Merchant of the Underworld

From the beautiful music of the piano, we suddenly returned to this world of warmth and warmth. Neither Li Mazi nor I had fully recovered. Now that Lao Cai had undergone such a sudden change, our hearts skipped a beat.

I immediately rushed up and helped Lao Cai up, but Lao Cai was still unconscious. I had no choice but to carry Lao Cai upstairs while letting Li Mazi keep an eye on him below.

I think the resentful spirit in the guqin must be angry, and I'm worried that it will do something outrageous, so I let Li Mazi keep an eye on it.

I carried Lao Cai upstairs and poured cold water on his face. Only then did Lao Cai wake up little by little.

But even after waking up, he was still in a gloomy mood and burst into tears.

I quickly asked Lao Cai what happened?

Lao Cai said: "Oh, what the hell do I want to do in life? I am ordered around like a dog every day and insulted by the director. How can I live such a miserable life?"

I finally figured out that Lao Cai was aroused by the sound of the piano and had negative emotions.

It's just that we both have different worldviews. In Lao Cai's world, the whole world feels sorry for him. He is so wronged, so after being immersed in the sound of the piano, he feels wronged and his life is full of confusion.

And I am positive about life, so I saw that wonderful scene.

I was worried that Lao Cai would really commit suicide, so I just stared at Lao Cai in the villa all night.

But the guqin was broken by Lao Cai, and it stayed quiet all night without any abnormality.

It wasn't until dawn that Li Mazi walked up with tired steps, looked at me with a heavy expression, and asked why the dead souls in the ghost objects would destroy the ghost objects? Isn't this destroying one's own habitat?

I sighed, saying that I couldn't understand the other person's behavior either.

I went to pack up the guqin. The guqin was broken in the middle and most of the strings were broken. I hooked the unbroken string with my hand, but the sound it produced was so obscure and hoarse that it was very unpleasant to listen to.

I guess the sound the guqin made last night was also spiritual.

Li Mazi asked me, can I still summon the dead souls in the guqin tonight? If we can't summon it, how can we get the Night Dragon?

It stands to reason that if the guqin is damaged, the dead soul attached to it should also be seriously injured. I don't know if it can still come out.

And when I had a headache and wondered what to do with the guqin, the man in the T-shirt called for help.

"I found out about Yelong's whereabouts," the man in the T-shirt said.

What? Li Mazi and I were naturally excited and quickly asked the man in the T-shirt where Yelong was.

The man in the T-shirt did not tell us directly, but first asked us how the Guqin matter was being handled.

I immediately told the man in the T-shirt exactly what happened last night. After I finished speaking, I added: "The top priority now is to find Ye Long! As for the guqin, if it doesn't work, I will take it with me and deal with it on the road. .”

The man in the T-shirt said, "Bring it with you. There should be no risk on the road."

The man in the t-shirt confirmed that there would be no problem with the guqin. Li Mazi and I also breathed a sigh of relief. We immediately packed up the guqin and drove to the place designated by the man in the t-shirt.

The place we are going to is Wuhan. Originally, in order to rush for time, we were planning to take a flight. But after much consideration, I finally decided to drive.

Let’s not talk about whether the Guqin can be checked. Even if it can be checked, if the Guqin goes crazy in mid-air and affects the pilots, it will be tragic, and the plane may be driven down.

Li Mazi and I took turns driving and resting non-stop. But it’s not good to rest in the car. After all, we have to be careful about the guqin.

Fortunately, Guqin seemed like a dead thing along the way, it was quiet and nothing unusual happened.

When we arrived in Wuhan, we rented a taxi and went directly to Yubo Village where the T-shirt man was, and found the T-shirt man.

The man in the T-shirt took us to one of the houses. That house was very deserted, and there seemed to be only one bachelor.

Li Mazi didn't ask any further questions and asked directly, "Where is Ye Long?"

The man in the T-shirt winked at us, meaning we shouldn't talk too much. I knew it wasn't that simple to get the Night Dragon. He quickly told Mazi Li to shut up, and then prepared to find an opportunity to have a private chat with the man in the T-shirt.

