Me and my Jianghu Tavern

He touched Xiao Qi who was sleeping soundly, and sighed: "Just treat it as a dream."

[Use a random martial art comprehension card x 1]

[Reminder: Please prepare the host, martial arts indoctrination is about to take place...]

Zhang Ming hugged Xiao Qi and closed his eyes.

One person and one cat embrace each other and fall asleep peacefully.

In his sleep, Zhang Ming saw a big fire, a pair of siblings.

On the light boat, amidst the mournful weeping of the zither, there were rumors of killing chickens, which seemed to be talking about the bloody storm 16 years ago.

On the teaching ground, every time the sound of the piano vibrates, it sweeps away a large amount of dust.

The vicissitudes of the world and the warmth and coldness of human relationships seem to be on the head of the female devil who roams the rivers and lakes.

The woman's eyes were full of amorous feelings, helpless and bleak, elegant and domineering, arrogant and calm, seemingly cold, but warming.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the piano is melodious, full of the helplessness of the rivers and lakes, and the world is impermanent.

The direction of the sound of the piano is for the suffering of the world, for the hatred of the world, for the ugliness of the people's hearts, and for the direction of the heart.

"Qin, of course I want to take it, man, I also want to kill it!"

The woman in white and with a hair crown ended the 16 years of enmity in the midst of the massacre with the sound of the zither like a torrential rain.

Tianmoqin, rivers and lakes robbery.

That woman's name is Xuemei, but more people like to call her Liuzhiqin Demon.

[The host obtained the character Xuemei (Six-fingered Qin Demon) [78.5%] lifelong martial arts insights. 】

Zhang Ming woke up from his sleep with a headache, and when he opened and closed his eyes, it was dawn.

There seemed to be some more memories in his mind, which were not his own, but a woman's.

Zhang Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and muttered, "This... without the Heavenly Demon Qin, what kind of Six-Finger Qin Demon is it?"

The six-fingered zither demon is powerful, but her martial arts is not very high, mainly because the magic zither is so powerful that day.

It's like, after a long time, I taught him how to play the piano.

Even so, there are merits. In Xuemei's memory, there is a martial art called "Tianlong Bayin".

Chapter 68: Six-fingered Qin Demon

Tianlong octave.

This martial art is the unique skill of the six-fingered qin demon. Once this qin method is played, the mountains will collapse and the earth will collapse instantly, and its power is extremely powerful.

In the world of the six-fingered zither demon, with the cooperation of the Tianmo qin, no one can be defeated in the world, and the mountains and rivers change color.

Indiscriminate attack, and the destructive power of this martial art is very powerful, it is most suitable for group battles.

As soon as Zhang Ming obtained this martial art, he reached a small success level, but it doesn't matter, it's more than 70.00%, it's already pretty good to reach a small success.

"It's just that the Tianmoqin is missing." Zhang Ming shook his head, feeling a little pity.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Qi, who was sleeping soundly beside him. The little guy was exhausted and hadn't woken up until now.

Zhang Ming shook his head, got up and took a shower.

"Squeak."

The door of the tavern was pushed open by Zhang Ming, and the sun shone into the tavern. It rained heavily last night, but the sun this morning was much warmer.

Zhang Ming found a rag and wiped the table in the tavern. In fact, there was no need to wipe it. It was just so that he could have something to do and not be bored.

After wiping the table, Zhang Ming picked up the hoe and walked up the hillside behind the tavern.

Speaking of which, he hadn't visited the vegetable garden for several days.

It rained last night, and Zhang Ming was a little worried that those vegetable seedlings would be washed away.

When we arrived at the vegetable garden, the small vegetable field was surrounded by a fence. The seedlings sent by Gongsun Yu had grown a lot after so many days, but it still took some time before they matured.

The few cabbage plants have grown green leaves, and it is estimated that they will be ready to eat in a short time.

"There are a lot of weeds." Zhang Ming muttered, picked up the hoe and started weeding.

There were basically no guests in the tavern in the morning, and Zhang Ming was not worried that anyone would come. Not everyone can enter the inner room of the tavern, so naturally he would not lose anything.

After weeding, Zhang Ming put down the hoe and rested for a while.

There is still some humidity in the mountains.

After a rain, the air has improved a lot. There are still some small white flowers blooming on the ground, filled with a fresh fragrance of flowers.

Thoughts were far away, Zhang Ming looked at the bright sun over there. These days are really leisurely and pleasant.

He didn't have time to stop before, until now, he realized that the most beautiful thing is not what is at the end, but the scenery on the way.

……

Back to the tavern with the hoe on his shoulder, Zhang Ming washed his hands, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone as usual, and wrote about what happened yesterday.

[A few days ago, the shopkeeper went to Jian'an City. Compared with last time, the city tower was much more prosperous, and the lanterns were lit all night...]

It is a very interesting thing to have time to write notes, just like writing a diary. If there is no such time, then what is the meaning of life.

The tip of the pen fell, and Zhang Ming breathed out a foul breath, looking at the words on the paper with some relief.

"This word finally looks a little bit."

The rules posted on the wall of the tavern, I will not mention how ugly the word is, but now the word is much better, the main thing is to practice more.

After the ink was dry, Zhang Ming put the paper away.

When Xiaoqi heard the movement, he opened his eyes in a daze. Zhang Ming turned his head and looked at each other. One person and one cat looked at each other.

