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Chapter 255 The piano boy and the master

Unlike Shen Lang, a famous hero of his generation, although Gong Ziyu has a great reputation, very few people in the world have seen his true face.

This is a very strange thing. The more famous a person is, the fewer people can see him.

But when it comes to Gong Ziyu, this incident seems extremely normal.

Because he is Gong Ziyu.

As a big figure who now controls the entire martial arts world, his whereabouts have always been a mystery.

Even if Murong Fu took action and spent half a month, he could only find some faint traces.

And these traces may also be traps.

But now, even if it is a trap, Murong Fu has to go.

Because he is Murong Fu.

Murong Fu looked at the old man in front of him and suddenly said: "Do you know who I am?"

Upon hearing this, the visitor opened the door and stepped slowly into the garden.

The visitor asked: "So you are Zhongli, the Saint of Qin?"

In the small garden, there are sparse flowers and trees, and there are three or five monasteries. A gray-haired old man in civilian clothes is already bowing to welcome the guests.

As for why Murong Fu was so sure of his identity, it naturally came from the piano in his hand.

When the visitor saw this, he just gently cupped his hands and said, "Sorry for bothering you!"

The visitor stopped and listened quietly, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was thinking of someone.

And the ethereal sound of the piano suddenly came from the small garden inside the bamboo fence.

In the milky white morning mist, a figure came from afar and suddenly stopped beside the bamboo fence and flower tree.

It was as if the sound of the piano had led him into another world, where there were no knives and no hostility, and there was harmony, just like a peach blossom garden in the world.

He is Murong Fu.

The old man just smiled, touched the strings of the piano, and made a sound, the ethereal sound of the piano seemed to occupy Murong Fu's heart again.

The visitor said "Yes."

Why stop here?

But the man in white in front of him was an exception.

The old man's pseudonym is Zhongli, but he is actually Yu Qin, the head of the five bodyguards under Gong Ziyu's name.

But now it suddenly appears in the hands of the old man, which is naturally suspicious, but everything will become logical once it encounters Gong Ziyu's name.

The old man said: "Please."

The old man smiled and said, "Your Excellency, you have good eyesight."

It seems that the disputes in the rivers and lakes and the struggles between people have suddenly become very far away.

But what was unexpected was that the old man ignored all this and even said with a smile: "It's easy to get distinguished guests, but it's hard to find close friends, so you don't need to be polite!"

Whose bamboo fence is this?

Whose home is it?

Who is he?

This piano has a great reputation, but due to the wars in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, it has been lost in the world for many years.

The night was long, terrible.

The people in the garden are very skilled at playing the piano. Just stopping to listen for a moment, a strange feeling seemed to arise in his soul, and then his whole body seemed to be integrated with the sound of the piano.

He also had insight into the old man's origins.

The name of the Jiaowei Qin may seem straightforward, but its origins are extraordinary, as it was created by Cai Yong, a famous figure in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Suddenly I heard a "zheng" sound, and the sound of the piano was cut off, but a voice came from the small garden: "Since you are here, why don't you come in and sit for a while?"

The sound of the piano seems to contain magical power, which can dissipate the fighting spirit in people's hearts and make people put down the sword they are holding tightly.

This ethereal sound of the piano is like the call of a distant relative.

The visitor slowly sat down after hearing this, but his eyes always contained a strange light.

……

The wooden couch was spotless. Master Zhong suddenly took off his shoes, sat cross-legged, and said, "Please sit down."

The old man clearly looks like he is over 70 years old. Anyone who steps into the garden will respectfully salute a senior like him who is a master of piano skills.

This piano sound proves to be extremely noble. Anyone who hears just a hint of it will be immersed in its profound artistic conception...

The quaint-looking instrument seemed to be at least a thousand years old, but the end of the instrument was burnt.

The old man said: "The old man is Zhongli."

Because he promised Qiu Shuiqing.

The visitor rarely looked moved and said, "Could this be the ancient and legendary harp 'Jiaowei' that is the most famous in the world?"

The long night is over.

In the elegant room, there are several high and low ones, with a piano on them.

But Murong Fu's eyes were always clear and clear. There was a smile on his lips, and he seemed to be deeply involved in it, but the sound of the piano seemed not to affect him at all.

Seeing that Murong Fu was not affected at all, the old man's hand playing the piano suddenly relaxed.

However, at this moment, a "clang" sound suddenly came from the distance, as if it was also the sound of a piano.

The old man's hand playing the piano suddenly shook, and with a "grid" sound, all five strings were broken.

Because the distant piano sound is actually nobler and more ethereal than the old man's piano sound...

Suddenly, there was deathly silence in front of him. The old man sat there motionless, looking depressed, as if he had lost something, and he seemed to have suddenly aged ten years.

Murong Fu smiled.

He was waiting for the old man's next move.

