The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 208 Xanadu Green Bamboo Alley

Yue Lingshan said:

"Father, I went to Fuzhou with my second senior brother last time, but it was a pity that I played an ugly girl and didn't want to walk around outside, so I didn't see anything. Since we are talking about playing this time, we have to have a good time, and the faster we go The farther the better, don't have to walk hundreds of miles and go home again..."

Madam Yue shook her head and said:
"You said it lightly, but there are dozens of us, how can we have so many troubles? Could it be that the Huashan faction turned into a gang of beggars and went begging all the way?"

Everyone laughed, Yue Buqun smiled and said:
"We entered Hebei within a few days. Let's take a leisurely tour. I heard that there is a Longquan Temple in Bazhou. There are many martial arts masters here. Let's go there. If we can make a few worthy friends , it’s worthwhile.”

All the disciples heard that the master promised to go out for fun, but in fact they didn't care where they went, as long as it wasn't Huashan, they were all elated...

As for whether Yue Buqun is going to Longquan Temple or Xiang Laofo, only he knows!

However, Wu Zhai brought Qu Feiyan with him, but unlike the others in Huashan, he took the road southward, gradually drifting away, and arrived in Luoyang in a few days...

Qu Feiyan asked:
"Silver thief, where are you taking me?"

Wu Zhai said:
"Take you to meet someone."

Qu Feiyan shook her head and said:
"I don't want to meet anyone, let's go to the Songshan School and kill some puppies for fun!"

Wu Zhai shook his head and said:

"You are not Zuo Lengchan's opponent, are you going to die if you go?"

Qu Feiyan said in astonishment:

"Isn't there still you?"

Wu Zhai snorted, found a young wine seller, threw him a piece of silver, and said that he would go to an old strip maker called "Green Bamboo Man" in Luzhu Lane in the east of the city.

The man happily agreed, and then led the way.

Qu Feiyan asked again:
"Who is this old strip craftsman? We have come all the way to find him?"

The man replied:

"The green bamboo man is a bamboo craftsman who can weave bamboo baskets and make bamboo mats. Moreover, he can play the zither and flute well, and he can paint bamboo. Many people have paid for his paintings. Someone came all the way to find him to paint..."

Qu Feiyan glanced at Wu Zhai, thinking:

"Why is this silver thief looking for a painter?"

Then I heard the man whispering:

"Let me remind you that this old man has a very eccentric temper. If others ask him for something, if he doesn't want to ask him, even if he comes to the door to kowtow, don't even think about him. But if he wants to interfere, he can't push it away. If you Ask him to do something, but it may not be possible!"

Qufei flue:

"This man has a bit of a temper!"

Seeing that Wu Zhai was sitting on the horse, letting the man pull the rein, he closed his eyes and rested himself, not wanting to speak, so Qu Feiyan restrained himself and went to Dongcheng together.

After passing through several small streets, we came to a narrow alley. At the end of the alley, there was a large green bamboo bush, swaying in the wind, elegant and natural.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the alley, they heard the zither rhyme "Ding Dong". Someone was playing the qin, and the alley was cool and quiet, as if it was a different world from Luoyang City outside.

Qu Feiyan said in a low voice:

"This green bamboo man will enjoy the happiness!"

At this moment, with a bang, a string of the qin was suddenly cut off, and the sound of the qin stopped. An old voice said:

"The honored guest is in vain looking at the snail house, and I don't know what to teach."

The man bowed and replied:

"Zhu Weng, there are two outsiders here who came here specifically to find you..."

The green bamboo man said:

"What's the matter with the honored guest?"

Wu Zhailang said:
"Zhu Weng, here I have a score called "Swordsman". This piece is so amazing that it has never been seen before in the ages. I'm here to ask you to appraise it!"

The green bamboo man said:

"Is there a piano score for me to appraise? Hehe, you look down on the old bamboo craftsman."

Wu Zhai took out the score from his arms, handed it to Qu Feiyan, and said in a low voice:
"Feifei, in this bamboo forest is the heir that your grandfather is looking forward to. We have finally found a home for this eternal song, let's give it to him!"

Qu Feiyan was ignorant, took the score, and walked into the green bamboo bushes.

Just listen to the green bamboo man saying:

"Okay, you put it down!"

Qu Feiyan retreated again, and then he could only hear the sound of the piano, which was elegant and pleasant, and after only a moment, he recognized that it was exactly the tune that his grandfather played that day.

The song of death is here, and I can't help but feel sad.

Not long after playing, suddenly the sound of the qin increased, louder and louder, and the sound was extremely sharp. With a sound of "Zheng", a string of the qin was broken, and a few more notes were raised. Another one broke.

The Green Bamboo Man let out a "Huh" and said:
"This piano score is so weird that it's hard to understand."

Qu Feiyan looked at Wu Zhai with tears in his eyes. Wu Zhai grabbed her little hand and comforted her in a low voice:
"Feifei, your grandfather must be very happy to know that someone has played this song..."

Just listen to the green bamboo man saying:

"I'll try this flute score."

Then the sound of the flute came out from the green bamboo bushes. At first it was melodious and lingering, but then the sound of the flute became lower and lower, and it was almost inaudible. It's very ugly.

The green bamboo man sighed and said to himself:
"How can such a low tone be played? Is it possible that the composer is playing tricks and joking with others?"

Qu Feiyan was furious when he heard the words, and was about to explode when he suddenly heard the green bamboo man shout:
"Auntie, why did you come out?"

Qu Feiyan felt strange, so he suppressed his anger, thinking:
"An 100-year-old man actually has an aunt. Is this old woman not more than [-] years old?"

Only a low voice from a woman was heard.

The green bamboo man said:

"Auntie, please take a look, this piano score is a bit weird."

The woman hummed again, the piano sounded, she adjusted the tune, paused for a while, as if she was replacing the broken string, adjusted the string again, and then started playing.

At the beginning, the playing was the same as that of the Green Bamboo Weng, but later it was played higher and higher, and the qin rhyme was as dangerous as a rock, and it was played effortlessly. This song is sometimes impassioned, sometimes gentle and elegant.

Qu Feiyan listened to it, but felt that although the tunes played by this mother-in-law were the same as those played by grandpa, the taste was quite different. The blood is boiling with excitement.

After playing for a long time, the rhythm of the qin gradually slowed down, as if the music could not keep going away, it was like the player who played the qin walked tens of feet away, and then walked several miles away, so subtle that it can hardly be heard anymore.

When the sound of the piano seemed to stop, there were one or two very low and thin flute sounds beside the sound of the piano. It is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and loud, when it reaches the extreme, after a few circles, it sinks again, although it is extremely low and fine, every syllable is still clearly audible.

Gradually, there are occasional pearls and jade jumping in the bass, clear and short, one after another, the number of sounds gradually increases, first like the splash of a singing spring, and then like a group of flowers competing for beauty, the flowers are full of flowers, and there are interstitial birds, singing and me, gradually The birds are gone, the spring flowers are falling, but the sound of the rain is heard, and there is a scene of desolation and death. The drizzle is continuous, if there is nothing, and finally everything is silent...

(End of this chapter)