The red jade on Wuya Peak, above the head, caused a turbulent heart veins due to the sound of the piano, and is now regulating breathing and exercising power.

As for the Wuya Cave below, Meng Shiyue's situation seems to be not very good tonight. The sound of the piano can not only help her practice, but also hurt her heart.

In the sound of the piano that is melodious and wailing, people's emotions and six desires will be infinitely amplified, and when they are in a good mood, they will practice higher and higher. When they are depressed, they will feel that the feeling of depression becomes deeper and deeper, and in the end they are so heavy that they can hardly bear it.

If you can withstand it, your skills will naturally rise one step further, but if you can't withstand it, your bloodline will be damaged.

Meng Shiyue had known this principle before, but even though she knew that she could not think randomly when practicing qigong, she still couldn't help but be disrupted by peaceful mind tonight.

Before coming, she had been to the Zui Meng Hall where she had never returned. As usual, she watched him paint for a while before leaving. But this time before leaving, she suddenly seemed to understand what she had not understood over the years.

Since she was very young, she knew that her senior brother's writings were all excellent things. Even the master said that his painting skills were superb, and he was simply invincible.

However, over the years, my senior brother's painter has clearly regressed. Every time I draw the things, the lines are so thick that it makes people completely unable to understand what he is drawing.

Without delicate emotions and perfect brushwork, it is like just holding a brush and drawing it randomly.

If she hadn't seen him paint seriously every time, she would have advised him not to waste his energy on such boring things, but tonight, just as she turned around, a breeze penetrated through the windowsill and blew up the almost completed painting on the table.

The scroll was blown. When she turned around, she happened to see the scroll being caught by him with one hand and fitted with his big palm. At first glance, a beautiful scenery obviously appeared in the painting.

Because I can't see clearly and it's vague, I can see its beauty instead.

It was clearly the back of a person sitting on the swing, and she outlined her figure with just a few strokes. There was not much charm for the women, but there was a bit of heroic and cheerful atmosphere.

A black hair was tied casually behind his head, which was actually just a thick and thin stroke, but it made Meng Shiyue clearly see the long hair that was tied up casually.

The thick pen and ink made her unable to see the woman's face, but the feeling, the aura that made her feel so familiar that she could feel resentful at first glance, instantly tightened her whole heart.

She knew that he could not forget the woman, but she never knew that his longing for Meng Cangyun had always been so truly exposed to her, but she had never known it for so many years!

She was so angry that she walked over and grabbed the scroll in his hand, grabbed it and smashed it. She also took the white paper he placed next to the table, slashed it with her palm, as well as his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the tables he often used to paint, and the scrolls he had painted over the years.

But after venting her, her mood did not get better at all. She knew that no matter how she vented, this depression would always be suppressed in her heart and could not let it go.

Before leaving, she asked her servants to bring him a new desk and add a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. So when she left quietly, she saw the figure standing on the desk and holding the pen to continue painting something on the blank scroll.

He was not afraid of her, because he was not afraid of death. Perhaps death was a relief for him, and he was not afraid of her using forced means to force his body, because after he had to force, not only would he die, but she could not escape that disaster.

He was not afraid of anything and could take anything lightly, so she had no good way to make him surrender. The only way was to use his only little bloodline to threaten him, letting him stay by her side obediently.

But she didn't dare to let the world suffer too much because she knew that her senior brother had his own bottom line. Once he broke through his bottom line, he would rather end his brother's life with his own hands than keep him and be persecuted by her.

She had no choice but to do anything to him, whether it was strong or to beg, or to use hard or soft, and all kinds of methods were no different from him.

She dreamed of killing the moon and had whatever she wanted, and she covered her hands to make clouds and rain, but why didn't she get his heart? Even her people couldn't get anything.

And that woman was obviously not good at anything, and she was even one-tenth of her good deeds to her senior brother, but why did she have been away for more than 20 years, but her senior brother was always obsessed with her? Where can she not compare to her?

When his heart tightened, his blood and energy surged even more violently. The man in white who was playing the piano not far away frowned slightly, and a strand of scarlet blood had slipped off the corners of his lips.

Meng Shiyue couldn't see it, but she could feel the harm caused to him by her confusion. He used the magic piano to help him practice, and at the same time improved his piano skills because of her practice.

The two of them are mutual. Once she is injured, the man in white will not be able to get better. On the other hand, if the man in white is injured, she will not be able to escape the disaster.