There were five guards under Gong Ziyu. Among them, Gu Qi was forced to cut off his right hand, and although Wu Hua was shocked to death by his own palm in the Tianlong Ancient Temple, it must be said that both of their martial arts had their own uniqueness.

Therefore, Murong Fu naturally had high expectations for Yu Qin, who was ranked first among the five bodyguards.

The old man sat there quietly, as if he had lost all interest in everything in the world.

Until the sound of the piano sounded again in the distance, this elegant and calm old man suddenly jumped up from the couch, wearing only a pair of white socks, and rushed out.

A gust of wind blew from outside the door, and the broken strings on the piano danced in the wind, as if the spirit of the guqin had been resurrected, and wanted to follow him out to see who was playing the piano in the distance?

Murong Fu also followed.

Yu Qin has appeared, which naturally indicates that Gong Ziyu is nearby.

So even if there is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den ahead, he must go.

The string is broken, people grow old, and even the flowers and trees in this small garden seem to become haggard at this moment.

At the end of the long alley is a long street, and at the end of the long street is a market.

Now is the time for the morning market, and the market is full of all kinds of people and full of all kinds of voices."

We are all common people, and our voices are also common. What is Master Zhong looking for here?

A pair of spotless white socks on his feet were covered with dirt, and he stood there blankly looking around, like a housewife who had lost her money bag.

What is he looking for?

The old man's face always had a strange expression. He seemed to be obsessed with it, and he didn't want to stop for a moment, frantically looking for someone in the market.

Murong Fu followed him quietly.

He was waiting for the old man's next move.

Maybe there’s no need to wait anymore.

Because the old man had stopped and stopped next to a shop.

There is a butcher case in the market.

No matter what kind of market there is a meat counter.

Where there is a meat case, there is a butcher.

No matter where the butcher is, he seems a bit pretentious, always feeling that he is more noble than other vendors.

Because he can kill because he is not afraid of bloodshed.

The butcher was cutting meat. There was a very tall chopping board next to the meat table, and a man was leaning under the chopping board.

A lazy person.

He was also wearing white clothes, but this white clothes were covered with mud spots.

The ground was wet and dirty, and many housewives wore spiked shoes to buy groceries, but this man didn't care and just sat lazily on the dirt. There was a piano on his lap.

He seemed to be playing the piano, but the strings did not sound. The old man had walked over and stood in front of him respectfully, bowing to the ground.

This man was looking at his hands without even raising his head.

Master Zhong looked more respectful and actually called himself his disciple: "Disciple Zhongli..."

The man in white said calmly: "You don't need to say anything, I know your origin and why you are here?"

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on the old man's forehead, and he murmured: "When the gentleman plays the strings, it is so wonderful that it is unparalleled in the world. Why don't you play it again?"

The man in white shook his head and said, "Because I'm afraid you'll crash into your Jiaowei Qin."

The old man was silent for a long time, and then he cupped his hands again and said, "I don't dare to ask for Gao's name."

The man in white had a slight smile on his lips, and said calmly: "You don't need to ask for advice, I'm just a piano boy."

Piano boy?

Would a person like this be someone else's piano boy?

Who is worthy of such a piano boy?

Everyone has more questions.

But Murong Fu behind him seemed to have lost interest and suddenly said: "Why don't you take action yet?"

The old man asked doubtfully: "What are you talking about?"

His eyes and tone all showed his doubts, and it was obvious that he did not understand Murong Fu's words.

Murong Fu smiled.

Smiled again.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "You have tried so hard to lead me here, why haven't you taken action yet?"

The man in white smiled and said, "It seems you know who I am and who he is?"

Murong Fu said: "He is Yu Qin, but we still need to find out who you are because you never remember the names of dead people."

When the old man heard this, his expression changed immediately. He rushed over, hugged Murong Fu's figure with all his strength, and said loudly: "You must not hurt him at all. He is an unparalleled national player in the world."

The man in white laughed, and the butcher who was chopping meat suddenly struck Fu Hongxue's head with his knife.

A stall vendor next to the meat case also used a scale to press Murong Fu's three major acupoints: "Qimen", "Jiangtai" and "Xuanyang".

The housewife who was carrying a basket to buy vegetables also covered Murong Fu's head with the basket in her hand.

Behind him, a hawker walked by carrying two cages of chickens on a pole. He took out his pole and swept it across Murong Fu's legs.

Suddenly, there was a flash of sword light and a "click" sound. The pole was broken, the vegetable basket was shattered, a scale was broken into two pieces, and a meat cleaver flew out diagonally, with a bloody knife on the handle. hand.

The chickens and ducks flew out of the cages, and the market was as chaotic as a pot of hot porridge that had just boiled.

The man in white under the chopping board also looked in disbelief and fell into a pool of blood.

"You...you...you, he is an unparalleled national player, how can you attack him?"

