Chapter 570 – The Sound of the Harp

A scene of reminiscence, flashed in Wang Lin’s mind, this process, more long, Wang Lin sat in the courtyard, slowly groping, every time he succeeded in refining the killing qi experience, in his mind infinitely slowed down, looking for an identical opportunity.

For a long time, Wang Lin secretly sighed, his experience of refining the killing gas several times, under careful consideration, there was almost no similarity, as if they were all obtained by chance, without any inevitability.

“If there was that day when he killed that Sima Yan, it was a bit strange …… At that time, I shot with anger, and actually refined a killing gas ……” Wang Lin’s gaze flashed, but immediately it was again dimmed.

“But this also does not make sense, after all, before there is also refining the killing gas, the mind does not fluctuate, and there are also a few killing gas, is refining from the demon soldiers, specifically which demon soldiers, it is impossible to know.”

Wang Lin pondered for a long time and was never able to get to the bottom of it, his brows gradually furrowed.

This Killing Immortal Skill is one of the focuses of my trip to enter the Demon Spirit’s Sail, and the purpose of learning this divine ability back then was to defend against Takusen.

“The strength of Takusen, the only way to resist it is to have a large number of vitality imprints……. Now that I have the Blood Soul Dan, these two are more than enough to save my life in conjunction with each other, but the Blood Soul Dan is limited after all, and my focus is still this Killing Immortal Skill!”

Wang Lin was silent, this Killing Immortal Skill he had cultivated for a few years, refining the first Killing Qi would represent a small success of this technique, but if he made it a big success, it was too difficult.

“I always feel like there are still mysteries within this killing qi, but unfortunately I have too little control to test it.” Wang Lin raised his right hand, and within his fingers, five channels of gray qi rotated rapidly.

“There are only five channels …… Even if you count the one on Duan Shixue, there are only six!”

Wang Lin sighed lightly, this Killing Immortal Technique, he was still never able to figure it out, about how this Killing Qi was born strictly out of the blue, but it was quite puzzling.

He came up with many reasons, but every single one of them was just unique and had no commonalities.

“It seems that I need a lot of attempts, a lot of deduction before I can have a chance to comprehend the mysteries of this Killing Immortal Technique!” A cold aura flashed in Wang Lin’s eyes, and a killing chance surged within his eyes.

He pondered for a little while, and his divine sense immediately spread out and swept around, finding the two sergeants responsible for his rising and living outside the courtyard behind the wigwam.

The two of them could be said to be fearful of Wang Lin’s aptitude from the bottom of their hearts and didn’t dare to approach, but the general’s order had to be obeyed, so they guarded the outside of the courtyard and didn’t allow anyone to enter and disturb them.

Wang Lin’s divine sense swept around the two soldiers and sent out a divine thought.

A short while later, the two sergeants walked in from outside the courtyard and stopped three feet in front of Wang Lin, saying in unison and respectfully, “See you, General Wang!”

“I’m going out, you two lead the way!” Yu Lin said flatly.

The two were stunned and hurriedly said yes.

Wang Lin’s body was sent forward, so he stepped out a few feet and walked outside, these two sergeants immediately followed closely, one of them hesitated and respectfully asked, “General Wang, can you prepare a warhorse?”

“No need!” With a shake, Wang Lin went around the rockery and out of the courtyard.

A line of three people, out of the Mo Mansion, Wang Lin walked ahead of where the Second Mo Mansion was located, it was the eastern corner of Hong City, this place was quieter, he casually went forward and paced.

Wang Lin walking speed is not fast, he walks, survey the surrounding, gradually, through the east corner, then came to the center of the Hong City street, here near the river, many pedestrians, stores standing side, quite lively.

A burst of boiling sound, Xu Xu into the ear, around the shuttle and pass pedestrians, there are men and women, the demon spirit of the land is more open clothing, especially those women, it is brightly dressed at the same time, revealing most of the skin, look quite pleasing to the eye.

Everything in front of him, making Wang Lin many days of mind, for one of the loose, he walked slowly, as if a few people in general, the body of immortal power unconsciously hidden up, as the flow of the river slowly dry up.

Along the way, Wang Lin stopped outside some stores from time to time and surveyed them for a few moments, or walked into them, or left, but every time he lingered, it was for a very short period of time.

He was like a passerby, walking slowly in this foreign land.

Wang Lin’s appearance is not handsome, but with his cultivation, he has an air of being out of the ordinary, so in this way, among the pedestrians around him, there are some more open-minded women who, from time to time, intersect and pass by, and will land their eyes on Wang Lin.

A white suit of Wang Lin, from a distance, seems to have no hands, as if a scholar, as for the two sergeants who always follow behind him, in the eyes of the crowd, is a typical guard.

Only, in Wang Lin’s body, there is always a very different atmosphere with this place, making him, can not really integrate here, so, its figure, but there is a trace of lost, faintly scattered.

