Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 338 Where to find a close friend at the end of the world

The lights on the Moon Lake were as bright as day, and Mr. Sanzhu was chattering in the middle of the lake, criticizing the bad behavior of the reckless men of Dongzhou.

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

"Chiji..."

Xie Qiutao had a mysterious expression on her face. While watching the play, she secretly glanced at Zuo Lingquan's wrist.

Zuo Lingquan frowned secretly. The opponent was an old man who was about to fall down at the slightest wind. He was not worthy of letting him draw his sword. If he beat him with fists and kicks, he would lose his grace in front of many fairies. While he was thinking about it, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Brat."

The voice was fierce and charming, as if it was whispered close to the ear.

? ?

Zuo Lingquan didn't notice anything strange in advance, and was startled. He quickly turned around to check - Jingxun and Qiutao were looking at the lake, several steps away from him, and Tuanzi didn't seem to be able to speak human words.

The voice sounds like Senior Peach Blossom...

Zuo Lingquan looked around.

"Don't look, I'm in Yuyaozhou, and I left a ray of spirit on the colorful rope."

"Um?"

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

"Sister Yingying, what are you..."

"Call me senior! As an elder, this deity sees that you are in trouble, and I will help you once. You relax, don't resist, and let this deity come in."

Help me once?

Come in?

Zuo Lingquan was baffled, although he didn't understand, out of trust in Lord Peach Blossom, he followed the instructions and relaxed his body and mind:

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

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

Zuo Lingquan was full of doubts, and wanted to ask if the beautiful butt female cultivator he saw that day was Lord Peach Blossom, when he felt a little strangeness on his wrist.

There was a surge of soft breath, squeezing into his body, rushing from the meridians to all parts of the body, and then... there was no more.

?

Zuo Lingquan lowered his head to look at his body, and then looked inwardly at the meridians of the air points. He didn't feel anything wrong, and asked in his heart:

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Lord Peach Blossom did not respond.

The annoyed Jingxun next to him noticed Zuo Lingquan's strangeness, and turned to ask:

"Xiao Zuo, what's wrong with you?"

"I...hiss-"

As soon as Zuo Lingquan opened his mouth, he found himself standing up uncontrollably, rushed out of the stone pavilion with a big stride, stomped on the ground with both feet, and flew into the air.

Bang——

Zuo Lingquan's body was sentient, but he wanted to move, but was restrained by a soft force. Before he could figure out what was going on, he had already flown into the air.

"Hoo--"

There were exclamations.

You can have a panoramic view of the islands, pavilions, cruise ships below, and tens of thousands of monks looking up.

In full view of the public, Zuo Lingquan could not panic. He suppressed his emotions with a tyrannical mind, acted coldly, and watched helplessly as he landed on the platform in the center of Moon Lake.

bang——

The landing was too loud, and water splashed around the platform.

Mr. Sanzhu was so startled that he took a few steps back hastily.

The monks from the three surrounding islands all looked at him; several immortal masters in the main hall of Yuefu also locked their auras on him, obviously fearing that he would draw his sword and chop Mr. Sanzhu in anger.

"..."

Zuo Lingquan had just paid attention to Lord Peach Blossom, but he didn't even hear what Mr. Sanzhu said at the end. With everyone watching, he could only assume the posture of a swordsman, stand with his hands behind his hands and look at Mr. Sanzhu, and said anxiously:

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

A response echoed in his heart: "Calm down the whole audience. You are my junior, so don't disgrace Dongzhou's people."

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

"Hey~ Just show off your popularity and adapt to circumstances. Leave the rest to me."

"I……"

"Hurry up! Otherwise I will take off your clothes and make you dance naked in front of all the fairies."

"What?!"

…

Thousands of monks gathered around, eagerly looking at the white-robed swordsman standing quietly in the middle of the lake.

After watching in silence for a long time, the white-robed swordsman always stood with his hands behind his back, saying nothing, but staring at Mr. Sanzhu with his sharp eyes.

Mr. Sanzhu was filled with fear. He was really afraid that this reckless man from Dongzhou would kill him with a sword here.

However, he hadn't seen the other party move for a long time, and then he thought that outside the Qianqiu Yuefu Patriarch Hall, Mr. Sanzhu became more courageous, put down his raised hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice:

"Are you the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

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

"So what?"

