The Villain’s Memories Revealed Chapter 274: One person makes one way

Ning Qiushui was puzzled, seeing Dongfang Fuqing's posture, she was not asked to play the zither, but instead asked her to forge the zither?

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

"As a qin repairer, you should understand that if you want to have a charm in the music, you must first cultivate your mind and seek a comfortable mind."

Ning Qiushui became more and more confused. Since she practiced Taoism for thousands of years, she has always been unrestrained.

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

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

When I was in Tianyun Pavilion, Ning Qiushui couldn't fall in love with a mandarin duck, and left sadly.

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

Now by Jiang Zhige's side, Ning Qiushui only has Jiang Zhige in his heart.

She asked Dongfang Fuqing for advice, all she wanted was how to follow in Jiang Zhige's footsteps, to be by Jiang Zhige's side forever, every melody seemed to be played just for him.

With this kind of obsession, Ning Qiushui naturally cannot get the way of Dongfang Fuqing.

Thinking about this, Ning Qiushui felt a lot more relaxed. She stretched out her hand to take the wood and strings, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Lord Wuyun, for your enlightenment."

As Dongfang Fuqing said, everyone has a different way.

And she only plays the piano for Jiang Zhige, there is nothing wrong with it.

In other words, this is the true meaning of her practice of piano.

Jiang Zhige next to him looked at the wood and the strings, and asked in confusion: "There are strings, so it should be to make a piano, but why only six strings?"

The wood and strings produced by Dongfang Fuqing are all rare treasures in the world.

Each string is different, containing strands of great power.

However, Yaoqin has seven strings of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Wen and Wu, but he only took out six strings.

"The qin was born only to play the rhythm, and it has never been restricted to only seven strings."

Dongfang Fuqing shook his head, playing the piano is nothing more than the rhythm, the seventh string is the rhythm, and the sixth string is also the rhythm.

Some people reduced it to Sanxian, while others added it to eight or nine strings. He gave six strings, but it was just a template for Ning Qiushui.

Ning Qiushui did not speak, with spiritual power attached to his fingertips, he lowered his head and concentrated on casting the piano.

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

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

Ning Qiushui was not discouraged, picked up the second string and continued to try.

Unfortunately, the strings are still broken, as if to reject her power.

Go back and forth several times until there are only the last two strings left.

Ning Qiushui's eyes were slightly red, and he could only continue to work hard to wind the piano.

Bang!

Obviously the strength is very appropriate, but the strings will still break.

Ning Qiushui lowered his head, his vision was blurred by tears, his trembling hands didn't have the courage to reach for the last string.

If this root is broken again, she can only stop at the Profound Realm for the rest of her life.

Ning Qiushui doesn't have much longing for power, she only hates that she can't go further, and can't be by Jiang Zhige's side forever.

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

Dongfang Fuqing didn't intend to wake up, and his expression was calm and indifferent.

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then suddenly looked at Ning Qiushui's plain hand that was bleeding from the strings.

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

With Jiang Zhige's help, Ning Qiushui's piano body, which was extremely repulsive at first, suddenly became gentle and kind.

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

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

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

The answer is not to cast pianos together, but to connect hearts and minds.

When the six strings were finished, Ning Qiushui and Jiang Zhige still felt that something was missing, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, Dongfang Fuqing suddenly smiled and said with emotion: "It seems that this star is not last night, and this bosom friend is not the past."

"Thousands of years have passed, and this situation still exists, and the art of Qin will not wither."

One way of repairing the piano is nothing more than seeking a bosom friend.

Different bosom friends, Taoism will also be different.

At this moment, Jiang Zhige is already alone in Ning Qiushui's way.

There is no complicated yearning, nor the ever-changing rhythm of the piano.

Jiang Zhige is the only thing he wants in his life.

Being one person, becoming one, all kinds of affection are hidden in the rhythm of the piano.

As much as Ning Qiushui loves Jiang Zhige, she can go as far as she can on the piano road.

From the perspective of Dongfang Fuqing today, with Ning Qiushui's affection, it is just around the corner to ascend to the emperor's realm.

Jiang Zhige hadn't understood it yet, Ning Qiushui's fingertips had a flash of inspiration, and he added another string to the body of the piano.

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

"The three-foot Yaoqin asks the king's heart, and one string and one pillar think about the echo."

"Where the law is, what the Tao is seeking, and what the love is."

"There is a tacit understanding."

Ning Qiushui muttered in a low voice, his words were like the sound of a zither.

The surrounding scene changes accordingly, and there is a bit of an oriental rejuvenation without rhyme.

She played the qin with her bare fingers, and added another string to the body of the qin.

At this moment, Jiang Zhige also came back to his senses, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He gently hugged Ning Qiushui, immersed in the surrounding mood.

No rhyme is better than rhyme, the love between the two at this moment is the best piano sound in the world.

Ning Qiushui held Jiang Zhige's hand at his waist, said with a light smile, "Ah Zhi, this piano will be called Qiushui from now on."

"The eighth string is called Zhige."

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

Jiang Zhige looked sideways, and was facing Ning Qiushui's beautiful eyes full of affection.

There is no need for words when the love is so deep, the two kissed quietly together.

This kiss symbolizes the thorough confirmation of the relationship between the two.

For the two of them, there is no need to say "I love you", and there is no need to go to court to get married, Feng Guanxia Pei.

The longest love confession is Qiushui and Zhige.

After a long time~IndoMTL.com~the two turned their heads to look around, but Dongfang Fuqing was no longer around.

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

"Thank you, senior."

"Thank you, senior."

This time, Jiang Zhige also used the word senior.

Dongfang Fuqing not only helped Ning Qiushui to realize Taoism successfully, but also the best old man for Ning Qiushui and Jiang Zhige.

Ning Qiushui's way is Jiang Zhige, as long as Jiang Zhige survives in the future, he has the confidence to help Ning Qiushui become the emperor.

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In the emperor's tomb, the bruised Qu Yun fell from the fragments of the soul of life.

He vomited blood, and he was about to stand still, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

At this moment, Qu Yun exuded a scarlet saber intent all over his body, and held a terrifying broadsword in his hand that contained ancient savage aura.