Chapter 505: Accept Differences and Maintain Yourself
To be honest.
Sound repair is actually not suitable for Ruan Wei.
Music itself is something that consumes a person's emotions extremely.
And Ruan Wei.
She is a killer, Mo's feelings.
Ruan Wei's emotions are naturally calmer than others, and her empathy for things is as shallow as it can be.
Rational to the extreme.
Suspicious to the point of hurting others.
This is the advantage of her being a sword cultivator, but it is also the disadvantage of her being a sound cultivator.
Xiao Xuantong always thought that his junior sister played the piano very well. He didn't understand it, but it sounded very nice anyway.
But if you insist on asking him what the difference is between those songs.
Xiao Xuantong could only spread his hands.
Give up.
But at this moment, now, Ruan Wei has opened up to love.
She seemed to be able to better understand the high and low tones in the music scores, and gradually understood the significance of pauses and speed.
A heartless person can never save the world.
Son of Penglai.
We should have compassion for the world, a Buddhist heart for all living beings, and a heart to help the world.
Priests of the past.
Because of the harsh treatment of fate, she had already embarked on a path of no return and could no longer understand the meaning of the heart.
Ruan Wei now.
She got it, she understood, she knew.
then.
The song "Calling the Spirit" plays.
The girl's knuckles fluttered like butterfly wings.
The person is like a painting, the music is like a poem, this sad and gentle melody pours out like flowing water, blending the soul with the music and guiding the soul with emotion.
Being afraid is being afraid.
Ruan Wei is a king of rolls.
Whatever she does, she does to the best of her ability.
She wants to ask the spirit.
The spirit must also be summoned in the most complete, clear and solid way possible.
This time, Ruan Wei played "Spirit Summoning" even more attentively than the song for Penglai Immortal Sect's year-end assessment.
Those with weaker spiritual power couldn't help but shed tears.
Those who were more sensitive to spiritual energy felt their ears tremble slightly and their bodies trembled unconsciously.
In the air.
There also seemed to be many more strange things that were hard to explain.
Wang Jiyu felt such a strange breath for the first time, and she couldn't help but shrink behind her sister.
On the ground, in the air, and in another invisible and intangible human world, dim blue halos gradually lit up, one after another, almost occupying everyone's sight.
"What are those?" Wang Jiyu asked.
Wang Xixing said calmly, "Spiritual consciousness."
"Or rather, it's the consciousness of the deceased."
In the mortal world, dead people are called ghosts; and in the world of cultivation, in addition to ghosts, dead people are also called spirits.
Wu Yu frowned.
"Oh my god, oh my god, there's a ghost—"
Chang Huaijin screamed and pounced into Xiao Xuantong's arms.
Xiao Xuantong caught the person: "..."
He said helplessly: "You are such a grown-up, and you are still afraid of these things."
Chang Huaijin hasn't spoken yet.
Chi Jin, "It's okay to be afraid."
His eyes were half covered by his long drooping eyelashes. In a blink, he said again with certainty:
“Anyone can be scared no matter how old they are.”
Not only senior sisters, but senior brothers can also be afraid.
"Being afraid of ghosts, insects, or the dark is fine," Chi Jin said. "No one would say you're weak. People just have all sorts of emotions about other things."
Penglai taught so many classics from various sects, and his library contained ancient books from all over the world, and many old masters gave one-on-one instruction.
In order to make them——
Be sensible and know right from wrong.
read.
Read more and more books.
It is to make people accept the differences between themselves and others, accept the differences between others, and accept the differences between the world.
Then.
In this world where every character is subtly differentiated, survive quietly and compassionately.
Accept differences and be yourself.
Chi Jin was fairly fair today.
Chang Huaijin suddenly felt that he had someone backing him up.
He raised his head from Xiao Xuantong's shoulder and echoed, "That's right!"
Xiao Xuantong: "...I was wrong."
Xiao Xuantong has always been a very generous person, and he is also a straightforward person who disdains to argue and show off.
Admit your mistakes if you are wrong.
This is not what boys should do.
This is what every normal person should do.
As the melody gradually faded away.
The blue lights scattered around slowly gathered into a block, and the human figure gradually became clear.
Eventually, it coalesces into something.
It was a transparent light blue figure, a teenager covered in scars, with empty eye sockets and twisted hands and feet.
Its figure is elusive, as if it will disappear at any time.
Everyone looked at the spirit in surprise.
Wang Xixing: "...and just summoned the spirit body like that?"
No need to burn incense? No need to continuously infuse spiritual energy?
This is different from the spirits Wang Xixing had seen before! !
Chi Jin said: "What else?"
Jian Kong's expression was complicated: "First time?"
"Anyway, I haven't seen her practice." Xiao Xuantong said, "Weiwei learns quickly. She'll just get used to it."
Wang Xixing and Jiankong fell into silence.
The way of heaven!
Wang Xixing, Jian Kong: I have the right to remain silent until the Heavenly Dao gives a reasonable explanation! !
The song ends.
Only then did Ruan Wei let out a breath of foul air.
She put away Youying and turned her aching wrist vigorously.
The innate spirit also began to work.
Another reason why Ruan Wei doesn't like playing Youying is -
Youying is really too spiritual energy-consuming!!!
Fortunately.
Although Youying loves to devour spiritual power like a bottomless pit, it is also very powerful. It is already very powerful just as a melee weapon.
Ruan Wei slowly opened her eyelids.
Looking at the transparent spirit standing in front of her, she let out a soft sigh.
Perfectionism·Ruan Wei thought: Judging from the color, the spirit this time is still a little light, I must make it darker next time.
People who are bland are not popular, but people who are strong are popular!
Just make do with it.
Ruan Wei stared at the spirit and asked, "Who are you? Why are you wandering here?"
The spirit was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "My name is Zhao Jing."
moment.
On the victim's family side, a woman sat on the ground with a sad face and two lines of tears sliding down her haggard face.
The loess rolled in wet.
Soaked through the white bones.
The woman cried, "Jing'er, this is my Jing'er! My son, my son..."
Hear a familiar voice.
Zhao Jing, who had already lost his eyesight, looked blankly towards the source of the sound.
Not found.
So it turned back: "Why are you here..."
The spirit's voice was ethereal and sad.
It probably hadn't spoken for a long time, its voice was intermittent, there were some strange pauses in its sentences, and there was some leakage in its speech.
This is not surprising.
After all, it doesn't even have a physical body anymore.
There was a hideous, bloody wound on his neck.
Ruan Wei asked again, "I called you here because I have something to ask you."
"I know." Zhao Jing said, "I've been listening here the whole time. I know what the adults want to ask."
It knows what's going on here.
It's just that without the attraction of spiritual energy, it cannot condense into shape.
Zhao Jing looked at Ruan Wei with his empty eyes. Ruan Wei couldn't help feeling a little sad when she heard the woman crying so sadly.
Mother and son will never see each other again.
Then, Zhao Jing closed his eyelids, leaving two lines of blood and tears.
"Why are you lingering here?" Zhao Jing murmured.
Zhao Jing said:
"Thirty-five years ago, I died here."
He said: "My flesh and blood are crushed under this Wang family compound, my bones are devoured by the fish in the pond, and my soul is suppressed and cannot be reborn."
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