"oh……"

The Independent Cultivator saw the true appearance of the sword demon Zuo Ci for the first time, and his eyes showed eagerness.

After all, everyone present is on the path of spiritual practice. Although everyone in Qinqu has a high status, no matter how high it is, it cannot be higher than the pride of the eight-level spiritual path. Sword immortals like this who are famous all over the world after being born are rarer than fairies. too much.

Many monks who came from Dongzhou also started to make noises beside Moon Watching Lake:

"Zuo Jianxian, cut him, dare to say that Dongzhou is an uncivilized rough man, so what? I, Dongzhou Swordsman, have a big fist..."

That said, I don’t know if it’s an enemy force or a friendly force.

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

"Do you really want to quarrel with me outside the Qianqiu Yuefu Patriarch Hall? Make me 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 whole place was noisy.

Many monks who admired the deeds of the sword demon Zuo Ci loudly applauded, but more people shook their heads, feeling that these words were a bit inappropriate.

A person on the top of a mountain pays attention to demeanor after all, and beating people depends on whether the opponent is qualified enough. With the morality shown by the sword demon Zuo Ci, beating Mr. Sanzhu is like a strong man beating a three-year-old kid. If you lower the price yourself, you won't get any good reputation.

Mrs. Xue admired this newly emerged swordsman, but she also felt that these words were too reckless and somewhat ruined the impression left by the past. She said to Shangguan Lingye:

"This Zuo Jianxian has a somewhat inflexible way of dealing with the world. Being young and energetic is a good thing, but going too far will cause problems."

Shangguan Lingye didn't understand what Zuo Lingquan was doing at all and didn't dare to talk to him.

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

"Sure enough, he is a brainless brat. He dares to step on him even if he is scolded by a pile of shit. He is also complacent and thinks 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 did he remain fearless, he also spread his hands and looked at everyone present:

"As expected of the 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci', I did not disappoint everyone at all. Well, since Zuo Dajian can only speak with a sword, I have to accept it. Which Fellow Daoist can borrow a sword? I am a literati, although I don’t understand Martial Dao, but I can still do the job if I ask Zuo Da Sword Immortal to show off the ‘virtue’ of Dongzhou Sword Immortal.”

The monks around Moon Moon Lake were noisy. Some were eager to borrow swords, and some were trying to persuade them:

"Zuo Jianxian, he is just a bad-mouthed scholar, what do you care about him..."

"Saint said, 'A gentleman can be bullied.' If you argue with such a clown, you will lose your status..."

…

Mrs. Xue saw that Zuo Lingquan was "decided", and she didn't have the slightest intention of backing down, so she wanted to smooth things over, so that this young man who had managed to accumulate such a great reputation would not be known as a "mad dog who bites everyone".

But before she could speak, she heard the young swordsman in the middle of the lake say:

"Are you worthy of sparring with me in swordsmanship?"

The whole place fell silent, a little confused.

Mr. Sanzhu thought about it, nodded and said:

"That's right. My three-legged cat swordsmanship is not worthy of Zuo Dajianxian. Do you want to learn from each other?"

Zuo Lingquan tilted his head slightly and signaled the Qingxiao Crane placed in the center of the platform to cry:

"Speaking of Martial Dao, you didn't even accompany me to carry my shoes. Swordsmen of my generation never force others to be difficult. Didn't you say that Dongzhou doesn't understand the rhythm? Zhou Mu's kind of unknown person is not worthy of knowing the background of Dongzhou's rhythm. I’m a bit virtuous and I’ll give you a chance to ask for advice.”

"...?"

Tens of thousands of monks were blank-eyed, unable to understand the meaning of these words for a while.

Zhou Mu, whose eyes were filled with sarcasm, froze when he heard these words. He sat up straighter and looked in disbelief:

"What does he mean?"

Dongfang Yunzhi showed a bit of disdain:

"Strike an egg against a stone."

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 guy up, how do you compare this thing?

Mrs. Xue was also a little confused. She thought about it carefully for a long time, and after making sure she heard correctly, she stood up and asked:

"Young Zuo want to compete with Mr. Sanzhu on piano skills?"

"Wow——"

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

The shock in everyone's eyes was greater than hearing the sword monster Zuo Ci punch through Luojian Mountain with a single sword. After all, this sentence is the same as Mr. Sanzhu saying that he will go to Luojian Mountain to ask for a sword. Isn't this outrageous?

