Even if we meet, we should not know [old version]

In a blink of an eye, Lin Zichu also played the blank climax of "Wushan Cry".

The most tear-jerking and soul-stirring part of the legend, but it has been lost for a long time and can never be found again.

All the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong and Dongling Xianzong held their breaths, wanting to hear how Lin Zichu would treat the next part.

To be honest, even if Lin Zichu couldn't play the next part like the second disciple, it didn't matter.

Because he still has six pavilion flowers in his hand, and if he counts, he still has seven chances. In any case, he is the winner of this game.

But for some reason, everyone present, including the second senior brother who was a little frustrated after losing the game, all pricked up their ears and listened.

I just feel that if I miss this time, I might regret it in the future.

Lin Zichu, who was stared at by everyone but didn't know it, used his most exquisite fingering to play the most astonishing piece among the ten famous pieces of Zhengwuzhou.

When it came to the blank chapter, Lin Zichu sighed inaudibly, lowered his eyelids, and covered all the emotions in his eyes with his eyelashes.

Afterwards, he raised his right index finger, and an empty alto came out.

The rhythm of his hands is unabated, and his movements are as smooth as flowing water.

It's as if he played the next part a million times...

A strange and extremely pleasant piano sound gently flowed out from the enchantment.

Hearing the sound of the zither, Qian Qing was taken aback and felt great grief.Involuntarily, Qianqing leaned forward slightly, trying to hear the piano sound in the enchantment more clearly.

The rest of the monks also made the same action in unison.

There are friendly monks, and they said to each other:

"This tune is so unfamiliar, it must have been created by Senior Brother Lin himself."

"It's easy to compose music, but it's not easy to be so appropriate with "Wushan Cry"."

"Indeed..."

After saying a few words, Qiqi fell silent.

The second senior brother of Dongling Xianzong lost his composure and opened his mouth in shock, "No...impossible...how could he pop out like this..."

Before he finished speaking, the corners of the second senior brother's eyes suddenly became hot. He raised his hand to wipe it, and found that he had unknowingly shed tears that he couldn't explain to others.

The second brother was shocked.

What he couldn't believe was how Lin Zichu could play such a sad tune when he was only in his twenties.

Yes, how can it be played?

Lin Zichu gently closed his eyes, and his fingertips could still be placed precisely on the strings.

A large amount of spiritual power gathered at Lin Zichu's fingertips.

The glowing blue light, like substance, falls on the strings of the piano.

He has the body of a cold dragon lying on snow, and his constitution is extremely cold to cloudy, which matches the attributes of Bo Yuqin in front of him.

With the fingertips, the player and the strings are almost integrated.Qin is a person, and a person is a string.

Lin Zichu's piano sound became more and more exquisite, to the point of unbelievable...

Didn't he play "Wushan Cry" thousands of times?During the ten years since leaving Qianqing.

The past is like smoke, shrouded in Lin Zichu's mind.

Ten years later, everything on that day is still deeply engraved in Lin Zichu's bones like a knife.

Downpour, Optimus Prime.

Lin Zichu held the Hanshu Sword in his hand, with tears streaming down his face, he desperately hacked at the transparent membrane that protected him.

The sword was broken, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding.

Then he saw that the transparent boundary membrane symbolizing Qianqing's life disappeared little by little before his eyes.

Lin Zichu wept sadly, drop by drop, falling on the back of his white hand.

Qian Qing, who was listening to the sound of the piano, was not so clear-headed for some reason.

All consciousness is immersed in that person's fingers and strings.

In the haze, the sound of the piano seemed to be mixed with the scene that the invisible beast saw when it recognized its owner. The overlapping pictures, mixed with the familiar tunes that it had heard, cried out the inhuman torment of lovesickness for more than ten years.

Hey, hey, the wind blows you...

Miao Miao came, why bother...

When Qianqing heard this piece for the first time, she felt sweet in her heart.

As long as this song is a love poem written by Lin Zichu to himself, feeling his infinite love and miss for himself, I feel very proud.

