Master, the prince please

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Master Qing Feng tied Li Changying to the pillar, took out the box from his arms, walked to the candlestick calmly, and lit the candle.

The room was instantly bright, Qing Feng looked around and saw a piano on the table, "This is..." Qing Feng asked curiously.

Li Changying didn't want to talk to him.

"Didn't you see that Mr. Changying can play the piano?" Qing Feng said.

Li Changying has always been an image of a powerful rough guy. Even if he served the Queen Mother as a musician some time ago, everyone knows whether he really has the ability to be a musician.

Master Qing Feng really did not expect that he could play the piano.

There is a music score next to the piano, with four words written: "Ambush from ten sides".

"House of Flying Daggers" was originally a prelude to major events.

Qing Feng looked at the score and said, "Oh! It seems that Mr. Chang Ying has already planned."

Li Changying said: "There is no need to plan to deal with scum! You deserve what you deserve!"

Qing Feng asked lightly: "I don't know what the poor monk did to make Mr. Chang Ying feel that he deserved it?"

"Hmph, didn't you steal such an evil thing to control the world?" Li Changying sneered.

"Young Master Li must be worrying too much, how can such a small thing control the world?" Master Qing Feng chuckled, expressing his disbelief.

"The things in the box have the power to overthrow the universe, you are ignorant, master!" Li Changying said with satisfaction.

"I've had it for so long, and I haven't seen any movement from it. I'm afraid Mr. Li is trying to deceive the poor monk." Master Qing Feng ignored his complacency and continued to express deep doubts.

"Why am I lying to you? As long as you play..." Realizing something was wrong, Li Changying quickly shut up.

Master Qing Feng had a clear expression on his face, "Oh, I played... Mr. Changying, what did I play?"

Li Changying said angrily: "You are a devil! You are playing tricks!"

"No, no, poor monk is just an ordinary person." Master Qing Feng walked to the table with a faint smile.

"Young Master Changying said, but this song?" Master Qing Feng pointed to the score on the table.

Li Changying shook his head like a rattle, "No!"

Master Qing Feng looked at him and asked: "Mr. Changying, can you play a song for the poor monk?"

Li Changying continued to shake his head, "Impossible! I won't do it!"

"Then please keep your mouth shut, Mr. Changying." Master Qing Feng told him to shut up after being annoyed by his quarrel.

"I don't! I don't! Why do you treat me like this! The mouth is mine!" Li Changying had a disapproving expression on his face.

Master Qing Feng didn't say anything, just used a rag to cover his mouth.

"Woooo! Woooo!" Li Changying couldn't complete the sentence.

Master Qing Feng sat beside the piano calmly, held down the strings and began to play.

"House of Flying Daggers" was played, and the sound of "clank" made people breathless, as if a sword would break through the wind in the next second.

The song is over, but there is no movement in the box.

Li Changying smiled, because his mouth was gagged and his smile was a bit ugly.

To open the box, one must have sincerity that is indifferent to fame and fortune, not a heart that is eager for quick success.

Master Qing Feng didn't give up, and played another song.

The box still didn't move.

Qing Feng removed the rag from Li Changying's mouth, "Say, what's going on?"

"Don't try to trick me again, I won't say it!" Li Changying seemed to have a lot of backbone.

Master Qing Feng didn't say anything, just went over and closed the door.

Li Changying looked at him warily, "You! What do you want?"

"Master Changying, this is the last chance." Qing Feng said.

"Don't, don't be impulsive! I say! You need to let go of what you think.

Qing Feng continued to sit back at the table, adjusted her mentality, and entered a state of meditation.

His hand gently caressed the strings, and a gentle sound came from under his hand.

In the middle of the playing, the box on the table began to shake violently, Qing Feng did not stop, and still played intently.

The box shook more and more violently, even suspended in the air. Suddenly, with a "click", the box opened.

The shadow of that woman suddenly reappeared in Qing Feng's mind, she was still hunted down, but this time, she was not running away, but shaking the silver bell in her hand with an evil smile.

Then look at those who chased her, they suddenly turned against each other and started to kill each other.

She was like a king looking down on the world, standing on a high platform, the wind ruffled her hair, but she couldn't see the distress, but even more arrogant.

Qing Feng wanted to see more clearly, but the woman was gone.

The lid of the box fell on the table, and the box was still floating. Qing Feng raised his eyes and saw that the silver bell he saw just now was lying inside.

Qing Feng reached out and took the silver bell in his hand. There were twelve bells on it, one of which was the largest and the most delicate.

There are patterns engraved on the silver bells, but Qingfeng doesn't know these patterns.There are still a few words on it, which are not the words here. Qing Feng always felt that these words seemed familiar. He tried to recall them, but there was no result.

After a long time, he suddenly remembered that he had read a crooked scripture with his master before, and the words on it were just like this.

He tried to translate, "Nightmare Soul Bell." Qing Feng said to himself.

Li Changying was stunned. He watched the box violate the common sense of physics, and watched Master Qing Feng translate the unknown thing.