Mr. Sanzhu's fame was not brought about by strong winds. Except for a few people from Qianqiu Yuefu, who would dare to challenge him?

Of course, there were not a few people who were looking forward to it. Many fairies who were frowning secretly, their eyes lit up when they heard this, and the chirping voice overwhelmed the Independent Cultivator's exclamation.

Mr. Sanzhu was in disbelief. He looked at Zuo Lingquan for a long time before confirming that he was not joking.

Confrontation suddenly came to the field he was good at, and Mr. Sanzhu's aura naturally rose, with the aloofness of a strong man on the top of the mountain, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the unknown junior in front of him:

"Little friend, if you are courageous, if you are like this, you will be arrogant and rude to the old man. If you dare to go on stage today, the old man will respect you as a person, but the music of the piano is different from the way of swordsmanship. Your actions are too ignorant."

Zuo Lingquan knew that he was overweight and did not say that he wanted to compete with Mr. Sanzhu. He said calmly:

"Dongzhou's cultural heritage is extensive and profound. Although it has been dated, there is no shortage of successors, and it does not allow outsiders to slander and despise it. I am not good at music, but I am fortunate to have watched an expert play music. Today, I will lend you my hand to introduce Dongzhou's piano skills. Show it to you, no one knows how high the sky is and how high it is, you will have your own conclusion in your heart.”

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

"Okay, I will see the level of Dongzhou Qin Dao today."

"Oh..."

When everyone saw that the two people in the middle of the lake were really ready to compete, the noise became more intense.

Most of those who can come to the Mid-Autumn Festival are monks who like romance. They may not know much about swordsmanship, but they are indeed well known by the famous music masters.

As soon as Mr. Sanzhu became an independent cultivator and became a heavyweight guest of Qianqiu Yuefu, it can be seen that his piano skills are superb.

Sword Demon Zuo Ci's swordsmanship has reached today's level because he must have studied and practiced diligently since childhood. How could he have time to engage in such trivial things? To provoke a person who has studied and practiced piano diligently since childhood, what else can he do if he doesn't just follow his own example?

Not only the onlookers and monks who doubted the strength of the sword demon Zuo Ci, but also the wives who knew Zuo Lingquan very well were also a little confused.

Jiang Yi's eyes widened and she didn't dare to speak. She could only look at Wu Qingwan and asked, "Does this guy know how to play the piano?"

Wu Qingwan's eyes also widened with a strange expression, and she responded with her eyes: "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 asked secretly:

"Mother, come and see, is there something wrong with Xiao Zuo's brain? Or has he been snatched away?"

"Um."

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

…

Everyone was talking a lot, because the sword demon Zuo Ci chose to challenge his opponent in the field where he was best at it. Naturally, no one said that the sword demon Zuo Ci was reckless anymore. However, they were worried about the victory and defeat, fearing that Zuo Jianxian, who had finally become famous, would fall. A name that says 'I don't know the heights of the sky'.

But fortunately, it’s not a big deal if we compete in music, music, and chess. No matter we win or lose, it’s just an elegant conversation.

Mrs.

"Zuo Xiaoyou is really unpredictable. Today is the sect celebration of Qianqiu Yuefu. Zuo Xiaoyou comes to support me. I can't help but express my gratitude. Otherwise, Zuo Xiaoyou only needs to be better than Mr. Sanzhu, a woman from Qianqiu Yuefu. How about you pick one?"

The surrounding Fellow Daoists thought this was a good idea. If the sword demon Zuo Cizhen chose it, Qianqiu Yuefu would take advantage.

However, there is also a Fellow Daoist at the top of the mountain who doesn’t mind the big deal. He said:

"Hey, Mrs. Xue is exaggerating. If Zuo Jianxian wins and chooses you, what will Master Qi do?"

"Ha ha……"

A burst of laughter.

Mrs. Xue's face turned red and she was a little annoyed: "Of course she is an unmarried woman. How can young people like me, a yellow-faced woman?"

Qi Yulin, the head of Qianqiu Yuefu, also laughed and cursed a few words, then changed his words:

"Marriage is destiny, there is no reason to be lucky. Today, little friend Zuo is here to support me. Qianqiu Yuefu cannot be stingy. As long as I can beat Mr. Sanzhu, the "Cao Lu Sword Sutra" that I have collected will be given to little friend Zuo. Friend. Mr. Sanzhu is a well-known Qin Dao master, so it’s natural that he wins. Don’t blame Qi for being stingy if he doesn’t win.”

