“How long has it been since I played the piano?”

"Is it older than me?"

Ning Feng pressed his hands on the guqin, auditioned and adjusted the strings, and made movements in an orderly manner. At the same time, his mind kept turning, and all the memories of playing the piano and playing music in his previous life were flashing.

He really learned it once.

It's just that the time span of Ning Feng's last playing was even greater than his age.

This was just a twist in his own mind. When he said it, he either laughed at him or his chin was shocked.

At the beginning, Ning Feng's movements seemed a little unfamiliar. The fierce ghost king, Young Master Ye and others at the top were not upset. Due to etiquette, they would just listen.

Later, he moved faster and more skillfully, slowly entering the rhythm, finding the feeling, occasionally plucking the strings, and also getting rid of the awkwardness that he had not seen for a long time, with the special emotions of reunion after a long separation.

“Huh?”

Young Master Ye looked moved and said in his heart: "I have never heard of Ning Feng being good at piano. He doesn't seem to be pretending, he hides it very deeply."

What he cared about was not whether Ning Feng could play the piano, but that there was one thing to two. Since Ning Feng could hide the fact that he was good at playing the piano from everyone, did he hide something else?

This is what Qiye cares about.

Ning Feng was all focused on the guqin. In his memories, he didn't even raise his head, so he naturally didn't notice the abnormality of Young Master Ye.

If he knew that Xiaoxiao played the piano, Qiye of the Demon Sect could think so much, he would be even more happy to see it happen. Maybe he would play a little more easily.

At this moment, as Ning Feng pressed his hands, the strings of the piano were like snakes, shaking constantly under his palm, and finally calmed down and was ready.

"What am I playing?"

Ning Feng suddenly remembered this important question when he reached this moment.

He raised his head and saw the blind old violinist next to him twitching his ears, obviously waiting to listen; the fierce ghost king above had surrendered, and everyone was sitting upright, with some anticipation.

Seeing this, Ning Feng felt a little relieved, and felt that the music that he had learned in his previous life seemed a bit inappropriate to take it out at this time.

Times change and worlds change. What's more, it spans countless time and space, and what the Fang family admired in the previous life may not be the ones above who can like it.

"Forget it, let's have a song."

Ning Feng knew that he could not delay, but in the blink of an eye, Mr. Ye's face was already filled with doubt. If he dragged on, God knew that this guy would see something.

He took a deep breath and finally pulled the first string.

"Ding~"

The green mountains are still there, and the flowing springs are twitching, like the clearest stream, flowing through the winding green mountains and flowing out, flowing into everyone's ears.

As the sound of the piano goes from awkward to skillful, from stiff to integration, slowly, everyone's thoughts are flying, and the sound of the piano is attracted by the sound of the piano, a scene flashes through my mind.

It was above the nine heavens, with vast rivers and skyscrapers, and sycamore trees raising the sky. The clouds above and the earth below.

Accompanied by a pair of phoenixes, the sky is filled with nine colors, and there are phoenixes, coming.

Ning Feng played it, and it was a song of phoenix.

“Huh?”

The fierce ghost king, Young Master Ye, the white-haired old demon, and the blind old zither master all spoke in surprise.

In Ning Feng's piano music, they clearly heard the same feeling in the picture, and could clearly feel from awkwardness to proficiency to innovating, three changes in one section.

What they didn't know was that Ning Feng had never systematically learned the piano music "Feng Laiyi". He just listened several times and the actor was his sweetheart Chen Xiwei, so he remembered the tune firmly in his heart.

When playing, Ning Feng gradually integrated some techniques in his previous life and some methods that no one could do in this life, and created a new song of Fenglaiyi.

The song is a good song, and Ning Feng incorporates it into it, which is uniquely his new meaning. Even a big expert like Chen Xiwei, he should look at it. Looking back, let alone the fierce ghost king and others.

For a moment, everyone was immersed in the piano music, forgot what they said before, forgot to intrigue, and there was a scene of phoenix coming to the heart in front of them.

Ning Feng himself also took the song away, completely forgot the original purpose, devoted his emotions for decades, integrated into his understanding of the piano in his past and present lives, and played a peak song that he had never had before and probably would not have in the future.

