Too Reckless

The lights on Wangyuetan were like daytime, and Mr. Sanzhu was chatting in the middle of the lake, ranting about the bad behavior of Dongzhou's reckless man.

In the viewing pavilion, Tang Jing's cheeks were sullen: "This poor old man, he doesn't play the piano very well, but he talks a lot. I think he is looking for smoke."

"jiji..."

Xie Qiutao's expression was a bit mysterious. While watching the play, he secretly glanced at Zuo Lingquan's wrist.

Zuo Lingquan frowned secretly, the other party was an old man who was blown away by the wind, and he was not worthy of letting him draw his sword. If he beat him with fists and feet, he would lose his demeanor in front of many fairies. Just as he was pondering, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear:

"Stinky boy."

The voice is fierce, and it has a three-point charm, as if it was said against the ear.

? ?

Zuo Lingquan didn't notice the slightest difference in advance, and was startled, he quickly turned his head to check - Jingxong and Qiutao were looking at the lake, several steps away from him, and the dumplings didn't seem to be able to speak human words.

The voice is like Senior Peach Blossom...

Zuo Lingquan looked around.

"Don't look at it, I was in Yuyaozhou, and I left a strand of my soul on the colorful rope."

"Um?"

Zuo Lingquan raised his wrist, looked at the colorful rope, and said with his heart:

"Sister Yingying, you are..."

"Call senior! As an elder, I will help you once if you are in trouble. Relax, don't resist, and let this deity come in."

help me once?

Come in?

Zuo Lingquan was inexplicable. Although he didn't know what to do, out of trust in the Peach Blossom Lord, he still obeyed the instructions and relaxed:

"Senior Taohua, when did you give this to Qiu Tao? And Qiu Tao only gave me the colorful rope today, isn't it a bit strange..."

"Hey~ don't worry about it so much, don't think about it!"

Zuo Lingquan was full of doubts, and wanted to ask if the beautiful buttocks nun he saw that day was Venerable Lord Peach Blossom, and felt a little strange on his wrist.

There was a surging soft breath, squeezed into his body, and rushed to all parts of the body from the meridians, and then... there was no more.

?

Zuo Lingquan lowered his head and looked down at his body, and then looked at the qi points and meridians inward. He didn't feel anything wrong, and asked in his heart:

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Venerable Peach Blossom did not respond.

Annoyed and quiet next to him, he noticed Zuo Lingquan's strangeness and turned his head to ask:

"Little Zuo, what's the matter with you?"

"I... hiss—"

As soon as Zuo Lingquan opened his mouth, he found himself standing up uncontrollably, rushing out of the stone pavilion with a big step, stomping on the ground with both feet, and flying into the air.

bang——

Zuo Lingquan felt his body, but he wanted to move, but he was restrained by a gentle force. Before he could figure out what was going on, he flew into the air.

"Huh—"

Exclamations rang out.

The islands, pavilions, cruise ships, and tens of thousands of monks looking up at the bottom have a panoramic view.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Zuo Lingquan couldn't panic, he suppressed his emotions with a tyrannical mind, made a cold appearance, and watched himself land on the platform in the center of Wangyuetan.

boom -

There was too much movement on the ground, and water splashed around the platform.

Mr. Sanzhu was shocked and took a few steps back.

The monks in the surrounding three islands all looked at him in unison; several experts from the Xian family in the main hall of Yuefu also had their breath locked on him, apparently for fear of his anger, they drew their swords and slashed Mr. Sanzhu.

"..."

Zuo Lingquan was paying attention to Venerable Peach Blossom just now, but he didn't hear what Mr. Sanzhu said at the end. When everyone was watching, he could only put on the posture of a sword immortal and looked at Mr. Sanzhu with his hands behind his back, and said anxiously:

"Sister Yingying, what are you doing? What am I doing?"

There was a response from the heart lake: "Stop the audience, you are the junior of this deity, don't lose people from Dongzhou."

"I didn't even pay attention to what he said at the end, what's wrong? You should say hello to me first..."

"Hey~ you can increase your popularity and adapt to the situation, and leave the rest to the deity."