Everyone was surprised when they heard this. The "Thatched Cottage Sword Classic" was not a sword manual, but a sword-practicing insight written by the old sword god. It was originally used to teach his juniors. As a result, Miss Qiu and her mother were practicing Taoism. When I was breaking out, I competed with Mrs. Xue in Qianqiu Yuefu and exported.

This thing is useless for ordinary people to hold, and swordsmen may not be able to understand anything after seeing it, but just the word "Sword God" is enough for the monks to treasure it and pass it on from generation to generation. Qi Yulin used to hide it as a treasure, but today he was willing to give it out as a lottery. It is probably because the sword demon Zuo Ci is so talented that he is not sincere in saying other irrelevant things, and he doesn't think the sword demon Zuo Ci can win.

Shangguan Lingye was very worried about whether her husband could hold on to the situation, but as soon as she heard the word "lucky head", she got into the old habit of making a bet. Anyway, she didn't have to pay for the bet, so she turned her eyes to the seat of the Qu family in Lihe. :

"Mr. Sanzhu is a famous teacher invited by the Qu family in Lihe. It would be inappropriate for Mr. Qu not to pay some money to discuss morality with others on such an occasion."

Everyone thought it was right, and turned to look at Qu Xiangwen's position.

As a nouveau riche, the Lihe Qu family was looked down upon by the orthodox Immortal Gate. They had always hoped to enter the celebrity circle through arty style. Qu Xiangwen was secretly thinking about whether to add some glory to the limelight, but it was difficult to interrupt. Seeing that all the immortals in the main hall of Yuefu looked over, he was a little flattered.

There were quite a few music masters present who were coveting the music of ‘Blue Sky Crane Cry’. The Qu family was not familiar with music and refused to sell it, which was always a pity in their hearts.

Zhou Mu knew that Dongfang Yunzhi liked the qin, and felt that the sword demon Zuo Ci was humiliating himself by challenging Mr. Sanzhu. As long as the qin was in the hands of Mr. Sanzhu, getting it back would be like grabbing the treasure, so he interjected:

"As the saying goes, 'Swords are given to heroes', and famous harps are naturally given to famous teachers. Zuo Dajianxian and Mr. Sanzhu are both well-known figures in Huajunzhou. Today they are on stage to discuss Taoism, and they also use the ancient famous harp 'Qingxiao Hewei'. ’, Mr. Qu mainly uses other objects as lottery prizes, which is a bit disappointing."

"That's a good idea."

"Yeah yeah……"

Qu Xiangwen's eyelids twitched, and his flesh ached obviously. Although the Immortal Grade piano is only a high-end elegant game, it is of no benefit to practice, but the number is too scarce. For those who like this way, it is "a thousand gold can't buy a good heart", and you don't necessarily have to change it for a fairy sword.

The Qu family relied on this thing to decorate their appearance, how could they come to such an elegant occasion to join in the fun after giving it away?

But the wealthy families on the top of the mountain are all watching, if Qu Xiangwen is reluctant, Lihe and Qu's family will have no face to come to such occasions in the future. Qu Xiangwen was tangled in his heart for a while, playing with his mind and saying:

"Mr. Sanzhu's high attainments in the Dao of Qin are obvious to all. Competing with Immortal Zuo Jian is equivalent to discussing Taoism between seniors and juniors. Naturally, juniors will be rewarded more. If they are the same, they will treat Immortal Zuo Jian badly. How about this, Immortal Zuo Jian If you win, this Qin will be given to Zuo Jianxian; if Mr. San Zhu wins, this Qin will be lent to Mr. San Zhu for a year, what do you think?"

Everyone felt a little regretful when they heard this. After all, the Qu family didn't know how to play the piano at all, and they had always lent it to Mr. Sanzhu to play, and the sword monster Zuo Cisheng was unlikely to win, and this prize was equivalent to not giving it.

But betting is like this, the smaller the chance of winning, the greater the odds, Qu Xiangwen dared to take a gamble, and the people watching the excitement naturally had a little more expectation for the sword monster Zuo Ci.

