Chapter 101 Moon Anchovy

The sound of the zither was ethereal, and Wu Qi couldn't tell what was so good about the sound of the zither. He just felt very relaxed and happy, as if he had returned to his mother's womb, unrestrained, without the slightest fear and melancholy. He seems to have seen the growth of all things, the grass growing and the warbler flying, the rain and dew, the wind and the cloud, and the frost of all kinds struggling to survive between the sky and the earth. Wu Qi laughed suddenly, and he closed his eyes. A young eagle seemed to fly by before his eyes, a flash of lightning flashed, and hazy greenery mixed with moist rain and dew slowly fell down.

Some things that Wu Qi had forgotten for a long time suddenly came out of his mind.

He saw himself as a toddler dragging a one-meter-long loofah crawling and rolling all over the ground in the magical and wild black land, in the farm opened by his parents. He saw himself at the age of three or five, chasing a large African specialty toad the size of a washbasin in the fields of the farm. He saw his six or seven-year-old self, accompanied by his father, using a piece of beef to tease the pet cheetah raised by a neighbor, a big black man named Qin. He saw his ** year old self, kissing a little black girl with flexible eyes under the shade of a tree...

Memories are full of beautiful things. This piano sound can actually evoke the softest and most tender memory in people's hearts. Wu Qi himself had forgotten many details, but today he was moved by the sound of the piano, and all of them appeared before his eyes.

He even recalled that little black girl who lost her first kiss with him, the nice, natural scent of green grass on her body.

Two lines of tears rolled down Wu Qi's tightly closed eyes.

Afterwards, the Xiantian True Water Spiritual Gang started to rotate automatically, and quickly rotated three small circles in the water spirit vein, turning into a chilly and biting fresh air and rushing straight to the sea of ​​Wuqi's consciousness. Ever since he practiced the source of water, the water wave with a radius of thousands of feet condensed in Wuqi's Sea of ​​Consciousness suddenly boiled, and the water wave revealed a chilly air. Countless icebergs and snowflakes formed impressively on the water wave, and Wuqi's Zifu Sea of ​​Consciousness became In the icy and snowy land, the dense air-conditioning quickly made Wu Qi tremble, and he soon regained consciousness.

A mysterious formula in the stolen scriptures slowly emerged in Wuqi's sea of ​​consciousness. The title of the formula is "Small Heavens, Seven Saints, Gods and Demons Forging God Art". A magical formula invaded by foreign demons. Originally, this method would not appear until Wu Qi reached the realm of innate fetal breath, but today, stimulated and threatened by the sound of the piano, this method was selected by Wu Qi's subconscious mind in advance.

If you steal the scriptures, you can steal everything in the world. In the various worlds, there are endless spells to confuse the mind. Among them, there are some practitioners and powerful people who like to use various magic spells to protect their caves and treasure places. The means of illusion, how can you steal everything in the world if you steal the scriptures? This "Little Heavens and Seven Holy Gods Forging God Art" is a kind of magical magic, and it is an extremely profound and mysterious kind. It can not only offset various spiritual attacks, but also a magical method for various spiritual attacks .

Wu Qi's heart sank, and he instinctively followed this method of forging the spirit to condense the power of spiritual consciousness into seven emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire.

There were seven tiny light spots faintly flashing in his eyes, suddenly there was an indescribable mysterious aura around him, and the expression on his face also had a faint evil spirit. The embryonic form of the seven emotions gods and demons faintly formed in Wuqi's sea of ​​consciousness, because of the strength of his spiritual consciousness, the current seven emotions gods and demons are just seven erratic shadows like green smoke, but they are already enough to defend against the alluring power in the music of the piano.

Although the sound of the piano at this moment is still quiet and sweet, it can no longer move Wu Qi's heart. He slowly wiped away the tears on his face, with a bit of sullenness, he squinted his eyes and looked around, wanting to see what Yuehui, who was teasing people with the music of the piano, looked like.

Memories of many years, those are Wu Qi's few warm memories, which have been firmly locked in his heart. This time Yuehui actually used the music of the piano to bring back memories that Wu Qi didn't want to recall, how could he not be annoyed? He is like the most selfish child who was intruded into his private world and touched his favorite toy. Now Wu Qi is full of anger and wants to draw his sword to kill.

Many people in the hall had different complexions, but they were all stunned, apparently none of them escaped from Qin Yin's attack.

Zhang Hu, who was sitting on Wu Qi's left hand side, had a silly smirk on his face, and he opened his mouth to laugh cheerfully and silently, with long stretches of saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth. No need to ask, this guy must have thought of his old friends in the brothel over the years. Looking at the small tent set up on his lower body, you can tell that he must be in an illusion with his old friends.

Hu Wei on the right hand side lowered his head, with a slight smile on his face, exuding a faint murderous aura around him. He seemed to be in the barracks, laughing and playing with his robes. Behind his smile, there was a trace of indescribable sadness. Wu Qi looked at Hu Wei in surprise, this guy's resolve was much stronger than Zhang Hu's, maybe he already understood that the many robes that appeared in front of him were illusions? It's just that he doesn't want to wake up from that good memory.

How many years has Hu Wei served in Little Montreal? In these years, how many Paozhe brothers he had died in the endless barbaric tide?

Wu Qi gave Hu Wei a pitiful look, and let this man spend more time with his brother in that illusion, even if it was just for a short time to play a zither. This is a real iron-blooded soldier, so the time to show tenderness is also very precious to him, right?

But for Zhang Hu, Wu Qi grabbed the wine jug, and slowly poured the fine wine in the jug onto his tall tent.