"I……"

"Hurry up! Otherwise, this deity will take off your clothes and let you dance naked in front of all the fairies."

"What?!"

...

Thousands of monks onlookers looked eagerly at the white-robed Sword Immortal standing still in the middle of the lake.

Ye Que watched silently for a long time, the white robe sword immortal always stood with his hands behind his back, without words, just staring at Mr. Sanzhu with those sharp-edged eyes.

Mr. Sanzhu was terrified. He was really afraid that this reckless man from Dongzhou would slaughter him here with a sword.

However, I haven't seen the other party's movement for a long time, and I thought that outside the Qianqiu Yuefu Patriarch's Hall, Mr. Sanzhu became more courageous.

"You are the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't know if Venerable Peach Blossom was drinking too much. He couldn't say anything anyway, so he could only respond calmly according to his usual style of behavior:

"So what?"

"Oh……"

It was the first time I saw the sword demon Zuo Ci Zhenrong's loose cultivator, and his eyes showed eagerness.

After all, everyone present is walking on the cultivation path. Although everyone in the qin and music has a high status, no matter how high they are, they are not as high as the honored man of the cultivation path. This kind of sword fairy who was born and became famous all over the world is rarer than fairies. too much.

Many cultivators from Dongzhou also began to boo next to Wangyuetan:

"Zuo Jianxian, cut him, dare to say that Dongzhou is an unrefined and rough person, what's wrong? My Dongzhou Jianxian has a big fist..."

I don't know if it's enemy or friendly.

Mr. Sanzhu really stood in front of the 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci', and it was difficult to keep his tone of training. He was a little more polite, but his words were still yin and yang:

"Does your Excellency want to compete with the old man outside the Qianqiu Yuefu Patriarch's Hall? Let the old man become famous?"

This is what Zuo Lingquan said to Zhou Mu on the cruise ship.

Zuo Lingquan's response did not surprise everyone present:

"right."

"Wow—"

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd was noisy.

Many cultivators who admired Sword Demon Zuo Ci's deeds applauded loudly, but more people shook their heads, feeling that this was a bit inappropriate.

After all, an expert at the top of the mountain pays attention to his demeanor, and he also depends on whether his opponent is qualified or not. With the Taoism shown by the sword demon Zuo Ci, hitting Mr. Sanzhu is like a strong man hitting a three-year-old kid. If you drop the price yourself, you won't be able to get a good reputation.

Mrs. Xue admired the newly emerging Sword Immortal, but also felt that this remark was too reckless, and it kind of destroyed the impression left by the past, and said to Shangguan Lingye:

"This Zuo Jianxian, the way of life is a bit unpredictable. It's a good thing to be young and energetic, but if you go too far, there will be problems."

Shangguan Lingye didn't understand what Zuo Lingquan was doing at all, so he didn't dare to talk.

Not far away, Zhou Mu saw this scene, and his eyes were full of sarcasm:

"Sure enough, he is a brainless man. He dares to step on him even if he scolds him with a piece of shit, and he is proud to think that he is very powerful, but he doesn't know that it is a joke in the eyes of outsiders..."

On the platform in the center of the lake, Mr. Sanzhu also smiled. Not only was he fearless, but he also spread his hands and looked at the people present:

"As expected of the 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci', it did not disappoint everyone. Well, since Zuo Da Jianxian can only speak with a sword, this old man can't help but pick it up. Which Taoist friend borrows a sword to use it? This old man is a literati, although I don't know martial arts, but let Zuo Dajianxian show off the 'virtue' of Dongzhou Jianxian, and he is still competent."

The monks around Wangyuetan were noisy, some eagerly wanted to borrow swords, and some persuaded:

"Zuo Jianxian, he is just a sour scholar with a strong tongue, what do you think of him..."

"The saints all say that 'a gentleman can be deceived by others', but you're arguing with this kind of clown, and you have lost your identity..."

...

Mrs. Xue saw that Zuo Lingquan's "heart has been decided" and did not mean to give in at all, so she wanted to talk about it, lest this young man who had finally built up a great reputation, fall into the reputation of "a mad dog who bites everyone".

