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Ning Qiu looked puzzled. Looking at Dongfang Fuqing's attitude, he didn't let her play the piano, but instead asked her to cast it?

Dongfang Fuqing handed the wood and strings to Ning Qiushui and explained: "Miss Qiushui, your obsession is too deep."

"As a piano player, you should understand that if you want your music to have charm, you must first cultivate your mind and achieve a state of mind."

Ning Qiushui became more and more confused. She had been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, so she was free and unrestrained. How could she be obsessed?

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Zhige's face suddenly appeared in Ning Qiushui's mind.

Her expression was dull, and she suddenly realized that she was obsessed with Jiang Zhige.

When he was in Tianyun Pavilion, Ning Qiushui couldn't fall in love with her, and she left sadly.

After thousands of years of ups and downs, she has never forgotten Jiang Zhige, and her heart cannot tolerate other men.

Now that she is with Jiang Zhige, Ning Qiushui only has Jiang Zhige in her heart.

She sought advice from Dongfang Fuqing, and all she thought about was how to follow in Jiang Zhige's footsteps and be able to stay with Jiang Zhige forever. Every melody seemed to be played only for him.

With this kind of obsession, Ning Qiushui naturally cannot find the way to restore youth in the East.

Thinking of this, Ning Qiushui felt much more relaxed. She reached out to take the wood and strings, smiled and said, "Thank you, Emperor Wuyun, for enlightening me."

As Dongfang Fuqing said, everyone has a different way.

And there is nothing wrong with her just playing the piano for Jiang Zhige.

In other words, this is the true meaning of her practicing Qin Dao.

Jiang Zhige, who was next to him, looked at the wood and strings, and asked doubtfully: "If there are strings, it must be cast, but why are there only six strings?"

The wood and strings Dongfang Fuqing took out were all rare treasures in the world.

Each string is different and contains wisps of power.

However, the Yao Qin has seven strings: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Wen and Wu, but he only took out six strings.

"The piano was created just to play music, and it has never been restricted to only seven strings."

Dongfang Fuqing shook his head. Playing the harp is nothing more than the rhythm. The seven strings are the melody, and the sixth string is also the melody.

Some simplified it to the three-stringed qin, while others added eight or nine strings. He gave six strings, but it was just a template for Ning Qiushui.

Ning Qiushui said nothing, with spiritual energy attached to her fingertips, she lowered her head and concentrated on making the piano.

After building the instrument out of wood, she began to carefully string it.

However, as soon as the strings touched the body of the instrument, they were suddenly broken and could not be safely put into the body of the instrument.

Ning Qiushui was not discouraged and picked up the second string to continue trying.

Unfortunately, the strings were still broken, as if they were rejecting her power.

After repeating this process several times, only the last two strings are left.

Ning Qiushui's eyes turned slightly red, and she could only continue to work hard to string the piano.

boom!

Even though the force is very appropriate, the strings will still break.

Ning Qiushui lowered her head, her vision blurred by tears, and her trembling hands lacked the courage to pick up the last string.

If this root is broken again, she will be stuck in the mysterious realm for the rest of her life.

Ning Qiushui didn't have much yearning for power. She only wished that she couldn't go further and stay with Jiang Zhige forever.

Jiang Zhige's face was ugly. He looked at the expressionless Dongfang Fuqing, trying to find some answers from his eyes.

Dongfang Fuqing didn't mean to wake him up, and his unruffled expression looked very indifferent.

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly looked at Ning Qiushui's bare hands that were stretched and bleeding from the strings.

Just when Ning Qiushui picked up the last string of the piano, Jiang Zhige came behind and held her hand, and worked hard with her to wind the piano.

With Jiang Zhige's help, Qin Shen, who was originally extremely repulsive to Ning Qiushui, suddenly became gentle and kind.

The last string was easily tied to the goose's foot.

After that, the broken strings gradually recovered and were fixed on the body of the instrument with the two people joining hands.

Jiang Zhige secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as expected.

The answer is not to make the piano together, but to connect the hearts and souls together.

After winding up the six strings, Ning Qiushui and Jiang Zhige still felt that something was wrong, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.

At this moment, Dongfang Fuqing suddenly smiled and said with emotion: "The stars look like this but they are not last night, and the close friends look like they are not in the past."

"Thousands of years have passed and this situation can still happen. The art of playing the piano will not wither."

To practice piano is nothing more than seeking a close friend.

If the bosom friend is different, the Tao will also be different.

At this moment, Ning Qiushui's Taoism was only Jiang Zhige's.

There is no endless yearning, nor the ever-changing music rhythm.

All I want in my life is Jiang Zhige.

As one person, we become one, and all kinds of affection are hidden in the rhythm of the piano.

As much as Ning Qiushui loves Jiang Zhige, she will be able to go as far as she can on the piano path.

Today, it seems to Dongfang Fuqing that with Ning Qiushui's affection, reaching the imperial realm is just around the corner.

Before Jiang Zhige could understand, Ning Qiushui suddenly had an idea on his fingertips and added another string to the instrument.

And her energy was also sublimated at this moment, breaking through to the peak of Wenxuan Realm.

"The three-foot Yao Qin asks the king's heart, and every string and column reflects the echo."

"Where the law goes, what the Tao seeks, and where the emotions go."

"The hearts are connected."

Ning Qiushui whispered, her words like the sound of a piano.

The surrounding scene changes accordingly, and it now has a bit of a rhymeless artistic conception of Oriental rejuvenation.

She always played the piano with her fingers, and added a string to the body of the instrument.

At this time Jiang Zhige also came back to his senses, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart.

He gently hugged Ning Qiushui and immersed himself in the artistic conception around him.

No rhyme is better than rhyme. The affection between the two at this moment is the best sound in the world.

Ning Qiushui held Jiang Zhige's hand at her waist and chuckled, "Ah Zhi, this piano will be called Qiushui from now on."

"And this eighth string is called Zhi Ge."

It’s not Zhige’s Zhige, but Jiang Zhige’s Zhige.

Jiang Zhige turned his head and looked into Ning Qiushui's loving eyes.

The love was so deep that no words were needed, the two kissed each other quietly.

This kiss symbolizes the two people's complete confirmation of their relationship.

For two people, there is no need to say "I love you", and there is no need to go to the church to get married.

The longest love confession is between Qiu Shui and Zhi Ge.

After a long time, the two of them turned around and saw that Dongfang Fuqing was no longer around.

The two looked at each other, stood up and bowed their hands to nothingness.

"Thank you, senior, for helping me."

"Thank you, senior, for helping me."

This time, Jiang Zhige also used the word "senior".

Dongfang Fuqing not only helped Ning Qiushui achieve enlightenment, but was also the best Yue Lao for Ning Qiushui and Jiang Zhige.

Ning Qiushui's path is Jiang Zhige. As long as Jiang Zhige survives, he is confident that he can help Ning Qiushui aspire to the imperial realm.

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In the imperial tomb, Qu Yun, who was covered in bruises, fell from the fragments of his life soul.

He was vomiting blood and could hardly stand, but his eyes were sparkling with excitement.

At this moment, Qu Yun's whole body was exuding scarlet sword intent, and he was holding a terrifying broadsword that contained ancient ferocious energy in his hand.