The fairy is fierce

The lights on the Moon Lake were as bright as day, and Mr. Sanzhu was chattering in the center of the lake, citing the bad behavior of Dongzhou's reckless man.

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In the viewing pavilion, Tang Jingyan's face was angry: "This old man, he doesn't play the piano very well, but he talks a lot. I think he is looking for a fight."

"Jiji..."

Xie Qiutao's expression was a bit mysterious. While watching the show, she secretly glanced at Zuo Lingquan's wrist.

Zuo Lingquan frowned secretly. The other party was an old man who would fall down at the slightest breeze. He was not worthy of him drawing his sword. If he beat him with his fists and feet, he would lose his manners in front of many fairies. While he was thinking about it, a voice suddenly rang in his ear:

"Stinky boy."

The voice was fierce, but also a little bit cute, as if it was spoken right next to his ear. ? ?

Zuo Lingquan didn't notice anything unusual in advance, and was startled. He quickly turned his head to check on Jingyan and Qiutou, who were looking at the lake. They were several steps away from him, and Tuanzi didn't seem to be able to speak.

The voice sounded like Senior Taohua...

Zuo Lingquan looked around.

"Don't look, I'm in Yuyaozhou, and I left a trace of my soul on the colorful rope."

"Huh?"

Zuo Lingquan raised his wrist, looked at the colorful rope, and spoke with his mind:

"Sister Yingying, what are you doing..."

"Call me senior! As an elder, I see that you are in trouble, so I will help you once. Relax your body and mind, don't resist, and let me come in."

Help me once?

Come in?

Zuo Lingquan was puzzled. Although he didn't know what was going on, he still followed the instructions and relaxed his mind and body out of trust in Lord Taohua:

"Senior Taohua, when did you give this thing to Qiu Tao? And Qiu Tao gave me the five-colored rope today, isn't it a bit strange..."

"Alas~Don't worry about it, don't think too much!"

Zuo Lingquan was full of doubts, and wanted to ask if the beautiful buttocks female cultivator he saw that day was Lord Taohua, but he felt something strange on his wrist.

A surge of soft breath squeezed into his body, flowing from the meridians to all parts of his body, and then... nothing happened. ?

Zuo Lingquan looked down at his body, and then looked inward at the acupoints and meridians, but didn't feel anything wrong, and asked in his heart:

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Lord Taohua did not respond.

Jing Yan, who was angry beside him, noticed Zuo Lingquan's abnormality 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, rushing out of the stone pavilion with a big step, stomping his feet on the ground, and flying into the air.

Bang

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

"Wow"

Screams were heard everywhere.

The islands, pavilions, cruise ships, and tens of thousands of monks looking up were all in sight.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zuo Lingquan couldn't panic. He suppressed his emotions with a strong mind, acted coldly, and watched himself land on the platform in the center of the Moon Lake.

Boom

The landing was so loud that water splashed around the platform.

Mr. Sanzhu was shocked and stepped back a few steps.

The monks from the three surrounding islands all looked at him; the 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 was just paying attention to the Peach Blossom Lord, and didn't hear what Mr. Sanzhu said at the end. Being watched by everyone, he could only put on the posture of a sword fairy, standing with his hands behind his back and looking at Mr. Sanzhu, and said anxiously in his heart:

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

A response sounded in the heart lake: "Suppress the whole audience, you are my junior, don't lose the people of Dongzhou."

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

"Alas~ You just need to show your popularity and adapt to the situation, and leave the rest to me."

"I..."

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

"What?!"

...

The thousands of monks watching looked eagerly at the white-robed sword fairy standing quietly in the middle of the lake.

They watched in silence for a long time. The white-robed sword fairy always stood with his hands behind his back, without saying a word, but stared at Mr. Sanzhu with his sharp eyes.

Mr. Sanzhu was filled with fear, for he was really afraid that this Dongzhou rough man would kill him with a sword here.

However, he hadn't seen the other party move for a long time, and thinking of the time outside the ancestral hall of Qianqiu Music House, Mr. Sanzhu became a little bolder, put down his raised hand, and 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 the Taohua Lord was drunk, and he couldn't say anything anyway, so he could only respond calmly according to his usual style:

"So what?"

"Oh..."

The casual cultivator who saw the true face of the sword demon Zuo Ci for the first time showed eagerness in his eyes.

