"This ...... Can this bamboo really make a tune?"

As soon as the song ended, everyone was still silent in this wonderful bamboo flute song, when suddenly in the crowd, an old man with white hair and white beard excitedly squeezed through the crowd, looked at the bamboo flute held by Ye Xianglun with trembling hands, and said very excitedly.

"Yes, the song just now was indeed played by it!" Ye Xianglun put the bamboo flute on his chest and said confidently.

"Master, Sect Master Wu has already arranged a meal, would you like to go and eat?" A familiar voice came into Ye Xianglun's ears, and after the person who spoke squeezed into the crowd, Ye Xianglun recognized at a glance that it was the man with a big Zhou accent that he met in northern Shu.

The enemy was very red when he saw him, and after the big Zhou man squeezed into the crowd, he also recognized Ye Xianglun at a glance.

"It's you?!" Seeing this, the man in the Great Zhou dialect pointed at Ye Xianglun and said angrily: "Master, it's this kid, it's him who pretends to be your old man's disciple and ruins the reputation of my family, Master, you must let him die without a place to be buried!"

The enemy's eyes were very red when he saw him, and Ye Xianglun also stared at him with eyes like knives since he saw the man with a big Zhou accent. At this moment, the two looked at each other, Ye Xianglun looked directly at the man with a large Zhou dialect without letting go, and even a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Bah! Do you still dare to laugh?" Seeing Ye Xianglun, the man with a big Zhou accent couldn't help but be not afraid at all, and even had a posture of winning in his hand, he was even more angry, and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on Ye Xianglun's front hem, and immediately ran back behind the white-haired old man and said, "Master! He not only pretended to be your old man's disciple to ruin the reputation of our family, but also insulted the little junior sister at the bottom of the mountain, and moreover, he also ...... And insult your old man!"

Ye Xianglun looked down at the thick phlegm on his shirt, and his brows furrowed slightly unnaturally.

"Are you done?" the white-haired old man tightened his old face, obviously very angry.

"...... Return"

The man was just about to speak, when the white-haired old man raised his right hand and slapped him heavily on the face, and after the palm, five bloody palm prints immediately appeared on his face, and he immediately swallowed the rest of the words into his stomach.

"This gentleman, the old man is not strict with his disciples, and I hope that the old man will not be angry!" Seeing his disciple obediently retreat behind him, the white-haired old man's originally tense old face immediately conjured up a flattering smile, "I heard that Mr. was just going to sell this instrument, and the old man dared to buy this instrument from Mr., I wonder if Mr. is willing to sell it to the old man?"

"Green Bamboo Weng!"

"Could he be the Great Zhou Medicine King Green Bamboo Weng?"

When the white-haired old man bowed down and pleaded, above his head, a green bamboo hairpin just appeared to everyone, and some well-informed tourists immediately confirmed the news through this hairpin.

Although the old man himself was quite satisfied with his reputation, it was inevitable that he would still be a little embarrassed to recognize him in such a situation, but fortunately, he had been bowing down at the moment, and no one could see the change in the expression on his face.

"I don't know how much money the old gentleman is willing to pay?" Ye Xianglun knew that the other party was Luzhu Weng undoubtedly, although he had never met Luzhu Weng, but there was some gap with his disciple, in order to find out the truth of the other party, he stood with his hands in his hands and asked noncommittally.

"The old man is willing to give out a thousand amethysts, I don't know if the gentleman is satisfied?" Lu Zhuweng raised his head respectfully, his old face was full of smiles, this smile was like the smile that the old eunuch showed when he served his master, knowing that the other party was not cheating, he couldn't help but be a little shocked in his heart.

"A thousand amethyst?"

"A thousand amethysts buy a bamboo joint, is this old man crazy!"

As soon as Luzhu Weng said this, the crowd immediately fell into a discussion, some of the piano masters who had been treated by Luzhu Weng, although they knew that Luzhu Weng would come to Dashu from time to time to "save the life and help the wounded", but those treatments were paid services, and his price was quite expensive, I heard that Luzhu Weng himself was quite stingy, although he was born to like bamboo, but at this moment he actually asked for a thousand amethyst to buy a piece of bamboo, it is still a little incredible.

