fairy dust

"Nianwei, what are you talking about!!" Nan Qing didn't understand why Lu Nianwei said that: "How could I want you to die!"

"Really?" Rao Zi loves this kind of "spirited person" who has a "sweet mouth and a sword". The aching heart in Lu Nianwei's body makes her so excited that she can't help but want to stab Nan Qing to death immediately.

"Nianwei, hurry up, let's get out of here, I have a lot to say to you." Nan Qing looked at the dead servants behind Lu Nianwei, her heart tightened: Nianwei... killed four servants in an instant!And the words and demeanor are very strange, she has to wonder if the Lu Nianwei in front of her is the Lu Nianwei she knows, or if she is still human...

But Nan Qing still wanted the last ray of hope, knowing that the Lu Nianwei in front of her was different, but she still pretended nothing happened.She hoped, she hoped, that Lu Nianwei could still be saved.She was afraid that Lu Nianwei would be doomed again because of her.

"Okay, I'll get you out right now." Lu Nianwei smiled at Nan Qing who was preoccupied. She pressed her heart tightly with her left hand, and held the lock of the prison door with her right hand. With a light pinch, the lock fell to the ground.

"Nianwei!" Nan Qing was taken aback, and couldn't help but take a few steps back: "Such a strong finger force..."

"Hehe, it's far worse than you. Isn't it?" Lu Nianwei pushed open the cell door casually and walked into the cell.Without even looking at Zhao Buzhu, he just walked slowly towards Nan Qing, then firmly grasped Nan Qing's two wrists, and pulled her closer to him.In an instant, Nan Qing's beautiful face was reflected in Lu Nianwei's pupils again.Only this time, Lu Nianwei's pupils were no longer gentle, but evil.

"You are crying..." Lu Nianwei raised her hand to touch the undried tears on Nan Qing's cheeks, and hugged Nan Qing, who was crying more fiercely, into her arms, then slightly closed her eyes, savoring the pain welling up in Lu Nianwei's chest. Deeply nostalgic and desperate, a heavy sense of resentment was also continuously transmitted from the puppet body to her consciousness.

Rao Zi only felt that his Yao Yuan was instantly moisturized and multiplied, feeling full and full.Her strategy of killing Nan Qing is not as good as torturing Nan Qing, and her strategy of continuously stimulating Lu Nianwei to produce pain and resentment is obviously very effective.Anyway, Yingzhu only said not to kill Nanqing, not to torture her, as long as Nanqing is still alive.Zuo Zi made up her mind, and the fingertips holding Nan Qing's back slightly glowed with purple light.

The last time Lu Nianwei hugged her like this was on a rainy evening in Bulin Mountain not far from southern Jiangsu.At that time, she was tired of the self that could only survive if nourished by blood.It is said that it is a thousand years of Taoism, but it is just a thousand years of dying. "Nan Qing, you are different from them..." Nan Jingxuan's last words still linger in his ears, but what is the difference between this kind of self and the lingering beauty who eats human flesh and drinks human blood.

At the beginning of each month, when Yuehua was at its darkest, she would go through a catastrophic pain.If the uncontrollable demonic nature cannot be comforted by blood donation, her consciousness will be swallowed by the turbulent demonic nature in her body.Every night when the new moon is like a hook is full of bloody and painful experiences.

Nan Qing wanted to be kind, but she was originally a night grass bathed in moonlight.Feng Muli gave her 230 years of moonlight essence, and Nan Jingxuan taught her to be pure-hearted and enlightened.But everything that was once beautiful was destroyed by Yingzhu.If she could choose, she would rather be like the little spirit Astragalus in Bulin Mountain, slowly practice to increase the Tao, and hang the pot to help the world in order to seek merit.It's a pity that her life was unlucky. The fire that burned through the entire Kunshan Mountain for nine days and nine nights meant that she was destined to bear a heavy karma that was hard to get rid of in this life.

