MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 25 Poor Road

  Chapter 25 Poor Road

  Qi Wuhuo played the piano with his fingers.

  His piano sound came from a dream, and after getting acquainted with the mountain **** Qiongyu, he gradually entered a good state.

After experiencing decades of ups and downs in the dream, I learned the truth that the dream is like a dream but not a dream at Li's house, and went a step further. It resonates with people's hearts, young people see high spirits, and old people see the ups and downs of the world, touching their hearts.

  Now, even these ghosts that were refined by the reverse use of "Lingbao Jiuyou Long Night Rising Corpse Death Xuanzhang" are faintly touched.

  The original madness seems to be slightly weaker.

   But that's all.

In the courtyard, there is still a gloomy air flow, with gusts of gloomy wind, and the sunlight cannot penetrate. The breaths of the controlled ghosts are fluctuating. Qi Wuhuo looked at them with his soul, and he could faintly see the struggle on their faces. However, no matter how much Qi Wuhuo played the piano, how wholeheartedly he could not calm down their mood.

  The young man pursed his lips, still playing the piano meticulously.

  The old man smiled and shook his head.

  Before I had no intention, but I was able to do supernatural powers.

   Now that I am paying more attention, it seems to be useless.

  Fu Xu smiled and said: "Don't be so tense. People who are tense can hardly even write well. How can they play the piano?"

   "The piano is the voice of the heart."

   "Heart, nature, and god."

   "When playing the piano, the primordial spirit is originally required to participate. This is a natural thing. If you deliberately operate the primordial spirit, you will lose the beauty."

   "Wuhuo, pay attention."

  "The mind is stable, the breath is in harmony with the spirit, let it be natural, without guidance."

   "It's the so-called 【continuous if it exists, use it infrequently】."

   "The so-called piano sound and the so-called supernatural powers are nothing more than that."

Qi Wuhuo originally thought in his heart that these ghosts must be transformed, his body tensed up subconsciously, and the old man's words were gentle, but he gradually became less persistent. Pressing his fingers on the strings, the sound of the piano was naturally mellow , and the mind slowly became more relaxed, and suddenly asked: "Does the old man know how to play the piano?"

   "Qin? I don't understand."

  The old man stroked his beard and smiled and replied: "What I said."

   "Tao also."

Qi Wuhuo smiled and agreed, and when playing the piano, he would follow the old man's instructions. Occasionally, if there were mistakes or omissions, the old man would just say it casually, but every time the instructions were not the ones that were wrongly played on the piano score, but whether they were wrong or not. In line with the heart, in line with God.

   Gradually, Qi Wuhuo's piano sound no longer sticks to the score, but becomes more and more calm.

  The old man said that he didn't know how to play the piano, but under his guidance, Qi Wuhuo felt that he was smoother.

   In the seventy years of Huangliang Yimeng, there are three thousand piano scores and ten music theories.

   Now come together as one.

  Look at a thousand swords and then know the weapon, and practice a thousand songs and then know the sound.

  Qi Wuhuo looked gentle and serene.

The sound of the piano went away, the resentment and madness on the faces of those ghosts gradually dissipated, and the wind gradually calmed down. They reappeared in their original appearance, or a young woman with delicate eyebrows and rope marks on her neck; or The burly young man had marks of sword piercing on his body, and there was even one who lost his head, leaving only a headless body.

  Qi Wuhuo pressed his palm on the strings, and the sound of the piano gradually stopped, leaving only a little aftertaste.

"This is…"

  The sound of the piano dissipated the resentment from these ghosts and ghosts, allowing them to gradually return to normal.

  But these tragedies still made Qi Wuhuo raise his eyes slightly.

  The old man who was making tea shook his head and said, "It looks like they all died in vain. I don't know how many of them received the gold from that evil cultivator, and then were assassinated by him with magic."

  After regaining sanity.

  The handsome girl was suddenly dazed, and said, "I, why am I here?"

   "Mom... Where's my mother?"

  She looked around in panic, and hurriedly said:

   "That kind Taoist priest obviously gave me three taels of gold, and my mother's illness can be cured, but why am I here?"

   "I have to find someone to treat my mother!"

   "Where's my gold?"

   "Where's the gold?!"