But now it sounds like Lin Zichu's blood and tears are mixed in this yearning and love,... who can explain clearly?

"Senior Brother Lin..." It was the Mingfei sisters who kept wiping the corners of their eyes with handkerchiefs.

"I didn't expect Brother Lin to be such a passionate and infatuated man." Pu Qingluo's eyes were also moist.

The rest of the male cultivators of Zhengyang Xianzong were also shocked.

Listening to Lin Daoyou's piano sound, Mumen Qiqing couldn't help recalling that because of her own stupid actions, she almost killed the little fairy master, what's more, he was separated from his lover and suffered from lovesickness.

"Fortunately..." Mumen Qi's lower lip trembled, and he cried bitterly: "Fortunately, I found it. It's really great to be able to find friend Lin."

Not only the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, but even the members of the Dongling Immortal Sect burst into tears.

Zhu Changpeng tried his best to endure, but still couldn't help crying.

After Lin Zichu pulled out the silver needle between his eyes, the majestic spiritual power swept all directions in an instant.

Zhu Changpeng's heart shuddered, knowing that Lin Zichu's plain appearance was a disguise.

Ben regarded him as an opponent, and carefully inspected him, but before he revealed his consciousness, he heard Lin Zichu's piano sound.

The soul-stirring piano sound mixed with spiritual power.

Boom, boom, boom!

Even the beating of the heart was agitated with the sound of the piano, Zhu Changpeng refused to accept it, intending to suppress the emotions in his heart, ignoring the rhythm of the sound of the piano.

However, in the next moment, Zhu Changpeng felt troubled in his chest.

Lin Zichu stopped his hands, opened his eyes, sighed again, spread out his fingers, and held onto the strings.

At this time, he couldn't see the outside world at all. For Yu Linzichu, there were only white clouds billowing in the enchantment around him, and the wild goose standing quietly beside the piano table.

Na Pingsha Luoyan felt the astonishing chill of Lin Zichu's cold dragon lying in the snow, so he didn't dare to go forward for a while, and stared at Lin Zichu nervously, without expressing his satisfaction for a long time.

Lin Zichu was not in a hurry, he just touched Bo Yuqin in front of him lightly with his fingertips.

"It's really a good piano."

Few Qin can stand the chill of the cold dragon lying on the snow body.

Lin Zichu murmured: "Such a good qin should not play a piece like "Wushan Cry"."

If he said this, he might be chased and killed by the Temperament Cultivator.

Should a good piano play "Wushan Weeping"?What do you say?

However, Lin Zichu had no intention of explaining.He stroked the strings carefully, and after a while, picked again with his right hand.

The sound of the piano, which was as clear as flowing water, rang.

Hearing that Lin Zichu continued to play, everyone was puzzled.

What Lin Zichu played just now was the whole piece of "Wushan Cry", and the part he continued to play was not the content of the score.

It's just that the connection with the song is so harmonious that it's unbelievable that this is a new chapter compiled by Lin Zichu on the spot.

The sound of the piano is soft, telling the continuous love.

There was no longer the sense of sadness of seeking death and life before, and the sound of the piano changed, and gradually became peaceful.

Then he plucked with both hands, and the sound of the piano was melodious and exciting.

Amidst the sound of the piano player almost shattering, everyone could hear the ecstasy of reunion after a long absence.

Several monks of Zhengyang Immortal Sect shouted and applauded excitedly when they heard this.

The monks of the Dongling Immortal Sect stared blankly at Lin Zichu with wet tears on their faces.

The wild goose sitting on the table of Linzi Chuqin suddenly spread its wings and let out a cry.

The Pingsha Luoyan struggled to fly into the air, and the light kite scissored, showing the pattern on its back to all directions.

The combination of black and white is like a landscape painting.

"Great!" Qianqing's right arm trembled, and she stood up.

The monks of Zhengyang Xianzong shouted in unison: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Lin for winning the second pass!"

Several monks from Dongling Xianzong came slowly.

Zhu Changpeng arched his hands in salute:

"Fellow Daoist played like this, I and all my juniors are really convinced by the defeat."