Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1196
Through the glass, the figure didn't look very clear, a bit ethereal and unreal.

But it is certain that it is not a human being, but a ghost.Moreover, judging from her figure, she is a female ghost.

"Xiaoxiao, can you catch her from such a long distance?" Ding Ermiao asked in a low voice.

Because he had spoken first, Ding Ermiao could not take action first.Otherwise, Ding Ermiao is confident that he can take down the female ghost with a ghost-repelling talisman.

Ji Xiaoxiao took out a small plastic gun, aimed at the opposite side, then put down his hand and said: "She is hiding behind the glass, I can't hit her. Otherwise, I can kill her with one shot."

"What kind of gun is this?" Ding Ermiao asked.

"The simulated one contains cinnabar bullets and pig iron powder inside." Ji Xiaoxiao said.

Ding Ermiao nodded, using cinnabar and pig iron powder to deal with ghosts, which was quite satisfactory.However, some old ghosts are very fast and difficult to hit.

"Okay, let's go over and catch her." Ding Ermiao smiled, took out the Yin Talisman, covered the real fire of the life lamp on his forehead and shoulders, and pretended to be a sick man whose yang energy was insufficient and the yin energy invaded.

His wife wanted to show off her talents, but Ding Ermiao had no choice but to spoil her interest, so he had to accompany her.Otherwise, this female ghost will be dealt with in a matter of seconds.

The two of them left the dormitory and looked up at the opposite side. Behind the window on the fifth floor, the white figure flashed but disappeared.

"Oops, she ran away." Ji Xiaoxiao whispered.

"It's okay, the monk can't escape the temple if he runs away." Ding Ermiao took Ji Xiaoxiao's hand, squeezed it gently, and said, "Pretend like you don't know anything and go to the other side to have a look."

Ji Xiaoxiao hummed, then naturally took Ding Ermiao's hand and walked down the stairs to the teaching building opposite.

The distance between the two buildings is only 50 meters.

Ding Ermiao and Ji Xiaoxiao walked around to the front door, pretended to be strolling, and walked upstairs slowly, watching as they walked.

Climbing up the stairs to the fifth floor, after pausing for a moment, Ding Ermiao and Ji Xiaoxiao turned to the right and walked up the corridor to the fifth floor.

The lights in the corridor are bright, like daylight.

"Why are you turning on so many lights? It's such a waste of electricity." Ding Ermiao said absently, turning off a few lights at will.

The light is so bright that ghosts don’t dare to come out.

But Ding Ermiao turned off a few lights, and the remaining lights in the corridor flickered briefly and then went out.

Then, all the lights in the open classrooms on the fifth floor gradually went out.

Only a fluorescent lamp was still on in the room where the ghost appeared just now.

"Why did the lights suddenly go out again? I really don't understand this school." Ji Xiaoxiao complained.

"Perhaps it's time?" Ding Ermiao looked left and right and said nonchalantly: "There is another room with lights on here, go and have a look."

Of course, both of them knew that the female ghost was responsible for the lights going out just now, but they didn't say anything, pretending to be confused and laughing, waiting for the female ghost's next move. 912
The corridor was very quiet, except for the sound of two people's footsteps.

The only room with lights on was a music classroom.In the corner behind the podium, there is a small door. Inside the small door is a piano room with various musical instruments.

In the corner, there is a long table.

I don't know what is on the table, but it is covered with white silk cloth.

There is a long strip of silk fabric, more than one meter long. If you glance at it, it looks like a dead person is sleeping underneath.

Ding Ermiao squinted her eyes and took a look, and she knew that there was something wrong under the silk fabric, and there was a lot of yin energy.

Ji Xiaoxiao also saw something wrong there and asked, "What is that covered with silk?"

"You'll know after you open it and take a look..." Ding Ermiao smiled and pulled off the white silk fabric on it.

A dark red twelve-string guzheng appeared in front of the two people.

"Is it the guzheng?" Ji Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought the person sleeping down there was a dead person. It scared me to death."

"Which dead person would stay here? Why don't the students start a music class and make a lot of noise?" Ding Ermiao smiled, pointed at the guzheng and said: "Xiaoxiao, you are a musician, can you play this guzheng? ?”

