[A Chinese Ghost Story] The Demon Lord is on top

After turning around, Qimo didn't find anything that suits her heart.Of course, another reason is that he doesn't know what the use of those seemingly ordinary things is here, and it would be bad if he accidentally chooses the wrong one.

"Teacher Jing will help me choose." Qimo still walked back to Jing Wuyuan's side.

Jing Wuyuan thought for a moment, walked to a Yaoqin, sat down and plucked the strings twice, and said: "Yi Wuyuan sees that the piano is very suitable for Shaojun. Shaojun is young and has unstable temperament. Practicing the piano is just right. Be calm and not overworked. If you encounter danger, it is also a wonderful way to control the enemy with the sound of the piano."

"There seems to be something wrong." Qiye walked out of the study and said, "As far as I know, for a hundred years, only the Moon Demon has used the qin as a weapon in the Demon Palace, and her qin is the most terrifying weapon for killing people."

Moon demons were a serious problem for the Yinyue Dynasty many years ago. In the eyes of humans, most of the monsters are bloodthirsty, and all of them are evil.But those monsters are only targeting ordinary people and righteous people, but this moon demon never distinguishes between enemy and friend.She is the closest to a real demon, cold-blooded, ruthless, selfish and cruel, and only takes pleasure in provoking love and hatred in the world. No one knows where she came from, but she just suddenly appeared in the Yinyue Dynasty, claiming to be the moon. The devil comes from the bright moon in the sky.

The Moon Demon's weapon is a qin. The sound of the qin is melodious and moving, but it is the most captivating mind, killing people invisible.

Since she was killed by Jing Wuyuan, it seems that she has become one of the tacit taboos in the Demon Palace, and few people mention it.

Jing Wuyuan smiled slightly and said: "What's wrong, the Moon Demon is dead and will never appear in this world again. Although the sound taught by Wuyuan is similar to the Moon Demon's enchanting zither, the effect will never be the same. Shaojun He who can control its effects himself will not be too much of a burden on himself."

Qiye loosened her brows, and nodded slightly, "That's good, Qiye will naturally believe what the teacher said, but this depends on Qimo's own decision."

Under the watchful eyes of the two, Qimo approached the simple and unique Yaoqin. The shell at the end of the piano is covered with a layer of white jade. When you get close, you can feel a coolness, which makes you feel comfortable all over your body.

With a swipe of the fingers, the clear sound of the piano passed by for a moment, and Qi Mo nodded, meaning that he had agreed to learn this.

Human beings from famous families and middle schools generally have "six taboos and seven do not play the piano", and before playing the piano, they have to burn incense, cleanse themselves, and dress up.But the magic palace has its own set of rules, and has always disdained such cumbersome etiquette for humans, which also saves Qimo from the pain of learning the piano.

Qiye came over and looked at the violin carefully, and praised: "It really is a good violin. I remember that the teacher has treasured this violin for a long time, and I have never been willing to play it. Qimo, don't you plan to thank Teacher Jing?"

"Thank you." Qimo said softly.

Jing Wuyuan smiled slightly, and seemed to caress the top of Qimo's head with his hand in the air, and finally moved it away and hung it by his side, saying: "From tomorrow on, Shengjun can bring Shaojun to study together. I remember that in the afternoon, Shengjun Jun's martial arts class, why don't you take Shaojun to have a look?"

Qiye's martial arts classes are no different from what humans learn, that is, riding and archery, swordsmanship, etc., black arts and other things have no chance to teach.

Jing Wuyuan's suggestion, they stayed here for another half an hour, and then went to the riding and shooting range together.

The galloping horses in the shooting range are mostly dust, and Qiye makes Qimo and Jingmoyuan stand in the distance.The first thing to start is archery. Qiye seems to have achieved a little success in this area. The new martial arts teacher can master it immediately after teaching it, and the arrows he shoots are almost perfect.

Qimo was in the shadow, but she was a little bored watching it, yawned, and unconsciously slacked, leaning slightly towards Jing Wuyuan's leg at some point.

Seeing this, Jing Wuyuan adjusted his posture indistinctly, and one hand was also intentionally or unintentionally protecting Qimo from falling to one side.

After a while, there was a sudden commotion in the riding and shooting range, the sound was much louder, and a few soldiers came out holding something.

Opened by the noise, Qimo looked over, but couldn't see clearly.Jing Wuyuan opened his mouth to explain: "Those are three human beings. Presumably they accidentally broke into the enchantment of the magic palace and were caught. The martial artist asked Shengjun and the others to use these three people as living targets and shot them. Only the five senses are qualified."

Five sense organs: ears, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth.No matter which one of these is pierced by an arrow, it must be a heart-wrenching pain. Qi Mo couldn't imagine it, but his eyes stopped looking there, and he lowered his head to look at the tip of his shoe.

Before Qiye drew his bow, he took a special look at this side. Seeing that Qimo was standing there looking tired again, he shook his head slightly, looked sideways, and let go of his hand. The silver arrow flew towards one of the humans with the sound of whistling wind. Shoot it, even though he was still running and whining, he still didn't escape the trajectory of the arrow.

"Puff" the muffled sound of the arrow piercing into the human body, the arrow pierced through the man's left ear and passed through the right ear, the arrow technique was very precise and the force was well controlled.

Except for Qiye's arrow, the arrows of several other people who practiced in the magic palace also passed through the eyebrows, mouth, nose, and eyes of the three people.

The demon soldiers onlookers applauded for a while, went to check, and confirmed that the three people were not breathing at all.

In return, Qiye waved his hand, but ordered them to bury those people.