Zhang Ming watched as Xiao Qi just opened his eyes and then closed them again.

Within a few seconds, Xiaoqi snored.

"???" Zhang Ming was a little confused, this was simply a confusing behavior.

Cats are really lazy creatures, and it's really hard to fall asleep this second.

There was nothing else to do for a while, Zhang Ming took the Changqin, Qing Nan, which he got from the reception, downstairs.

"call."

Zhang Ming moved a bench and sat at the door, Changqin was placed on the bench, and he sat on the ground.

The moment Zhang Ming touched the strings, Zhang Ming felt a little different. The memory of the six-fingered piano demon was instilled in Zhang Ming's mind, and every string was so familiar.

"Zheng."

Zhang Ming frowned, and felt pain in his fingertips. He had never played the piano before, and his fingers were so tender and white, he was not used to it.

He played a piece of melody at random, and the sound of the piano was melodious and melodious, which was not bad at all compared with that played by the ordinary musician.

It's just that this melody is originally sad, but it pops up a feeling of sadness and aloofness.

"Six-Fingered Qin Demon...was I influenced?" Zhang Ming sat in front of Qing Nan, slightly taken aback.

Why is the sound of the piano so lonely?

The melody just now didn't belong to him at all.

It was the six-fingered zither demon. Zhang Ming was not a lonely person, and he couldn't play such a qin sound.

Perhaps, this is also the shortcoming of the martial arts card, and only by slowly digesting it can one gradually adapt to it.

After forgetting those tedious matters, Zhang Ming's fingers turned red, but it was not a serious problem.

He thought for a while, and said to himself: "Play a piece of Phoenix Qiuhuang."

Zhang Ming didn't know that Feng Qiuhuang's score came from the memory of Liuzhiqin Demon, and there were many other scores. He just thought the name of this piece was pretty nice, so he wanted to play this piece.

"Zheng~"

The piano sounded again.

Fengqiuhuang, the slow three and six strings each have an emblem, and the fourth string is the feather tune of the palace.

The sound of the zither is like a spring breeze greening the fields, like bamboo shoots falling into a bamboo forest, like the sound of waves clapping on a table, and like flowing clear water, melodious and pleasant to the ear.

"Feng Xi Feng Xi returns to my hometown..." Zhang Ming chanted the song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" in his mouth, echoing the sound of the piano.

Fengxi Fengxi returned to her hometown and traveled around the world to seek her phoenix.

Time has not met, there is no general, He Wu is now promoted...

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the poem was not finished yet.

"Hiss." Zhang Ming gasped, raised his right hand and looked.

There was a cut on the index finger of his right hand, which was scratched by the strings, and blood gushed out.

Zhang Ming immediately wrapped his bleeding finger into his mouth, and ran to the tavern to find something to bandage it up.

"Why are the strings so thin..."

Zhang Ming gritted his teeth. It stands to reason that ordinary strings are at most scratched, but he has melted them out.

He thought of the greatness of this Changqin, the nanmu bottom, the ice cicada silk, in the end he made himself suffer.

Zhang Ming went upstairs, found a piece of cloth, poured some tourist's drunk on the wound, and wrapped it up.

Walking out of the gate of the tavern, Zhang Ming looked at Qing Nan who was on the bench, feeling a little helpless. It seemed that this piano could not be played casually.

"It takes a lot of practice." Zhang Ming sighed and put Qing Nan away.

At this time, Xiaoqi ran down from upstairs, as if he heard the sound of the piano just now, he was a little confused about who was playing the piano.

When it saw Zhang Ming holding the Changqin, it was a little dazed.

"Meow?" Xiaoqi called out.

Zhang Ming glanced at Xiaoqi and said, "Are you awake? What do you think I am doing? I just played it. How is it? Does it sound good?"

Xiao Qi rolled her eyes, she didn't believe Zhang Ming's words, and when she saw that the sound of the piano was gone, she ran back upstairs again, preparing to go back to sleep again.

"Tch, you still look down on me." Zhang Ming curled his lips, he was considered a talented person after all.

This big white cat is getting worse and worse.

Chapter 69: Coming soon!

There is a pagoda tree in the center of the south of Jian'an City. It is said that this pagoda tree was planted by Emperor Xiao himself, and it has been five or sixty years.

If there are no accidents, how can this old locust tree live for a hundred years.

A hundred meters away from the locust tree, there are several shops, and there is a Goulan in the middle of the shops. There is a lot of people inside, and the play has been going on for a long time.

I saw a stern man in black and purple bordering walking in front of the locust tree.

This man was tall and tall, with a stern face, two knives hung on his waist, and a crossbow pinned to his back.

It was the same with the people running wild in the rain last night, with two crossbows pinned to their waists and a long crossbow pinned to their backs, all of them had stern faces, presumably they were alone.

The man in black was silent, he just took two steps to the right, another step to the left, and finally stopped, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, a short man in sackcloth came out of the fence, and he went straight to the foot of the locust tree.

"Follow me." The short man whispered as he passed by the man in black, and continued walking forward.

The man in black took a look and followed.

The short man led him to the yard deep in the alley, and after the man in black entered the yard, he closed the door.

The short man led the man in black to a dry well in the yard, and said, "Go down."

The man in black seemed to be used to such things, he tiptoed, and entered the dry well with lightness kung fu.

There was no light in the dry well, and the bottom of the well was still a little damp, probably because of the heavy rain last night.