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Chapter 669 [Emperor Wen] Sword Technique! [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

"Ouyang Lianghan, why does Yuan Changshi look so depressed?"

"Maybe he was in a hurry and couldn't hold it in anymore."

"No wonder you walk so fast."

On the bank of the Xunyangfang River, outside the gate of Xunyang Tower, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen met and exchanged a few words.

Looking at Rong Zhen who nodded, he glanced at the backs of Yuan Huaimin and Yi Qianqiu who had just disappeared from the door and asked:
"Why is Commander Yi here?"

"I went out this afternoon and met her at the entrance of the cave. I mentioned the banquet tonight and she said she wanted to have a drink and enjoy the pipa music with the old senior."

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and asked again:
"Did you tell me that this dinner party was organized with the help of me and Brother Huaimin?"

"Yeah." Rong Zhen nodded and asked, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

As soon as he and Yuan Huaimin got out of the car, they saw Yi Qianqiu. Yuan Huaimin was about to slip away and get back into the car, but Yi Qianqiu stared at Yuan Huaimin without blinking.

Perhaps knowing that he couldn't escape, Yuan Huaimin pretended not to see him and hurried towards the door. Yi Qianqiu followed him in.

Rong Zhen suddenly frowned:

"Why do you still smell good? Look at your hair. Did you shower and change clothes? Why are you dressed so elegantly, like a butterfly..."

Ouyang Rong solemnly clarified: "Bathing, fumigating, and appreciating vocal music are all part of the ritual."

Rong Zhen looked at him suspiciously.

Ouyang Rong asked back:
"What about you, Ms. Rong? You are wearing a very fancy outfit today. It's rare to see you dressed up like this."

Real face:

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I came here with Princess Anhui.

“In the past, among the ladies and noblewomen in Luoyang, it was an honor to be able to enter the palace and hear Mr. Yu in person. Most of them would dress up carefully, enter the palace in their best attire, and attend the banquet for the saint.

"Princess Anhui respects Mr. Yu, so she specially dressed up to go out today and even brought me along."

Ouyang Rong asked calmly, "Princess Anhui is here too?"

"Ah."

After a while, Rong Zhen explained again:
"If it weren't for Mr. Yu's ability to play music, I wouldn't be interested in doing such a boring thing."

"oh oh."

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.

Rong Zhen turned his eyes away and sneered to himself.

After a while, she glanced behind Ouyang Rong and asked:
"Where's General Yan? Didn't you say yesterday that you would bring him along?"

Ouyang Rong immediately replied: "Uh, he has something to do and will be back later... Let's go, the dinner is about to start."

"Ah."

The two entered Xunyang Tower. Before entering, Ouyang Rong turned around and glanced in the direction of Xunyang Palace.

In the evening, after he had bathed and changed his clothes, before leaving, he specially asked Yan Liulang to take a handwritten letter to the palace to deliver to his junior sister.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and looked towards the rooftop.

I silently gave Brother Huaimin a thumbs up...

Yuan Huaimin had no idea that someone was being disloyal for the sake of beauty, yet he still had the nerve to thank him.

After meeting his cousin Yi Qianqiu, his originally happy trip to appreciate the pipa was completely ruined.

By the time Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen entered the room and arrived at the lobby on the first floor, Yuan Huaimin and Yi Qianqiu had disappeared.

Upon asking, I found out that Yuan Huaimin stayed in the toilet for a while, and after coming out, he made an excuse of having a stomachache and went back. As for Yi Qianqiu, he should have followed him.

"Leave them alone."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand and called on the frowning Rong Zhen to move on.

The two of them came to the spacious hall and greeted Mr. Yu at a table in the middle.

Soon, the Pipa dinner officially began.

Qin Qing, the prostitute who had not been seen for many days, entered the stage in the center of the hall with a group of musicians playing the pipa and started playing.

Today was a little different. In addition to Qin Qingguanren and other pipa masters, Ouyang Rong and Yuan Huaimin went out of their way to find women who were proficient in pipa in Xunyang City so that they could exchange pipa music together. It would be more lively when there were more people.

"Don't worry, Madam Historian. This time, these Pipa women have been carefully searched and examined by Liu Lang's men. They will not hurt the old gentleman."

"Ah."

Seeing the old musician at the next table grinning from ear to ear, Rong Zhen silently withdrew his gaze and looked at Ouyang Rong with a complicated look.

The last time he met that group of strange scholars drinking and having fun in the peach blossom forest of Kuanglu Mountain, it was a coincidence. Rong Zhen has been very sensitive to danger these days and didn't want to take any risks, so he subconsciously asked people to drive them away and block the peach blossom forest.

But in the past few days, Rong Zhen thought about it and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the old musician must have been angry at that time.