Seeing this scene, Jing Wuyuan shook his head and said: "Sheng Jun is good at everything, he can be called perfect, but his heart is always softer than others."

Looking down at Qimo's head still hanging down, he asked, "Young Master doesn't like killing, or is he afraid?"

It took a long time to get a response from Qimo, who raised her misty eyes and said, "I'm sleepy."

Jing Wuyuan was startled, then laughed, he didn't expect such an answer, but it was already beyond his expectation.

Qimo lowered her head slowly again, and rubbed her eyes with her little paws.

In fact, Qimo really thinks very little, very little.

As early as when he decided to accept this world, he knew that as a demon, he would see many things in the future that were inconsistent with his previous three views.

But, as people in the previous world said, "An actor is a good actor as long as he can act well, no matter whether he is a drug addict, child lover, or HIV carrier, there are only so many skill points and no one can fully point his talents."

Qiye is like this, Jing Wuyuan is like this, and Qimo is like this.In his position, seek his job, this sentence Qi Mo has always agreed with.No matter what, the people in the magic palace still treat him equally well, and Qiye is still the best brother to him.

Qiye can kill an ordinary human being without changing his face one second, and in the next second he can demand that they be buried properly because of the softness of his heart.

No one is perfect, that's probably the case.

However, as a former human being, Qimo's thinking is a bit heartless after all. Fortunately, no one here knows.

After practicing arrows, the next step is equestrianism, swordsmanship and melee combat, etc., which will take more than an hour.Qiye was afraid that the sun outside would burn Qimo, so he let Jingmoyuan take him back first.

Jing Wuyuan sent Qimo directly to Youhuang Hall, and returned to his residence without stopping, and then sent the waiter to bring the Yaoqin and put it in the bedroom.

Back in the hall, Qimo lost sleepiness instead. Seeing that the servants had retreated, she sat down beside the piano and began to play a small tune intermittently.

He used to know a little about this kind of lyre, but he only knew the basic fingering. As for the music, he couldn't play a complete one.

Qimo's grandmother used to be a music teacher. She knew a thing or two about all kinds of musical instruments, and the most proficient was the guzheng. Therefore, Qimo also learned a little about this kind of lyre under her influence.

While thinking unconsciously like this, while playing in his hands, Qimo's head began to move little by little, and finally fell down on the strings suddenly, the Yaoqin made a buzzing sound, and Qimo on it had closed her eyes fell asleep.

This is a long-lost dream. The dream is full of former family members, including parents, older brothers and sisters, and grandmother...

They were all calling Qibao, criticizing him for being lazy, and at the same time blaming him for not taking good care of themselves.Qimo opened her eyes and listened to their words seriously. Although she didn't show any emotion on her small face, she could see that she was very relaxed.

Seven treasures, seven treasures, seven treasures...

Qimo lazily leaned on the back of the sofa, listening to these calls almost as if she was enjoying herself.

Qimo felt that the time in the dream was very short, but in fact it was already late at night outside, and there was a dull silence in the Youhuang Palace.

Qiye sat on the edge of the bed with a blank expression on his face. On the bed was Qimo, who was sleeping soundly, with a few trembling servants kneeling at his feet.

Jing Wuyuan suddenly pushed the door open and came in, saying: "Sheng Jun, what's going on?"

"Teacher." Qiye stood up and said, "Qimo is haunted by Meng Mei, and I dare not cast spells lightly, so I asked the teacher to come here."

"Meng Mei?" Jing Wuyuan was a little surprised, because almost all monsters know that Meng Mei is extremely weak, and a monster who knows a little bit of magic can take it in. If it has to say what attack power it has, it is probably sleeping. The body of a certain person is attached to it, and the dream method is used to confuse him, causing him to gradually exhaust himself and die in the dream.

But as long as the strength is a little stronger, it is impossible to be entangled by Meng Mei. Qi Mo is weak, but the demon servants of Youhuang Palace should not have noticed.

Hearing Jing Wuyuan's doubts, Qiye said in a cold voice, "These servants have neglected their duties and let Qimo stay in the room alone instead of guarding outside, and went out to play."

Jing Wuyuan walked to the side of the bed, looked at the black spot between Qimo's brows, rolled his eyes again, and said, "Young Master has been invaded by Meng Mei, and there is no way for Wuyuan to do it for the time being, I'm afraid...you can only look at him. Can you break the dream created by Meng Mei?"

Qiye frowned, stared at Qimo for a long time with deep eyes.

And Qimo had no idea how many people were worrying about him in reality, he was still listening to his family talking to him, but at some point, a half-grown boy who was completely unfamiliar suddenly appeared.

That young man has a pleasing face, which makes people feel good at seeing him. He smiled and said to Qi Mo: "The one behind you seems to be the lowest-level demon Meng Mei that the master said?"

Qimo looked back, but saw nothing.

"who are you?"

"Me." The young man kept smiling, straightened his chest, showed his white teeth, and said quickly as if reciting a book, "I am the chief apprentice of Xuanxin's orthodox sect, Master Lingfeng, the grandson of the world's invincible Yan Chixia, who entered the house. Disciple—Zhuge Liuyun!"

The author has something to say: Introduction to the original characters:

Zhuge Liuyun: Yan Chixia's big disciple, who was sent to master Lingfeng to practice martial arts since he was five years old, is a substitute for marriage in the seventh generation, and his favorite is his junior sister (Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang) daughter) Hongye, hoping to marry Hongye as his wife.

With a strange life experience, he is the son of the blue devil and the human man Zhuge Qingtian. He is half-human and half-devil.