Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 95 Prince Wei

High and low.

For the sound of the rhythm, Tang Hui still prefers rock music and pop music from his previous life. As for folk music and light music, Tang Hui also listens occasionally, but relatively speaking, he listens to less.

But for the sound of the piano, Tang Hui's physical body, Song Zhiming, had a special hobby in addition to meditating before he ascended through the catastrophe, and that was chopping the piano.

When Song Zhiming was young, he cut open countless famous guqins, and found that the bellies of these large and small grooves are not as smooth as a mirror as written in the piano score, but are "staggered and rough", resembling leek leaves.

Tang Hui, who has memories of more than 1000 years before Song Zhiming crossed the catastrophe and ascended, naturally would not be ignorant of the piano,

Tang Hui listened to Qiangwei's piano sound gradually becoming more and more complicated. Her lack of fingering skills was a secondary reason, and the new piano was a trick. Since it was impossible to go to the peak of the mountain to obtain good materials, it used old fir beams as the body of the piano. This is the helpless move of many poor luthiers.

For a luthier, a good piano is the most important thing to play the sound of nature.

Many novices and even veterans who have been immersed in piano skills all their lives have never realized that the belly of the piano may not necessarily be neat and smooth.

With Ye Shaoqing outside the house, he didn't worry that there was movement in Taohualou and he didn't know about it. Since Mudan hadn't invited Mr. Wei, Tang Hui went to Qiangwei when he had nothing to do, and asked her to get up.

Under the unimaginable stare of this Qing Guaner, he cut open the qin to see the abdomen, and quietly pulled out a flying sword, which is the pocket version of the Houtian Lingbao Longquan Sword. Help her cut the qin once or twice, and said with a smile: "I broke the piano, I'll buy you a new one later, the money is still there."

"In fact, a good piano lies in the fact that the sound is about to come out but can't be heard. To put it a bit vulgarly, it is like a woman who is seductive when she is undressing. Let’s not talk about this metaphor, it’s a spoiler, what I can do right now is very limited, but there are some truths, when you find someone to help you chop the piano in the future, you can tell him..."

Qiangwei listened to the white-haired young man's endless gentle chanting, at first she was able to memorize word by word, but then she couldn't help but let go of her courage and smiled and asked: "Mr. Tang, you really came to Taohualou to get drunk. Is it?"

Tang Hui didn't raise his head, and teased, "You didn't pass me wine from the beginning to the end. There is tea, even if you pour a whole teapot into your stomach, it won't make you drunk."

Qiangwei was going to get the wine, Tang Hui shook his head and said, "No need."

Then Qiangwei was dazed in a daze when she saw this white-headed young man who was carefully chopping the piano.

I don't know why, at this moment, Qiangwei suddenly felt that the ordinary appearance of this white-haired young man was much more "handsome" than the handsome attendant outside the door, was it because he was easy-going and easy to talk to?

Of course not, but the focus and seriousness on the qin.

Tang Hui stood up abruptly, then sat down again, staring at the broken piano that he had smashed with his own hands, looked away, closed his eyes, tapped his eyebrows, his heart, and the sea of ​​consciousness softly, and murmured softly. Keep repeating a sentence: "If things are uneven, there will be noise."

Qiangwei just thought that the white-headed young man was in a state of madness, and got up quietly.

The white-headed man was still talking to himself, but it was fragmentary, and she was also frightened, so it was a bit inaccurate.

"A monk at the peak of Jindan once said that there is a mystery between heaven and earth..."

"I also wandered around the world in a trance..."

Tang Hui reached out and tried to grab something.

Then it turned into two hands and ten fingers volleying vertically and horizontally in the air, messy and chaotic, with Dao rhyme flowing.

Could it be that this bastard is about to realize the rhythm again?The first time I became enlightened was because of a pipa played by a woman in white clothes, white boots, white socks and white hair, but now it is a qin.

Qiangwei moved further away from him, fearing that this madman-looking white-haired young man would accidentally hurt her.

Outside the house, Ye Shaoqing suddenly opened his eyes wide, with ecstasy on his face. As a cultivator, he could feel an inexplicable aura brewing, and he sighed sincerely: "Master is worthy of being a master, even whoring prostitutes can understand the Tao! Really! Holy crap!"

