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late at night.

The living room on the third floor of the church.

Jiang Li took out two god-level spiritual weapons and showed them off in public.

"Purple gold gourd, a gift from my good brother Lin Fan!"

"The Magic Box of Music, a gift from Su Wu, a little bitch!"

Zhao Yingluo, Li Mengmeng and others looked at him strangely, wondering whether he had misunderstood the word 'send'.

Yang Ying and Tang Fatty have long been used to it. In their opinion, as long as it is not something that Brother Li snatched, it is called giving or picking up.

And in Brother Li's dictionary, there is no word for grab, only take!

"It's useless for Lin Fan to understand the purple gold gourd, which is a magical weapon. It's not used like this!"

Jiang Li smiled unfathomably.

He has already figured out the correct usage of Zijin Gourd.

Moreover, after some research, he found that Zijin Gourd was not as powerful as he imagined.

Strictly speaking, this is a torture instrument.

There are two tortures of ice and fire inside the gourd. Those who are sucked in will endure the torment of the nine heavens of ice and fire, and cannot be turned into blood.

Music Box!

If it was a big weapon, Su Wu would never exchange it.

Being able to be thrown out so easily shows that the value of the Music Box in Su Wu's heart is not very high.

Or, Su Wu can't use it.

The Music Box is an auxiliary spirit weapon.

Has no attack attribute.

Nor is it defensive.

But its trigger condition is the most demanding among god-level spiritual weapons.

To trigger the ability of the Magic Box of Music, the user is first required to be proficient in a musical instrument.

People who don't know how to play musical instruments can only look at the box and sigh.

Jiang Li guessed that Su Wu's little slut could only whistle, but no other musical instruments at all.

The ability of the Eight-tone Magic Box is to have a positive or negative impact on others through the rhythm and rhythm, and it will not affect the user himself.

For those who don't play musical instruments.

A Music Box is not as useful as a Dung Fork.

Even if you learn a musical instrument, the ability of the magic box can't directly affect yourself, it only affects others, which is really tasteless.

Of course, in the eyes of other spiritual warriors, there is no such thing as a god-level spiritual weapon.

But Su Wu has more than one god-level spiritual weapon. Apart from looking at the foil in the fog, there must be other things, so in his eyes, the Music Box has little practical value.

however.

Once the Music Box is in Jiang Li's hands, it will no longer be covered in dust.

Because Jiang Li, a musical genius, is proficient in a mysterious musical instrument.

This musical instrument once dominated the red and white worlds. It blows joy in red events and mourns in white events. It blows the couple into the bridal chamber, blows the dead into heaven, blows the separation and reunion of life, and blows the joy and sorrow of life. sad.

In those years, relying on this musical instrument, Jiang Li was so successful that anyone who saw him would kindly call out—Trumpet Maker Xiao Jiang!

Yang Ying and others took turns admiring the Music Box.

Jiang Li took out a suona that he had prepared some time ago.

Recalling the experience of the previous life, Jiang Li felt boundless in his heart.

"The old-timers in the suona world all said that I was a genius, and gave me the nickname 'Iron Lung, Bronze Gill, River Little Blow'."

"Blowing the suona requires high lung capacity, hard cheeks, and long breathing."

"In our music industry, there is such a saying."

"Of all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or paying homage to the church. The flute lasts for five years and the flute ten years ago. An erhu breaks the waist. The pipa lasts for a thousand years and the zither lasts for ten thousand years. The suona plays for a lifetime."

"I didn't know the meaning of the suona when I heard it at first, but I was already in the coffin when I heard it again. When the suona rang, the cover was covered, and relatives and friends waited for the food. There is no one who can't cry when playing the erhu, and there is no soul that can't be sent away by the suona."

Feel the past.

Jiang Li reminisces about the scenery, and wants to play a song he is best at, to commemorate the past,

He brought the suona to his mouth, played a famous funeral tune, and cried for seven times.

The moment when the suona sounded.

On the third floor, only the sound of suona was left, and everyone stopped talking and watched him silently.

The loud and clear sound of the suona.