Rong Zhen pursed her lips. She had been following the old musician these days and was listening very attentively.

Ouyang Rong, on the other hand, has always been very serious.

Both of them were sitting upright.

The Pipa dinner was in full swing, and the two found that Mr. Yu never stopped smiling, and he seemed to enjoy communicating with his musician friends.

As Rong Zhen listened, his face tensed.

It wasn't that he wasn't serious, but he would glance at Ouyang Rong next to him from time to time.

Ouyang Rong was preparing to listen to the pipa music carefully, and he would take notes from time to time in his small notebook.

This was a good habit he developed when he was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination - a good memory is not as good as a poor pen.

"What are you doing?" Rong Zhen suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Write it down, even though I don't quite understand it." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.

"Don't you have a good memory?" Rong Zhen asked.

"It's different. A good memory is not as good as a small notebook." He said seriously.

"Yeah." Hearing this, Rong Zhen seemed to be relieved. Ouyang Rong glanced at her and laughed.

How can this be so competitive?

Besides, the way the lady asked him whether he understood what she was saying was just like a good girl asking about the grades of her new rival.

Ouyang Rong was not joking. He and Rong Zhen did not quite understand the sound of the pipa. Ouyang Rong even suspected that Mr. Yu did not understand anything about pipa and was just appreciating it.

Ouyang Rong asked: "Ms. Rong, did the old senior play the song you wanted?"

Rong Zhen frowned and shook his head, then suddenly said, "Lend it to me too."

"..." The small notebook in his hand was snatched away, and Ouyang Rong was speechless.

Soon, the dinner was spent with Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen chatting and slacking off from time to time.

Yan Liulang came back halfway and whispered something to Ouyang Rong, who suppressed his smile.

In addition, the rooftop space that Yuan Huaimin had originally arranged to meet at has been vacated, and Yuan Huaimin's private collection of fine wine has also been delivered.

However, Yuan Huaimin passed away early. In addition to meeting the tigress Yi Qianqiu, he seemed to be heartbroken by his good friend.

Since Yuan Huaimin had left, Ouyang Rong had no choice but to see the guests off himself.

The old musician was obviously very happy tonight. Discussing the sound of the pipa with Miss Qin and others seemed to be a new experience for him.

In the lobby on the first floor of Xunyang Tower, the old musician agreed on the next time with Miss Qin and a group of women who were good at playing the pipa, and then went out with their hands behind their backs.

Ouyang Rong had his own carriage because he had to go back later.

Rong Zhen and the old musician rode in the same carriage. The two carriages were very close to each other, driving on a small road along the river, slowly heading towards the west city gate. Ouyang Rong was going to send Rong Zhen and the old musician to the city gate, and then return to Xunyang Tower.

It was late in the evening and the road was quite quiet.

Ouyang Rong lifted the car curtain from time to time to check the road conditions, as if he was in a hurry.

However, the old musician was in poor health and the convoy could not travel too fast.

In the next carriage, an old man closed his eyes and moved his fingers in the air, as if he was playing something.

Just before getting into the car, Rong Zhen took Ouyang Rong's piano and notebook.

She sat face to face with the old musician for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Old senior, when will you hand over the piece of music you promised to the Imperial Astronomical Bureau? There is not much time left."

The old musician, who was smiling and resting with his eyes closed, stopped, opened his eyes and looked at Rong Zhen.

He chuckled and asked back:
"Rong girl, haven't you heard the song you want?"

"What do you mean?" Rong Zhen was stunned: "But I have never heard the old senior play the military formation song."

"Who says it has to be a military song?"

"But didn't Emperor Wen's sword technique originate from the military..."

"That was in the past. Strictly speaking, the first sword art of Emperor Wen was born from a court music of the Great Sui Dynasty. Then came the military formation song that you are familiar with and recorded by the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, which celebrated Emperor Taizong Wen's bravery in breaking the formation...

“When the last senior passed it to me, it was a military formation song, yes. But I’m going to tell you something you may not believe, I have long forgotten this military formation song, but over the years, that sound has always lingered in my ears.

“To use the words of a senior who laughed at me before, it’s okay to forget, it’s all the same.

"It doesn't matter what song it is, what matters is whether you hear it, isn't it?

"I actually don't like the killing music of the previous senior. I prefer the music of prosperity. But I'm ashamed to say that the music of prosperity is too difficult. I haven't found it in all these years. But when I left Luoyang and went south, I did have some personal insights. I played them for you a few days ago."

Rong Zhen was stunned. "You've played it before? I'm sorry, I don't remember. Which one did you play?"

The old musician smiled slightly:
"It's okay. I'll give you one more chance to see if you can understand it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man took the xylophone next to the girl in palace dress, placed it horizontally on his knees, and put his fingertips down.