A song of phoenix comes, but the piano music floats, and the whole audience is silent.

When everyone was involuntarily immersed in the piano music, no one noticed that the headless ghost king's majestic body as a lion suddenly trembled violently, as if he had seen it and heard something unbelievable.

"Not wrong, no wrong, this is..."

"Feng~Come~Yi~!"

The fierce ghost king roared out the name of the song word by word in his heart, but it seemed that it was not like this, and it could not hide the overwhelming shock.

"How could he......"

The empty head of the fierce ghost king seemed to grow eyes, facing Ning Feng who was immersed in the piano music tightly.

"It seems that we can't let him go..." After staring for a long time, the King of Ghost turned his head and looked at Mr. Ye, as if he had changed his original decision.

All this happened for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to normal.

No one present noticed this. They woke up suddenly when Ning Feng shook his fingers, threw out the last note, and pressed them with both hands, stopping the strings.

"good!"

The fierce ghost king applauded first, slapped the table with a palm, then reached out and pulled it around his waist, throwing out a black light.

"Good songs, I can't say without a sign. I'll use this brand to play with it."

Before Ning Feng could react, he instinctively reached out and took it. The next moment, his palms hurt. He looked down and saw that it was indeed a bronze medal.

The bronze plaque is the size of a palm and the color of time. It is embossed with the image of a headless fierce ghost king, which is heavy and heavy.

After playing around, I didn't find any use, so I couldn't ask about this. Ning Feng could only thank him and took it away in confusion.

After the bronze medal was put away by Ning Feng, Young Master Ye's eyes were retracted from it. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and obviously he did not recognize what it was for.

"Brother Ning."

Young Master Ye calmed down from the bronze medal and looked at Ning Feng with a complicated look. Finally, he sighed and said, "The wonderfulness of the piano music is that Qiye is far worse than Brother Ning."

When he said this, the unwillingness in his tone could not be concealed.

"I'm really a competitive person. Do you have to tell me the strength and the weaknesses and the loss?"

Ning Feng shook his head and laughed, and bowed casually.

After Mr. Ye finished speaking, the audience fell silent. Even the ghost energy in the sky was suppressed a lot, as if he felt a certain depressing atmosphere brewing and fermenting.

"The time is almost done."

The white-haired old demon whispered to remind him.

He had no intention of saying loudly. In order to show his openness, the old white-haired demon must not be able to transmit the voice, so no one present could hear the sound of the landing sound.

"Brother Ning, then..."

Young Master Ye looked at Ning Feng and reached out to guide him. Wherever he was facing, it was behind the King of Ghosts, the entrance to Yin and Yang Town.

“Let’s wait.”

Ning Feng waved his hand, ignored Mr. Ye's eyebrows raised, and bowed to the fierce ghost king, "Ning Feng has a heartless request, please send this old zither home."

After hearing this, the blind old violinist who had been trembling for several days, finally calmed down a little, turned his head towards Ning Feng, and his old face showed pleas and hope.

Hearing this, Young Master Ye sneered and shook his head, as if he was disdainful.

The fierce ghost king was silent for a moment, his voice was like thunder, rumbling: "The piano master hired a certain family and sent it back to him by his own family. Brother Ning doesn't need to worry."

"Come!"

With a loud shout, the sedan chairman carried the sedan chair out and landed in front of the blind old violinist.

Ning Feng stepped forward and helped the piano master into the sedan chair. The next moment, he saw the fierce ghost king wave his hand, dark clouds gathered, and he held the sedan chairman, the sedan chair, and the old piano master inside, and left in the clouds.

A rise and fall disappeared before my eyes.

Ning Feng breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

"A person like the fierce ghost king doesn't care about his own words, and he has lost his identity in such a trivial matter."

"At least, the old pianist will not be in danger."

"So, now..."

Ning Feng bowed to thank the headless fierce ghost king, then turned around and faced Mr. Ye.

"Young Master Ye, please!"

This time Ning Feng reached out and his hand was still the goal

——Yinyang Town!
Chapter completed!