C4 Peerless zither skill

When Murong Heng woke up, it was already night. He opened his blurry eyes and saw that he was lying on the sofa in the living room. He was still feeling dizzy and confused.

When Murong Heng finally became a little more clear-headed, all the memories of what happened previously gushed out of his brain like a stream. Presumably, he was knocked unconscious by that An Wenxuan fellow, Murong Heng thought in his heart.

"Ah …" Touching his own forehead, Murong Heng felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if his head had been pinched through a door. After all, he was in a coma for the past few hours. Who knew what that An Wenxuan brat had done to him that left no one behind?

Supporting his upper body, Murong Heng sat up. Leaning on the soft cushion of the sofa, he wanted to relax his aching muscles. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. Why did he feel as tired as if he had just run a 43 kilometer marathon?

Looking around, everything was exactly the same. It seemed like An Wenxuan was not a thief who entered the house to rob others, because the watch in his hand had not been taken off yet. But, why did that An Wenxuan want to make him faint? Also, how did he manage to knock himself out?

Thinking about it, Murong Heng suddenly remembered the thick silver needle that he had in his hand earlier. Murong Heng's body trembled, and his heart palpitated. No way, such a thick needle, could it be …

Murong Heng ruthlessly shook his head, trying his best not to think about that side.

Ah!" "Murong Heng, you're awake." An Wenxuan's extremely noisy voice suddenly rang in Murong Heng's ears.

Turning his head to look, Murong Heng indeed saw An Wenxuan walking out of the study room.

"You actually have so many books on ancient medicine in your study, I didn't think that a few of them would be of help to me! "Oh right, if you wake up, how do you feel?" An Wenxuan didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of guilt over how he had caused Murong Heng to faint previously.

"It's all thanks to you that I'm still alive!" Murong Heng angrily said as he brushed away the remnants of the food on the table.

"You're welcome!" What else do we have to say to each other? "

Hearing An Wenxuan's words, Murong Heng really wanted to smash himself to death. He had seen people with thick skin, but he had never seen anyone with such thick skin as An Wenxuan!

However, An Wenxuan did not mind the change in Murong Heng's expression at all, and continued to speak: "I have already used the Nine Yang Needle Technique to help you inspect, and the structure of your body is complete, without the slightest damage. "Furthermore, your soul from your previous life was exceptionally strong, causing your current body to be much stronger than ordinary people. However …"

After pausing for a while and looking at Murong Heng's confused expression, An Wenxuan continued: "... "However, your brain tissue is severely damaged. The cerebral cortex, which controls memory, should have suffered extensive burns when you descend to the mortal world …"

"Nonsense!" If you take such a thick needle and prick my head, even if I don't get injured, I won't be a human anymore! " Murong Heng had wanted to hear how many stories An Wenxuan could come up with, but when he mentioned about his brain injury, he did not feel any guilt at all. There was actually such a person …

"You are truly heartless! Your brain is damaged, do what I do! "I already said that you burned yourself when you came down to the mortal realm …"

Right now, Murong Heng had confirmed that this man must have escaped from a mental hospital. He was a hundred percent sure that there was no doubt at all. He had already felt that this man wasn't very normal, but now he realized that he was completely abnormal! Do normal people keep the word "descending" on their lips?

"I don't have much money, so you can take whatever you want. I just want to beg you to leave my house as soon as possible." Murong Heng was a little unable to hold it in. He had only wanted to live a peaceful life to begin with, how could he have known that such a crazy person would intrude into his life?

"I say, it's enough for you!" I forgive you for your current confusion. If you lose your memory, you really won't be able to recognize me … He wondered how much mastery he still had over his zither skills … "How much of an impression do I have of my own immortal skills …" The last few words, An Wenxuan seemed to be talking to himself.

Murong Heng could not hold it in any longer. He tried his best to stand up. At worst, he would just go all out against this lunatic, but no matter what, he had to get this fellow out of his home! But when he heard An Wenxuan mention the word "zither skill", he suddenly froze.

"Qin? You know I can play? " Murong Heng suddenly seemed to have forgotten everything from before, as he firmly held onto the key word without letting go.

"To think that you would ask such a question. Who in this world doesn't know of your zither arts?" If it weren't for your zither arts, would you have achieved your current accomplishments? "Of course, this is not your current accomplishments. It is your achievements from back then …" An Wenxuan was a little speechless, the dignified "Zither Immortal" had actually forgotten all about his fame.