Mr. Sanzhu came to his field, full of high spirits, seeing everyone's eyes looking over, he didn't talk nonsense, and raised his finger to the piano platform:

"That's it, little friend Zuo please first. I don't bully the younger generation. I will give you two chances. After you play a piece, I will play it again. If you are not as good as the old man, you can play another piece. As long as you can beat the old man once , you win."

…

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young swordsman in a young master's robe, without any words, walked slowly to the center of the platform in front of the piano case.

Slowly unwrapping the sword at the waist and placing it by the side, then lightly lifted the robe, sat cross-legged in front of the piano stage, and lit an incense stick in the brass incense altar, which was very ceremonial.

There was only a faint green smoke from the incense burner. The white-robed young man closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting quietly without saying a word.

"..."

The moon-watching pool was silent, with everyone staring intently and not daring to speak.

After Jiang Yi looked at it for a while, she 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 could not see through it at all, so she shook her head.

In fact, not only Qingwan, but also Zuo Lingquan himself didn't know what he was doing.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't open his eyes with his eyes closed. After sitting quietly for a while, he asked in his heart:

"Sister Yingying, what am I doing?"

"Shh, this is called feeling. The more expert you are, the more you pay attention to inspiration and artistic conception. You have to brew and feel the breath of heaven and earth, the breeze, the water, the lights and the moonlight..."

"Um...I feel like I'm on pins and needles. How long will this take to brew?"

"It only takes a while to feel good. It's normal to sit for two or three days without feeling anything. The longer it lasts, the better it is..."

"Isn't it?"

"Don't interrupt."

"oh."

…

Mr. Sanzhu stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back. Seeing the posture of the white-robed young man, his expression became a little more dignified, and he secretly said: "Hmph, the posture is quite good, but I don't know how good it is. If it is average, it will be grandstanding..."

The others had the same idea and were not in a hurry, just waiting silently to see whether the Dongzhou Sword Immortal was here to make a big splash or to make a joke.

Huhu~~

Under the silver moon, the breeze ruffled the surface of the lake, and also picked up the white-robed young master's robe and black hair.

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

Boom~

The voice was as clear as tears falling into a deep pool.

To everyone's ears, it was as if someone poured a basin of cold water on their head when their eyes were bleary, their bodies shivered, their attention was attracted, and the noise disappeared.

Madam Xue was watching from the side with her hands on her hands, but when she saw that handsome young man raised his fingers and lightly hooked the strings of the qin, the ethereal sound of the qin came to his ears, his brows were slightly raised, and he sat up with surprise in his eyes.

Boom~~

There were two more string sounds.

The sound of the piano came out, causing two circles of ripples on the calm lake surface, spreading outward. Only then did everyone realize that it was not the breeze that rippled the lake surface, but the sound of the piano.

The Independent Cultivator on the island covered bridge had an astonished expression on his face. Even if he didn’t understand the music, he could still feel the artistic conception of ‘being one with the heaven and earth’.

Dong Dong~~Dong Dong~~

The sound of the piano comes out one after another, and the tune is elusive, as if it is not playing, but the resonance of the lake and autumn water under the moonlight, naturally and step by step.

Mr. Sanzhu originally looked at him like an elder, but after just a few notes, his expression turned into something incomprehensible, and he stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

The white-robed young man sitting in the middle of the lake pressed the strings with one hand and lightly hooked the piano with the other. His expression was always indifferent and without any emotion.

Boom ~ boom ~

The ethereal sound of the piano came from the guqin under his hands, but everyone's focus could not be focused on him. Instead, they looked at the surrounding lake and the autumn moon, following every rhythm, looking 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 leaning on the fence and looking out...

There are not many melodious and sad tunes, but it seems to be speaking from the heart; everyone present can only hear the rhythm, but they can truly feel the meaning of the music:

The maple leaves moving in the wind amid the music of the piano are right in front of you...

The beauty with shining eyes is right next to you...

The intersection of candlelight and moonlight illuminated the stones at the bottom of the lake. A small carp quietly looked towards the piano platform above...

The rhythm is immersive. Even with your eyes closed, you can feel the meaning of the music in every plant, every tree, every frown and every smile...

Qu Xiangwen and others, who did not know how to play the piano, had blank eyes and doubts in their minds but did not dare to ask questions for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the world.

Dongfang Yunzhi, Zhou Mu and other people who were familiar with the music also had blank eyes, because this seemed to have nothing to do with the music.