But before she could speak, she heard the young sword immortal in the heart of the lake say:

"Are you also worthy to learn swordsmanship with me?"

The whole place was silent, a little puzzled.

Mr. Sanzhu thought about it too, nodded and said:

"That's right, my three-legged cat swordsmanship is not worthy of Zuo Dajianxian. Your Excellency, do you want to learn from each other?"

Zuo Lingquan tilted his head slightly and motioned to Qingxiao He weeping in the center of the platform:

"When it comes to martial arts, you don't even accompany me to lift my shoes. My generation of swordsmen is never difficult, don't you say that Dongzhou can't understand the rhythm? Zhou Mu, an unknown junior, is not worthy to know the essence of Dongzhou's rhythm, you are still A little bit of Taoism, give you a chance to ask for advice."

"...?"

Tens of thousands of cultivators were dazed, and they didn't understand the meaning of these words for a while.

Zhou Mu, whose eyes were full of sarcasm, froze when he heard this, and sat up straight for a while, his eyes were unbelievable:

"What does he mean?"

Dongfang Yunzhi showed some disdain:

"Beat the stone with an egg."

Shangguan Lingye's eyes were weird, he opened his mouth, but didn't speak. The meaning of his eyes should be - you might as well beat this fellow, how can you compare this thing?

Mrs. Xue was also a little stunned. After thinking about it for a long time and making sure she heard it correctly, she stood up and asked:

"Little friend Zuo wants to play the piano with Mr. Sanzhu?"

"Wow—"

Only then did the audience react, and the noise was like thunder, which overwhelmed Mrs. Xue's next words.

The shock in everyone's eyes was bigger than hearing the sword demon Zuo Ci pierce Luojian Mountain with a single sword. After all, this sentence is the same as Mr. Sanzhu said to go to Luojian Mountain to ask Jian, isn't this outrageous?

Mr. Sanzhu's reputation is not due to strong winds. Except for a few people in Qianqiu Yuefu, who would dare to challenge him?

Of course, there are not a few people who are looking forward to it. Many fairies frowning secretly, their eyes light up when they hear these words, and the chattering voice overwhelms the exclamation of the loose cultivator.

Mr. Sanzhu couldn't believe it. After watching Zuo Lingquan for a long time, he was sure that he was not joking.

The confrontation suddenly came to the field that he was good at. Mr. Sanzhu's momentum naturally rose, and he had the arrogance of a strong man on the mountain. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the unknown junior in front of him:

"Little friendly and daring, if that's the case, if you just said that, I will treat you as arrogant and rude. If you dare to take the stage today, the old man will respect you as a person, but the qin music is different from the swordsmanship. Your actions are too ignorant."

Zuo Lingquan knew that he was two pounds, and he didn't say that he was going to compete with Mr. Sanzhu. He said plainly:

"Dongzhou has a broad and profound culture, although there are generations, but there is no shortage of successors, and it is not tolerated by outsiders to slander and despise it. I am not good at rhythm, but I was fortunate enough to watch a master play a piece. Today, 'borrow me' hand, and put Dongzhou's qin art into practice. Show it to you, who doesn't know how high the sky is, and you have your own conclusions in your heart."

Mr. Sanzhu was a little surprised to see Zuo Lingquan's aura so strong, but he was not afraid at all, and nodded slightly:

"Okay, the old man will see the level of Dongzhou Qindao today."

"Huh..."

Everyone saw that the two people in the heart of the lake were really ready to learn from each other, and the noise became more and more intensive.

Those who can come to the Mid-Autumn Festival are mostly cultivators who like romantic romances. They may not know much about kendo, but there are indeed many famous masters in the rhythm.

Mr. Sanzhu is a loose cultivator, and if he can become a heavyweight guest of Qianqiu Yuefu, you can see that his piano skills are superb.

The sword demon Zuo Ci's kendo attainments can reach today's level, and he must have studied and practiced hard since childhood. How can he have time to engage in these playful things, and run to provoke a person who has studied and practiced the piano skill hard since childhood.