As for the farther side, Mudan almost felt that she was risking her life to knock on Wei Yang's door. The laughter inside was very melodious. The direct disciple of the master in the big gang looked at her, the little leader, with eyes that had nothing to do with seriousness.

Sure enough, the door didn't open, only Wei Yang swearing and swearing, threatening to spoil the elegance of Mr. Wei, the man broke his legs and dragged him out to feed the dog, and the woman rewarded him with more than a dozen votes. So far, the voice of a young but very old woman like Mudan trembled in fright.

Mudan didn't dare to push the door open, and said tremblingly at the door: "Mr. Wei, I'm Mudan. I have something to report. A young man with a white head just came to our Taohualou. After drinking some wine, he claimed to be Mr. Wei." I don't know if it's true or not, so Mudan dared to come to inform Mr. Wei, just in case he is really Mr. Wei's friend..."

Said it was drinking, she lamented in her heart.

That white-headed young man, Mudan is as benevolent as possible, and he can only help you smooth things over so far.

There was a unique crisp sound of fat trembling somewhere in the room, while panting, Mr. Wei scolded angrily: "Let that guy get out early, and if you bother me again, I will let you go with him to the street outside Taohualou to have a good time!" !"

Mudan didn't have any luck anymore, she cursed herself for being obsessed with ghosts, wishing Wei Yang would not go to Qiangwei's room to do evil, she immediately apologized and was about to leave.

The unbearable noise in the room suddenly stopped, "Wait a minute, which direction did that person come from Jingzhou?"

Mudan quietly had a bitter face, wishing to slap herself, even though Wei Yang couldn't see her in the room, she still smiled obediently and said, "It seems to be in the direction of the south gate."

"How does it look?"

"generally."

"Get out of your mother, and play sloppy with me again, believe it or not, let you get out and squat by the toilet all night?"

"He's really an ordinary-looking white-headed young man, surnamed Tang."

"Did you bring a large group of followers?"

"No, I only brought one, but that entourage is very handsome and extraordinary, but he is willing to be an entourage."

"One? Yes, one is right. You know nothing, you long-haired but short-sighted bitch. Wait, I'll take a look with you."

The sparse sound of dressing in the house made Mudan almost despair.

The Peach Blossom Building imitates the houses in the southeast, and also imitates the Tongzi Building in Miaojiang. There is a patio in the middle without any cover.

However, the rooms in the building are opposite to each other, and are generally divided into two rooms inside and outside.Qiangwei’s room is facing the market, like Wei Yang’s, they are combined into one, it’s relatively spacious, there is no distinction between inside and outside, and the interior decoration is extremely luxurious, all the big and small objects are expensive, far from Qingguaner Qiangwei’s. comparable.

The reason why Wei Yang often comes to Peach Blossom House to have fun is that he has a deformity habit, having sex with oirans, and likes dragging them to the window railings to walk in the rain on Wushan Mountain, which can feast the eyes of many guests on the same floor. The euphemistic name is: "It is better to be happy alone than to be happy together."

So whenever Mr. Wei came to Taohualou to name the oiran to pick up the guests, there would always be many men rushing over after hearing the news.

Apparently, the guys on the opposite floor on the same floor couldn't feast their eyes today. The door opened, and an oiran who had a bad relationship with the head in the building was full of spring, and glanced at Peony lightly. Knowingly cold, gloating.

Mudan walked with Mr. Wei, who was dressed in fox fur indiscriminately, walking with difficulty.

Wei Yang kicked Mudan's calf and said cursingly, "Are you lame? Or are you making your legs weak? Hurry up, I'm delaying my important business, you just wait for death, I don't care if you are a Taohualou or not. my little classmate."

"Hey, if you lie about the military situation, let alone, it is a decisive decision in the army. Anyway, you girls who are not clean at all, should have been thrown into the river and soaked in pig cages. I will take pity on you fart!"

Peony bit her lip, then she just smiled, not knowing who to show her smile to.

Wei Yang led the gang of evil servants to the old friend in Jingzhou that Mudan said. In Jingzhou City, Wei Yang was the king of heaven, and there was an imperceptible haze between his brows.

That guy must not have half a copper coin relationship with the Ye family at the South Gate.

If he was really killed by his relatives, even if he was a young man, Wei Yang would never dare to beat him up, maybe he could just obediently treat him as a guest of honor.