"I'm playing now and then." Murong Heng suddenly said absentmindedly. Then, like a puppet, he stood up and walked towards his own bedroom. In that place, he had placed the most precious thing he had right now. A lyre!

Seeing Murong Heng looking like a god when he heard the word "zither", An Wenxuan was also stunned. Then the corners of his mouth curled up in an unconcealable smile. This was a joy that came from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that the title of "Zither Immortal" would not be removed so easily! Thinking about it, An Wenxuan also quickly followed Murong Heng into his bedroom.

Murong Heng's bedroom was very simple, it was just a bed and a table. On the table, there were layers upon layers of zither music, scattered on the table. There were also a few reference books on the zither that had been flipped over and folded into a single page.

Other than these items, there was also a corner that had been cleaned up. In the corner was a brown-red zither, a seven-stringed zither! When An Wenxuan saw that guqin, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Thinking back then, this guqin was basically unable to enter your eyes … I never thought that this guqin would have such great luck and allow you to play it. "

As the saying goes, it's not strange to see too much. After hearing An Wenxuan's words that were completely disorganized, Murong Heng became accustomed to his' crazy ', and directly ignored what An Wenxuan had to say.

Murong Heng walked straight to the guqin lying quietly in the corner, reached out his long right hand, and stroked the guqin's strings lovingly. Just as her slender fingers touched the strings, the strings seemed to have life. They issued a cheerful groan, as if they were stealing the spirit energy of the world, creating good fortune for all!

As if he didn't feel the changes on the guqin, Murong Heng suddenly sat down in a meditative pose, took his hands out from his sleeves, extended ten fingers, and made a gesture to play the guqin. When the two pairs of perfect hands landed on the strings of the zither, the zither came alive! The music that sounded like the music of heaven was like the sound of flowing water, yet also like the sound of the starry sky, gently drifting into every corner of the room.

During the process of playing, Murong Heng seemed to have entered a state of emptiness, and all the things around his body became dull and dull, as though they had become dazzling! The music that Murong Heng's underlings produced wasn't just music, it seemed more like the music from the hands of a soul. They explored everyone's soul, taking everything in sight and displaying it without reservation.

An Wenxuan, who was standing to the side, was also dumbfounded. Although he hadn't heard Murong Heng play the zither in a long time, he still couldn't calculate the number of times he had heard it before. This time, he heard it again, but it was still so shocking!

"Worthy of being called a … Zither Immortal!" An Wenxuan muttered to himself.

Once the melody ended, the melody began! Murong Heng did not seem to immediately withdraw from his world of the guqin. He stood there with his eyes closed, and his body swayed back and forth according to the rhythm, as if he had taken medicine. However, anyone could tell that An Wenxuan had truly entered the realm of immortality.

Murong Heng felt that today's play was the most comfortable time in his history, the mysterious world had just been activated by his zither music. After playing the song, his entire body felt incomparably comfortable, as if he had gone through a baptism. He felt as if he had completed a revolution, as if his soul had been elevated to a new level.

In the past, Murong Heng knew that he had talent in zither arts. This was because he could easily learn all of the finger arts. Was there anyone other than Murong Heng's zither learner who had such awareness?

But today was different. Today, he felt that his soul had fused with the zither, and the zither's soul seemed to have returned to his soul. As the saying goes, "The heart has the zither, the zither has me".

Murong Heng was shocked by his own thoughts. It must be that An Wenxuan had said something unreliable that affected him, to think that he would actually think of such a strange thing! However, he had to admit that he enjoyed playing the zither today!

Standing up from the zither, Murong Heng walked towards An Wenxuan. Seeing that An Wenxuan seemed to still be in a daze, he couldn't help but find it funny. Even if his zither skills were any higher, there was no need for him to rely on such a flashy performance to praise his zither skills. However, what Murong Heng did not know was that it would not be so easy to walk out of the sound of his zither!

In the past, Murong Heng only needed to lightly strut the bowstring to be able to intimidate thousands of troops. Even if it was someone with a similar cultivation level as him, if he or she did not have enough self-control, he or she would still be deeply immersed within the "zither world" that Murong Heng had created and would not be able to extricate himself!

Canto I