Legend of the Knight

Chapter 127 Magical Nature

Hangzhou, in the secret room of Prince Cheng's Mansion.

"Pan Ran." King Cheng said with sadness on his brows, but comforted others: "There is a way to do everything you can to ensure the destiny of heaven. You should pay attention to your body."

On the other side, Bai Jiuchi Hong stared at the papers all over the wall.He has been up for three days and three nights, and now Bai Jiuchi is trying his best to squeeze out the last bit of strength from his body.

"Hehehe, hahaha." Bai Jiuchi suddenly laughed.

"Panran, what are you?" Cheng Wang was really worried about Bai Jiuchi.If the most powerful strategist under him suddenly went crazy or was exhausted, where would he find a second one?

After a burst of laughter, Bai Jiuchi rushed to the huge map wall like a madman. He squinted his eyes and propped himself up to examine the map carefully.

"Haha, haha, the road to the Central Plains is not the only one." Bai Jiuchi finally found a glimmer of opportunity from the defeat.

"No, I have to sleep for a while." After finishing speaking, Bai Jiuchi ignored King Cheng. He mumbled to the big chair dedicated to King Cheng in the secret room. leaned back on the chair.

"Why do people need to sleep? It would be great if they could sleep like a fairy." Bai Jiuchi felt more and more that his body had become a burden. He didn't lose in his brain, but in his body.

……

The capital, the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace.

"Hee hee hee. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" The emperor laughed wildly and danced his hands and said, "Smelly monk, your method is really wonderful. Reward, I will reward you a lot. From today on, you are my country teacher.

Hee hee hee, ah ha ha ha. "

This is the emperor Huang Xiaoshi is most familiar with.His eyes were open angrily, the corners of his mouth were drooling, and his face was full of out-of-control expressions. No matter how you looked at it, he looked like, no, he was just a psychopath.

"Your Majesty is wise." Venerable Yang Di said after making a Buddhist salute to the Emperor, "My admiration for you is like a torrent of river water, endless. Amitabha."

"The Koryo people have meritorious service in presenting treasures, let them come in." The emperor laughed maniacally and said, "Oh, monk, let me ask you, I am going to kill tens of thousands of people, what do you think?"

When Venerable Yangdi heard this, he held his head high and straightened his chest, stepped forward and said, "Amitabha. The Buddha said: You can become a Buddha if you are free from life and death. Your Majesty is helping others to become a Buddha, which is a great kindness."

"Ahahaha! It's better that you speak well." The emperor looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty is wise."

"Nonsense, I still need you to talk. I am naturally the most wise. Ahahaha!"

……

Valley of Forgetfulness.

Weiming finally hunted down a stag with beautiful antlers, and then carried the [-]-jin thing to Wangyou Valley.

Miracle doctor Xue is now researching the medicinal properties of various medicines every day. Up to now, although he has summed up some rules, such a huge workload is probably the Yusheng series.

It's a pity that Huang Xiaoshi doesn't understand "Compendium of Materia Medica", otherwise he would be able to become a saint just by relying on this book.

Doctor Xue needs a lot of various medicinal materials, and he couldn't bear to look for Shennong Baicaomen, so he had to rely on himself and Xiangyun to collect medicinal materials, and mobilized the people around him to help him find various medicinal materials.

After handing over the vital organs of the deer, including the velvet antlers, to Dr. Xue, Weiming gave the stag with only clean meat to Jiuxian for cooking. After finishing all the work, Weiming came to Xianyin's residence.

"Hey, why does this qin music mean parting?" Weiming heard Xianyin playing a piece.

Afterwards, Weiming saw a man with white hair beside Xianyin who was out of his mind.

This, this is.

By the way, that guy with a very powerful sword.Sword, sword, sword, Ren Jiannan.

Wei Ming immediately remembered that this is the young master of Jianjian Villa who cut the thorny sword into gaps.

But, how did he get here.

"This song is for you." After Xianyin finished playing, she said to Ren Jiannan.