Those who doubted the strength of the sword demon Zuo Ci were not only the monks watching, but also the daughters-in-law who knew Zuo Lingquan very well.

Jiang Yi's eyes widened and she didn't dare to speak. She could only look at Wu Qingwan and asked, "This fellow can play the piano?"

Wu Qingwan also widened her eyes with a strange expression, and her eyes responded: "His fingers are flexible, but they are all used to tease the white jade tiger, how can he play the strings..."

In the stone pavilion, Tang Jingxuan also nervously and secretly asked:

"Mother-in-law, come and see, is there something wrong with Xiao Zuo's brain? Or was he taken away?"

"Um."

"Huh?! Then why don't you come over quickly?"

...

There was a lot of discussion, because the sword demon Zuo Ci chose to challenge the opponent in the field that the opponent is best at. Naturally, no one would say that the sword demon Zuo Ci was reckless, but he was worried about the defeat, and he was afraid that the famous Zuo Jianxian would fall. A 'indescribable' name.

But fortunately, it is not a big deal to lose if you are learning piano, music, and chess skills. Whether you win or lose, it is considered an elegant talk.

Mrs. Xue is a master of music, and her interest in this matter is far greater than that of Luojian Mountain. She smiled and said:

"Little friend Zuo is really unpredictable. Today is the sect celebration of Qianqiu Yuefu. Xiaoyou Zuo came to join us. I can't help but say that, otherwise, as long as Xiaoyou Zuo is better than Mr. Sanzhu, the women of Qianqiu Yuefu Pick one, how about you?"

The fellow Taoists around thought this idea was a good idea. If the sword demon Zuo Ci really picked it up, it would still be the Qianqiu Yuefu to take advantage of it.

However, there are also Daoist friends on the mountain who don't think it's a big deal, and said:

"Hey, Mrs. Xue's words are too big. If Zuo Jianxian wins and chooses you, what will Palace Master Qi do?"

"Ha ha……"

A burst of laughter.

Mrs. Xue's face turned red, and she was a little annoyed: "Naturally, she must be an unmarried woman. How can a young woman like me like a yellow-faced woman."

Qi Yulin, the head of Qianqiu Yuefu, also laughed and scolded, and changed his words:

"Marriage is destiny, there is no reason to be a lucky winner. Today, little friend Zuo came to the house to support, Qianqiu Yuefu can't be stingy, as long as he can beat Mr. Sanzhu, the "Caolu Sword Sutra" that I treasured will be given to Zuo Xiaoyou. Friends. Mr. Sanzhu is a well-known qin Taoist, and winning is a matter of course, don't blame Qi for being stingy."

Everyone was surprised when they heard the words. "Caolu Sword Sutra" is not a sword manual, but a sword practice insight written by an old swordsman. It was originally used to teach one's younger generation. As a result, Miss Qiu's mother was in chaos in her practice. When breaking through, he made a gesture with Madam Xue in Qianqiu Yuefu, and went out.

It's useless for ordinary people to hold this thing, and swordsmen may not be able to understand anything after reading it, but just relying on the word "Sword God" is enough for monks to cherish it and pass it on from generation to generation. Qi Yulin used to hide it as a treasure, but today he is willing to take it out as a lucky draw, probably because the sword demon Zuo Ci is so talented, it is not sincere to say other irrelevant objects, and he does not think the sword demon Zuo Ci can win.

Shangguan Lingye was very worried about whether her husband could hold on to the scene, but as soon as she heard 'Caitou', the old problem of Mao Guopuyan fell into place. Anyway, she didn't have to pay for the bet, so she turned to look at the seat of Li Hequ's family. :

"Mr. Sanzhu is a famous teacher invited by Li He's Qu family. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to discuss with others on this occasion.

Everyone thought it was right, and looked at Qu Xiangwen's position in a blink of an eye.

As a nouveau riche, Li He's Qu family was looked down upon by the orthodox immortals, and always hoped to break into the circle of celebrities through arty elegance. Qu Xiangwen was secretly thinking about whether to make a splash in the limelight, but it was difficult to interject, and he was a little flattered to see all the fame of the immortals in the main hall of Yuefu.