Seeing this scene, the old man's body inexplicably surged with incredible power, and he actually dared to stand in front of Murong Fu and accuse him loudly.

"A national player unparalleled in the world?"

"That's not possible, is it?"

When Murong Fu heard this, he stared at the old man in front of him meaningfully.

"What are you talking about?"

The old man's expression still looked extremely confused.

"You are good at acting, but you are a bit negligent..."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Murong Fu said calmly.

After a long time, the old man asked: "What is it?"

Murong Fu said: "Although your face is old, your heartbeat is still steady and strong. If my guess is correct, you must be in your early thirties now!"

He had white hair and his face was covered with traces of pain caused by mental and physical exhaustion. He looked tired and old, even older than when he first met Murong Fu earlier.

This kind of people.

How could he be a man in his early thirties with such an appearance?

But after a moment, the old man suddenly let out a long sigh, looked at Murong Fu with complicated eyes, and then said: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from Mr. Murong."

Next, he answered himself: "I have become famous since I was young, and I am only in my early thirties this year. Just because my hard work has been exhausted, although I have won comfort and honors on that piano that others can't dream of, that piece Qin also sucked all my essence, bones and blood."

Murong Fu understood this truth because there was someone who was like him.

For example, his protagonist Ziyu.

Just because if a person is completely addicted to something, it seems that he has made a deal with the devil.

Just like I will give you everything you want, you must also give me everything you have, including your life and soul.

The old man said: "This was a fair deal. I have nothing to complain about, but now..."

Murong Fu said: "Regret is a human emotion. Since you admit it, you should understand a truth..."

The old man said: "What's the point?"

Murong Fu said: "Don't seek death. Take me to see Gong Ziyu."

The old man suddenly smiled. His smile seemed to be full of helplessness, but there was a hint of impulse in his eyes. He suddenly said: "But I want to try."

"Do you know my name?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Murong Fu said calmly.

"Use his way and give back to him!"

The old man said the name in a sincere tone.

Murong Fu said: "Then you should understand the consequences of taking action."

The old man said: "I understand,"

But with a "zheng" sound, the sound of the piano started again.

The dusk has deepened, and the darkness has swam down like a veil, covering the market.

The sound of his piano is sad and sad, like a white-haired palace lady who has been in chaos for a long time, telling people the misery of life.

Even if there is joy in life, it is just passing smoke. Only sadness is eternal.

A person's life is so short, no matter who is bound to die in the end.

Why do people live?

Why struggle?

Why suffer?

Why don’t we understand that only death is eternal rest?

Murong Fu suddenly understood why he was so old and why he could be regarded as the head of the five bodyguards under Gongzi Yu. The sound of his piano indeed contained magical power.

Faintly even infecting people's emotions, inducing him to walk towards death step by step.

His hands seemed to have been given power by the God of Death, and he was gently plucking the strings, advising people to give up everything and rest eternally in the dream of death.

Sometimes you really don’t have to do it yourself to kill people.

Such as now.

But Murong Fu is Murong Fu.

He just sighed softly and said: "Life is so beautiful, why are you all bent on seeking death?"

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed his hand from the air, and the piano on the man in white's lap flew into his hand.

Seeing this scene, a strange light shone in the old man's eyes. He heard Murong Fu's name, and became more aware of his method of "returning evil in return."

Now that I see him sucking the piano by air, I know that he will be a formidable enemy that my son will never encounter in his life.

With such attainments in internal strength, even if the five brothers have been traveling around the world for many years, they have never seen such a magical scene.

Moreover, he is holding a piano in his hand. Could it be that he wants to use the sound of the piano to compete with himself?

Murong Fu just plucked the strings with his right hand a few times. When the sound of the piano was heard, the old man's face changed slightly because he noticed that the blood and energy in his body had begun to stir.

Then the sound of the piano suddenly rang loudly. The old man's face turned pale as soon as the piano sounded, but the sound of the piano sounded five times in a row. The old man's body became stiff, his face had already turned pale, and there was a faint trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that the sound of Murong Fu's piano can also resonate with the inner energy, and it is even more clever than his method, because as soon as the sound of his piano sounds, it arouses the inner energy of the old man.

It seemed like it was just a flick of the piano, six sounds in a row, but it was no less than a master with advanced cultivation, hitting the old man six times in a row.

"My seven-stringed invisible sword was learned from an opponent. It has been slightly modified by his hands. I wonder what it feels like?"

Looking at the pale old man, Murong Fu's tone remained calm.

"What a seven-stringed invisible sword, what a good way to retaliate against others!"

When the old man heard this, his eyes dimmed, but his tone became high-spirited.

But the next moment, his hand on the piano suddenly loosened, and he suddenly lowered his head. Soon, red blood stains fell on the Jiaowei Qin.

But if someone is around, you can even see that the old man still had an inexplicable smile on his face before he died.

(End of this chapter)