Mingzhu's five-stringed pipa brought endless inspiration to Qianshan Xue, and he quickly recomposed the song of "Partridge Heaven", and then found musicians and dancers to prepare to rearrange "The General's Banquet".

This time, Qianshanxue was full of confidence, and felt that another famous song that had been passed down through the ages was going to be done by himself, but he soon found that things were not as he thought.

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"Wrong, wrong!"

Qian Shanxue slammed the drum hard, and her eyes scanned angrily at the musicians in front of the hall, who lowered their heads one by one, their bodies trembled slightly, and their expressions were frightened and uneasy.

The dancers in the hall also retreated to the side in fear, like sinners waiting for judgment, fearful and colorless.

No one knows who Qian Shanxue is talking about, but they all know very well that Qianshan Xue is a very demanding person, his requirements are almost harsh, even in the band, even if there is a lobby drum accompaniment, he can still clearly hear who played the wrong note from the many vocal and vocal parts!

Qianshanxue walked quickly to a musician, looked down at her condescendingly, and said coldly: "Are you dead?"

This musician is holding a pipa in her arms, trembling like chaff, she is none other than the musician who was killed by a thousand mountains and snow during the rehearsal of "Saijiangnan".

She lowered her head, tears in her eyes, terrified to the extreme, and her cry choked in her throat but did not dare to come out.

Qianshan Xue couldn't help but roar: "You are deaf!!Answer me!!Are you dead!!"

The musician nodded subconsciously, but quickly shook his head.

Qianshan Xue grabbed the musician's hair, pulled her whole person up, like a chicken, pulled her neck back, tears fell like broken pearls, she shook her head desperately, whined and cried lowly, and didn't dare to speak.

Qianshan Xue said angrily: "Shake your head for a while, nod your head for a while! Are you kidding me!"

The maid shook her head desperately and cried, "The slave doesn't dare!"

Qianshan Xue said angrily: "Ten times in the queue, you are wrong five times! Even a pig is much smarter than you! What use do you say!"

The maid cried, "Slaves and maids should die!"

Qianshan Xue smiled and said, "Yes, you really deserve to die!"

After that, as soon as he raised his hand, he was about to slap it over.

At this time, the surrounding musicians and dancers all covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound, lest they anger the angry demon and cause death.

The flowers that bloom in the nursery in the backyard of the mansion can tell them what will happen to those who anger Qianshan Xue.

Seeing that Qianshan Xue raised his hand was about to be a slap, it looked like it was just a slap in the face, but there was never a person alive under Qianshan Xue's palm.

If this slap continues, this maid will definitely die!

Seeing that Qianshan Xue's slap was about to be slapped, the maid also closed her eyes in resignation, and at this time, a voice suddenly sounded next to her: "Young Master!

Qian Shanxue's palm hovered less than an inch away from the maid's cheek, and he turned his head to look at Mingzhu who was speaking, his eyes were faint like a wolf: "What did you say?"

Mingzhu was also trembling with fear, she knelt on the ground, endured her fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Please young master...... Be merciful!"

Qianshan Xue stared at Mingzhu, didn't speak for a long time, the air in the field seemed to be frozen, the atmosphere was so depressing and tense that it was suffocating, and one dancer even fainted as soon as his eyes were closed, so the dancer next to him quickly supported her with his body and didn't let her fall.

Mingzhu felt a terrifying pressure overwhelmingly, and her heart seemed to be held by someone, making her unable to breathe or breathe, her face was pale, and her lips trembled slightly!

Qian Shanxue threw down the maid in her hand, walked to Mingzhu step by step, stared at her, and her voice was cold and full of murderous aura: "Do you think...... If you invent the five-string lute, you can be pampered and proud?"

Mingzhu was so frightened that tears fell, and she shook her head vigorously: "The slave doesn't dare!"

Qian Shanxue squatted down, held Mingzhu's chin with one hand, and stared at her like a knife: "Do you think you are so great that you can give orders to me?"

Mingzhu shook her head desperately: "The slave maid is compared with the young master, just like the firefly compared to the bright moon!

Qian Shanxue sneered: "Who gave you the guts?"