There are not a few famous rhythm masters who are jealous of 'Qingxiao Crane Weeping', and the Qu family is unfamiliar with rhythm and refuses to sell it. It has always been a pity in my heart.

Zhou Mu knew that Dongfang Yunzhi liked Qin, and felt that Zuo Ci, the sword demon, was humiliating himself by challenging Mr. Sanzhu. As long as the Qin was in Mr. Sanzhu's hands, it would be a search for something when he got it back, so he interjected:

"As the saying goes 'a sword is given to a hero', a famous qin must be given to a famous teacher. Zuo Dajianxian and Mr. Sanzhu are both well-known figures in Hua Junzhou. Today, they used the ancient famous qin 'Qingxiao He Weeping'. ', Master Qu mainly used other objects as the lucky draw, which was a bit disappointing."

"That's a good idea."

"Yeah yeah……"

Qu Xiangwen's eyelids twitched, and his flesh was obviously aching. Although Xianpinqin is only a high-end and elegant game, it is not beneficial to practice, but the number is too rare. For those who like this way, it is "hard to buy a good heart", and it is not necessary to exchange a fairy sword.

The Qu family relied on this thing to decorate the facade, how could they come to such an elegant occasion to join in the fun after sending it out?

However, the rich and powerful people on the top of the mountain all looked at him. If Qu Xiangwen was reluctant, Li He and Qu's family would not have the face to come to such an occasion in the future. Qu Xiangwen was entangled in his heart, and he played with his heart and said:

"Mr. Sanzhu's high attainments in the qin Taoism are obvious to all. Comparing with Zuo Jianxian is equivalent to seniors and juniors discussing Taoism. The juniors will naturally have more rewards. If they are the same, they will treat Zuo Jianxian badly. It's better than this, Zuo Jianxian. If you win, this qin will be given to Zuo Jianxian; if Mr. Sanzhu wins, this qin will be lent to Mr. Sanzhu for a 100-year-old, what do you think?"

When everyone heard this, they felt a little regretful. After all, the Qu family didn't know how to play the piano at all, and they always lent it to Mr. Sanzhu to play it, and the sword demon Zuo Ci had a slim chance of winning.

But betting is like this, the smaller the odds of winning, the higher the odds. Qu Xiangwen dares to take a bet, so the people watching the fun naturally have a little more expectation for the sword demon Zuo Ci.

Mr. Sanzhu came to his own field, and he was full of arrogance. Seeing everyone's eyes, he didn't talk nonsense, and raised his finger to Qintai:

"That's the case, Zuo Xiaoyou, please. This old man will not bully the younger generation. I will give you two chances. After you finish one piece, the old man will play it again. If it is not as good as the old man, you can play another piece, as long as you can beat the old man once. , you will win."

...

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the young swordsman in the robe of a gentleman walked slowly to the front of the piano case on the platform without saying a word.

First, he slowly understood that he opened the sword around his waist and placed it by his side, then lightly lifted his robe, sat cross-legged in front of the piano platform, and lit an incense in the brass incense altar, which was very ritualistic.

The incense burner emits little green smoke, the white-robed son closed his eyes, and sat silently.

"..."

Wangyuetan was silent, everyone's eyes were fixed, and they dared not speak.

After looking at it for a while, Jiang Yi leaned towards Qingwan, who knew Zuo Lingquan best, and asked in a low voice:

"What is he doing?"

Wu Qingwan felt that Zuo Lingquan was a different person and couldn't see through it at all, so she shook her head.

In fact, not only Qing Wan, but even Zuo Lingquan himself didn't know what he was doing.

Zuo Lingquan closed his eyes and could not open them. After sitting for a while, he asked in his heart:

"Sister Yingying, what am I doing?"

"Shh, it's called feeling. The more skilled you are, the more you pay attention to the mood of inspiration. You have to brew, feel the breath of heaven and earth, the breeze and the water, the lights and moonlight..."

"Uh... I feel like I'm on pins and needles, how long does this take?"

"The state is good for a while. It's normal to not feel sitting for two or three days. The longer the time, the better..."