After listening to Xianyin's words, Ren Jiannan covered his heart with his hands as if he had been stabbed in the chest, and walked towards the outside of Wangyou Valley with a look of hopelessness on his face.

Seeing his wobbly figure, Weiming was really worried that he would stagger halfway and fall to the cliff.

"Miss Xianyin." After Weiming walked over, he bowed to Xianyin.

"Weiming, you're here." After Xianyin stood up, she said to Weiming, "Come on, play a piece first, and let me hear if your piano skills have improved."

Weiming didn't give way even once he heard it, and here in Wangyou Valley, he felt as if he had come home.

Professor Xianyin doesn't know how to play the piano, and he pays more attention to expressing feelings, not needing to memorize scores.

Weiming thought about it for a while, and after stroking the piano, he played "Huanxisha", which impressed him the most recently.

At the end of the song, Xianyin frowned.

Xianyin asked Weiming, "Where did you learn this song?"

Weiming replied truthfully to Xianyin: "It was a girl named Xiang'er who played it for me when I went to Hangzhou with Scholar and Mr. Danqing last year."

Weiming was too busy and dizzy. After returning from Hangzhou last year, he didn't have time to ask Xianyin to teach him how to play the piano.

Or as Weiming himself said, although he likes Qin, his ambition is not here.

"Xiang'er?" Xianyin asked Weiming, "Is she beautiful?"

I don't know why Xianyin asked such a question, Weiming said a little embarrassedly: "Beautiful..."

"Does she sing well?" Xianyin asked Weiming.

"It sounds good."

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be her." After Xianyin sighed for a while, she said to Weiming: "Xiang'er is a master at both piano and singing, it's a great chance for you to hear one of her songs."

"Miss Xianyin knows Xiang'er?" Weiming asked Xianyin.

"You don't need to mention this matter." Xianyin said to Weiming: "I listened to you playing, and your piano skills have already entered the room, but because of your natural nature, the voice of a woman is not suitable for you."

"Oh." Weiming originally wanted to tell Xianyin that Xiang'er still wanted to take him as an apprentice, but he didn't say it after hearing this.

"Miss Xianyin. I came here today to ask you something." Weiming never forgot the important matter of his coming here today. He asked Xianyin, "Do you know [Baihualou]?"

"[Baihualou]? [Baihualou] is gone, why are you mentioning it." Xianyin felt very strange about the unknown question.

Then, Weiming recounted his experience by the lake that day.

When Weiming heard that Nalan Luer blew the bamboo flute, he felt dizzy and drowsy, and even fell asleep, his temper has always been very flat, even the fairy voice with little emotional fluctuation, his face rarely showed a dignified expression .

Xianyin walked to the piano and sat down. After adjusting her breath, she plucked the strings.

This is a new song, Weiming has never heard Xianyin play it before, but for some reason, it sounds familiar.

Listen, listen, Wei Mingjue's mind began to feel a little confused.

Just as Weiming yawned, trying to suppress his drowsiness, suddenly a sharp overtone sounded, waking Weiming awake.

After Xianyin stopped playing, she said to Weiming: "The song you listened to by the lake, but this one?"

After thinking about it for a while, Weiming said to Xianyin: "The tune is a little different, but the meaning is the same. I don't know why, but I feel sleepy after listening to it."

After a long sigh, Xianyin said to Weiming: "Forget it, since you have studied under me, know [Baihualou], and heard [Wangyou Song], I will tell you all about it.

What I played just now was the [Song of Wangyou] from [Magic Sound]. People who listen to this song will forget some recent memories.

[Magic Sound] is the unique skill of [Baihualou]. The person who plays the bamboo flute for you is also a disciple of [Baihualou].

You are also predestined with [Baihualou], the direct disciple of [Baihualou], you have known three, no, four. "

Weiming also listened to it, and was also curious. He asked Xianyin: "Miss Xianyin, after listening to [Wangyou Song], can it really make people forget their memories?"

