White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

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Zhu Yanfeng turned his head to look at the guqin case, then walked generously to the table, opened the piano case, took out the guqin, and handed it to Huang Yan.Huang Yan sat down, adjusted the strings, adjusted the rhythm, and turned to Zhu Yanfeng to make a gesture of playing the hand flute.

Seeing this gesture, he immediately understood the intention, Zhu Yanfeng asked: "Do you want me to blow the hand xun?"

Huang Yan nodded slightly, saying 'that's right'.

Zhu Yanfeng said bluntly: "My music theory has never been as good as yours. Although I can play the xun ensemble with difficulty, I may not be able to catch up with the excellence you want."

Huang Yan said generously: "Is this the first time I know you? Playing with me, are you nervous?"

Zhu Yanfeng sat by the side, thought about the tune, then clasped his palms together to form a Xun, and tried to play. Huang Yan watched him play quietly for a while before he pressed his fingertips on the strings and inserted them into the guqin temperament.

The two different rhythms collided together, and in an instant a transparent woman who looked like wind and sand appeared, dancing gracefully in front of the two of them with a thin pipa.

When the song stopped, the transparent female dancer disappeared slowly like the wind. Huang Yan looked sideways at Zhu Yanfeng, picked up the guqin, and threw it at Zhu Yanfeng without saying a word.

Seeing the priceless guqin flying directly towards him, Zhu Yanfeng was not afraid of being hit by the qin and died, but he was afraid that the qin would fall to the ground and break, so he hurriedly reached out to catch it, held it in his arms, and carefully checked it again to make sure that the strings on the body of the qin were intact Wushang was willing to breathe a sigh of relief, and said helplessly to Huang Yan: "Throwing it around like this, remember that it is priceless?"

Huang Yan smiled generously and said, "Anyway, you will definitely catch it, won't you." Immediately, he clasped his hands together into Xun.

Zhu Yanfeng looked at it, and seemed to understand: "You want me to play the piano, and you play the hand xun?"

Huang Yan asked: "Do you dare to play like this?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "I am very bad at playing the hand xun, and even worse at playing the piano."

Huang stretched out his arms, and gently sealed Zhu Yanfeng's mouth with his fingers, only persuading him: "I don't want you to be as self-effacing as He Wukui with 'I can't'."

Zhu Yanfeng used his index finger to gently push his fingers away a little, and said helplessly: "If you really go out of tune in a while, you must suddenly get angry."

Huang Yan demanded: "Whoever talks too much will start first."

Zhu Yanfeng closed his mouth, pressed his fingertips on the strings, and played the beginning of the melody. Huang Yan watched him for a while, and then began to play with the flute. The transparent female dancer appeared with the wind again, in this dormitory She dances gracefully with a thin pipa in her hand.

After another piece was played, the transparent female dancer disappeared slowly, just like the first time, with a charming smile, and Zhu Yanfeng returned the guqin to Huang Yan's hands.

Huang Yan stroked the strings lightly with his fingertips, and confessed: "If I don't want to part with it, I would like to use it as a weapon."

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "That's why you use fans all the time?"

Huang Yan smiled slightly: "It's okay to block the sword, but the bone of this fan is as hard as a diamond, and it can't be cut for a while."

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help but look down at the sparse sword marks on the fan bone, and asked: "What if it can't be stopped in the future, will it be broken?"

Huang Yan replied without thinking: "Probably I will use the whisk as a weapon instead."

Zhu Yanfeng was slightly stunned, then smiled helplessly, and persuaded: "While the whisk is like a stream, it can indeed entangle the sharp blade, but with the sharpness of the blade, it can also cut the whisk like straw." Gently hugging Huang Yan with one hand, he continued. : "When it's time to use a sword, use a sword, it's safer."

Huang Yan said with a smile: "According to what you said, it's safer than using firecrackers."

It was still raining outside, and I don't know when it will fall, Zhu Yanfeng stood up suddenly, took an empty bowl, and put it outside the window sill where raindrops would fall, so that when the raindrops fell to the bottom of the bowl, it would make a ringing sound like a bell.

Huang Yan heard the sound, looked at the window sill, and saw the raindrops falling into the bottom of the bowl and splashing out, and his fingertips couldn't help sliding across a few strings.Zhu Yanfeng heard both the sound of the rain hitting the bottom of the bowl and the sound of the piano, so he said to Huang Yan: "It's rare to have a peaceful and happy atmosphere, but I'm a bit reluctant to let the rain stop."

Huang Yan replied: "But if we stay in the house, it will only be more boring."

Zhu Yanfeng walked back to his side, sat down, and said contentedly: "Listen to the sound of rain, you can keep healthy."