"Isn't it?"

"Don't interrupt."

"Oh."

...

Mr. Sanzhu stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, and when he saw the posture of the white-robed son, his expression became a little dignified, and he secretly said: "Hmph, the posture is quite strong, but I don't know what the level is, if it is normal, it is grandstanding..."

Others have similar thoughts, not in a hurry, just waiting silently to see whether this Dongzhou Sword Immortal is a blockbuster or a joke.

woohoo~~

Under the silver moon, the breeze wrinkled the lake surface, and also brought up the white-robed son's robe and black hair.

Just when some people couldn't wait and began to whisper, an ethereal piano sound, along with the wind, sounded in the silent Wangyuetan:

thump~

The voice was clear, like tears falling into a secluded pool.

Listening to everyone's ears, it was like when someone was drowsy, someone poured a basin of cold water on his head, his body jolted, his attention was attracted, and a little noise disappeared.

Mrs. Xue had her hands on her face and looked on, when she saw that the handsome young man raised his fingers and hooked the strings of the piano lightly, the ethereal sound of the piano was in his ears, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he sat up with surprise in his eyes.

dong dong~~

Two more beeps.

The sound of the piano came out, causing two circles of ripples on the calm lake surface, spreading out. Only at this time did everyone realize that it was not the breeze but the sound of the piano that was blowing the wrinkled lake.

The scattered cultivators on the island covered bridge looked surprised, even if they didn't understand the rhythm, they could still feel the artistic conception of 'oneness with heaven and earth'.

dong dong~~ dong dong~~

The sound of the piano came out one after another, and the tune was elusive, as if it was not playing, but the resonance of the lake and the autumn water, and the resonance sounded under the moonlight, naturally and gradually.

Mr. Sanzhu originally looked at it with the attitude of an elder, but in just a few short voices, his expression became incomprehensible, and he stared blankly at the young man in front.

The white-robed young man sitting in the middle of the lake, pressing the strings with one hand and hooking with the other, his expression was always indifferent to the slightest emotion.

dong~dong~

The ethereal sound of the qin came from the guqin under his hand, but everyone could not focus on him. Instead, they looked at the surrounding lake and Qiuyue. Following every rhythm, they looked at the full moon in the lake and the candlelight. The ripples of the lake, the red maple tree by the lake, the beautiful woman who is overlooking the fence...

There are not too many euphemistic and poignant tunes, but it seems to be telling from the heart; everyone present can only hear the rhythm, but they can really feel the meaning of the song:

The maple leaves moving with the wind in the sound of the piano are in front of you...

The beautiful woman with bright eyes is beside me...

The candlelight and the moonlight intersected, illuminating the stones at the bottom of the lake, and a small carp quietly probed towards the piano platform above...

The rhythm makes people immersive, even if you close your eyes, you can feel every grass, every tree, every frown and smile that Qu Yi tells...

Qu Xiangwen and the others, who were not familiar with the qin and music, were blank in their eyes, but they did not dare to ask questions, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of this world.

And Dongfang Yunzhi, Zhou Mu and other people who are familiar with the rhythm are also blank in their eyes, because it seems that this has nothing to do with the rhythm.

If Mr. Sanzhu's qin has a high artistic conception that mortals can't understand, then the artistic conception of the current piece is so high that 'returning to nature' - playing it with the body of a mortal, people can truly hear the sound of heaven and earth, It is so unattainable to be able to understand everything, but to be above the clouds.

Mrs. Xue is a famous musician in music theory. She once experienced this feeling of being one with heaven and earth, as if everything in heaven and earth are strings on your fingertips. That feeling is called sanctification. See through the natural state of mind of all things.

How big is this kid...

People who don't know the details are dazed and intoxicated, while Shangguan Lingye and others are shocked. Even as a daughter-in-law who has been close to each other, there is an unreachable strangeness in their hearts. .

dong dong dong~~

The sound of the piano gradually became rapid, and it fell into Wangyuetan like a torrential rain.

It is not only the mortals who are present who can hear the resonance of heaven and earth, but other creatures can also feel this rhythm originating from heaven and earth.