"Of course. Chess old man often accidentally read [Linglong Chess Record], he couldn't solve it when he saw that his mind was going crazy, and then came to beg me to play the piano to make him forget about the chess record. There were eight times before and after. "Xianyin said to Weiming.

"Ah?" Weiming turned pale with shock when he heard that.

All eight times.

A piece of cloth will be washed and torn after repeated washing, how is Qishou's brain okay?

"Don't worry. The person who played the [Song of Wangyou] for you is not trying to harm you, but to protect you. After all, [Baihualou] is a top secret in martial arts, the less you know, the better." Xianyin said to Weiming Said.

"Then, what exactly is [Baihualou]?" Weiming asked Xianyin.

Xianyin said with a little nostalgia and sigh: "[Baihualou] is actually a singer."

"Ah, what?" Weiming lost his comprehension for a moment.

Can a singer be the top secret of martial arts?
Miss Xianyin, have you also learned the scholar's set of "don't tell all the truth and don't tell all the lies"?
"[Baihualou] is a place to train artists for the court, and it is not in the Jianghu. It's just because [Baihualou] can [Magic Sound], so it is peeped by all kinds of people in the Jianghu." Xianyin said to Weiming : "20 years ago, [Baihualou] broke up because the three most important disciples of the landlord were abducted by a man named Li Cangtian.

The landlord failed to hand over a complete team of art masters to the court on time, so he lost the title and treatment enshrined by the court, and died in depression a few years later.

After the landlord died, there would naturally be no more [Baihualou]. "

"Li Cangtian? This name is so familiar." Weiming said while touching his chin with a little stubble.

"Li Cangtian is the Heavenly King of the Tianlong Sect, and the three Baihualou disciples all went to the Tianlong Sect." Xian'er said to Weiming.

"Ah?" Weiming was surprised several times today.

"Forget it." Xianyin said to Weiming, "Since I have told you so much, and I see that your talent for music and etiquette is far superior to yours, your master. I will pass on [Magic Sound] to you. "

"Wow, really?" Weiming's eyes sparkled, he didn't expect to learn a super-sounding martial art today.

After stroking the strings, Xianyin said to Professor Weiming: "[Magic Sound] Although it is described as a 'magic', it is actually used for a very legitimate purpose, which is to let the listener feel the emotions of the performer.

[Song of Wangyou] is just one of them. People's joys and sorrows, emotions and desires can all be expressed with [Magic Sound].

Everyone's state of mind is different, and the suitable [Magic Sound] is also different.

Let me play a [Song of Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon], so you can feel it. "

After Xianyin finished speaking, she started playing again.

A sense of sadness followed the sound of the piano, which made Weiming burst into tears involuntarily.

At the end of the song, Weiming stopped crying immediately.

"How do you feel?" Xianyin looked at Weiming, and found that although there were still tears on his face, he was no longer sad.

You must know that ordinary people would be heartbroken when they listen to such a song, and they cannot be relieved if they don't cry for a few hours.

Sure enough, it is not known whether the unknown child Le Li's talent is too strong, or his inner strength is too deep, or both, Xianyin found that the unknown child has a very strong resistance to [Magic Sound].

What a pity, if 【Baihualou】doesn't leave.Lord, I feel so sorry for you.

……

Xianyin asked Weiming how he felt after listening to "Feng Hua Xue Yue Song".

Weiming recollected it, he felt this kind of sadness of spring flowers and autumn moon, although it is said that sadness is sadness, but he felt that this kind of sadness did not match his own perception.

Simply put, the petty bourgeoisie's red wine paired with movies is still too far away from the working people's spring.

"Come, hold out your hand to me, and I will teach you the internal strength used to cast [Magic Sound]." Xianyin said to Weiming.

Upon hearing this, Weiming stretched out his hand to Xianyin.

Xianyin pressed the Damai acupoint on Weiming's wrist, and then a wave of internal force passed into his body.

Xianyin used her internal force to draw a circle of internal force pathways in Weiming's body, and said to him, "This is the [Worry-Forgetting Method]. It has no other use, but it is most suitable for clearing the mind and clearing the emotions, and it is helpful for practitioners to play."