  She searched her body in a panic, her expression anxious, a trace of anxiety appeared on her already pale and transparent face, and tears appeared in her eyes.

  ! !

  Qi Wuhuo's hand pressing the strings suddenly became heavy.

  In just a few sentences, he already knew why this girl appeared in the ranks of ghosts driven by Tan Taixuan.

   "Put a bewitching spell on the gold... Did she commit suicide..."

  The girl's soul looked around, looked at Qi Wuhuo, the [only visible] person in her eyes, bit her lower lip, and asked:

   "Sir, you, do you know where my money is?"

   "Please, please, please."

   "That's my mother's life-saving money, please can you return it to me?"

  When she was anxious, she seemed to be a little out of words, and she knelt on the ground.

  Qi Wuhuo got up to avoid it, and stretched out his hand to help.

  It was just the palm, but it passed through the hand of the girl who was not a few years older than him.

  Qi Wuhuo paused, and said:

   "The Taoist...give you gold?"

  The girl bit her lower lip:

   "I spent the night with him."

  The boy in blue shirt closed his eyes, leaned down, circulated his soul, and helped the girl up.

  Palm is gentle and clean.

   It made the girl feel a rare warmth.

  But he finally took a step back, lowered his hands, looked at the girl, with compassion and gentleness in his eyes, and said:

   "But, you are dead..."

  ! !

These few words seemed to have a mysterious magical power. The girl was stunned, and the forgotten memory because of the pain tempered by the supernatural power resurfaced again. She stepped back a few steps, her expression was extremely painful, and her body shook. Shaking, collapsed on the ground, covering his face and crying:

   "Mother..."

   "My mother's illness..."

Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips, looked around, and saw those 'people' who gradually recovered their memories, some of them were bodyguards who received a dart from a Taoist priest and were contaminated with that sneaky aura; A lonely Taoist priest in tattered Taoist robes gave him three steamed buns and a bowl of water; some were doctors, some were farmers...

  Qi Wuhuo listened to what happened to them.

  The old man's eyes were gentle, and he looked at the boy calmly behind him.

   Did not help immediately.

  See how he handles himself.

  【See life and death】.

   "Sir, can you see us, can you help us... Is there really nothing we can do?"

   "Yeah, yeah, you have such powers."

   "Can you help us?! Just be pitiful!"

   "I have a wife and children at home..."

  Qi Wuhuo was silent, cupped his hands, and refused:

   "I don't have such magical powers, I can't do such a thing..."

  Many wronged souls were lost.

The young man thought for a while, then turned around and walked into the house, took out a pen and paper, and said in a gentle voice: "However, if you have any unfulfilled wishes or messages that you want me to give to your family, please say so... I It doesn’t have that much magic power, but it can still be done by sending a message.”

  The bodyguard was silent for a while, smiled freely, and clasped his fists like a Jianghu said:

"Then please, this little gentleman, tell my wife that I have accumulated silver and put it under the bricks and stones of the wall. I used to hide it because I was worried that the unworthy son would be too rich. I planned to share it with her after my son got married. The two go back to their hometown in the countryside, buy a small yard with a vegetable garden, raise some chickens and ducks, and grow old together, it seems impossible."

  The vendor who pushed the trolley to sell some breakfast said with emotion:

   "I don't have anything to say, I just want to tell my son not to be petty."

   "Fair trade, in the future we will be able to rely on this craftsmanship to support the family."

  Finally, the girl bowed several times, choked up and said:

   "If Mr. Xiao can go to Zhongzhou Fucheng in the future, please go to Shuili Township under the jurisdiction of Fucheng to see my mother..."

   "Say that my daughter is unfilial... I can't see her again."

  The boy sat at the stone table playing the piano and wrote down his pen.

  These words filled the whole paper.

  It turns out that a person's life and death are just a line of text and a little ink mark.

  Qi Wuhuo got up and cupped his hands, and said softly:

   "Your wishes, I..."

  He seems to feel that saying the word "I" is not solemn enough, and cannot make these people trust enough.

  The old man seemed to cough.

  The blue-shirted boy was silent for a while, cupped his hands, and replied softly:

   "Everyone's wishes."

   "Poverty, it's my turn."

  PS: As long as it lasts, use it infrequently—Tao Te Ching · Chapter 6

  (end of this chapter)