"You know a little bit, why, you want to hear it?" Ji Xiaoxiao smiled proudly.

Ding Ermiao nodded and said: "Although I don't know how to appreciate music, I do like listening to music. I like the flute, erhu, guzheng and so on."

There is a very dark air on this guzheng, it must be something that the female ghost will never forget.

So Ding Ermiao asked Ji Xiaoxiao to play her favorite instrument to see how she would react.

"Okay, it's rare that you have such an elegant mood. It's a long night, so I'll play you a piece." Ji Xiaoxiao agreed without any difficulty and said, "Move the guzheng out and play it in the classroom, the effect will be better .”

Ding Ermiao agreed, first moved the piano stand out, and then put the guzheng on the stand.

Ji Xiaoxiao found the tortoise shell armor for playing the guzheng from the desk drawer just now, then put her backpack at her feet, straightened her clothes, and sat behind the guzheng.

"This guzheng is expensive." Under the light, Ji Xiaoxiao looked at the guzheng in front of her, and said, "Lankao paulownia wood panel, deer tendon strings, and mahogany zither with cow bones embedded in it are all the best configurations."

Ding Ermiao shrugged, saying he didn't understand at all.

"What music do you like to listen to?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.

"Whatever, I'm from lower Liba. As long as I listen to the excitement, I'll listen to whatever you play." Ding Ermiao chuckled and sat opposite Ji Xiaoxiao, sitting upright like a student in a music class.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, adjusted the tune, tested the tone, and gently moved her fingers a few times. A pleasant tinkling sound immediately sounded in the classroom.

It's really the three or two sounds of the rotating shaft plucking the strings, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.

"I'll play you an ancient song "Fishing Boats Sing Evening" first. What do you think?" Ji Xiaoxiao was distracted and started to play with a light wave of her hands.

The relaxing melody flows in the classroom, first slow and then fast, first loose and then tight. The rhythms advance layer by layer. A scene of vast smoke, fishing boats racing back, and fishermen singing in harmony appears in Ding Ermiao's imagination along with the music. .

At the end of the song, Ding Ermiao applauded.

But pay attention to the movement around you, the female ghost did not appear.

"Let's play another song, Mountains and Flowing Waters, Xiaoxiao." Ding Ermiao said, not in a hurry to catch ghosts.

Ji Xiaoxiao nodded, took a breath, and continued playing.

"High Mountains and Flowing Waters" is one of the top ten famous songs in ancient China. When played with the guzheng, it becomes even more profound, clear and smooth, with towering mountains and oceans of flowing water all in it.

Ji Xiaoxiao's fingering skills are proficient, and his rolling from bass to treble, and from treble to bass, expresses the artistic conception of trickling water and drops of clear spring incisively and vividly.

Even a layman like Ding Ermiao heard various benefits and felt relaxed and happy.

Ji Xiaoxiao stopped her fingers and said with a smile, "How is it?"

"Okay, very good!" Ding Ermiao gave a thumbs up.

"What's so good about it? Can you tell me?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.

"This..., I don't know, I just know it sounds nice." Ding Ermiao sneered.

"Although you and I are husband and wife, we are not my close friends when it comes to music. I don't know who the owner of this guzheng is. If she is here, she must know my feelings." Ji Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, and suddenly said sadly:

"Broken Yao Qin, Phoenix Wei Han, who is Zi Qi not playing to? The spring breeze is full of friends, and it is difficult to find a close friend. Alas..., the close friend is not here, and I have failed to live up to the beautiful scenery of tonight, and it is a pity for this guzheng."

Ding Ermiao shrugged and put on an innocent expression - it wasn't intentional that he didn't know music, so don't hurt people like that, right?

"Snobbishness and snobbishness, who is gentle enough to remember a close friend? Boya died without making a son, and people will say that the piano is broken through the ages..." Suddenly, a woman in white, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, and a beautiful face, walked slowly on lotus steps. He came over and said:

"Thank you both for coming here tonight, playing drums and harps to comfort me in my loneliness."

(End of this chapter)