More importantly, Nightmare Soul Bell had already been born, and he was tied up here and could not report.

Li Changying then shouted: "Scum! What kind of a hero are you to tie me here? Can you give me a good time?"

Master Qing Feng was disturbed, looked back at him, then picked up the Nightmare Soul Bell and shook it like that woman did, but there was no response.

Rumor has it that magic tools in the world have a certain way of awakening, the most common way is awakening with human blood.

Thinking of this, Qing Feng did what he said, biting his finger and dripping blood on the big bell.

Sure enough, the Nightmare Soul Bell radiated a bright red light for a moment, and after shaking a few times, the bloodstains disappeared, and the Nightmare Soul Bell suddenly wrapped itself around Master Qing Feng's wrist, like a silver snake.

Qing Feng looked at the things on his wrist, and picked up the box to look at it. It has to be said that this box is also extremely exquisite.

He suddenly found that there were still many small characters engraved on the inner wall of the box. Qing Feng read it slowly, but found that there were still many unknown characters, so Qing Feng took the box and went out.

Li Changying called him from the pillar, "Hey! Let me go, you! Hey!"

Unfortunately, no one responded to him.

Xiangguo Temple.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Who is this late at night!" A young boy's voice came from inside.

The door opened with a creak, and the little novice clapped his hands together and said, "Master Qing Feng."

Qing Feng said thank you and went straight to the door.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The knock on the door sounded again.

"Who is this late at night!" A middle-aged man's voice came from inside.

The door opened with a creak, Master Ling Kong flew over and said, "You little bastard disturbed my sleep!"

Qing Feng hurriedly raised her arm to block it, "Master! This disciple has something to do!"

"What can you do? It's nothing more than His Royal Highness!" Ling Kong closed the door impatiently.

Qing Feng had no choice but to keep knocking on the door until Ling Kong opened it impatiently, "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Teacher wants to go in." Qing Feng replied with a serious face.

Ling Kong went in without closing the door, Qing Feng hurriedly followed.

"Say it! You are definitely not here to honor Master, what's the matter?" Master Lingkong was already sitting on the bed and getting ready to sleep.

"Master, I ask for the commentary on that crooked scripture." Qing Feng said.

Ling Kong suddenly looked at Qing Feng defensively after hearing this, "What do you want it to do?"

Qing Feng hesitated for a moment, and said, "I just want to study."

Qing Feng felt that this thing didn't know good or bad, so it was better not to let Master know.

"You came here in the middle of the night just to study?" Master Lingkong was obviously not happy.

"Yes." Qing Feng looked very sure.

Master Ling Kong was obviously even more unhappy.

"Okay, that's a forbidden book. It's in the basement of Zangshu Pavilion. Go by yourself! Oh, yes, if you find it, go quietly and don't bother me!" Master Lingkong said lightly.

Qing Feng walked to the door, Master Lingkong's voice came from behind him, "Remember to stick to your heart, don't go crazy."

Qing Feng looked back at Master Ling Kong, he was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.

Library.

Qing Feng opened the underground door of Zangshu Pavilion, and lit the oil lamp after entering.

There are many books in it, which are arranged in a mess.It's not so much a display as a littering.

There are also many ancient books lying in disorder on the bookshelves, one after another, one volume at a time, all covered with dust.

Qing Feng also had no way to start, just stood in the middle in a daze.

This is a choice, and it is difficult for him to make a decision. The moment he came here, he didn't think about anything, but just came like this.

But now he was thinking, should he awaken the power of the Nightmare Soul Bell?Can he bear the consequences after waking up?

After about a stick of incense, Qing Feng walked slowly to the bookshelf, reached out and picked up the ancient book, dusted off the dust on it, opened it and started to read.

One night passed, and the crooked scriptures have not been found.

Qing Feng didn't go out, and continued to search inside. One day passed, but the crooked scriptures were still not found.

"Little bastard! Are you dead?" Master Ling Kong asked from above.

"No, Master." Qing Feng replied unconsciously.

"The vegetarian food is here!" Master Lingkong put the food on the ground and went out.

Three days and three nights passed in a row, and Qing Feng didn't sleep for three days and three nights.

He finally walked to the stairs with an ancient book in his hand, and climbed up a few stairs, but because he hadn't eaten for several days, his feet were soft and he fell down.

After falling down, he didn't climb up again, but sat down and opened it to look.While looking at it, I took out the box for comparison.

Qing Feng babbled, and sometimes stopped to think about something.

The ancient book has been read, close the book, Qing Feng closes his eyes.

When he opened it again, his eyes were clear.

His lips parted slightly, and a string of spells spilled out of his mouth.

The Nightmare Soul Bell jingled, and the Library Pavilion was opened, and a little novice came down and helped him up the stairs, and sent him out.

Qing Feng recited another string of incantations again, the Nightmare Soul Bell rang again, and the little novice suddenly woke up. He also looked at Master Qing Feng curiously, as if he didn't know why Master Qing Feng appeared out of nowhere.

No wonder people say that this treasure has the ability to turn the universe upside down, but it turns out that it means the power to control people's hearts!