Die Yunyu's Story
Chapter 109 The Story of Die Yunyu
"Yifeng, is this your piano skill?"
Die Yunyu looked at Yifeng with a smile, her eyes full of ridicule. I have to say that this is very childlike, and it makes people want to laugh.
Yifeng rolled his eyes: "This young master is just trying the piano!"
Die Yun looked at Yifeng with a plump smile, that beautiful face exuded the unique taste of a mature woman, and there was infinite charm in every smile and frown. Having seen Yi Feng's piano skills, of course she doesn't believe how good Yi Feng's piano skills are. However, this kid's funny ability is still very strong, and being with him can also relax the mood.
Die Yunyu's teasing eyes did not affect Yifeng at all. He took a deep breath and thought about the score of "The Complaint of the Concubine Xiang" in his mind. This song used to be one of the many favorite ancient songs in the previous life.
Yifeng plucked the strings lightly, and the jerky strings somewhat made Yifeng uncomfortable, and there were occasional noises interspersed among them.
Die Yunyu groaned slightly and didn't, although the noise was not obvious, but for her who could also be called everyone, she could easily spot it.
However, the dark and hoarse sound of the piano didn't stay like this all the time, when Yifeng plucked the strings faster and faster. The little noise caused by the jerky also disappeared completely.
Gradually, the overtones are slowly and gradually pressed, like weeping and complaining, and the words come out.
Die Yunyu's originally unserious expression became serious at this moment. She sat up slightly, looked at Yifeng with fixed eyes, and concentrated her whole body's energy on the strings.
Yi Feng, who was plucking the strings, played it coherently. If there are masters around, they will definitely be able to find that Mo Qing is full of soul power. Accompanied by the plucking of the strings, ripples of soul power also appeared one after another, and invisible ripples spread from the strings.
Die Yunyu was already standing there in a daze, the song and the scene made him a little dazed. Yifeng's piano skills are not so good, at least they are far worse than his own. However, the weeping sound of the zither made him extremely shocked. She had never heard this song. Most importantly, it is exciting and should be a masterpiece.
Yifeng played more and more smoothly, and the strings were plucked in one go. Gradually, the whole space became quiet. People are quiet, and the heart is also quiet. The gentle sound of the piano seems to bring people into yesterday, and the people and things that seem to have passed away are presented before the eyes again, and everything is still in the ear.
When the last note came down, Yifeng looked at his warmed hands. He was stunned and speechless: he didn't expect to wave it this time, he never felt that the conversation went so smoothly. The current water quality, if put outside, would be considered top-notch.
Yifeng was just trying to use his soul power to precisely adjust the strings he plucked, but he never imagined that he could integrate his whole body into the piano, as if the human body and the piano had become one. The hand can be pulled out almost without thinking.
Most importantly, this love seems to have a special effect. My own soul power covered it, and it actually resonated with it. The sensitivity of the soul power has increased several times. What's even more amazing is that when he withdrew his soul power, he actually found that his soul power had increased by one share again. After breaking through the eighth level, there is only a thin film left.
"Damn, Qin that can increase soul power?! Isn't it so awesome?!"
Yifeng smiled wryly, but when he remembered the ranking of weapons the old man said, he suddenly understood. This Moqing is definitely more than a spiritual weapon. No wonder Die Yunyu would say that it is priceless.
When Yifeng turned his head to look at Die Yunyu, the picture in front of him outlined the flames surging in his heart. Throat feels extremely thirsty. The woman in front of her was so confusing that she wished she could pounce on her and eat her.
I saw that pretty face that the world was angry with was covered with crystals. The proud arc undulates unceasingly, proving that the waves are turbulent. The sharp contrast between the weak appearance and the previous maturity made people feel a kind of spiritual trance. But it even arouses the evil desire in the man's heart.
If other peerless beauties with pear blossoms bring rain, it will arouse the deep desire for protection in men. However, Die Yunyu unexpectedly stimulated his man's most primitive impulse.
"Depend on……"
Yifeng cursed in a low voice, Ling Yunjue began to circulate in his body urgently, suppressing the surging evil fires.
"This woman is killing me..."
Yifeng thought that coloring is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Find the tissue and silently hand it to Die Yunyu.
Of course Yifeng didn't think his song was so powerful that it could move people to tears. Thinking about it, Die Yunyu's song should have brought back her memories. Qin can understand the heart, sometimes it is not a joke.
Yifeng sees that Die Yunyu is still crystal clear, and Yifeng sighs at the same time that the woman is doing water. Reaching out to help him wipe away the tears, occasionally touching the warm smooth skin made his heart tremble. Ling Shenjue in his body doubled again.
Just when Yifeng opened his mouth to say something, Die Yunyu threw himself into Yifeng's arms and burst into tears.
The soft fragrance rushed to his chest, and waves of warm breath rushed straight to Yifeng's body, and Yifeng could feel the astonishing tenderness and charm of this fiery body.
"It's dead! This young master has been taken advantage of."
Yifeng sighed deeply in his heart, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all, he hugged Die Yun's plump waist, and the tentacles were amazingly elastic. Let him have a tortured mentality.
"That... sister! Are you okay?"
Yifeng smiled wryly, if this continues, it will be difficult for him not to be transformed into a wolf of the moon night.
Die Yunyu ignored Yifeng, buried her head on Yifeng's not-so-broad shoulders and kept twitching. Soon, Yifeng felt that a large piece of it was wet.
Yi Feng had no choice but to silently recite Tao Te Ching, Buddhist Sutra, Guanyin Sutra, Zhennan Jing, Lie Nu Jing...he silently recited everything he knew. But it doesn't seem like praying has much effect.
When Yifeng felt that his clothes were too wet, he finally couldn't help but said, "That... sister, can you get up first?"
Just when Yifeng gave up hope and was about to recite the Chaste Men's Sutra a hundred or eighty times again, a trembling voice rang out, "Aren't you guys all planning on me? Now that I'm hugging you, why don't you?" So many opinions."
Yifeng was stunned, and then dissatisfied: "Hey, if I can go further, of course I have no objection, but I can only hug, I am very embarrassed. You know, if I claim to be pregnant, I will mess with the willow (will be dirty)."
"Pooh……"
Die Yun gave a yell, and then got up from Yi Feng's arms, but that pretty face covered with tears always makes people think infinitely evil.
"Cough, isn't it just because of a man? Is it so sad to cry?" Yi Feng muttered, with a sour taste in his tone.
Die Yunyu seemed to have experienced a big cry, and her mood calmed down a little. She rolled her eyes at Yifeng and said, "How do you know?"
Yifeng smiled and said, "Do you know the name of this song? "The Resentment of the Concubine Xiang"! No one knows the feelings in it better than me. I don't even need to think about it."
Die Yunyu nodded, and Yifeng's piano skills were considered top-notch. But it's far worse than her, so of course it won't make her lose her composure. However, this piece of music seems to be made for myself, every tune catches my heart, as if this is my own life experience.
Die Yunyu even suspected that Yifeng knew her identity, and then did it casually. However, she thought it was impossible.
"Want to hear a story?"
Die Yunyu suddenly said thoughtfully.
Yifeng knew that she wanted to tell a story about her. He smiled and nodded, and also wanted to know what kind of story could make a woman who had matured to such a degree cry to such an extent.