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The alleys were littered with terrified people running around.

Except for those who were picked up by big men, all the Yingyingyanyans in the brothel are here. They are of low status and homeless. They hold each other tightly so as not to be scattered by the chaotic crowd. They run around like flies under the firelight. .

When the city is broken, there are few lucky people who can hide and escape the disaster. Even if they struggle all night, they can't escape the search and looting during the day. After the city is broken, the chaos of soldiers can last for at least three or five days. Disasters are nothing more than a desperate struggle to escape driven by instinct, just like the desire for survival of people who fall into the water.

In the small courtyard, Bai Yujun opened his eyes.

I heard the voices of a few well-connected Qing maids, dancers, singers, and singers. Some of them were very familiar with them. They studied piano skills together and learned pipa music from a Qing maid.

"I... what's wrong with me..."

Bai Yujun was suddenly confused, and the burning, looting and screaming outside were so familiar.

I remember that at that time I was just a little snake spirit, stealing teachers every day and eating those waste pills that no one wanted...

The world is full of disasters, locust plagues and droughts, and I carry books and weapons down the mountain for disaster relief. Although I am very tired every day, I am full and busy. The little snake spirit walks through villages...

Rebels in the county town burned, killed and looted, exactly the same scene.

At that time, a small snake spirit slashed hard with a sharp blade in hand, killing evildoers one by one, protecting those weak, exhausted, panting and unwilling to put down the knife in his hand.

Unconsciously, I recalled that Senior Sister Wei.

Sitting next to her and telling her story, a **** story.

"At that time, I was very young, and the whole family died in the chaos after the city was destroyed. Master found me and took me up the mountain. At that time, I also hated those chaotic troops, and later killed all of them, but the tragedy will not stop, one after another. One turmoil, one city after another is destroyed, and it is impossible to kill it..."

"Slowly, I know that the tragedy will continue to be staged, and we can't do anything..."

Yes, I can't do anything. I have seen countless killings over the years and I can't do anything. Even myself is involved in it, and the scenes continue to be staged.

Sometimes I think about it, it’s really good to be who you were back then.

"I must have been great back then."

He got up, picked up his new guqin, pushed open the door, closed the door, left the dark and quiet world, and walked into the chaotic night.

The group of brothels, who were blindly fleeing, were suddenly discovered by the rioters. They were chased by the women and the hundreds of chaotic soldiers attracted by the smell of rouge. Like a wolf dog smelling the smell, they chased closer and closer with a grin, and it was even clear that the people who were running away. Hear the foul language in the mouths of those people, and the horrific idea of ​​opening their belly to see after they have had enough fun.

Exhausted, desperate, frightened, these ordinary people are going through the most terrifying night...

"Run quickly...don't stop humming..."

At this moment, everyone is extremely devoutly begging for the rescue of various gods and Buddhas. However, they have been hacked to death or abused and have not seen the appearance of gods and Buddhas that they worship and worship on weekdays. Many people do not understand, do not understand why they were abandoned , what they don't know is that they have never been accepted.

Frightened and helpless, he just instinctively ran forward with the help of the firelight, coughing and crying due to the thick smoke.

The court servants and the prostitutes in the brothel had poor physical strength, and they ran slower and slower. When they were about to be overtaken, they suddenly heard the sound of the guqin. The sound of the qin was very familiar and melodious.

On the roof of the small courtyard, there is a figure in the firelight.

Jade Finger played the strings, then adjusted the tone and tried again, only to be satisfied several times in a row.

"The roof... it's the musician Bai! Girl Bai, run away...!"

Finally, the tired girls who ran for their lives saw the figure on the roof. They didn't understand why they stayed on the roof, which was both conspicuous and smoked by fireworks.

The fierce man in the back smirked and chased after him, and he was about to catch the 12- or 13-year-old gentleman who was running slowly. He even thought about how to enjoy himself later.

In vain, the piano sounded loudly~!

The murderous man who stretched out his hand was about to grab the little girl. Suddenly, his left arm broke off smoothly, like a sharp knife slicing through a tender piece of tofu, and fell silently. He didn't even notice that his left arm disappeared. to pain.

After two breaths, the severe pain caused him to kneel and cry...

"Ah...my arm..."

Picking up the broken arm stained with soil, I tried to put it back on, but no matter how I spliced ​​it, I couldn't restore the arm, and it became more and more tired as the blood drained...

The sound of the piano is still the same, clear and clear in the noisy night sky.

From the corner of the eyes of the running little gentleman, she seemed to see a thin sheet like a mirror passing from the side of her face, and the robbers wailed behind her. The reason why she could see clearly was because she saw her own reflection at the moment when the sheet passed by.

On the roof, Bai Yujun held the piano in his left hand and fiddled with the strings in his right hand.

The tune was unpleasant, and even a little low. In fact, the wind blade that just passed by the side face of the little Qing sergeant was a crooked move. After all, he was not familiar with the operation. He planned to cut off the guy's head and ended up with a broken arm. Well, no one can see the expression clearly with the eye shadow of the night fire, it is not good to lose the face of the snake.

The slender jade finger of the right hand quickly flicked the strings, and several wind blades flipped and flew out.

The people in the brothel, who had just fled in panic and helpless, stood there, quietly looking at the stranger they once knew.

Bai Yujun frowned.

"No, the tone is a little worse, and I have to tune it."

Stop plucking the strings with your right hand and continue tuning.

Everyone was speechless. At this time, they still had the mind to tune the piano. Maybe... She killed those people just now, right? There have been rumors in the rivers and lakes that the legend of the six-fingered piano devil, who kills countless people with a magic piano, is even more powerful than a swordsman and a swordsman. The cola master Bai girl does not seem to have lived for many years, and may be another master of piano skills.

Bai Yujun didn't listen to what those familiar people in the alley were saying, just focused on tuning the tone.

After tuning, the strings were plucked, and then another fierce man was cut open by the thin wind blade~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The sound of the piano was transparent, and the surroundings were clearly audible. The more clever people moved closer to this side, seeking the legendary Senior shelter.

The sound of the qin is also rising and falling, deep, and the sound is like the roar of the pine wind, and it is like the rush of spring water.

The sound of the surging piano startled the clouds, dispelled the clouds and dispelled the black smoke, and the full moon was visible.

The moonlight shone down, and the long-haired woman in white clasped the guqin at the top of the roof played a tune of troubled times. The moonlight was bright and the fire was red, creating an extraordinary painting.

The thieves also discovered anomalies in this area.

"There are monsters in trouble! Quickly increase troops! Go and call the general!"

Bai Yujun turned a deaf ear and just played the piano, thin wind blades flying everywhere, severing the body of the murderer and breaking the doors, windows and water tanks, and there was no place for the villains to stand within a radius of one mile.

The low-pitched music was over, and after taking a break to adjust, I saw an elite army rushing towards the street in the distance.