Urban Cultivation: I Was Dug Out Again

"Luo Qingyin?" Mo Tian's thoughts returned to reality, and he felt another strong curiosity welling up in his heart.

"who is she?"

"She is an international superstar and her singing is extremely moving.

What you may not know is that she is now very famous across the globe. "Li Mengmeng was a little surprised at Mo Tian's ignorance.

Zhang Yaqing added: "Mo Tian, ​​you can search for her information. She is very influential now and there is a lot of information about her on the Internet."

Mo Tian took out his phone, opened the search engine, and entered Luo Qingyin's name.

In an instant, a large amount of information and photos about Luo Qingyin appeared in front of her eyes.

Mo Tian glanced at Luo Qingyin's photo, and he recognized Luo Qingyin at a glance as the reincarnation of Fairy Miaoyin.

He was a little unbelievable. He didn't expect that he could meet the reincarnation of Fairy Miaoyin on the ancestral star.

"It's her." Mo Tian's tone was extremely certain.

"The woman in your painting is Luo Qingyin? But didn't you say that she has passed away?" Mi Xiaoxue asked in confusion.

"Actually, they are the same person, but they are not the same person." Mo Tian tried to explain, but he didn't want to reveal things about the world of cultivation.

Whenever a powerful cultivator reincarnates, they seal their memories, so she has not yet awakened the sealed memories.

“Well, we don’t know what you mean.

Although we admit that Luo Qingyin is beautiful, compared with her, there is not that big a gap between us, right? "Li Mengmeng is still worried about Mo Tian's words.

"Yes, her eyes are just similar to the woman in the painting, but lack that special charm."

"That's because she hasn't awakened her memory yet." Mo Tian didn't want to explain more. Every strong person may awaken at some point, but he just lacks an opportunity.

If she never awakens, she will experience sinking again and again until the mark is forever erased and completely disappears from the world.

He wanted to find Luo Qingyin, and Mo Tian immediately made a decision. He wanted to help Luo Qingyin awaken the memory of Miaoyin.

"Do you know where she is?"

"Uh~ It seems like she has a concert in Shanghai this month."

"Can you confirm the time?"

"Let me ask~ It just so happens that we are going together. I will ask someone to book the tickets. My dad is in Shanghai and asked the old man to entertain us, hehe~" Zhang Yaqing smiled like a little fox.

"Okay, I owe you a favor."

"Hey~ I'm talking about it this way. Dear sisters, don't talk about that." Zhang Yaqing said carelessly.

"I'm a pure man~" Mo Tian rolled his eyes.

"It doesn't matter, you are our good sisters, and we are your good brothers." After saying that, he put one hand around Mo Tian's neck, showing a friendly attitude between brothers, and kept inputting information with his mobile phone in one hand.

"Ah~ just one week later, I asked my dad to order four tickets."

"Then I booked the air tickets again. Let me take a look. Ah~ there will be air tickets tomorrow afternoon. Give me your ID cards and I will book the air tickets." Zhang Yaqing was a resolute person and immediately reached out to ask for the ID cards of the three of them.

"Uh~ The concert will be held in a week. Why are we going there so early?"

"Of course I'm going to play there." The three women answered Mo Tian's question in unison, with a good understanding of each other.

"I still have to go to work."

"Oh~ I just need to tell my mother, and my salary will still be paid." Zhang Yaqing is half of Mo Tian's boss, and one of Mo Tian's current jobs is to protect Zhang Yaqing's safety, which is considered work.

Soon, Mo Tian received instructions from Mr. Li to follow Zhang Yaqing to ensure that she was safe 24 hours a day. He wished that Mo Tian could sleep next to her daughter. Zhang Yaqing also felt speechless for having such a mother.

A few people have decided to meet at the school at 9:30 tomorrow morning, and then go to the airport to take a flight. Zhang Lingfeng has already booked accommodation in Shanghai for several people. It is the Yinfeng Hotel where Luo Qingyin is staying, and the top-floor Presidential Hotel has also been booked for them. suite.

The Zhang family is not short of this money.

After Zhang Yaqing and the three girls left, Mo Tian stared at Fairy Miaoyin in the painting in a daze for a while. He took out a guqin, which was a relic he had spent a lot of effort to obtain after the Miaoyin soldiers were dismissed. In order to exchange it from her sect It turns out that the magic weapon she used in the first place cost a huge price.

He took out another book of exercises, which was also the exercise she practiced. Mo Tian once practiced the music of Ai Wu and Wu Ye for a period of time, and he took out another jade flute.

For a moment, he thought about singing harmoniously with Fairy Miaoyin, but it was a pity that fate played a trick on people.

I never thought that some of my original ideas could be realized today. Things are really unpredictable.

Thinking of all that happened in the past, he put the jade flute between his lips, and a bleak sound turned into a breeze, blending into his thoughts and floating in the air like ethereal elves, gently touching everyone's heartstrings. Time has passed, But that memory will always be etched deep in his soul.

Countless students were fascinated by this desolate sound, and they were also fascinated by a woman who wrapped herself tightly. This woman wore a big sun hat and a mask on a hot day.

But her beauty cannot be hidden by hats and masks. Her smart eyes and perfect posture can seduce people's hearts. Every step is as light and smooth as a dancer, as if she is showing herself to the whole world. Unique charm.

She is Luo Qingyin. She is going to Shanghai for a concert next week. It is rare to have a few days off, so she returned to her alma mater.

I was walking around the campus of my alma mater, recalling the good times I spent here.

She seemed to be able to feel the vigorous youthful atmosphere of those years, but unexpectedly, she suddenly heard a desolate sound, and the melodious thoughts in it gave her a sense of familiarity, as if she had heard it in the memory of traveling through time and space.

Her heart began to tremble, and her body involuntarily walked in the direction of the sound.

The bleak sound seemed to lead her into a mysterious world, and she couldn't help but look forward to meeting the person who played it.

Unfortunately, before she could find the person, the sound of the flute had disappeared. She couldn't help but feel anxious. She could only follow the elusive sound of the flute just now, and she seemed to be able to feel the afterglow of those notes in her palms.

After searching for a long time to no avail, her mind gradually calmed down. She took a deep breath and decided to interpret the disappearing flute sound with her heart.

She recalled that the sound of the flute was full of longing. It was obvious that this was a bleak sound that represented a man missing his beloved woman.

Every note is like his call to miss her, as if he can travel through time and space and whisper in her ear.

"Who on earth can play such a moving and desolate sound?" She knows music very well. Even she can't play such an emotional tune. She must be a master performer.

Thinking of this, she immediately returned to the hotel, took out her mobile phone and contacted the principal. She wanted to meet the professors in the music department of Kyoto University. She did not think that such a high-level performance could be performed by a student.

It's a pity that the result disappointed her, because she knows all the professors who are still in the school, and none of them can reach this level. There are very few real top masters in this circle, and she is familiar with almost all of them. She is familiar with this The player is really getting more and more curious.