Zhang Hu shivered, and suddenly woke up from the sound of the piano. He looked around angrily, and was shocked to find that he was actually in the hall, not in the brothel in the phantom. Zhang Hu was also considered a knowledgeable person. He lowered his voice in horror, and grabbed himself soaked. He asked in a low voice, "Damn it, what kind of trick is this ghost song? Just now, at least I was having fun with a hundred women on a big bed!"

Wu Qi glared at Zhang Hu, and shouted in a low voice, "Just now, just a one-year-old child can kill you with one blow!"

There was a lot of cold sweat on Zhang Hu's forehead, he looked around angrily, and cursed in a low voice: "Where is the dead ghost playing the piano?"

Wu Qi didn't say anything, he wandered around and found that apart from Yan Dan, Lord Yan Qi, Jing Ke and others on the stage, there were no more than thirty people in the hall who could still keep their senses. Ma Yi, the head waiter who brought Jing Ke two tanks of fine wine, also did not fall into the virtual world constructed by the music of the piano. He was like a vigilant old hound, standing firmly beside Yan Dan, his eyes radiant with vigilance. Scanning around.

Princess Zhang Le sat on the high platform, resting her chin with her hands, squinting her eyes at the many important officials and nobles in the hall. When she saw that Wu Qi quickly regained consciousness from the bewilderment of the piano sound, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the beautiful Taobao women's clothing Tmall Taobao mall Taobao women's winter jacket M's little face, and she looked at Wu Qi very happily. Nod here. Her small red lips moved silently, Wu Qi happened to have learned lip language, and saw that Princess Zhang Le was cursing: "This ugly woman who pretends to be a ghost, my father treats her as an honored guest, and Zhang Le hates her"

Wu Qi pursed his lips and smiled, poured himself a glass of wine, raised the glass, and poured the wine on the ground. He told Zhang Le, no matter what Yuemian's origin is, just throw her out like water. Can a musician be compared with her, Princess Zhang Le?

Princess Zhang Le, who was a little sullen just now, smiled, straightened up abruptly, and proudly raised her chin. She grabbed the wine jug boldly and said, 'Gudu Gudu, she swallowed the wine in the jug in two gulps, and then proudly exhaled towards Wu Qi.

Yan Dan and Yan Qijun noticed Princess Zhang Le's little gesture at the same time, and they turned their heads to look at it together. Princess Zhang Le winked and smiled at the two of them, posing as a lady and sitting upright, with the five-colored light behind her back desperately fluttering, like the tail of a peacock spreading its tail, exuding an indescribable pride and merry.

Yan Dan and Lord Yan Qi looked at Wu Qi again. But Wu Qi straightened his face long ago, and put on an appearance of being immersed in the sound of the piano. Yan Dan and the two of them looked at this side for a long time, except for Zhang Hu who was frowning and steaming the drink on his crotch silently, where could he be? See anything wrong?

Shaking his head, Yan Dan smiled softly at Yan Qi Jun, "Zhang Le, I've grown up."

Yan Qijun smiled lightly and shook his head disapprovingly. He turned his head to look at Wu Qi again, raised his eyebrows, sharp as a knife.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and everyone in the hall gasped in ecstasy, and let out a gasp in surprise. Those young nobles sighed in admiration, and exhausted all the words of praise they could think of to praise Yuechan's piano sound had reached a state of supernatural skill. In these noble praises, Yuehui is already a fairy among the gods, and should not appear in this world of mortals at all.

Ringing the bells, a woman in white was holding a Yaoqin and walked slowly into the Chongtian Temple. The many dignitaries in the hall who hadn't praised her just now were dumbfounded for a moment, and all of them cleaned up their faces, and they all stood up and saluted the woman in white. Especially those young Haogui, just like a passionate rooster seeing a little hen, they all tried their best to show their appearance and appearance, wishing to pounce on the woman in white to show their feelings.

Wu Qi also looked at the woman carefully. Being able to use the sound of the piano to induce illusions and seduce the memory deep in the subconscious mind is already a very powerful magic spell in the fairy art. He wants to see what such a powerful woman looks like.

After seeing it, Wu Qi couldn't help being very disappointed. This woman is slender and slim, but she has a good figure, but her whole body is wrapped in a thick white cloak, except for her hands, which are as white as jade and are almost translucent, there is not even a single bit of flesh on her.

She was wearing a bamboo hat made of purple bamboo silk, with three feet of white gauze hanging down from the edge, covering her face, one could just barely see that she had an oval face, but it was impossible to see what she looked like.

Such a behavior of hiding her head and revealing her tail made this Yuehui a little more attractive, even Wu Qi was a little eager to move, wishing to lift her veil, tear off her clothes, and take a closer look at what she had done. Such a delicate body, what a beautiful appearance.

Just thinking of this, Wu Qi's heart twitched again, and the Seven Holy Gods throbbed for a while, invisible magic power covered Wu Qi's sea of ​​consciousness, and the cold air shocked him, and he woke up again. The charm of Yue Fu was so strong this time, Wu Qi almost fell into her temptation again.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Qi lowered his head and stopped looking at the woman. After breaking away from the seductive power of the moon bomb twice in a row, Wu Qi's spiritual power had already been consumed by about 30%, and he didn't want to waste too much energy here.

Yue Hui walked to the high platform at the end of the hall like flowing clouds and flowing water, and Ran Ran saluted Yan Dan.

"Minister Yuehui, I have met Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live."

Millions of heroes cross the river, and thousands of riders roll to flatten the net!

Comrades are too hard today, and there is no way to repay the pig's head, so I will brew it. The ticket chapter has been updated in advance!

Because Zhutou has caught a cold for the past two days, he was still howling the song in YY for more than an hour yesterday, and today he suddenly had a severe headache, so he couldn't keep updating, so he had to release it in advance to let everyone have a good time!