On the side of the West Lake, the sunset is warm, the breeze is coming, and the bamboo leaves are fluttering.

In the quiet courtyard, a handsome young man wearing a scribe's uniform sat alone in the pavilion in the courtyard, elegantly caressing the guqin.

The beautiful scenery of the good day, the picturesque boy, the crane's head guqin, a good picture of the scholar caressing the qin.

But when the piano sounds, the painting style becomes a little weird.

After all, the rhythm of the two tigers really doesn't match this ancient era at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Even an old servant sweeping the floor not far away frowned when he heard it, and unconsciously swept farther and farther.

Zheng!

One song is finished.

Zuo Yi was not only angry in his chest, but he was even more blocked, and he couldn't wait to find someone to fight.

"A bunch of ignorant sour people! In less than twenty years you will all be dead...... Slave, I'm embarrassed to look down on me Zuo Yi, hmph, the master still doesn't look down on you......"

It is said that just this morning, his teacher, Mr. Ping Zhang, invited a group of teachers and students from the academy to hold a literary meeting on the West Lake Painting Boat.

At the beginning, the literary meeting was quite smooth, and a group of gentlemen and students read a few passages of sage articles from time to time, scolding Wei Zhongxian and his lackeys, or pointing out the texture of the country, and the atmosphere was warm and unpleasant.

But halfway through, I don't know if it's a coincidence, a fugitive who escaped from the Jinyiwei prison got into the painting boat and messed up the good Wenhui.

The fugitive was a lawless and reckless man, who not only occupied Mr. Pingzhang's confidante in public, but also slapped Mr. Pingzhang's big mouth fiercely, and removed most of his loose old teeth, which shocked the teachers and students of the academy and put everyone in danger.

Mr. Pingzhang also has a bit of a literati backbone, he is actually mighty and unyielding, and he is still scolding the reckless man vaguely, so that the reckless man will trample him to death when he is angry.

At this moment of crisis, Zuo Yi, who had been pretending to be a good student, couldn't help but make a move.

After all, in order to worship Mr. Pingzhang as a teacher, his mother spent six hundred taels of silver.

It's only been less than half a year since I apprenticed, and if this old man died, the six hundred taels of silver would be lost.

Zuo Yi has been practicing the family heirloom sword pile since he was a child, and he has a lot of skills, he casually dismantled a chair leg as a sword, and sacrificed a sword splitting style, which hit the back of the reckless man's head and stunned him on the spot.

Just at this time, Jinyiwei arrived and dragged the fugitive away.

It was the end of the matter.

But Ren Zuoyi never dreamed that the next thing was the beginning of his bad luck.

Instead of being treated like a hero, he was completely isolated.

All this is because he exposed the roots of martial arts!

What era is it now?

It is now the third year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse, the peak era of literati, and the era when martial arts are much despised.

Zuo Yi's hometown is in other places, he has moved to Hangzhou for less than ten years, and he has just entered the school, many classmates are jealous of his good-looking and rich, this time he exposed his martial arts at first glance, and was immediately marked by teachers and classmates with eye-catching labels "a martial artist" and "businessman inferior son".

He is like a black sheep in the white flock, full of eye-catching, and for a time everyone despises him and is ashamed to be with him......

What made him even more angry was that Mr. Ping Zhang, who was saved by him, did not thank him, nor did he help him say half a good word, but sarcastically mocked him, and announced on the spot that he would be expelled from the door and expelled from the academy.

Well, these Zuo Yi can still bear it, as long as they don't have the same knowledge as them.

What he couldn't bear was that Mr. Pingzhang expelled him from the door, and he didn't even refund the tuition!

That's six hundred taels of silver for a white flower! In this year when the people are not living well, it is enough to marry a dozen concubines.

It's just unbearable, it's unbearable!

"If I go again tomorrow, I must get my tuition back, otherwise I can't swallow this breath!"

"If that old thing makes up his mind not to give it, hum, I will go and report to Jinyiwei that he sympathizes with the Donglin Party and slanders Wei's father-in-law, and I don't believe that Dongchang and Jinyiwei don't give him a layer of skin, and this is not wronged him......"

Zuo Yi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he secretly made up his mind.

His arrival in this world was only an accident.

In his heart, whether it is the Eunuch Party or the Donglin Party, or even most people in this era, he has no good feelings, because they will all become slaves of the country.

As for whether he will be completely left out of the literati circle because of this incident, he doesn't care at all.

After all, he was not interested in those boring poems and articles, and he was really tired in the past few years.

He just hoped that his father would not be wasted by working hard outside to run a business and save a few hundred taels of silver.

It's just that it's hard to study in Hangzhou now, how can I tell my mother......

Zuo Yi sighed, he couldn't learn literature, he had no way to learn martial arts, and he didn't want to do business, so he was a little confused for a while.

Unconsciously, his hands stroked the piano again, and a passionate and beautiful melody gradually floated over the small courtyard.

This is his favorite piece in his previous life, called Xiaoao Jianghu Qin and Xiao Ensemble.

In his previous life, he only knew a little about music.

But in this life, under the influence of his mother, Zuo Yi, who was only fifteen years old, was already proficient in music, especially in the piano, and was also given a qin yuan by Mr. Ping Zhang.

It's just that now this table has been withdrawn.

The song of Xiaoao Jianghu has been played by Zuo Yi over the years, and with the sound of the piano, it seems that there is a clear picture scroll slowly spreading out between heaven and earth.