If the artistic conception of Mr. Sanzhu's piano is so high that ordinary people cannot understand it, then the artistic conception of the current piece of music is as high as "returning to nature" - playing it with a mortal body, allowing people to truly hear the sounds of heaven and earth. Being able to understand everything, yet being above the clouds, is so unattainable.

Mrs. The state of mind that sees through the nature of all things.

How old is this kid...

People who didn't know the details were confused and intoxicated, but Shangguan Lingye and others were shocked. Even as a daughter-in-law who had been close friends, there was an untouchable strangeness in their hearts. They didn't recognize the young swordsman sitting there playing the piano at all. .

Dong dong dong~~

The sound of the piano gradually became more urgent, falling into the Moon Lake like a torrential rain.

Those who can hear the resonance of heaven and earth are not only the ordinary people present, but other living beings can also feel the rhythm originating from heaven and earth.

The monk, who was afraid of disturbing the artistic conception of heaven and earth even by breathing, stared blankly at the ripples of the water and felt a circle of fish coming towards him.

Then colorful shadows appeared in the huge Moon Moon Lake, and tens of thousands of fish poked their heads out from under the clear lake surface, curiously looking at the trembling strings on the platform in the middle of the lake.

Dong dong dong~~

The rapid sound of the piano gradually reached the highest peak. Thousands of monks who could not take their eyes away felt another aura originating from the wild and ancient times, looking down at the human world from the sky.

"oh……"

Except for the music of the piano, I looked at the Moon Lake in silence, and finally there was a little noise.

Mrs. Xue and Palace Master Qi Yulin seemed to understand something. They both stood up and stared blankly at the ancient famous harp that unknowingly showed a dim light.

Boom——

The fingers pressed heavily on the strings, but the sound that came out was not the sound of the piano, but a loud and sad voice:

"唳——"

Under the gaze of everyone, a huge white shadow rushed out from the center of the lake, spread out its wings of a hundred feet, and shot straight into the sky.

The chirping sound of the crane is equally ethereal, full of ambition to break through the prison of heaven and earth, and reluctance when exhausted and exhausted.

Even though they were tens of thousands of years apart, the monks present could still feel the aura of that red-crowned crane daring to argue with Heaven. That was the real top of the mountain, the end of Heaven's way that had been reached by some people before, but now no one can set foot on!

"Oh..."

There was a lot of noise, but it couldn't suppress the sound of the piano that hit the depths of my soul.

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

Although the aura dissipated so much that the outline could no longer be seen clearly, Tuanzi in the viewing pavilion still felt the pressure of being "a god being stepped on by a mortal". He instinctively spread his wings and assumed the posture of a phoenix spreading his wings, trying to kill the sky. Big bird bird.

Xie Qiutao looked at it infatuatedly. Although he had heard about the charm of this family guqin for a long time, only when he really saw it did he understand the heights that the Xie family's ancestors had stood at.

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

Ancestor Shangguan was not frightened by the remaining projections after the failure of the giant crane Ascension. Instead, he turned to the far north and thought of an old friend.

In the far north of Jiuzhou, under the snow-capped Tianchi, is the plum tree that blooms all year round.

The woman in a dress like white plum sat in front of the piano table and looked towards the south.

After pondering for a long time, the woman raised her lips and showed a smile:

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

The maid who appeared in the piano responded:

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

"If it were him, with a piece of white plum blossom and a piece of piano music, I would be moved by my heart."

"pity?"

"It's rare to find a good friend."

…

Boom——

The last string sound ended in silence.

There were no warm applause, nor uncontrollable praise, because everyone was silent in the awe-inspiring mood of gathering and never leaving, and had not yet recovered.

Whether it's a famous fairy or a low-level Independent Cultivator, their eyes are fixed on the night sky where there is only one silver moon left, staring blankly, as if they are still waiting for something.

Zuo Lingquan was also silent, and even felt that his soul full of bad taste had desecrated his holy body. He moved freely and still did not move, until he heard in his mind:

"Hmph~ Brat, am I awesome?"

"Hmm... Birds perch and fish do not move, the moon shines on the night and the river is deep. There is nothing outside, and there is only a harp in the boat. The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are bosom friends. When the heart is calm, the voice is light, and there is no past or present... In one word, Absolutely!"

"Eh?! Come on, read it in public, what are you saying to me? Get up and read poems..."