After Xianyin rotated her internal force for a dozen times, Weiming had already mastered it.

"Come on, let's try a piece." Xianyin moved away from the piano seat to Weiming.

After Weiming sat down, he concentrated his mind and gathered his energy to start the [Forgetting Worry Method].After a while, Weiming felt that his six senses were clear, which was an unprecedented feeling.

After Weiming brewed for a while, he played the [Song of Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon] played by Xianyin just now.

At the end of the song, Weiming almost cried himself. He looked up and found Xianyin's expressionless face.

"Miss Xianyin, how is my performance?" Weiming asked guiltily.

"Oh." After Xianyin sighed, she said to Weiming: "Don't play [Magic Voice] in the future."

what?
Unknown instantly petrified.

……

When we were in Luoyang, everyone felt that it would be good to get on the road.

Unexpectedly, it got worse after going on the road.Except for the refugees, they were the refugees. The caravan seemed to be walking in quicksand, and would be swallowed up by the refugees as soon as they stopped.

Fortunately, the small red flag flying at the head of the caravan saved more than [-]% of the troubles for the caravan, and [-]% of the interrogation.

The imperial court has begun to send Anmin officials to organize the return of refugees. It is only March (lunar calendar), and spring has just begun in the Northland.At this time, if you start farming immediately, you can still harvest for one season.

Although the best sowing period is missed, the yield may not be very high, but it is still a little bit better than another year of no harvest.

However, the imperial court's persuasion created a stronger wave of refugees: the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, who had little mobility, were forcefully persuaded to return by the Anmin officials, and all the strong refugees abandoned their wives and children. escaped.

After fleeing in groups, these strong refugees became an even more unstable factor.

Regarding this, Huang Xiaoshi was also extremely speechless. He could only tell everyone to be more careful and vigilant. Everyone prepared their knives and showed them all.

With the addition of a knife handle, Xiaoqi's strength persuaded many thoughtful people away.

However, human beings will always think of a way.

The caravan was only a hundred miles away from Chang'an City. The scouts in front came back and reported urgently that someone was blocking the way.

When Huang Xiaoshi heard this, he followed the spies on horseback and saw that there was indeed a group of people blocking the narrow road.

There are mountains on the left side of this road, and water on the right side. Only a few feet in the middle can be passed. Now a group of people stand motionless in the middle of the road.

I saw this group of twenty or so people, all of them were dressed in rags, looked hungry, expressionless, and all of them were old men and women.

Huang Xiaoshi understood immediately.

"Have you shouted?" Huang Xiaoshi asked Tan Ma.

"I've shouted several times, but they don't move." Tan Ma replied.

Hey, let me play this set for my grandfather.

Huang Xiaoshi didn't say any more, he just rode on the horse with Tan Ma, staring at the group of people.

After a while, the caravan came slowly, and the first team was less than one mile away.Because the caravan is too large, it will take a long time to stop or restart, so once the caravan is moving, it cannot stop.

After Huang Xiaoshi sneered, he made a move and called all the riders who were opening the way in front of the caravan. These were the people he was waiting for.

"Come on, call me again, tell them to get out of the way." Huang Xiaoshi said to the spies beside him.

Of course, Huang Xiaoshi can also say this, but it's too out of style for him to do so.

The spy shouted several times at the top of his voice, but the group of people still didn't move.

"Come with me, step on it!" Huang Xiaoshi waved his hand, and he rushed out first.

Afterwards, dozens of horses followed behind Huang Xiaoshi, and the horse troop slammed into the crowd with intensive hooves.

Ji Wushuang was stunned. She saw that Huang Xiaoshi led the horse team and knocked the crowd down, and she stepped over. After rushing for a certain distance, she turned back and stepped back and forth twice.

"Quickly clear the ground and shovel more soil, the caravan will come soon." Huang Xiaoshi ordered his men nonchalantly, his mount was already fully red.

(End of this chapter)