Wu Hui took St. Luke leisurely to the Holy Square.

However, they were still late.

Just as they arrived at the Holy Square, the carriage of the Holy Maiden Light was also driving out of the square, just the opposite direction they were coming.

Looking at the carriage that was gradually moving away, Wu Hui couldn't help laughing. He, a god of light, was tempted by the delicious food in the world.

To be honest, he is still looking forward to meeting the Saint of Light, and he has figured out how to reward the Saint of Light.

"Master, should we go to Gruburg to find Catherine, or go back directly?" St. Luke looked at the carriage that was leaving and asked respectfully.

“No hurry,”

The true body descends to earth and the arrival of consciousness. No matter how long it takes to stay, it will not consume extra divine power. There is no need to rush back.

Wu Hui said, and was about to find another place to stroll around, suddenly he heard a cheer from the side.

"Huh? It's him again?"

Wu Hui glanced at him and saw the shiny figure.

At some point, a bonfire was lit in the Holy Square. The handsome and extraordinary blond bard stood by the bonfire, singing hymns arranged for the saint, while watching the carriage of the light go away, with his eyes focused and fanatical.

The flames reflected his silhouette, and it looked more handsome than during the day...

"This kid..." Wu Hui narrowed his eyes, "It's true that he has some intentions for the saint."

Just when he sneered in his heart how to teach him a lesson, let him know that the Saint is not something he can get involved in.

Suddenly.

A few slight voices came from the side.

"Hey~ When will this kid leave?"

"If he continues to sing like this, we can't even afford to eat black bread~"

"Oh~ I'm young and sang well, so I don't give us old guys a way out~"

Three or four middle-aged men wearing hooded robes and vicissitudes of faces sat around the corner, looking at the charming Black Leighton over there with a frown.

Several of them had musical instruments beside them, and they looked like they were dressed up as they were wandering minstrels. They wanted to take advantage of the rapid economic boom in Gru Town and come and make a fortune.

While talking, the few people couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that Black's existence has caused a huge blow to their business, causing their former competitors to abandon their past grudges and sit together and complain to each other.

A bard even put away the instrument, and it seemed that he had given up on himself and completely gave up treatment.

Wu Hui's heart moved and suddenly bent down and picked up one of the harps.

"Hey~How do you take my piano?"

Seeing this, the owner of the instrument changed his face and suddenly stood up and wanted to grab the harp. For the bard, the instrument is a foodie and must not be missed.

However, before his hand could touch Wu Hui's wardrobe, St. Luke had already taken a step forward and stopped him.

"Is it enough?"

St. Luke took out a golden frank from his arms, and with a beating finger, the golden coin drew a parabola and fell into the arms of the owner of the instrument.

"Enough, enough!"

The instrument owner rushed to catch Jin Frank, put it in his mouth and bit it gently, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Although the harp is valuable, it is only worth a few silver Zacks. With this golden frank, he can go to the instrument store to customize a better one, and there are still many left.

They were still negotiating, and on the other hand, Wu Hui had already played the harp a few times. The string sounds that were completely unrecognizable and the unfamiliar touch made him frown.

This can't be played at all.

After thinking for a while, Wu Hui's thoughts moved, and 0.1 divine power turned into subtle divine powers that surged out of the divine nature. In an instant, the harp in his hand had rapidly deformed under the vast power, and changed to another look, which was a folk guitar with exquisite workmanship.

Compared to this harp with the characteristics of the times, what he is most familiar with is the guitar.

In a very long time, he studied guitar hard in college. Unfortunately, when he finished his studies, he was about to go downstairs to play a song to steal the hearts of the beauty, and the beauty had already become a rich second generation.

Forget it~ I won’t mention the childish sad things in the past for the time being.

Wu Hui hung the guitar on his body and stretched out his hand and gently stroked it.

The smooth guitar sound flows from among others, light and elegant, pleasant and pleasant.

It's still a familiar tone and a familiar feel.

Next to him, several bards witnessed the magical changes of the harp with their own eyes. They all widened their eyes and grew their mouths, and their minds were so shocked that they were blank.

Just by casually speaking, the harp turned into a completely different instrument. Is this young man the legendary magician?

Wu Hui didn't care about other people's ideas, but just immersed in the guitar skills. He recalled the tune just now, although it was smooth and skillful, he still felt that it was not enough.

Even if he put a gift on his face, he could clearly feel the song he played. Compared with Black's peacock, there was a big difference in skills and charm.

With this level, taking action is just a shame.

His mind flew around and suddenly he had an idea.

I am God, the omnipotent God.

"Divine character, give me this body blessing talent, guitar master."

He thought about it and recalled countless guitar masters he had seen in music books in his previous life.

The vast divine power surged out, and the next moment, the skills and experiences of guitar masters seemed to be captured from the void by an invisible and majestic force and fell into his body.

In an instant.

He felt that the guitar in his hand had changed his feelings.

It was obvious that the guitar was still the same, but he knew clearly every part, every string, and even the materials used to make them. The guitar in his hand seemed to be an extension of his arm, and even before he started playing, he could fully believe that he could completely control it and play any melody with it.

An unparalleled confidence suddenly arose in his heart.

The fingertips are placed on the guitar strings, and there is no need to think about the meaning. The flowing melody flows out from the fingertips.

The crisp string sounds are as rapid as drum beats, just like the free and unruly wind under the starry sky, flowing in the darker and deeper night.

The girls surrounding Black Leighton were cheering for the young and handsome bard, but when they heard the song, they couldn't help but quiet down, and the cheers came to an abrupt end.

Even Blake Litton, who was forgetting to play the harp and singing beautiful poems, was stunned and unconsciously stopped his hand plucking, his eyes penetrated the crowd and looked at Wu Hui who was playing with his eyes down, showing a look of shock.

Wu Hui continued to play the guitar, as if immersed in his own musical world, with beautiful and smooth notes drifting into the distance with the wind.

“Huh?”

In the distance, the carriage that had already driven out of the square, the curtain was gently lifted by a jade hand, revealing an exquisite and beautiful face. Her bright eyes flashed slightly, and she was obviously attracted by the fresh and wonderful melody.

"His Majesty," a fully armed member of the Saint Guards came over and said, "A new bard has come to the Holy Square. Do you want to touch his foundation? If you don't know the identity, you will expel him."

Saint Catherine listened to the melody sideways, raised her hand to stop him from acting, and said half-closed with beautiful eyes: "His piano sound is clean and clear, and can wash people's hearts like flowing water and drive away people's fatigue. Father Luke once said, "I think he is a good person when he listens to the voice," he said.
Chapter completed!