but her heart was already desolate, and she smiled stubbornly.

"You really have a heart of stone...I should have expected it."

"But I won't give up. One day, you will regret it and you will get me back.

Do you think you can take the ruthless path?

You are not Pang Ban. If you want to go on in this glorious world, you are destined to be unable to be alone, but I can help you, and you will still come to me! You will know that you have done wrong."

The scene turned, and the woman was scolding.

"Do you think you can erase my memory at will?"

She finally glanced at Jiang Dali with furrowed brows with resentment and fascination, turned around, stepped lightly, and drifted away, her face as delicate as spring rain, tears streaming down her face, and the feeling of loneliness seemed to dye the entire sky gray.

Looking back, I have always been in a bleak place...
To be continued...