Huang Yan asked with a smile: "Do you like the sound of my piano, or the sound of rain and the sound of water at the bottom of this bowl?"

Without thinking at all, Zhu Yanfeng replied directly: "I like them all."

Huang Yan said again: "Then I'll play the qin until the rain stops." Then he pressed the strings lightly and started to play. The sound of the qin was sometimes slow, sometimes eager, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, like a joke.

Two quarters of an hour later, before the qin music was finished, the rain outside suddenly subsided, and the sky was clear for a while, but it was temporarily unable to penetrate the thick clouds, leaving only a cloud in the world.Huang Yan didn't give up and played until the end of the piece.

Zhu Yanfeng took Huang Yan's guqin, carefully put it into the piano case, looked back, saw that Huang Yan had stood up, took him out of the bedroom, locked the door, went downstairs together, and walked slowly through the wet On the ground, there is a cool breeze blowing.

At that time, Dongdi City was a very sunny day. Within the main rudder of Xiyutai, a nine-curved bridge crossed the lush lotus pond. In the center of the bridge stood a four-cornered gazebo. A man was sitting, holding Zhongruan in his arms, pressing the strings with his fingertips, intending to play the strings, but he didn't start playing for a long time.

Yang Qingyuan couldn't calm down, and suddenly gave up playing Yiqing. When he raised his eyes, he sighed regretfully, and said to himself: "It turned out that he really didn't come to me. It seems that he really has his heart set on my brother?"

He stood up, put Zhongruan away, put it on his shoulder, and said to himself again: "Since you don't come to me, then I will go to you." A faint smile hangs on the corner of his lips.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the pavilion, followed by a man's voice: "Who are you talking to?"

Yang Qingyuan recognized whose voice it was, and at the same time, this voice disgusted him, so he deliberately turned his back to the visitor without turning his head, and said indifferently: "I always like to talk to myself, and it has nothing to do with you."

Xue Muhua stepped forward with his hands behind his back, seeing that he was still so arrogant and arrogant, he was even more interested, and said: "This seat is not only the head of the sect, but also the chief rudder. There is nothing I can't control in Xiyutai."

Yang Qingyuan couldn't help sneering: "You also want to take care of the Xiyutai disciples' eating, drinking and drinking?"

The harsh sarcasm made the headmaster displeased after all, Yang Qingyuan seemed to be riding on the back of a tiger, which made Xue Muhua slightly annoyed for a moment, and with one hand, he pulled Yang Qingyuan in front of him, his sharp round eyes were full of majesty, and said solemnly : "You are just a mere hall master, don't think that you can be unscrupulous in front of me!"

Yang Qingyuan's arrogance did not decrease by half, and he just said indifferently: "You will only use the way of suppressing my brother to suppress me, but! It is useless to me!" After that, he simply pushed Xue Muhua away, and simply said Step out of the pavilion.

After only a few steps, Xue Muhua's voice sounded from behind, full of arrogance: "Sooner or later you will be like your brother! Condescend to be at the feet of this seat, let this seat play with you!"

Yang Qingyuan sneered, and said: "Save your saliva. As I said, I can't replace my brother!"

After leaving Xiyutai, Yang Qingyuan wandered alone in the market, passing by the painting and calligraphy garden by chance, went in and borrowed a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to draw a portrait of a cat and a man, holding this portrait, walked many times inns until you enter the No.18 inn.

The shopkeeper was looking at the account book, and when he looked up, he saw a handsome guest coming, so he asked enthusiastically, "What kind of guest room do you want?"

Yang Qingyuan stopped in front of the counter and said bluntly: "I don't live in the shop, I just come to ask you one thing."

The shopkeeper was not happy when he heard the words. He put on a straight face and said coldly: "If you don't stay in the store, don't delay the business of the store. Let's go!"

Yang Qingyuan didn't move, took off the badge on his waist, and put it in front of the shopkeeper, shaking it a few times.The shopkeeper glanced at the waist card, his feet were so frightened that his feet became weak, he held the counter with both hands so as not to fall, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly apologized: "It turns out that it's the old man of Xiyutai... Little... the little one was blind just now! Don’t mind me! What do you want to ask? Just ask! If you know, you must tell me!"

Yang Qingyuan put away his waist badge, hung it on his waist, and asked, "Is there a guest whose surname is Murong?"

The shopkeeper simply said: "Grandpa, wait! I will check the account book for you!" He hurriedly flipped through the account book.After looking at it, he replied: "It is true that someone with the surname Murong lived in this shop."

