Yuanshen, the Beginning of the Incarnation of Tianyuan Qiying!

"Hey, the point that should be paid attention to is not here, but this bard, did he borrow the qin of the sky just to play it for drunkards?"

Paimon was floating in the sky, with his hips crossed, looking at Wendy with an unfriendly expression.

I finally borrowed this piano, and after a long time, I couldn't do anything. Ying, who didn't see my family, was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Looking in the direction of Yanying, she found that her golden pupils were staring blankly at Ningmo.

Well, even my little cutie doesn't love me anymore, and she doesn't even stand on the same front with me.

"Hey, Ying, come over to comment too."

Paimon circled around Ying.

"Yeah, everything you said."

Ying didn't pay attention to Paimon's movements, but continued to focus on Ningmo.

"hateful……!"

Paimon stomped his feet in the air angrily, and then could only look at Wendy viciously.

"Hey."

Wendy smiled slightly.

"What does 'hey' mean...!!"

Hearing the word Wendy, Paimon was so angry that he didn't know what to say, so he could only stomp his feet in the air.

Seeing Paimon's anxious look, Wendy smiled, and then said with a serious face: "In short, it is far from enough to communicate with Twalin, but this is not a problem with the piano, but the strings— —It's up to you, stranger."

"Hey, Ying, it's your turn."

Paimon stood on Ying's shoulder and shook her head.

"Eh, oh, me?!"

Ying looked at Wendy in a daze.

"Oh, don't worry, I didn't mean to ask you to repair such a precious harp, but the concentration of the element of wind attached to these strings is far from enough. Don't you still have Twarin's tear crystals on your body? Remember to try the effect on this string."

Wendy handed the Qin of the Sky into Ying's hands.

"Is that so, leave it to me."

It took Ying a while to understand what happened just now, and took Qin over embarrassedly.

Just now I accidentally saw Ning Mo's side face, it was so holy under the light, I was a little fascinated by it.

At this time, with the help of Qin, Ying has dispelled her suspicion about her identity.

So I replaced the black princess dress with the white one I often wear, and the silver hair was dyed back to gold.

He took out the Twarin's teardrop and carefully dripped it on the strings of the zither of the sky.

When the blue teardrop crystals touched the quaint strings, they immediately turned into a gust of wind and merged with the strings.

Afterwards, some dark strings became more and more bright, but only slightly clearer, and the power of the wind could be felt from them.

"Qin seems to have a... youthful feeling?"

Looking at the changes of Qin Qin in the sky in front of him, Qin mused.

"The leader is praising himself."

Paimon's dark pupils looked at Qin's direction curiously.

"...I'm talking about the harp of the sky."

Qin quickly explained.

"Thanks to the purification and crystallization of Ying and Ningmo, the wind element of the Qin of the Sky has not continued to be exhausted, but there is still some distance from being satisfied again. If we can get more Twarin's tears... the current special Valin, you must be crying too, suffering in pain, in a place where no one goes."

Wendy's tone gradually became low.

"Hey... For this type, I still have two drops that I picked up in the wild a few days ago. I thought I collected them just like this teardrop, but they are still in an unpurified state."

With that said, Ying took out two tear crystals that had not been purified.

"The breath of the abyss is lingering ominously. Is this the predecessor of that pure teardrop just now?"

When the crystal was taken out, Qin felt an evil breath emanating from it.

"These crystals are more turbid than the previous crystals... What kind of pain is Twalin still suffering from?"

The moment Wendy saw these teardrops, she knew that Twarin's erosion had become deeper.

"Then let me purify it directly."

Ying touched those teardrop crystals with her hands.

Under everyone's gaze, the filthy teardrop crystals began to fade slowly, and finally changed from an evil and deep red to a clear and transparent blue.

"It would be unbelievable if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

Seeing the process of Ying purifying her tears, Qin felt a little emotional.

"It's fun, it's like straining wine, it's refreshing."

Di Luke nodded along.

