Chapter 20
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He burned the letter with the lamp.
He pushed open the window of the study to let in some air, and the corner of his eye suddenly fell on a guqin hanging by the wall.
When he first entered the sect, he actually didn't know how to play the guqin. But Rong Ran said that she wanted to listen, so he learned.
Before the incident in the arcane realm, Rong Ran would often give him the music scores she wanted to listen to, and he would learn them one by one. Most of them were love songs like Fengqiwu and Yearning. He couldn't play the lingering feelings in them, but Rong Ran always preferred them.
Later, Rong Ran no longer asked him to listen to the guqin, so he only played for himself.
He actually didn't like those overly lingering songs. He preferred elegant and quiet songs, like flowing water and mountains, cool breeze and bright moon.
He once played such a song for Rong Ran, but Rong Ran didn't like it.
Chen … that person also didn't like him playing the guqin, saying that his guqin sound was too lonely and difficult to get close to.
Only the Demon Lord didn't mind. No matter what he played, he liked to listen to it.
Especially … when he suffered the backlash of the Nine Revolutions Demon Body.
The cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Body was strange and evil. It needed to gather the evil thoughts and resentment of ghosts in the world. In the Demon Sect, who knew how many demonic cultivators went crazy and lost their humanity because of cultivating this method. They even slaughtered their own families and sects with their own hands.
Because of the great harm, the Heavenly Demon Body Refining method was regarded as a forbidden technique. Anyone who cultivated it would be hunted down by both the Demon Sect and the Dao Sect.
For thousands of years, only the Demon Venerable had managed to master it.
But even so, the Demon Lord would still suffer from the backlash of resentment and evil thoughts.
At that time, the Demon Lord had no reason to speak of.
The Soul Refining Sect was once slaughtered by the Demon Lord overnight because of a disobedient word from a disciple. From then on, the Soul Refining Sect was removed from the Demon Sect.
Therefore, whenever the Demon Lord summoned him on the night of the full moon, everyone would look at him with pity in their eyes.
They all thought that he would be cruelly abused.
Only he knew that the Demon Lord was looking for him to play the guqin again.
He knelt in the hall and played the guqin.
The Demon Lord sat on the throne and stared at him.
The green torch burned beside the wall, emitting a faint crackling sound. Through that terrifying and sinister ghost mask, he could not see the other party's expression clearly.
The moon gradually hung high in the sky, and countless shadows began to twist and turn in the hall. Demons and monsters spread out, and ghostly figures flickered about, eerie and mournful.
Amidst this terrifying and bizarre scene, there was only silence half a foot around him.
He was already used to this, and only lowered his head to play the zither.
Most of the time, after the middle of the night, the distorted shadows would gradually disappear. When the first ray of light shone through in the morning, the Demon Lord would use a low and tired voice to ask him to return.
However, occasionally, when he lowered his head to play the zither, the Demon Lord would suddenly hug him from behind. The writhing shadows on the ground would also climb over and entangle his limbs, nimbly sliding into his clothes.
The Demon Lord's hand passed through his hair and grasped his throat, slowly stroking it. He was trembling uncontrollably because of those things, and could only raise his head and let out a low sound.
After that, he was forced to lean on the zither. His black hair scattered, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the zither.
The moonlight shone into the hall, and the distorted shadows of the entire hall fell on him. He and the Demon Lord were immersed in the shadows. Only the moonlight flowed on the white zither, reflecting the dark red eyes of the Demon Lord that seemed to be covered in blood.
The strings of the zither made a messy sound, echoing in the hall.
This zither was made by the Demon Lord. He had gone to the Xuantian Mountain to get the ancient spiritual wood, and then went to the extreme north to catch the ice silkworm for silk, and used the Nine Heavens Flowing Fire to make it for him.
The name of the zither was "Moonlight".
Suddenly, the door creaked. Shen Shu had returned.
Ye Yunlan recovered from his thoughts.
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