Yang Qingyuan immediately unfolded the scroll and asked, "But this person still has this cat?"

The shopkeeper replied: "Yes! It's him!"

Yang Qingyuan was slightly joyful, and asked again: "Which room does he live in?"

The shopkeeper hastily checked the account book again, and then said with regret: "The guest officer I'm looking for has already paid the rent a few days ago and left the shop."

Yang Qingyuan couldn't help feeling a little disappointed after fetching water from the bamboo basket in vain. After rolling up the portrait, he walked away. While walking on the street, he couldn't help sighing, thinking: he must have left after that night. Did I say that my brother is the head molester?Does he really care so much about my brother being a child molester?

Yang Qingyuan was not sad, but had a joyful smile on his face, thinking again: Maybe he went back to Yangui Island?Thinking about it, I haven’t been back to No.15 Fenhelm for several years. I will go back to Fenhelm first, and then I will drop by to visit Yangui Island.

Back at the main rudder of Xiyutai, he didn't bother to eat lunch, packed his bags, carried the burden on his shoulders, took his favorite Zhongruan and the magic soldiers with him, left the main helm without saying a word, and rode away Qinyang City in the east-central part of Guangling County.

Before dusk, Wuyan put the cat in his clothes and returned to Pingjing. After entering the palace, he went straight to the Imperial Academy to watch Yang Xinsu. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Yang Xinsu's clothes were soaked in his clothes but he was still practicing boxing seriously, so he walked closer. He opened his lips: "You are practicing martial arts in the rain today, aren't you afraid that you will suffer from apoplexy?"

Yang Xinsu replied: "I can't give up! Otherwise, I won't be able to practice martial arts!"

Wu Yan was curious: "Who taught you?"

While punching and kicking in the rain, Yang Xinsu replied, "Mr. Wen Ren said that when I was in riding and archery class!"

Wuyan knew that Wenren Wuji came from Qingluan City and had a close relationship with Zhu Yanfeng, so he didn't have any doubts about his teachings. At this moment, he just grabbed Yang Xinsu by the collar and dragged him into the first floor. While dragging Yang Xinsu, he persuaded: "Hurry up!" Go into the house and dry off, so as not to blame me for getting sick!"

In the evening, Wu Yan was walking in the Imperial College on foot, towards the main gate of the Imperial College, when a carriage passed by him, and then stopped abruptly in front of him, a face poked out from the window, looking towards Wu Yan, red The strands are very prominent.

"Wu Yan? If you go back, I'll give you a ride!"

Hearing it was Su Zhongming's voice, Wu Yan strode forward, boarded the carriage directly, got into the car, closed the door, and found three people sitting in the car, besides Su Zhongming, there were Hongli and Tianyun.

There is still some distance between Guozijian and Shengong, and Wu Yan just wanted to meet Su Zhongming for a while, so he didn't shy away from the unrelated two people present. During the time when they could chat, they asked Su Zhongming, "I have one more thing to do." , I want to ask the Supreme Emperor."

Su Zhongming was curious: "What do you want to ask me?"

Wu Yan said bluntly without hesitation: "Do you still remember the assassination that happened on Yangui Island?"

Su Zhongming was slightly surprised: "You mean... the incident about Tiansun Qingming?"

Wu Yan rejoiced, smiled slightly and said: "So we haven't forgotten."

Su Zhongming was even more curious: "Why did you bring this up suddenly? I remember that senior Murong Qinxue, your third uncle, had already burned his body and sent the ashes back to Xiyu Terrace. Why do you ask again?"

Wu Yan knew that when he begged Murong Qinxue to leave the complete Yangqing name and send it back to Xiyutai, Su Zhongming just left Yangui Island, so Su Zhongming thought that Yangqing name had become ashes, but Wu Yan I don't want to explain half of it at this time, but I just want to mention the main point: "My father said that the Supreme Emperor was one of the witnesses who witnessed Tiansun Qingming being assassinated by a masked man in black. Do you know the origin of this masked man in black?"

Su Zhongming felt embarrassed for a moment: "This..."

Wu Yan continued: "I have searched all over Yangui Island, but there is no trace of this masked man in black. Presumably he is very good at martial arts, so he severely injured Tiansun Qingming, who is also excellent at martial arts."

Su Zhongming was silent for a moment, and replied guiltily: "Wuyan. It was a coincidence that I was a guest at your house back then, so that the murder happened in your house. But..." Qiang Yan laughed happily: "Things have passed for so many years, You don’t need to care about the masked man in black any more.”

Wu Yan lowered his eyes and only asked, "Do you know the identity of the masked man in black, or don't you?"

The author says:

hand flute = hand xun