The cultivator, who was afraid to even breathe and disturbed the mood of the world, stared blankly at the rippling water surface and felt a circle of fish coming.

Then, in the huge Wangyuetan Lake, colorful shadows appeared, and tens of thousands of fish probed from under the clear lake, curiously looking at the trembling strings on the platform in the center of the lake.

dong dong dong~~

With the rapid sound of the piano, and gradually reaching the highest peak, the thousands of monks who could not take their eyes off them felt an aura originating from the wild and ancient times, and they had a bird's-eye view of the world above the sky.

"Oh……"

Except for the sound of the piano, I silently looked at the Moon Lake, and finally there was a little noise.

Mrs. Xue and Palace Master Qi Yulin seemed to understand something, so they both stood up and stared blankly at the ancient famous qin that was unknowingly showing a dim flow.

thump—

The fingers clasped the strings, but the sound was not the sound of the piano, but a loud and mournful:

"Wow—"

Under everyone's attention, a huge white phantom rushed out from the center of the lake, spread its wings, and flew straight into the sky.

The sound of the crane is also ethereal, full of ambition to break through the cage of heaven and earth, and the unwillingness when exhausted to die.

Even if it is tens of thousands of years away, the monks present can still feel the aura of the red-crowned crane daring to judge the high and low of the heavens.

"Huh..."

There was a lot of noise, but the sound of the piano that hit the depths of the soul could not be suppressed.

The phantom of the giant crane hovers under the silver moon, giving a bird's-eye view of everything in the world.

Although the breath dissipated and the outline could no longer be seen, the dumplings in the viewing pavilion still felt the oppressive force of being 'a **** being stepped on by a mortal'. Big bird.

Xie Qiutao stared at it in fascination. Although he had heard about the style of this family guqin for a long time, he really understood the heights of the ancestors of the Xie family when he saw it.

Tang Jing, who was next to him, looked calm as usual, because the one standing in the pavilion now has been replaced by the ancestor of Shangguan who has been standing on the top of the mountain for thousands of years.

The ancestor of Shangguan was not shocked by the remaining projection after the failure of the giant crane's ascension, but turned to the far north in a blink of an eye, thinking of an old friend.

In the extreme north of Jiuzhou, Xuefeng Tianchi, under the plum tree that blooms in all seasons.

The woman in the dress like a white plum, sitting in front of the piano platform, also looked towards the south.

After pondering for a long time, the woman raised the corner of her mouth and showed a smile:

"I'm not here, Yingying isn't lazy."

The maid who appeared in the piano responded:

"Isn't that young man playing the piano?"

"If it was him, a white plum and a qin song, I should be moved."

"pity?"

"It's a rare bosom friend."

...

thump—

The last chord ended in silence.

There was no enthusiastic applause, and there was no excited praise that couldn't be held back, because everyone was silent in the awe-inspiring artistic conception of gathering and not leaving, and they have not recovered.

Whether it is a famous fairy or a loose cultivator at the bottom, all eyes stay on the night sky where there is only one silver moon left, staring blankly, as if waiting for something.

Zuo Lingquan was also silent in it, and even felt that his soul full of evil tastes had desecrated his holy body.

"Humph~ stinky boy, isn't the deity powerful?"

"Well... the birds do not move and the fish do not move, the moon shines on the deep river in the night. There is nothing to do outside, but there is only the qin in the boat. The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends. When the mind is calm, the sound is light, and there is no ancient and modern... One word, Absolutely!"

"Huh?! Quick, read it in public, what are you saying to me? Get up and read poetry..."

"Ha ha……"

Zuo Lingquan twitched his lips and smiled. He didn't listen to Yingying's careful instigation. He stood up, hung his saber around his waist, looked at Mr. Sanzhu, who was standing beside him and raised his eyes to the sky. He raised his hand slightly:

"Please sir."

"..."

An abrupt clear voice appeared on the lake, startling the fishes gathered around the platform.

On the three islands, countless cultivators and fairies frowned secretly, just as they were about to see someone interrupted by such an unpleasant sight, they were stunned when they saw the white-robed young man standing in the middle of the lake.