Mingzhu said in a trembling voice: "Biluo is just ...... It's just that there is bereavement, and my heart is sad and flustered. The young master is the number one in the world, so he naturally knows that his mind is flustered, and the sound of the piano is naturally flustered, so he ......"

Qianshan Xue said angrily: "Is this the reason!!She lost her relatives and died, what does it matter to me!!Do you know how much time she delayed me because of her!!"

Mingzhu didn't dare to answer, but choked with fright, and everyone else lowered their heads, some of their eyes were full of grief and indignation, and some were sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

They all know that of course this has something to do with Qianshan Xue!

Before the bell rang, Qianshan Xue desperately rehearsed "Saijiangnan" and wanted to show his face in front of Zhao Feiyue, when he slapped the musician to death in anger because of a musician's playing error, and the musician he sent to replace him with his finger was none other than the dead musician's sister: Biluo!

In other words, it is none other than Qianshan Xue who makes Biluo feel bereavement!

Can...... Who would dare to say this to Qianshan Xue?

Tell Qianshan Xue: Biluo's sister was killed by you with one palm, and the fundamental reason why she played wrong was because of you!

Whoever says these words will surely die!

With Qianshan Xue's character, how could he possibly admit this?

Even...... He didn't even know the relationship between Biluo and the Dead Musician.

In his eyes, they weren't even people, not a bunch of living beings.

They are his property, objects at his disposal, and even ...... It's a group of ants! This can be seen from the fact that Qianshan Xue has lived with them for so long, but still doesn't know the relationship between them!

Qian Shanxue pinched Mingzhu's cheek and said with a cruel smile: "Don't think that if you invent the five-string pipa, I will look at you differently, and you can be pampered and proud! Don't forget what kind of identity you are! Ants dare to point fingers?"

Mingzhu lowered her head and cried: "The slave knows that she is wrong, but the slave and the maid don't dare!"

Qianshan Xue snorted coldly, got up, looked down at Mingzhu condescendingly, and said: "For the sake of your invention of the five-stringed pipa, spare your life this time! Next time! Hmph, if there is a next time, do you know the consequences?"

Mingzhu kowtowed desperately: "The slave and maid thank the young master for not killing him, the slave and the maid know that the slave and the maid will not commit it again!"

At this time, Mingzhu really understood that Qianshan Xue was still the moody, murderous and unblinking Qianshan Xue, and the appearance and talent of "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world" is just his surface, and under this surface, is a murderous and ruthless soul that cares about human life.

Qian Shanxue glanced at her with disgust, then flicked her sleeves, and her long sleeves brushed the edge of the lobby drum, and the lobby drum immediately turned into powder, and the dust was sprinkled and scattered.

After the snow swept away, everyone took a breath, feeling that they had turned back before the ghost gate closed and survived.

And Biluo also collapsed to the ground at this time, crying in a low voice.

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After Qianshan Xue left the lobby, he soon saw a monk wearing a Tibetan Jin Pavilion monk's uniform greet him and said, "Senior brother!"

Qian Shanxue glanced at him, and immediately remembered the junior brother who wanted to see him, and he said unhappily: "What's the matter?"

The junior disciple said in a low voice, "Senior brother of the Hidden Sword Pavilion...... Knocked out!"

Qianshan Xue was stunned for a moment and said, "How is this possible!"

With a flattering smile on his face, the junior disciple said, "It's true! He was eliminated by Liu Xuanqing!"

Qianshan Xue said: "Liu Xuanqing, who is this?" But he quickly continued: "Who did the tricks? Why did you eliminate him?"

This junior disciple was stunned for a moment, how dare he tell the truth, he just smiled and said: "Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and the Hidden Sword Pavilion has been degraded for a long time, and its Excellency disciple has long been unable to do it." After many years, it is not strange that the senior brother has such a record. ”

Qianshan Xue is just arrogant and tall, but he is not stupid, how can he not see that this person in front of him is hiding words?

He sneered: "A bunch of waste! I tell you, don't play any more tricks! Let the people of the Hidden Sword Pavilion rush up desperately! Especially that Li Chengfeng! The higher he rushes, the worse I will let him die in the future in the Battle of Heavenly Pavilion!!"