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On the elevated stands of the three stands in the entire square, everyone was watching. At this moment, there was silence, and the sound of drums echoed around. There was a sadness in this drum sound, brewing a kind of sadness, which secreted into everyone's hearts and evoked emotions. The memories and aftertaste are like falling leaves in the autumn wind.
Everyone in the Wan Zhang Square, including the demon generals, was silent.
A sublimation of artistic conception, in the sound of drums echoing in the ears, like a trickle, entering the heart and touching the depths of the soul.
Wang Lin¡¯s hand always rested on the demon drum. The sound of the drum conveyed his message to the world at this moment.
Scenes of getting acquainted with Li Muwan
The loneliness of practicing seven hundred years
The hundred years of staying together in the illusion within the Tianyun Sect
The decline of walking on the streets of the land of demon spirits
All this stopped when I accidentally heard the sound of the piano coming from the boat approaching on the river!
The sound of the piano enters the ears and stays for several months, cleansing the soul and sublimating Taoism.
The sound of the woman playing the piano and the sound of the drum blended together at this moment. The bridge of Wang Lin's heart resonated, and he beat the drum with his hands, spreading the sadness that had been hidden deep in Wang Lin's heart since Li Muwan left.
The sound of drums swirled in the square, and the people around them even shed tears in silence. They were attracted by the sound of the drums and immersed in their inner world, and the past events emerged in their hearts.
Everyone has a story. This story is buried deep in the heart, but there is a kind of power that can bring out the story buried deep in the heart. This power is a kind of power of resonance.
At this moment, when Wang Lin beat the drum, he conveyed everything he felt when he heard the sound of the piano that day.
Among the demon generals, Mo Lihai had memories in his eyes. Not only him, but also Shi Xiao also had a trace of sadness in his eyes.
There is only one exception, and this person is Mo Fei. His expression is dull. This dullness, at this moment, can even be said to be indifferent. The sadness in the drums seemed to have no resonance for him.
I don¡¯t know when the drumming stopped, and it continued for a long time before some people woke up one after another.
At the moment when they woke up, except for those handsome men and a few few people, most of them looked shocked. At the moment when they woke up, they found that they had burst into tears.
Deputy Commander Xuan stared blankly at Wang Lin beside the demon drum. He sighed softly, and the complicated look in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by admiration!
"The sound of drums conveys thoughts Perhaps he is the person that His Majesty the Demon Emperor has been waiting for for countless years In the sound of drums, my long-standing cultivation actually loosened"
Among the Demon Commanders, except Tian Commander, everyone looked at Wang Lin in different ways, but one thing was the same, that was shock!
No one in this place knows better than them the meaning of the sound of drums!
This is a state!
Tianshuai¡¯s eyes were like lightning. He looked at Wang Lin in the distance, and the turbidity in his eyes had long since disappeared.
"Is his name Wang Lin"
Wang Lin gently raised his right hand and looked back at his surroundings. At this moment, he was noticed by everyone.
His eyes fell on the man in golden armor.
The face of the man in golden armor was no longer gloomy, but pale. He looked at Wang Lin blankly, speechless for a long time. Today, the monk in front of him gave him too much shock!
From the first five consecutive ringings, his expression remained unchanged, and his body remained motionless like a giant peak, until he continued to ring three times and chased after Mo Fei! Then the ninth and tenth blows echoed, especially in the tenth blow, Wang Lin was forced to retreat.
Seeing this scene in his eyes, he thought it was the end, but at this moment he discovered that all this had just begun!
The eleventh drum sounded in his shock!
If the sound of this drum was the same as the previous ten, then he would not be so startled. However, this eleventh sound is a drum that conveys thoughts. In this state, the man in golden armor asked himself that he could not achieve it. !
This has little to do with cultivation, but a state of mind! A kind of artistic conception, a kind of sublimation of the soul!
Everything that happened today was unforgettable for the man in golden armor. At this moment, he had a strong desire not to look at Wang Lin's eyes.
"Fifteen strikes, you'll lose an arm, right?" Wang Lin said softly, his voice was not loud, but at this moment, it was clearly heard by everyone.
&?, he seemed to have the illusion that his body was about to be sucked away by the sky. He looked at the demon drum with clear eyes.
"I, Wang Lin, have practiced Taoism for seven hundred years, and my mental state has reached perfection in my body, but I have not reached the goal. I know the reason why. Aiming for the throne Although my mental state has entered my body, my Taoist heart has not been perfect. It turns out in my heart Deep down, there is always a trace of sadness, a trace of hurt, a mark of seal
When Li Muwan died, my artistic conception sublimated and entered my body But Wan'er became a trace of my obsession
Therefore, when I hear the sound of the woman playing the piano, I feel sad and resonate If I listen to the sound for a hundred years, when the woman playing the piano grows old and dies, I will fully understand, The inner sorrow will disappear with the silence of the piano sound leaving only a mark that melts into the soul
But today, with the help of this drum, in a short period of time, it seems that a hundred years have passed. I melt all my sorrow into the drum and beat it out. When there is no more sorrow in my heart, and the Taoist heart is perfect, I will reach the peak. ¡¡±
Wang Lin raised his right hand, and then gently lowered it. In the brief moment when it fell, all the longing for Li Muwan and all the sadness deep in his heart emerged, and with this palm, he pressed down on the demon drum.
"But, by doing this, you are choosing to forget Do you really want to forget" Wang Lin's hand trembled.
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