"hehe……"

Zuo Lingquan raised the corners of his lips and smiled. He did not listen to Yingying's instigation. He stood up and hung his sword on his waist. He looked at Mr. Sanzhu who was standing next to him with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky. He raised his hand slightly:

"Sir please."

"..."

A sudden clear voice appeared on the lake, frightening away the fish gathered around the platform.

On the three islands, countless monks and fairies frowned secretly. They were wondering who would disturb the scenery so much. When they saw the white-robed young master standing in the middle of the lake, they were stunned.

Finished playing?

Countless monks were stunned for a long time before breaking free from their intoxication. Shock and disbelief surged into their hearts, and they uttered noisy words like a sea wave:

"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 trance in his eyes.

Being suddenly woken up, Mr. Sanzhu showed displeasure and looked at the white-robed young man in front of him:

"What for?"

Zuo Lingquan was a little confused and motioned to the piano table:

"It's time for the music, sir."

The noise suddenly stopped, and everyone remembered that this was not a solo recital, but a layman's challenge to everyone in the piano field.

Mr. Sanzhu looked at the piano platform.

Yes, sparring...

This also cut a hammer? !

Mr. Sanzhu's face was all black, and he felt like he was sparring with the Independent Cultivator in swordsmanship, and only to find out after the fight started that he was facing Huang Chao Ancestor.

Doesn’t this bully honest people?

Mr. Sanzhu looked at Zuo Lingquan with his hands behind his back, but hesitated to speak. He wanted to say that the other party had no martial ethics, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, but as a famous Qin Dao master, it would be embarrassing to say this.

Most people in the main hall of Yuefu were confused, but they had no objections to the outcome of the Qintai discussion here.

Not to mention the listening experience, the thing that best understands swordsmen is the sword, and the thing that best understands luthiers is naturally the piano.

Mr. Sanzhu just played for a long time, and there was no response at all from "Qingxiao Crane Cry"; when someone comes on stage, the piano has such a big response, it is self-evident which one is good and which one is bad.

Everyone present was in disbelief, and the surprise in their hearts could not be suppressed, especially those nymphomaniac sect fairies. They admired the grace of the swordsman on the mountain top, but they knew nothing about the swordsmanship, but they knew the music very well. When listening to this song, it felt a bit like "the sword demon will be mistaken for life at first sight".

Mrs. Xue sat on the seat. After a long silence, she said:

"The old sword god's assessment is correct. This boy is indeed worthy of the word 'demon'. Fortunately, this boy appeared late. If it had been two hundred years earlier, I would have been married to Dongzhou like Qiu Niuniu's mother." ...Maybe they'll get married together, and the two women will serve the same husband or something..."

Shangguan Lingye was wondering whether Zuo Lingquan had been taken away from him. After hearing this, he came back to his senses and interrupted:

"Mrs. Xue, Master Qi is sitting over there."

"hehe……"

…

Tens of thousands of monks were talking constantly, all talking about the song just now, and no one mentioned Mr. Sanzhu at all.

Mr. Sanzhu was quite embarrassed standing on the stage. Knowing that it would be embarrassing to go on stage, he raised his hands and cupped his hands:

"I'm short-sighted. I don't know how high the sky is. I'm willing to accept the defeat. I won't go on stage and embarrass myself."

After saying that, he turned around and stepped on the water back to the main hall of Yuefu.

In the main hall, the palace masters Qi Yulin and Qu Xiangwen came back to their senses, their faces darkened, and their eyes were full of pain.

However, what he said was like water thrown out. Qi Yulin sighed, took out a book from his sleeve, asked his disciple to take it to the center of the lake, and said cheerfully:

"Zuo Jianxian's secretiveness is really amazing. Now that Mr. Sanzhu has admitted defeat, this "Thatched Cottage Sword Classic" belongs to Zuo Jianxian."

Mrs. Xue's heart was full of love. Although she had no chance, she thought about it and still interjected:

"This Sword Classic was given to me by an old friend, Miss Qiu of the Jue Sword Immortal Sect. She has been thinking about this book for many years, but there is no reason to go back to it. If you have read it, give it to Miss Qiu. Miss, maybe..."

? ?

Shangguan Lingye felt that Mrs. Xue had many things to do, so why bother with her?

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

The defeated general wanted to have a good idea, but he would confiscate it later...

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