Nan Qing remembered that in the fire, all the vegetation and animals in Kunshan were not spared.The raging hellfire consumes all life.At that time, she hadn't yet turned into a human form, just a small flower in the forest without feeling even if it turned into dust.That night was her first bloom, bathed in moonlight, swaying gently.But in the blink of an eye, the sound of fighting echoed across the valley, and a tall figure crashed down beside a yellow flower in the sea of ​​flames.

The man's body was burning with flames, and there was a crackling sound, but he didn't let out a wail, and even had a relieved smile on his face, as if he had finally settled a brooding matter.Perhaps because he knew that his life was coming to an end, that person's pupils reflecting the raging flames gradually dimmed.But just when he was about to close his eyes and greet the end of his nearly ten thousand years of life with darkness, he suddenly saw that weak little flower.

The flower was so delicate that its petals and leaves had curled in the sea of ​​fire.He could see that it was a new flower.Faintly, he seemed to recall that ten thousand years ago, he was also a young tree with young branches, basking in the sun under the clear sky and drenched in the moonlight amidst the stars.And tonight, he knew that he would disappear from this world forever.So he stretched out his hand, knocked out the flame in his hand on the scorched earth, and then enveloped the small flower in his wide palm.He regards this moment as his last mission in the world. He wants to protect this flower from being swallowed by the fire, and wants it to survive this catastrophe, and then bloom alone facing the moonlight tomorrow night.

Because he was once the majestic Demon King Feng Muli.

After all, Feng Muli did not regret the fierce battle with Ghost King Chang that destroyed his foundation and took his life.At the cost of his life, he severely injured the ghost king Chang and protected all the monsters under his command.

When that flower bathed in silvery moonlight again, she was alone.She saw black dust all over her body, and a thick and charred tree trunk lay in front of her.Kunshan ushered in a rain, as if the heavens were weeping for this cruel massacre.But she didn't know who she was, and she didn't know why she was standing here.

In her mind, there was only one towering giant tree supporting her in the shade.She sat under the tree and looked up at the starry sky. Among the stars, the moonlight was soft and warm, caressing her face.

Who am I and why am I here.

The girl was dressed in a light yellow dress, like a delicate blooming flower, but in the cold wind and cold rain, she was shivering from the desolation and misery around her.

Nan Jingxuan hurriedly walked past the foot of Mount Kun, where the fire was about to die out. He didn't expect that he would only go down the mountain for a few days to meet piano friends, and the once lush and lush Kun Mountain would become a scorched earth with no grass growing.It's a pity that there are still three or five good pianos in the mountain hut, and they probably burned with the mountain fire.He thought that there were no living things in this Kun Mountain, but he didn't want to, but saw a little girl holding a piece of burnt wood, barefoot, dazed in the rain.

Kunshan is usually an inaccessible place. Now that it has suffered such a natural disaster, how could there be a little girl there suddenly? "Are... are you okay?" Although there was hesitation in his tone, Nan Jingxuan still put the umbrella on the little girl's head, and his beloved piano was also drenched in the rain.

The little girl nodded, then shook her head again.

"What's your name? Why are you here? Where's your family?" Nan Jingxuan took off the qin from his back, took off his loose robe, and wrapped the little girl who was drenched in cold rain.

Facing his series of questions, the little girl opened her mouth, but did not make any sound.

"You...can't speak?" Nan Jingxuan felt a little regretful that such a cute little girl was a dumb person who lost her voice.But the more so, the more pity Nan Jingxuan felt for her.

He looked at the little girl tightly hugging the scorched wood that was almost as tall as her, like a musician tightly hugging his beloved qin, he couldn't help showing a smile, and said to the little girl: "No matter who you are , Why are you here, it’s raining so much, you can’t stand here all the time, just leave with me first.”

Warm tears gushed out of the little girl's shocked eyes. At that time, she didn't know that they were called tears.

I walked for a long time with Nam Kyung-hyun until Nam Kyung-hyun built a new hut in another towering mountain.Of course, for the first time in her life, the little girl also had her own room.