In that picture scroll, the morning sun is rising, the clouds are evacuating, and a weak-crowned young man in white clothes steps into the rivers and lakes with a sword, encountering many twists and turns along the way, but the more frustrated he becomes, the more courageous he becomes, and gradually fades away from the green, and the edge is revealed.

The rivers and lakes are in turmoil.

The distinction between good and evil, love and hatred, all ask the sword in the palm of the hand, until it becomes famous in the world, such as the bright sun in the sky, shining thousands of miles......

The sound of the piano is full of Zuo Yi's longing for the rivers and lakes, and it is also full of his yearning for martial arts.

That's right, no matter in his previous life or present life, Zuo Yi is a martial arts fan, and he is a hardcore fan.

The old servant in the distance, at some point, had stopped sweeping the floor, and quietly stopped to look at the sky, his eyes were misty, as if he was recalling the white-clothed heroine who had forgotten him in the rivers and lakes......

Zuo Yizheng played selflessly, and suddenly, a beautiful and tactful flute sound came, which matched the sound of the piano, and it was actually the song of Xiaoao Jianghu.

Zuo Yi was surprised in his heart, but he didn't stop, and he played faster and faster.

It's hard to find a confidant, it's hard to find a soulmate, and if someone can really play a song with him, it's not a bad thing.

It's just that the piano and flute ensemble only lasted for a short while, and the two of them stopped together, and the world was quiet again.

This is because although the two have the same rhythm, their artistic conceptions are very different.

Zuo Yi's piano sound is bright and exciting, like the rising sun, and like the young swordsman who has just entered the rivers and lakes and is high-spirited, he has been sharpening his sword for ten years and is eager to try his edge.

And the sound of the flute, with a hint of vicissitudes of life, reveals the boredom of the killing in the rivers and lakes and the nostalgia for the ordinary life, which seems to have the meaning of retreat.

It's like eating watermelon and drinking duck soup, which doesn't taste right.

Zuo Yi stopped playing the piano, walked out of the pavilion, raised his eyes to look at the place where the sound of the flute came from, but couldn't help but shrink his eyes: "it! Master?"

I saw that on the top of a willow tree outside the courtyard, an old man in black with an elegant temperament and extraordinary demeanor was dropping the bamboo flute from his mouth.

He looked at Zuo Yi condescendingly, with a hint of doubt and appreciation in his old eyes.

The willow tree was four or five meters high, and the old man actually stood at the end of the tree lightly, which almost blinded Zuo Yi's titanium alloy dog eyes.

Thinking of what the old man played just now, it is also a song of smiling and proud rivers and lakes......

Zuo Yi's heart suddenly surged, and he looked forward to it: "Could it be that I didn't come to the serious Ming Dynasty, but to the world of Xiaoao Jianghu? If that's the case, it's much more interesting!"

He was about to say hello, but the old man had already taken the first step to speak: "Little brother, you are young and have extraordinary piano skills, which is really rare.

The old man would like to ask, can the little brother be surnamed Liu, or do you know Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan faction?"

Hengshan faction Liu Zhengfeng?

Zuo Yi's eyes lit up slightly, and he was a little more sure of his guess.

If nothing else, this old man should be Qu Yang, the right envoy of the Sun and Moon God Sect.

I just don't know how far the plot of Xiaoao Jianghu has progressed.

However, seeing that Qu Yang is still alive and well, Liu Zhengfeng should not have been wiped out, and the big drama in Hengshan City should not have been staged......

At this moment, Zuo Yi was thinking in his heart, Qu Yang was also a first-class master in Xiaoao, and he had a very high status in the Demon Sect, if he could have a good relationship with him, maybe he could easily pull him into the martial arts, and he could also realize his martial arts dream......

He replied respectfully: "The junior is named Zuo Yi, and he doesn't know Liu Zhengfeng. I wonder why the old gentleman asked this question?"

"Huh! That's weird!"

The old man was slightly stunned, stroked his long beard, and asked suspiciously: "I hope the little brother will tell me, where did you get this score?"

Zuo Yi said: "The old gentleman asked, and the younger generation didn't dare not answer, this song was actually overheard by me."

When I first heard this song that day, the younger generation only felt that this song was like the fairy sound of the Divine Comedy, which should only exist in the sky, and should not exist in this turbid world.

It's a pity that the younger generation is not blessed enough, and I didn't have the opportunity to know the name of this song, let alone get to know the person who played the piano and flute, which is really a big pity for the younger generation!"

For his own martial arts training plan, Zuo Yi also fought hard.

In order to match his words, his face appropriately showed an expression of pain and regret.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, his acting skills are still quite online, and it is in vain that he ran in Hengdian for three months in his last life.

"Hahahaha! I see. ”

The old man laughed heartily when he heard this, and seemed to see Zuo Yi more pleasing to the eye, he stroked his beard and said: "Little brother, you don't have to regret it, don't hide it, this song is created by the old man Qu Yang and my brother Liu Zhengfeng, named Xiaoao Jianghu."

Maybe it was the last time I played with Liu Xiandi, you accidentally listened to it, but it was a beautiful thing. ”

"Smiling proud rivers and lakes, good name!"

Zuo Yi pretended to be surprised: "It turns out that you are the original author of this song, old man!"

That's great, you've been admired for a long time!

Mr. Qu, please deign to sit in our house today, so that the younger generations can enjoy the friendship of the landlord, and by the way, give the younger generations a chance to ask for Yiyin Rhythm!"