Finished playing?

Countless cultivators were stunned for a long time before breaking free from intoxication. Shock and disbelief came to their minds, and they uttered a tidal wave of noisy words:

"Oh my God……"

"This... just now..."

...

Incoherent.

Mr. Sanzhu looked at the sky, deeply immersed in the resonance of heaven and earth just now, and even felt something in his heart, with a bit of ecstasy in his eyes.

Being woken up suddenly, Mr. Sanzhu looked unhappy and looked at the white-robed son in front of him:

"Do what?"

Zuo Lingquan was a little dazed, and motioned to Qintai:

"Sir, it's time to play."

The noise suddenly fell silent, and everyone remembered that this was not a solo recital, but a layman challenging everyone on the piano.

Mr. Sanzhu looked at the Qintai.

yes, let's chat...

Cut a hammer? !

Mr. Sanzhu's face was black, and he felt like he was exchanging swordsmanship with Sanxiu and others, and after opening it, he realized that the opposite was the ancestor of Huang Chao.

Doesn't this bully honest people?

Mr. Sanzhu looked at Zuo Lingquan with his hands behind his back, he was hesitant to say anything, he wanted to say that the other party did not teach martial arts, and pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger, but as a master of Qin Tao, it would be shameful to say this.

In the main hall of Yuefu, most people were stunned, but there was no objection to the victory or defeat of the Qintai discussion here.

Not to mention the feeling of listening, the thing that understands the swordsman the most is the sword, and the thing that understands the violinist the most is the qin.

Mr. Sanzhu played for a long time just now, but there was no response from 'Qingxiao Crane Cry' at all; when others came on stage and Qin had such a big feedback, it was self-evident which was good or bad.

Everyone present was a little unbelievable, and the surprise in their hearts could not be suppressed, especially those nympho-like sect fairies. They admire the style of the swordsmen on the mountain, but they don't know anything about the swordsmanship, but they know the rhythm very well. After listening to this song, it has the meaning of "seeing the sword demon for a lifetime".

Mrs. Xue sat in the seat, and after a long silence, she said:

"Old Sword God's assessment is right, this boy is indeed worthy of the word 'demon'; fortunately, this boy appeared late, if it were two hundred years earlier, I'm afraid I would have married to Dongzhou like Qiu Niuniu's mother. ... Maybe they are married together, two daughters serve a husband or something..."

Shangguan Lingye was pondering whether Zuo Lingquan was taken away. Hearing this, he came back to his senses and interrupted:

"Mrs. Xue, Palace Master Qi can sit over there."

"Ha ha……"

...

Tens of thousands of cultivators kept talking, all talking about the song just now, and no one mentioned Mr. Sanzhu at all.

Mr. Sanzhu was quite embarrassed to stand on the stage. Knowing that it was shameful to play, he raised his hand and arched:

"It's the old man who is short-sighted. He doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. If he is willing to bow down, the old man will not play and shame."

After speaking, he turned around and stepped on the water and returned to the main hall of Yuefu.

In the main hall, the palace lords Qi Yulin and Qu Xiangwen, who had recovered their senses, both turned black, and their eyes were full of pain.

However, what he said was the water that was poured out. Qi Yulin sighed, and took out a book from his sleeve and sent it to the heart of the lake. He said cheerfully:

"Zuo Jianxian hides so deeply, it's really amazing. Since Mr. Sanzhu admits defeat, this "Caolu Sword Sutra" belongs to Zuo Jianxian~www.wuxiahere.com~ Mrs. Xue's heart is rippling, although she has no chance After thinking about it, I still interjected:

"This sword scripture was lost to me by an old friend, Miss Qiu of the Absolute Sword Immortal Sect. I have been thinking about this book for many years, but there is no reason to go back. If you have read it, give it to Qiu Da. Miss, maybe..."

? ?

Shangguan Lingye felt that Mrs. Xue had a lot of things to do, so why mess with the mandarin ducks?

But she couldn't say it clearly, she could only secretly respond in her heart:

The defeated general thinks beautifully, and he will confiscate it later...

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