I saw that Mr. Perak wrote in a private message - you better quit the karaoke platform quickly, don't be obsessed anymore. At your level, even the level of the White Light Sect is not as good as the level of the White Light Sect.

"White light...... Grandmaster?"

When Fang Gang read this name, his heart moved slightly.

I just think this name seems to be heard before.

He frowned and thought carefully.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "By the way, his name is also Bai Guang!"

With this flash of thought, his mind went back to his teenage years, to the nightmare scene of last night......

- The guy with his hair scattered and a hideous face like a ghost was walking step by step towards the grass where Xiao Fanggang was hiding.

At this moment, from the end of the trail dozens of meters away, there was a loud singing.

The lyrics are: The red star shines brightly, and I go to fight...... Go forward and follow the party...... Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are covered with splendid ......

The song was sonorous and heroic, piercing through the clouds and shaking the heart.

The "long-haired ghost" was full of excitement, as if he had been electrocuted.

He stopped, turned his head to look in the direction where the song had come, and said, "It's him, hmph! he's really here......"

His ghostly pale, scarred face gave rise to anger and agitation.

The "long-haired ghost" was breathing rapidly, and it was evident that great anger had arisen in his heart, and he immediately let out a loud cry that looked up to the sky, and the sound was like a thunder with extremely high decibels, which made people feel unspeakably uncomfortable in their ears.

Xiao Fanggang couldn't help but be very curious about the scene that was happening in front of him.

He crouched in the grass and continued to observe.

At this time, a figure appeared on the path dozens of meters away. As the figure approached, Xiao Fanggang gradually saw the face of the comer clearly through the starlight in the sky.

It was a middle-aged man, although he walked a little lame, but his figure was magnificent, especially the face with a mature temperament in the style of Ken Takakura, which made people feel full of righteousness.

The middle-aged man sang as he walked, and as his footsteps approached, the singing became more and more high, and every song he sang had a metallic texture, which was extremely shocking and penetrating.

Undenied, the "long-haired goblin" continued to let out his thunderous roar. Listening closely, it turned out to be like the sound of the copper hammer flower face in Peking Opera, with a certain brightness implied in the dullness.

Xiao Fanggang grew up listening to his grandmother's beautiful singing voice, so he has a special emotion for singing.

At this moment, he witnessed the special contest between the two people in front of him with singing, and his heart was extremely excited.

When the majestic middle-aged man walked nearly four or five meters away from the "long-haired ghost", he stopped, stopped singing, and looked at each other with a pair of sharp eyes with his hands behind his back.

The "long-haired ghost" also stopped roaring like a copper hammer face, and saw that his eyes were full of resentment, and he stared at the middle-aged man opposite in a daze.

The two sides were at a stalemate for about a dozen seconds.

The "long-haired ghost" finally couldn't help but snort, and then said in a low and powerful voice: "Zhang Honghao, I knew you wouldn't miss the appointment, just come, hehe, we should settle the old accounts of the past!"

The middle-aged man with a slender figure shook his head disapprerovingly, and then said in a sonorous voice: "Bai Guang, I don't understand what you mean by old accounts?"

Xiao Fanggang, who was hiding in the grass on the side of the road, only then did he know that one of the two of them was named Zhang Honghao and the other was Bai Guang.

I only heard the hideous-looking white light snort heavily and said: "Not only did you snatch away the junior sister who grew up with my childhood sweetheart, but also took the master's head cavity resonance stunt into one, can't these be considered old accounts?"

"Shut up!" the middle-aged Zhang Honghao said solemnly, "My sister and I love each other and are happy with each other, which has nothing to do with you." ”

Bai Guang's face twitched with anger, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhang Honghao opposite, "You...... You" didn't even say the following.

Zhang Honghao continued: "The master's head cavity resonance technique is not hidden from anyone, he has the same teaching method for both of us. It's just that I patiently figured out every vocal practice link taught by the master, and finally found the essentials of head cavity resonance through the right method, but you always have distractions, in order to achieve speed, you secretly ran to learn art with the bronze hammer flower face of the Peking Opera Troupe, because vocal music and opera have singing methods, you finally confused the skills, resulting in only the empty voice of the flower face, but can no longer produce a comprehensive and extensive three-cavity resonance, this is your own fault, who can blame?"

"You are talking nonsense!" Bai Guang shouted angrily, "You can't even deceive a three-year-old child with this kind of nonsense, you are the last person who was with the master before he died, didn't the pamphlet he carry on his body for many years fall into your hands? Who will believe it!"

"Bai Guang, do you still have the face to say that?" Zhang Honghao suddenly said with a solemn expression, "On the night of the Tanggang earthquake a year ago, the two of us lived together in the room next to the master. At the moment when the sky shook and the earth shook, you didn't go to save the master and his old man, but you only cared about running for your life. If you had been able to work together with me to save people, the master's lumbar spine might not have been broken by the collapsed wall!"

"You're a bloody squirt!" Bai Guang roared, "I woke up in the middle of the night and was dizzy, I didn't see your figure at all, I didn't run down the stairs, there was a fire in the corridor, I ran for my life, and finally I was knocked down, and I was burned by the fire...... Hmph! If it weren't for my fate, I'm afraid I would have died in the earthquake a long time ago! And you, so lucky, not only carried the master away, but also did not suffer such a serious injury as me, but only broke two toes! The surname Zhang, you really have that good life, I later learned that you carried the master to the rescue and refuge center of the armed police force, and the master died of his injuries after several days, and the pamphlet on his body was not given to you, can you still burn it together!"

"White Light, you are pure villain's heart. Zhang Honghao said calmly: "In the master's booklet, in addition to the daily experience record of protecting the throat, it is only the recipe of chrysanthemum tangerine peel honey throat tea and the traditional voice protection method of Italian vocal opera singers - pharyngeal practice manuscript. There is no resonance of the head cavity you imagined at all, and you can take it if you don't believe it. After he finished speaking, he reached out and took out a palm-sized red leather notebook from his pocket, took a few steps forward, and waved his hand two meters away from the white light, throwing the small book to the opposite side.

Bai Guang couldn't wait to reach out and catch the red book.

I saw him staring roundly, holding a small notebook in one hand in front of him, and constantly flipping the pages with the other hand, anxiously searching for the handwriting in the notebook by the starry sky. However, after a long time, he finally looked up to the sky in disappointment and let out a loud roar!

"Is it true that I was born stupid and can't learn to resonate?"

The white light, which was almost crazy, suddenly waved his arm hysterically, and threw the little red book in his hand into the grass on the side of the road with a snort, so as to vent the anger in his heart.

With a "pop" sound, the little red book that was thrown out by the white light from afar coincidentally smashed on the head of Xiao Fanggang hiding in the grass and slid to the ground.

At the same time, I only heard Zhang Honghao shouting angrily: "How can you litter the master's relics?"