Blowing a sad tune.

There is a penetrating power that directly hits the soul.

The song is very sad, and the people who listened to it were heartbroken and burst into tears.

Yang Ying, Tang Youliang, He Liang, Zhao Yingluo and other girls were all stunned.

This guy really blows the horn.

Everyone always thought he was bragging.

I didn't expect not only to be able to blow, but also to blow so well, so professional!

Halfway through the Cry Seven Pass, the villagers downstairs were already crying together. The disaster struck, and the villagers all lost their relatives today.

"Stop stop... stop blowing!"

Yang Ying quickly stopped.

When Jiang Li stopped, he heard crying downstairs.

"Sau Rui! Forgot.... I couldn't help but start blowing." Jiang Li put away the suona and stopped blowing.

The church is currently the safest place in Sand Sculpture Village.

Jiang Li was afraid that the resentful spirits from outside would be planted in the village, so he gathered all the believers in the church.

He told the villagers that with the presence of a celestial master, the evil spirits would not dare to make mistakes, so that the villagers could live in peace.

At this time, the basement, first floor, and second floor of the church were all occupied by villagers who had taken refuge.

Put away the suona and two god-level spiritual weapons.

Jiang Li wandered around the living room with his hands behind his back.

Xia Zhiyu sat kneeling in the corner, leaning her head against the wall, her whole body exuded yearning for her sister, especially the song Jiang Li played just now, which almost broke the little girl.

Jiang Li had already brainwashed her one-on-one.

But it didn't wash out.

This made Jiang Li question his professional ability.

Sitting next to Xia Zhiyu, Zhao Yingluo revealed her concern for Lin Fan.

Jiang Li stared at Zhao Yingluo's charming face.

It seemed to say on that face: "I once had a sincere love in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. I regretted it when I lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this..."

The youthful hormones are agitated.

Hua Meimei's mental state improved a lot, she stopped running around wildly, and could sit quietly for a long time.

Jiang Li walked with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself.

"Weird things happen every year, especially this year."

"Yue Nanchen wants to resurrect God."

"The golden perch becomes a man."

"Natural disasters, man-made disasters and curses, the five cities are full of resentful spirits."

He Liang, the hexagram teacher's eyes lit up, and praised: "Brother Li is really talented, he can rhyme well!"

He Lianggang was beaten up by Jiang Li.

After the beating, he was almost kicked out of Wuxiangdao.

Bangchui Village next door has fallen, and He Liang can't go back, so he has to stay here and volunteer to be Li Ge's younger brother.

Jiang Li had never heard of him before, but the villagers were no strangers to him.

He Liang, the magic stick of Bangchui Village, and Wu Ming, a wandering chicken of Sand Sculpture Village, seem to have one or two troubled teenagers in every village.

He Liang is an orphan. He has a big brain since he was a child. After reading a few martial arts novels, he feels that he is the protagonist of this world.

Then, he went to jump off a cliff.

The abyss of sand and mist is deep enough to smash a person into a puddle of mud.

The bottom of the abyss is full of bones, and it is the perfect holy place for suicide. Once you step out, there is no possibility of survival.

He Liang didn't dare to jump in such a mortal environment.

He spent half a year practicing rock climbing, and finally climbed down to the bottom of the abyss, trying to find opportunities for the protagonist.

Not to mention, really find something for him.

He dug out a rotten coffin at the bottom of the abyss. On the broken coffin board, he found a divine book "Qimen Dunjia" from the ancient Taoism.

He memorized the remnants of the book word by word in his heart, and went back to study hard.

Ever since he practiced Qimen Dunjia, his brain has become abnormal.

Fortune-telling is also sometimes ineffective.

Living by cheating and abducting.

He figured out that Lin Fan and Su Wu had gender concerns, just in time for his calculation.

Jiang Li tried him a few times before, and when he looked at him with the pupil of God, he was full of nonsense.

Even if you have a small skill, you dare to make a fool of yourself!

The result was a beating.

Jiang Li decided to catch the perch man early tomorrow morning, tie this He Buhao with a rope, and throw him into the lake as bait.