Some of the names you have experienced and heard of, and some of them can be corresponding.

But what happened failed to fit everything.

It seems like a dream but not a dream, it seems like a true but not a true.

Qi Wuhuo was quiet for a while and said, "Then, there is a mountain outside the mountain in the capital called Dingyanfeng. Does Mr. Li know?"

"I know, the mountain looks like a tripod, and smoke is generated during the sun. There is also a Taoist temple on it."

"I went to worship."

"Is that so? So, is the mountain god Qiongyu enshrined in the Taoist temple?"

Li Yixian's drinking action paused and said in confusion: "The Taoist temple worships the ancestors of Taoism."

"How could it be the mountain god?"

"Qiongyu? Is this the name of which mountain god?"

Qi Wuhuo calmed down and replied with a smile:

"So that's it...then, I probably remembered it wrong."

Qi Wuhuo lowered his head, looked at the ripples in the cup, and suddenly laughed, and felt a wonderful feeling. In that capital, the names that were once friends with him and enemies with him were experiencing the things he had with him.

I know, familiar but different life, and even some people's names don't match their dreams, they seem true or false, neither true nor false.

And I live alone.

Suddenly he felt an indescribable feeling, as if he had walked out, and as if he was the continuation of the dream.

Is it a dream or a true dream? Is it a general and a prime minister who comes from a dream? Or is it a general and a prime minister who returns to his youth after he goes out?

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou.

Li Yixian couldn't hear the boy's question, and looked up in confusion. Seeing the boy in blue sitting there, I didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, Li Puyu finally finished playing a song with force.

The father's frowning increasingly and more, and the teacher almost pulled off the pressure of his beard. He breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the piano to the side, and said, "It's your turn, it's your turn!"

After sitting down, I remembered that Qi Wuhuo was next to me.

Instead of the next clan brother who should have played the piano.

Qi Wuhuo has always been poor and thought he would not be able to play the piano. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the boy in blue shirt pressing his finger on the guqin.

Use a little force on your fingers.

The next moment.

The piano sounded like a crack of silk.

The room where the trivial chatter suddenly became quiet, the piano sound was clear, and the whole hall could be heard clearly, as if it was attracted by the heart.

Inside and outside the house.

Human and non-human.

It was quiet for a moment.

"The sound of the piano enters the Tao, and the soul is born?!"

Outside the Li family, a Taoist changed his face instantly.
Chapter completed!