Finally, the stuffiness in her chest slowly calmed down. As the sound of the piano became more and more melodious, the blood and energy that surging in her body slowly calmed down.

But not long after, Meng Shiyue began to get excited again, because the sound of the piano suddenly became sad and depressed, and there was a kind of depression that could not be vented. But this time she knew very well that this depression did not come from herself, but from him.

Her cold eyes opened slightly, and she looked at the man in white who had his eyes closed in the corner and bleeding from the corner of her lips. She tried hard to use her breath and ordered him to adjust his mood as soon as possible, but the man in white seemed to have fallen into his thoughts and was completely unwilling to listen to her.

Meng Shiyue was anxious and her heart was in chaos again. In this way, neither of them could calm down. After less than half a stick of incense, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

The man in white opened his mouth and a mouthful of turbid blood surged out. Meng Shiyue opened her cold eyes, and the breath surging in her chest could not be suppressed at all. Before she could say a little, turbid blood surged out wildly.

After wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips, she stared at the man in white who was sitting in the corner and slowly opening her eyes, and said angrily: "You practiced for me, but you dared to hurt my heart because of your sorrow. Do you know that you have committed a death sentence?"

Chu Jiangnan's indifferent eyes fell on her, without any fear in her eyes, and her face had not changed at all. He said indifferently: "I have said that I am in a bad mood today and it is not appropriate to accompany you to practice. You have to continue. What is the crime?"

Meng Shiyue's palm tightened and she glared at him angrily, but she didn't know what to say.

What he said was the fact, and his rudeness to himself was long since her recognition. It should be said that he had been used to it.

As he said, in his uneasy mood, the two shouldn't have practiced at all, but because she was really depressed tonight, if she didn't do anything, she would be afraid that the long night would be difficult to get through.

She stood up. Since it was her fault, she could not pursue it. She was about to go out of the cave. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Master Nan standing up straight, swaying lightly at the corner of her clothes, and following her.

She suppressed her displeasure and said coldly: "Don't worry, what I promised will be fulfilled, and someone will take you to see her later."

Chu Jiangnan didn't say anything. After she left, she calmed down the surging breath in her chest, took a deep breath and stepped towards the top of the cliff.

Meng Shiyue returned to Wuya Peak first before him, and Hongyu followed her closely.

When Meng Jun was taken away when he heard something happened in Zui Meng Palace and even Mo Zhu chased him out, Meng Shiyue's face changed drastically and she said angrily: "Who dares to do such a traitor? Where did the person escape?"

Hongyu knelt down with a pounce and replied hurriedly: "According to the deputy general of Sima, he was a man in black named Mo You, who took her man to kidnap Lord Mengjun. Mo Zhu knew that Your Majesty was concerned about Lord Mengjun, so she couldn't help but have something wrong with Lord Mengjun, which made Your Majesty sad, so she dared to leave her post without permission and chased him first, and asked Your Majesty not to blame him."

"Well done." Meng Shiyue didn't see any displeasure or anger on her face. She said, "Take him to see that woman", and then walked hurriedly back towards the direction of the palace.

Since even Sima Yanji has been dispatched, even if she is the superior king of a country, she is not as good as that of the governor.

Knowing that Mo You took the world away, he could calm down. At least that woman would not hurt the man she loved for the rest of her life but could not get it.

In addition, if the four seas do not return to their current body, it is impossible to do anything with the woman, so she is not afraid that Mo You will dare to touch him.

But, if she dared to take that person away from her place, was her senior sister who had been expelled from the sect long ago, so she was too brave?

She didn't take her life last time, but she dared to come to her home alone this time, so don't blame her for being ruthless. This time she must let the woman die without a place to die!

Seeing that she was about to leave, Hongyu wanted to say something, but in the blink of an eye, where was the figure of His Majesty in his sight when he looked up?

She asked herself that her martial arts skills were not weak, but if she compared them with His Majesty, she would be different from heaven and earth.

The way of martial arts is vast and boundless. When will she learn half of Her Majesty’s cultivation?

At the bottom, a slender figure rushed towards the breeze. Hongyu immediately climbed up from the ground and met his eyes that were so faint that they had no taste. She said calmly: "I'll take you there now, but if you are so hurt, do you want to take a rest first?"

"No need." Chu Jiangnan held the Guqin in one hand and stared at her coldly.

Hongyu was . Such a beautiful man couldn't bear to see him suffer, but Mr. Nan was reluctant to accept comfort from others from head to toe. Therefore, she just reminded her that it would be fine if the other party didn't care.
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