The previous pianos were all gone, and the last one was also deformed due to the heavy rain. The first thing Nan Jingxuan did when he settled down was to search for suitable wood in the mountains every day to build a new piano.And the little girl was by her side, watching him beating and surveying those trees, with a strange emotion in her eyes.

Nan Jingxuan felt that the little girl didn't like him chopping trees to make pianos, so he asked her, "Don't you like me chopping wood?"

The little girl nodded.

Nan Jingxuan asked again: "Why?"

The little girl was silent.

So Nan Jingxuan tried a few more times, and the little girl always followed behind him, looking at him with strange eyes.Nan Jingxuan had no choice but to take out the deformed qin and repair it, and finally it was repaired.

Nanjing Xuan played the piano, and the little girl was listening to the piano.When you hear it happily, you will stretch your eyebrows and smile, and when you hear it sadly, you will frown and feel sad.Nan Jingxuan likes her for no reason, this child is very spiritual, except that he never talks to him, everything is fine.

One day, Nan Jingxuan saw that the little girl was listening to the piano raptly, so he stopped suddenly, and the little girl stared at him blankly.Nan Jingxuan got up and said: "You like listening to the piano so much, I will teach you to play the piano. If one day I am gone, you can still play and listen to yourself."

For some reason, Nan Jingxuan knew that there would be a day when this little girl would leave suddenly, just like her sudden appearance.

When the little girl heard what he said, she turned around and ran back to the room.When he came back again, he was holding that piece of burnt wood in his arms.She stuffed the burnt wood into Nan Jingxuan's hand, and looked at him with piercing eyes, as if she had made a big decision.

Nan Jingxuan understood that if he wanted to learn the qin, he must have a qin first.The child wanted him to make a piano for her based on the burnt wood.

But the wood has been charred like this... Nan Jingxuan felt the piece of charred wood suspiciously, the size is not a problem, but it was burnt like this, he suspects that the inside of the wood has turned into black charcoal, and it is impossible to make a piano.

"How about I go to the mountains to cut down an old Chinese fir tree?" Nan Jingxuan asked tentatively, "Just one tree?"

The little girl's gloomy and stubborn face clearly expressed her attitude.

Nan Jingxuan had no choice but to respond: "Okay, okay, just use this piece of burnt wood."

When Nan Jingxuan removed the carbonized dead skin on the surface of the burnt wood, he was deeply shocked by the material and texture of the wood.He made qin made of this superior material and admired countless qin for half his life, and he has never seen or heard of it.The full and strong wood seems to have life, which makes Nan Jingxuan carefully carve every moment.

The little girl waited silently, but it made Nan Jingxuan even more nervous.

A few days later, the piano was made.When Nan Jingxuan handed the piano to the little girl, she didn't jump for joy as he imagined, but took it with both hands solemnly, as if holding something more precious than life.Such a dignified expression actually made Nan Jingxuan slightly sour.

But soon, Nan Jingxuan became happy again.Just as he expected, the little girl was fascinated by his piano sound all day long, and she was extremely sensitive to the rhythm. With a little practice, the child would soon be able to master many complicated piano scores and fingerings.In a few years, even if he played with Nan Jingxuan or played the piano, he would not fall behind.

There was a time when Nan Jingxuan was negligent in a piano fight, and the little girl won for the first time.Seeing the smug expression on her cute face, Nan Jingxuan couldn't help laughing, and said: "I, Nan, have been obsessed with Qin all my life, and never thought that I would have apprentices or children. Now you and I are also the same. Master and apprentice are like father and daughter. In the mountains all day long, with Qin as a companion, they stay together and depend on each other. It is really Qing who pities me and Qing. From today onwards, you will be my adopted daughter, and you will be named Nanqing."

"Nanqing..." The little girl whispered the name, and smiled shyly, as if she was very satisfied.

"You can talk?!" But Nan Jingxuan's eyes widened in shock.