The teardrops at this moment no longer have that ominous and evil atmosphere, but instead make people feel surrounded by the wind, which is quite a good feeling.

Then Ying shed these tears on the strings of the lyre of the sky.

The slightly bright strings became more green and transparent.

"It's not close. If there is another teardrop, the wind element attached to the strings can be brought to a lively level."

Wendy's tone was a little regretful, obviously it was almost enough.

"That... let me try it, I may have a way to make the wind element of the piano lively."

Ningmo came over and held out her hand to Ying.

"Hey, do you have any extra tears?"

Wendy looked at Ning Mo in surprise.

"That's not true. I feel that another method should also make the wind element of the Qin of the Sky lively."

Ningmo took the Qin of the Sky that Ying handed over.

As soon as I took it, there was a warm feeling from the palm of my hand, which was the residual warmth from sister Ying's hold just now.

Gradually rubbing against the body of the piano, the delicate texture can be felt very clearly.

Moreover, this violin is quite fragile, and I only need to use a little force to directly destroy the violin.

It seems that even if it is the treasure of Fengshen, it is not an overly strong item, it is only used to play songs.

"I feel that my own energy can resonate with the energy of the Sky Qin, and they should be able to transform into each other."

Ning Mo clenched the body of the piano slightly, and then transmitted her own energy into it.

"Oh, if it is really possible to replenish energy for love, it will be much more interesting."

Hearing Ning Mo's words, Wendy suddenly became interested.

Everyone present quietly looked at Ningmo, at the qin of the sky in their hands.

Of course, some people didn't set their eyes on Qin, but looked at Ningmo's serious look.

As Ningmo's own power surged towards the Qin of the Sky, the already bright light of the strings became brighter and brighter.

The originally bright strings gradually became dazzling.

"Okay, it's ok, Ning Mo, the wind element has overflowed to the point of being active, so there is no problem at all, and there is no need to continue to transmit energy."

Wendy stopped immediately.

"Is this all right? I don't feel like the energy has been transmitted yet."

Ningmo subconsciously blocked the energy.

"Of course, the Qin now is completely different from the Qin just now, as if she's rejuvenated."

Wendy looked at the piano in the sky floating in front of everyone, her eyes were full of surprises.

Then he took the Qin of the Sky, stroked it lightly, and said to everyone.

"Now that it has been repaired, I really can't help but want to play a song. Let me use this song to see us off for the rest of our journey."

Gently plucking the strings, an ancient ballad was recited from Wendy's mouth.

"It's such a beautiful music. I've never heard of it before. Did you create it yourself?"

After playing a piece of music, Qin finally realized that she was a little surprised when she looked at Wendy.

"Yeah, maybe I just compiled it, maybe it was taken out from a corner of memory, but as long as you can be happy, this is the best."

Wendy smiled and did not tell the origin of the ballad.

"Hey, what a beautiful piano sound... No, you only have one mouth from the beginning to the end."

Paimon seemed to have remembered something.

From the beginning of stealing the violin to the completion of the violin of the sky, it seems that Wendy only talked about it, and didn't do anything else.

"How could it be... you need to use your hands to play the piano."

Wendy retorted.

"Ugh, so angry. I decided to give you a nasty nickname."

Paimon stomped his feet anxiously in the air, then supported the nearly flat heart with his slender arms, thought for a while in the air and said, "Well... I'll call you a 'singer' after I decide!"

Putting her waist down, she stared at Wendy with staring eyes.

"Then it's time to choose the place to play. Where are we going to summon the Wind Demon Dragon?"

Wendy completely ignored Paimon's eyes that wanted to eat people, but looked at Jean and Di Luke and asked.

"It's definitely not possible in Mond City. If it fails, it will cause irreparable losses."

Qin put her hands on her chest, doing a thoughtful movement.

"The sea breeze or the high wind can make the singing of the world spread farther. If the air is dry, dull and oppressive, not only the poets, but even the dragons will be angry."