Now there are more than 300 cultivators in the Nanmen Ye family, even his father, who is the lord of Jingzhou City, is not the same obediently, and takes the initiative to come to the door to show his favor. , it is estimated that Jingzhou City will have to change the city owner tomorrow.

It's not that Wei Yang is easy to talk about, it's okay, in the affluent Jingzhou, Wei Yang is not afraid of almost all the officials' children and grandchildren of the generals, but he is afraid of the Nanmen Ye family, which is now as brilliant as heaven.

Comparing the family background, he is a martial arts family and a business family, and now he is still a fucking cultivation family!In terms of skill, a hundred Wei Yang can't beat a random practitioner!Even if you pull the tiger's skin to make a big banner and move the city guards, in front of hundreds of other practitioners, you will be nothing but scum.

As soon as Wei Yang thought of the guy named Ye, his mood became darker.

The last time Wutong Garden was wrong, his father gave him a hard meal and told him not to provoke the Ye family in the south gate. This is different from the past, otherwise he would die without knowing how, and the entire city lord's mansion would be affected.

When he saw the handsome young man with his eyes closed outside the house, Wei Yang subconsciously stopped, not daring to move forward.

Because he felt a more terrifying breath than when his father occasionally made a real fire.

It was a strong sense of crisis like a cat meeting a tiger, and the guy at the door was a cultivator.

It is true that Wei Yang is domineering and arrogant, but it is not that he is hopelessly stupid.

Wei Yang can't see that others are living better than himself, but he still knows how to admit defeat to some guys who can't be provoked.

Because the guy standing at the door was Ye Shaoqing whom Wei Yang's father had reminded him emphatically. He belonged to the top three cultivators of the Ye family in Nanmen, and he also had the blue-robed old butler who was the tenth in the world's martial arts list as his servant.

Even this one, he, Wei Yang, couldn't afford to provoke him.

Mudan didn't think there was anything surprising about the servant who didn't open his eyes at the door, but he was handsomer and taciturn. The action of pushing the door was also a little lighter.

But no matter how Peony pushed the door, she couldn't push it open, thinking that the door had been bolted for the bed, and she was about to speak to remind the white-headed young man and Qiangwei inside.

The handsome servant said slowly, "Wait."

Mudan herself didn't mind that matter, she didn't even mind having her share, but she was afraid that Mr. Wei behind him would be furious, let alone her little boss, even the whole Taohualou would be affected by Chi Yu.

Young Master Wei behind Mudan smiled lightly and said, "Just wait a little longer."

The peony is really like being roasted on the fire, and the days are like years.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Yang's face behind her was so gloomy that water dripped out. Even Ye Shaoqing, the top three member of the Ye family in the South Gate, had to obediently wait at the door, and the identity of the person in the room was naturally ready to be revealed.

"Come in."

Fortunately, after half a sound, the words neither light nor heavy finally came from inside the room. In Mudan's ears, there was no more natural voice in this life.

The door of the house was slowly opened by Peony, and Wei Yang, who was exhausted of patience, stepped over the threshold and saw a figure he had never dreamed of sitting behind a broken piano.

Turned into ashes, he also recognized Wei Yang!

Half a year ago, there was a battle at the ten-mile Changting Pavilion outside Jingzhou City. Others may not know about the earth-shattering battle, but how could Jingzhou City's City Lord's Mansion, which recruits talents, hide dragons and crouching tigers, not know about it?

Then, this rich Jingzhou city dandy made a decisive decision that he admired afterwards, knelt heavily on the ground with lightning speed, clapped his hands on the ground, and hit his head firmly on the ground with a bang.

Wei Yang didn't dare to let go of a fart, just knelt down like that, except for his white hair, everything else was exactly the same as the portrait hanging on the city lord's mansion.

The reason why the Nanmen Ye family became a cultivating family was all facilitated by this person.

The corners of Peony's mouth twitched outside, and Qiangwei inside was even worse. She was so frightened that she hurriedly stood against the wall, covered her heart, and didn't dare to take another look.

What made Mudan even more unacceptable was that the white-headed young man she mistook for an ordinary nobleman, the guy who had received the respect of Mr. Wei grandly, looked over with one hand on his cheek, smiling but not smiling.