Pedestrians around, from time to time there are pairs of men and women talk and laugh, demeanor is quite intimate, compared with them, Wang Lin’s figure, is a lonely one ……

He walked in the crowd, the surrounding noise, as if another world, a pair of men and women as if another time and space, everything in front of him, with him, there is no half of the familiar and connection.

A trace of an indescribable mood, in Wang Lin’s heart rose, he sighed softly, this street is still very long, but he, but do not want to walk on.

The sky is getting late, was about to turn around and leave, the ears came a sound of the piano, the sound of the piano is very light, as it contains a trace of sadness as light as this light sadness, light piano sound, at this moment, but is strange in line with the Wang Lin’s mind, his footsteps to leave, stopped.

Looking for the sound of the zither, Wang Lin slowly walked, not far from the side of the street, but a long light river, this river surrounds the city of Hong, is one of the inner river of the heavenly demon city.

There are several painting boats on the river, and this zither sound is coming from one of them.

Wang Lin quietly stood beside the river, listening to the sound of the zither, with his eyesight, at a glance, he saw, in that painting boat, there is a woman, playing the zither …….

The woman only revealed her back.

This back shadow, as her zither sound general, transmits a faint sadness and loneliness. Not far in front of her, there were several young people sitting, laughing and drinking with each other, and that burst of laughter, within the sound of the zither, was so incongruous, so out of place……

Wang Lin quietly looked at the boat, the zither sound fell in his ears, he slowly taste, slowly find a familiar feeling, this moment, he seems to return to the Vermilion Bird Star that peaceful valley …… that he and Li Muwan’s home ……

During that period of uneventful days, Wan Er’s zither sound always accompanied Wang Lin.

In Wan Er’s zither sound, there was the same faint sadness that Wang Lin, at that time, could hear but didn’t understand very well, the sadness in this zither sound was too vain and too ethereal.

After Wan Er left, Wang Lin never heard this same zither sound again. Today, here, he heard this zither sound, and the sadness in his heart slowly surfaced.

Before Li Muwan left, Wang Lin’s feelings for her always stayed at a centuries-old waiting touch and responsibility. This, is not a love ……

However, after Wan Er left, the rest of Wang Lin’s life was always time and time again, without realizing it, a scene with Li Muwan surfaced. Whenever this happened, his heart, it would hurt, as if he had walked into that sad forest.

Within the forest, that sleeping emotion, slowly awakened.

Bitter sadness, blue hurt, as if a cup if water, in Wang Lin’s heart, flooding bursts of indelible ripples, he will always remember, when he first met Wan Er, the panic-stricken eyes ……

The sound of the piano into the ear, obviously know is false, but Wang Lin still seems to be able to feel, Wan Er, in the sound of the piano cheer, step by step from nothingness to him, rely on his arms……

As in the valley of the year, in the sunset, he sat with Li Muwan, quietly watching the sunset …… waiting for the sunrise ……

It is always after loss that one wants to have again, and it is always in parting that one wants to turn back.

In the years of Wan’s departure, looking back again and again, and again and again to remember, so that in Wang Lin’s heart, Li Muwan’s figure, more and more thick, more and more heavy, engraved in the bottom of the heart, become endless permanent ……

The sky is getting late, before the night wants to come, above the sky, appeared a starlight, in this demon spirit land, there are too many unimaginable, such as this starlight, such as this moonlight, where it comes from is not important, the important thing is that, in this starlight, along with the sound of that zither, Wang Lin touched his dusty memories.

The starlight in the sky, reflected in the eyes of Wang Lin, accompanied by the fading sound of the zither in his ears, transformed into a strand of mind, cohesion in his heart, this mind, called Silent Kei, in the bottom of his heart, for a long time.

The sound of the zither in his ears is getting lighter and lighter, Wang Lin raised his right hand and touched his brow, as if he had touched Li Muwan inside the Heavenly Reversal Bead, he muttered softly, “Wan Er, we will meet again, this is a promise I made to you!”

The painting estimated that it was far away, and the woman’s back, too, slowly disappeared.

In the moment of the imminent complete disappearance, the woman seems to have checked, gently turned around, glanced at the far side of the river, in her eyes, there, general darkness, not half a bit of light, only this darkness, she seems to see a back, lonely slowly away.

Painting boat, the woman sighed softly, green jade hand fiddled with the strings, a sad piano sound, echoing again on both sides of the river above the lights on the painting boat, but fell in her eyes, is always a black, no matter whether it is day or night.

In this black, her jade hand playing the strings, ears burst of laughter within the boat, as if just came, will be her piano sound popping, become fragmented.

She sits on the boat head, there is no light within her eyes, but her whole person at this moment is like a lotus flower, body in the mud, half untainted, bloom alone. Only this blooming, but no one can understand, no one care.

The sound of the piano is always reverberating, but those who listen carefully, but there is no …… even if there is really, she, can look at it