The sound of a piano began to echo inside and outside the carriage.

Rong Zhen looked a little confused when he first heard it, but then, as if he remembered something, his eyes widened, and he immediately went to get Ouyang Rong's notebook and took notes by lamplight...

The two carriages had already arrived at the closed west gate.

No one got out of the carriage that the old musician and Rong Zhen were riding in, so Ouyang Rong took the initiative to get off the carriage and showed the commander on the city wall the document allowing the governor of Jiangzhou to travel at night.

The west city gate opened, and the carriage carrying Rong Zhen and the old musician started and went straight through the city gate.

Seeing this, Ouyang Rong didn't go to say hello.

After getting on the carriage, he rubbed his eyebrows and told Ali outside:

"Go back to Xunyang Tower."

"Yes, son."

The two carriages that were originally traveling together were heading towards each other at the city gate. At this time, an inexplicable piano sound came from somewhere, sometimes like a distant bridge, sometimes like a pine stream, and sometimes like a green mountain, floating in the dark night inside and outside the west city gate.

Not only the soldiers on the city wall were attracted, but Ouyang Rong was also attracted.

Inside the carriage, he slowly stopped moving.

"what."

I couldn't help but lift the car curtain and look behind me.

The sound of the piano came from the carriage in which the old musician and Ms. Rong were riding.

Ouyang Rong suddenly reacted. The music in his ears seemed to be a blend of many songs he had heard before. He remembered that the old musician had played them when he was visiting Mount Kuang Lu last time and was appreciating scenic spots such as Songxi, Liting and Shenggu.

As he listened, Ouyang Rong discovered that the person playing the piano had skillfully linked the six pieces together, creating a particularly harmonious sound.

The order of the series, if I remember correctly, is: Yuanqiao, Daiyan, Songxi, Cuishan, Liting, Shenggu...

As Ouyang Rong listened and thought carefully, he suddenly felt a strange movement of spiritual energy in his body.

At first I was startled.

Then open your eyes wide.

The spiritual energy in the body gathered like a tide, as if something was brewing.

His cultivation, which had been stagnant at the eighth level, was like being ignited by a fire. The spiritual energy from his limbs surged violently, and the seventh level bottleneck in front of him, which was originally as high as a mountain, was about to collapse...

This is... a sword technique.

An unknown sword technique!

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized, and immediately turned his head and looked towards the old musician's carriage.

"Mr. Yu, you also... hold a sword?" His eyes gradually focused.

On the other side, Rong Zhen was still puzzled and was frantically trying to memorize the piano music.

It’s a pity that the old musician played too fast.

As his last note fell.

Rong Zhen leaned back in the chair somewhat disappointedly, with a red flush still on her face and a look of loss.

In the next carriage, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes.

Breakthrough to the eighth level and advance to the seventh level!
The blue spiritual energy in the body seemed to be dyed red by blood and turned into red spiritual energy.

The sword technique and breakthrough came too suddenly.

Ouyang Rong was unable to recover for a moment. He frowned and looked inward, falling into a mysterious state.

In the other carriage, the old musician stopped playing and began to speak slowly:
"The distant bridge is shallow and the lotus boat is floating, the Taiyan rock cannot block the stream and pine trees. The pear pavilion stands in the distance on the green mountain, and the sound is still floating in the empty valley.

"I recently visited Mount Kuanglu and came up with a seven-character poem.

"I have composed seven songs in the order of the poem, Rong girl, you should have heard them last time."

Rong Zhen reacted: "I... I forgot most of them. Wait, seven songs? Aren't there only six?"

"Oh, I counted wrong, it's seven, because there's still one song I haven't thought of, one less 'Lotus Boat'... But it's okay, six is ​​enough for you, you just need that quota, what's the difference between six or seven, everything you want is in these six, some things are not meant to be, why force it."

After saying this, the old musician sighed and closed his eyes.

Rong Zhen hesitated to speak, lowered her head and looked at the notebook. She had only written down half of it and it was too late. Beads of sweat still hung on her forehead.

It would be nice if Ouyang Lianghan was here.

The girl in palace dress suddenly thought of it.

In the next carriage, Ouyang Rong lowered his head and stared at his palm.

With his talent for music theory, he could generally remember a piece after listening to it twice. Back then in Mount Kuanglu, he had studied it carefully, so this was his first time, and just now was his second time, so he actually reacted faster than Rong Zhen, and connected the six pieces of music in his mind at once.

Feeling the surging seventh-grade spiritual energy in the body.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

Although he was obviously surprised, he still frowned.

This is not a complete sword technique!

There's still something missing, something missing...what is missing?

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