After all, everyone present was on the path of cultivation. Although the status of the piano music master was high, it was not as high as the proud son of heaven on the path of cultivation. This kind of sword fairy who was famous all over the world when he suddenly appeared was much rarer than the fairy.

Many cultivators from Dongzhou started to make a scene beside Wangyuetan Lake:

"Zuo Jianxian, cut him down. He dared to say that Dongzhou people are unrefined and rough. What's wrong with that? I, Dongzhou Jianxian, have a big fist..."

It's unclear whether he was saying this from the enemy or the friendly forces.

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.

After all, the masters at the top of the mountain pay attention to their demeanor, and beating people depends on whether the opponent is qualified. With the moral behavior shown by the sword demon Zuo Ci, beating Mr. Sanzhu is like a strong man beating a three-year-old kid. Even if he wins the fight, it will be the same. 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:

"As expected, he is a brainless and reckless man. He dares to step on every piece of shit he is called. He is still complacent and thinks that he is very powerful. Little does he know that in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a joke..."

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 Da Sword Immortal can only speak with his sword, I can't help but accept it. Which fellow Taoist can lend me a sword? I am a scholar, although I don’t know martial arts, 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..."

"The saints all say, 'A gentleman can be bullied.' If you argue with this kind of clown, you will lose your status..."

…

Mrs. Xue saw that Zuo Lingquan had made up his mind and had no intention of giving in, so she wanted to smooth things over so that this young man who had finally accumulated such a great reputation would not become known as a "mad dog who bites everyone he sees".

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:

"When it comes to martial arts, you don't even carry my shoes with you. Swordsmen like me never force others to do anything. Didn't you say that Dongzhou doesn't know the music? A nobody like Zhou Mu doesn't deserve to know the details of Dongzhou's music. You still count. I have some moral integrity 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 had a weird look in his eyes and opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. The look in his eyes probably meant that you might as well beat this guy up. How can you compare to 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 when they heard the sword demon Zuo Ci penetrated Luojian Mountain with a single sword. After all, these words were the same as Mr. Sanzhu's statement about going to Luojian Mountain to ask for swordsmanship. 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 are also many people who are looking forward to it. Many fairies who frowned secretly brightened up after hearing this, and their chirping voices overcame the exclamations of casual cultivators.

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

The confrontation suddenly came to the area where he was good at. Mr. Sanzhu's momentum became natural, and he had the aloofness of a strong man on the mountain. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the unknown junior in front of him:

"My dear friend, you are courageous. In this case, what I said just now is that I am arrogant and rude. If you dare to come on stage today, I will respect you as a person. However, the music of the piano is different from the way of the sword. What you are doing is 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 you will have your own conclusion in your mind.”

Mr. Sanzhu was a little surprised to see Zuo Lingquan's momentum, 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 a casual cultivator and became an important guest of Qianqiu Yuefu, it can be seen that his attainments in piano music 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 do what he wants?

Not only the onlookers 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 no big deal if we compete in music, music, and chess skills. No matter we win or lose, it’s just an elegant conversation.

Mrs. Xue is a master of music, and her interest in this matter is far greater than the discussion of swords in Luojian Mountain. She smiled and warmed up:

"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 fellow Taoists around him thought this was a good idea. If the sword demon Zuo Cizhen chose it, Qianqiu Yuefu would take advantage.

However, there are also fellow Taoists on the mountain who don’t mind the matter and say:

"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, I will give my treasured "Caolu Sword Classic" to Xiaoyou Zuo. Friend. Mr. Sanzhu is a well-known Qin Dao master, so it is natural for him to win. Don’t blame Qi for being stingy.”

Everyone was surprised when they heard this. The "Thatched Cottage Sword Classic" was not a sword manual, but a sword practice lesson 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 at 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 fell into the old habit of making a bet. Anyway, she didn't have to pay for the bet, so she turned to look at 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 Qu family of Lihe was looked down upon by the orthodox immortal sect, and they always hoped to enter the circle of celebrities through being arty. 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 famous music masters present who were coveting "Blue Sky Crane Cry". It was a pity that the Qu family didn't know the music and refused to sell it.

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 taking it out of the bag, 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 items as 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 Xianpinqin is just a high-end elegant play and has no benefit in practice, the quantity is too rare. For those who like this way, it is like "a lot of money can't buy what you like", and they may not be able to replace it even if they are given a fairy sword.