The man in the T-shirt wrote a note to the bachelor and asked him to go out and prepare some things for the evening.

The bachelor's voice was hoarse, and the voice he made was very obscure and ugly: "Okay."

Only then did I take another look at the other person.

His hair was gray, his face was unkempt, his clothes were ragged, and he smelled bad. He didn't know how long it had been since he took a shower.

After he left, Li Mazi couldn't wait to ask the man in the T-shirt where Yelong was.

The man in the T-shirt did not answer directly, but just asked us to put down the guqin.

I immediately followed the instructions and put down the package containing the guqin. The man in the T-shirt took an ax from the wall of this house and placed it next to the guqin. He stood aside and admired it quietly: "You know, Some yin objects are a natural pair. Together, they can bring peace to people, but apart, they will become yin objects and harm the world."

I seem to understand a little bit what the man in the T-shirt means. Could it be that this guqin and this ax are in pairs?

When I first entered the industry, the embroidered shoes I encountered came in pairs. But the pair of embroidered shoes itself has one for each foot, so both are indispensable.

But what is the connection between the guqin and the axe? One is a thing for scholars to talk and laugh elegantly, and the other is a thing for peddlers and footmen to work...

I asked the man in the T-shirt what he knew about this.

But the man in the T-shirt asked us to sit down. He carefully observed the guqin and fiddled with it gently. The sound made by the guqin became somewhat lively again.

"Have you all heard the story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi?" the man in the T-shirt said.

It really woke up the person in the dream. When the man in the T-shirt mentioned these two people, I was suddenly enlightened. How could I not think of such an obvious thing?

Boya dropped his harp to thank his close friend, which is a famous allusion in Chinese history!

The word "Zhiyin" has also become a household name.

At that time, Boya's superb piano skills shocked the whole country. The music he played was like mountains and rivers, like wind and grass. Every melody made people feel relaxed and happy. Many people praised his piano skills.

However, he was depressed every day, feeling that no one could really understand his music.

One day when he was walking to a mountain stream, he couldn't help but get excited and casually played the song "Mountains and Flowing Waters". Only then did he realize that a woodcutter was listening in rapt attention.

Seeing Boya discovering him, the woodcutter immediately said sheepishly: "Sir, your piano skills are extraordinary, I can't help but indulge in it, I'm sorry."

But Boya was disdainful in his heart, thinking that you are just a trafficker, how can you understand the sound of my piano?

However, Zhong Ziqi was able to express the artistic conception constructed by his music in words and images, as surging as a river, as gentle as a stream, as high as the mountain tops, and as low as the ground.

Boya was shocked, and the two chatted happily. From then on, they became good friends and talked about everything. They treated each other like brothers and promised to see each other on the Mid-Autumn Festival next year!

However, when Boya returned to this place again during the Mid-Autumn Festival of the following year, he did not wait for Zhong Ziqi. After making inquiries, they learned that Zhong Ziqi had died of a serious illness, and his body was buried next to the creek near the place where the two met. He looked forward to hearing Boya's beautiful music underground again in the coming year.

Boya was heartbroken and sighed endlessly, so he played a song towards Zhong Ziqi's grave. The music is low and depressing, heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

After finishing playing, no old friend appreciated it. Boya felt regretful in his heart. Even if Zhong Ziqi broke his qin, who would I play the qin for if Zhong Ziqi didn't appreciate it?

From then on, Boya stopped playing the piano.

His heart ached for the passing of his old friend, so he buried his qin next to Zhong Ziqi's tomb, promising to be buried here after his death, and he and his old friend would go down there to enjoy the wine.

At that time, Bo Yagui was a senior official of the Jin Dynasty, and he had a Night Dragon Ball in his hand that was rewarded by the King of Jin. He knew that the Night Dragon Ball could communicate with Yin and Yang, so he buried the Night Dragon Ball in Zhong Ziqi's grave, hoping that his old friend would wait. I will go to Huangquan Road together.

This was the last time Ye Longzhao appeared in the wild history, and the man in the T-shirt accidentally learned about it from an old man.