Super Weapon Exchange System

There are many talents and beautiful ladies in the south of the Yangtze River. For thousands of years, there have been many ancient stories, and at the same time, many things have been handed down. These handed down from ancient times are antiques.

A suitcase of a poor family may have a history of several hundred years, and this guzheng, which is passed down from any dynasty, has an ancient atmosphere on it.

Chen Yutong's mother stroked this guzheng with her hand. Her hand has been in contact with You Tiao and rolling pin all day long. How long has it been since she touched the instrument?

She was full of expectations.

The strings were connected by her, and then began to pluck gently.

"Om," the strings quivered, and there was a long sound. This sound, like gurgling water, was endless.

Chen Yutong’s mother flicked every string to determine whether the tone was normal, and some needed to be tightened. After more than ten minutes, it was finally tuned.

At the same time, the feeling of playing the piano seems to have returned to the hands, back to the mind, and back to the heart.

At this time, Chen Yutong’s father had half squatted in front of her. For many years, he hadn’t heard his lover play the guzheng. At that time, the classical beauty in cheongsam was his lover. Now, he has become an old man. Years are a killer knife.

Only Chen Yutong's mother, whose fingers had recovered the original feeling, was in front of her with the piano score, and the score of the neon clothes and feathers was on the piano stand in front.

In fact, even without using piano scores, these tunes have been coming to mind over the years, and she is already familiar with them. As she gently plucks the strings, she is calm and elegant, and fresh notes come out from her fingertips. Cool, like traveling through time and space, returning to the era of the imperial palace.

At the same time, Qin Guan was still looking at the painting. At this time, the woman on the painting seemed to be excited, the dance skirt began to flutter, and the figure began to drift with the music.

The sound of the guzheng is soft and deep, as the right hand keeps rubbing the strings, it is like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, like a trickling stream, flowing in the mountain stream, splashing beautiful and frank little flowers, tirelessly singing along the way With.

At this time, the woman in the painting, just like a fairy, began to dance with the fairy, dancing with a whirling dress and mysterious figure. While dancing, a burst of mental power began to radiate outward.

"Quick." In the brain, the system urged.

Qin Guan just woke up. Just now, there seemed to be an unknown magic power that attracted Qin Guan. Qin Guan even had an urge to walk into this painting. Now, he finally woke up and closed. Eyes, reaching out, feel the fluctuation of mental power.

Unlike that camel hair, this spiritual power is emitted in all directions, and when Qin Guan’s hand stretches out, his hand seems to have spirituality. This spiritual power, like a trickling stream, is directed towards him. His fingers converged, and then passed into his brain.

The fluctuation of mental power continues, constantly being transmitted into the brain, and the progress bar that appears in the brain is still going up frantically.

The last time I absorbed the spiritual power of the grassland heroes, it has risen to three thousand, and now, with the absorption of spiritual power, the upper limit of spiritual points is constantly increasing, and soon, it exceeds six thousand!

Six thousand is not the end, the progress bar is still moving forward, moving forward, when it reaches ten thousand, it stops slowly.

Qin Guan suddenly felt strange, what's the matter?

Last time, the spiritual power of the grassland hero was so strong that it rose to three thousand points. For such a classical woman, it rose to ten thousand points? Is her mental power stronger? Or does it mean that the upgrade of this system is not an arithmetic sequence?

very strange.

At this moment, a woman with fluttering clothes appeared in her brain. She was dressed in colorful clothes and was dancing cheerfully to the music outside.

"Chuck, puck, puck." A discordant voice came. The old man rode a wooden horse and walked over and watched the woman dance, stroking his beard constantly: "Great, great, Ben Khan never stops I'm not lonely anymore, lady, would you like to be Ben Khan's wife?"

Qin Guan was shocked in an instant, this old immortal, how dare to play this trick? He must not be allowed to succeed!

For weak girls, Qin Guan has always been full of a sense of protection, especially, this girl looks very similar to Chen Yutong.

But at this moment, suddenly, a man appeared beside the girl.

This man wore a purple robe embroidered with a dragon and was covered with a bright silk-faced milky white breasted coat back. The robe's feet were turned up and tucked into the white jade belt around the waist, and white deerskin boots were worn on the feet.

The jet-black hair was neatly combed in a bun on the top of the head, and it was wrapped in a delicate white jade hair crown. From both sides of the jade crown, a light green silk crest was hung down, and a flowing flower knot was tied on the lower forehead.

He is personable and looks like a handsome man.

When she saw the man appear, the woman immediately stopped dancing. She knelt down and shouted to the sky: "Thank you, son, let us reunite here."

Husband and wife? Qin Guan was stunned for a moment. No wonder his spirit level rose so much that he actually absorbed the mental power of two people?

With a sigh of relief, Qin Guan also gave himself up. At this time, seeing the man appear, the old man riding a wooden horse, chuckles and left.

"How is this going?"

"The son, don't be anxious, listen to the concubine body slowly." The woman talked about the past.

This woman is Zhouhou, and the man is the queen. The two couples are deeply affectionate. One day later, after the master drunk, he made this portrait for Zhouhou. Both of them were satisfied and hung in the palace. They were all appreciating. After that week, I was seriously ill and I knew I would die soon, so I poured my last bit of energy into this painting.

After the death of Zhouhou, the Southern Dynasties perished. The latter took this painting and became the king of the country. Three years later, he was given to death for writing anti-poems. Therefore, the latter was in front of this painting, drinking Poisoned alcohol.

The spiritual power of the later master also entered this painting. Today, with the help of neon clothes and feathers, they finally flowed out of the painting and entered Qin Guan’s brain. In this world, the two reunited. , Naturally it is extremely joyful.

In all fairness, the mental power of the two is definitely not as strong as the grassland hero, but the nature is different. The grassland hero is the heroic fighting on the battlefield, while the two are the spiritual power of lingering love. And the melancholy that this hatred lasts forever. Different mental powers have different effects.

Although they can no longer resurrect, they are already extremely grateful to be able to meet again here.

Thank God, thank you, thank destiny for letting us meet again.