The Qu family relies on this thing to decorate their appearance. After giving it away, how can they come to such an elegant occasion to join in the fun?

However, the wealthy families on the top of the mountain are all watching. If Qu Xiangwen is reluctant to part with him, the Qu family in Lihe will never have the shame to come to such an occasion in the future. Qu Xiangwen was entangled in his heart, and then he thought:

"Mr. Sanzhu's attainments in piano are obvious to all. Discussing with Zuo Jianxian is equivalent to a discussion between a senior and a junior. Naturally, the reward for the junior will be more. If the same is the case, Zuo Jianxian will be treated badly. It's better to do this, Zuo Jianxian If he wins, I will give this harp to Zuo Jianxian; if Mr. Sanzhu wins, I will lend this harp to Mr. Sanzhu for a jiazi. 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. However, the sword demon Zuo Ci had little chance of winning, so the prize was equivalent to not being given.

But that's how betting is, the smaller the chance of winning, the bigger the odds. Qu Xiangwen dared to cut his flesh and gamble, so people watching the excitement naturally had more expectations for the sword demon Zuo Ci.

When Mr. Sanzhu came to his own field, he was full of mastery. When everyone looked at him, he didn't talk nonsense and raised his hand to the piano platform:

"In that case, little friend Zuo, please go first. I don't bully juniors. I will give you two chances. After you finish playing one song, I will play again. If you are not as good as me, you can play another song. As long as you can beat me 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.

First, he slowly untied the sword from his waist and placed it by his side. Then he lightly lifted his robe, sat cross-legged in front of the piano table, and lit an incense stick in the brass incense altar. It was a very ritualistic feeling.

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 her for a while, she leaned toward 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 hands. When he saw the white-robed young master's posture, his expression became a little more solemn and he secretly said: "Huh, the posture is good, but I don't know what the level is. If it is average, it is just trying to impress people..."

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 like someone suddenly poured a basin of cold water on their head when they were drowsy, their body was shocked, their attention was attracted, and the slight noise disappeared.

Mrs. Xue was watching with her hands on her side, but when she saw the handsome young man raising his fingers to lightly hook the strings of the piano, the ethereal sound of the piano reached her ears, she raised her eyebrows slightly, sat up, and looked surprised.

dong dong

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 expressions of the casual cultivators on the island covered bridge were astonished. Even if they didn't understand the music, they could still feel the artistic conception of "being one with 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 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 it seemed that it had nothing to do with the music.

If the artistic conception of Mr. Sanzhu's piano is so high that ordinary people can't understand it, then the artistic conception of the current piece of music is so high that it can "return to nature" and be played by a mortal body, so that people can truly hear the sounds of heaven and earth and understand Everything means it, but it is above the clouds, 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 to each other, there was an intangible strangeness in their hearts. They didn't recognize the former 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, looking curiously 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 are tens of thousands of years apart, the monks present can still feel the aura of the red-crowned crane daring to judge the superiority of Heaven. That is the real top of the mountain, the end of the heaven that no one has reached yet, 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 people in the sky. Big bird bird.

Xie Qiutao looked at it infatuatedly. Although she had heard about the charm of this family guqin for a long time, only when she really saw it did she 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 projection of the giant crane after it failed to ascend. Instead, he turned to the distant 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.

No matter the famous fairy or the low-level casual cultivator, their eyes were fixed on the night sky where there was only one silver moon left, staring blankly, as if they were still waiting for something.

Zuo Lingquan was also silent, even feeling 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 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?"

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, let’s discuss...

Is this a hammer? !

Mr. Sanzhu's face was all black, and he felt like he was sparring with swordsmen with a casual cultivator, and only to find out after the fight was that the person facing him was Huang Chao Ancestor.

Doesn’t this bully honest people?

Mr. Sanzhu looked at Zuo Lingquan with his hands behind his back. He hesitated to speak. He wanted to say that the other party had no martial ethics and pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger. However, 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 to 'Qingxiao Crane Cry'. When someone comes on stage, the piano has such a big response, it is self-evident which one is good or 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 will marry 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. He knew that it would be embarrassing to go on stage, so he raised his hand and arched it:

"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 for a while 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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