"A thousand amethysts! Master, I can't help it! This broken thing is worth a thousand amethysts? This is obviously driving up prices!" After hearing this, the man in the big Zhou dialect shook his hand anxiously.

"A thousand amethyst?"

After Ye Xianglun heard this price, he was also a little moved, you must know that a thousand amethyst is 100,000 times that of a hundred gold coins, and its wealth is enough to mobilize an army, although Luzhu Weng has made a lot of money by practicing medicine unscrupulously over the years, but the money is not spent like this?

"Is Mr. Luzhu sure that he wants to use a thousand amethysts to buy Ye's musical instrument?" Ye Xianglun wanted to confirm again.

"Yes, the old man does want to buy your instrument with a thousand amethyst, but the premise is that you need to sell the piece you just played to the old man!" Lu Zhu Weng's smooth old face showed a hint of a merchant's cunning.

"I turned out to buy the song!"

"Then it's no wonder, although a thousand amethysts are still a bit expensive to buy a piano song, but the repertoire that the young man just played is worth the price!"

After the onlookers heard the true purpose of the green bamboo Weng, they were somewhat abruptly discussed.

"This ......"

Ye Xianglun was embarrassed, and deliberately stayed on Luzhu Weng's face. Finding that after Luzhu Weng heard his hesitation, his left face trembled slightly, but he kept a smile on his face calmly, Ye Xianglun knew that Luzhu Weng was willing to pay a greater price in order to buy this song.

"Sir, can you still save my friend's injury?" Ye Xianglun said as he drew the green bamboo Weng's gaze to Ye Chen.

"Mr. This friend's injury, if it is placed more than a month ago, the old man can still try hard, now the broken tendon has scabbed, if you want to heal, it is no less difficult than coming back to life, within Dashu, I am afraid that only Nanjiang Medical Immortal can heal!" Lu Zhu Weng leaned over to examine Ye Chen's injury, shook his head with a little regret, and then seemed to be unwilling to say, "If Mr. just wants this friend to resume walking, the old man can also be assisted by some medicinal materials, maybe within three or five years, let him move freely, I don't know ...... sir."

After Ye Xianglun heard Lu Zhuweng's words, he was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart, Ye Chen, as a violinist, spent his hands, which was tantamount to ruining his life, in my Ye Xianglun, I would never allow this to happen!

Now, if you want to heal Ye Chen, only the road of Nanjiang Medical Immortal is feasible, but as I saw along the way, there are so many pianists who come to Nanjiang to seek medical treatment, if you want to let Nanjiang Medical Immortal treat him, I am afraid it will be a little difficult, not to mention that there is a village of people looking forward to his salvation in Beishu.

"Perhaps, this trip to Nanjiang may have to return with regrets!" Ye Xianglun thought helplessly.

"Mr. Ye?" Seeing that Ye Xianglun was silent, Lu Zhuweng reminded again.

"Anyway, it's always good to have more amethysts with you!" Ye Xianglun thought to himself, "The pianists who came to congratulate him all the way prepared congratulatory gifts, these amethysts are better than nothing, if Nanjiang Yixian really loves to have musical instruments, I can't help but give the harmonica, it's better than this simple bamboo flute, right?"

Ye Xianglun made up his mind in his heart, so he no longer hesitated, knowing in his heart that Luzhu Weng wanted to fight for it, he might as well take the opportunity to make a small profit, so he said calmly: "Since Mr. Luzhu has additional conditions, then Ye Mou also has to attach one!"

"Sir, please speak!" After seeing that there was still hope, Lu Zhuweng could no longer hide the joy in his heart, and said happily, "If Mr. insists on healing, the old man is willing to recuperate for this friend's note every month, which can speed up his recovery schedule!"

"This matter doesn't take much trouble for Mr. Luzhu, but Mr. Luzhu, a disciple, when he was in Beishu, had colluded with his sect disciples to murder Ye and others, Ye Mou couldn't swallow this breath, and asked Mr. Luzhu to deal with it fairly!" Ye Xianglun changed his words, and pointed the spearhead directly at the Great Zhou Qin Master beside Luzhu Weng.

"Son, kneel down for me!" Mr. Luzhu turned to look at him, glaring at the big Zhou man behind him with round eyes.

"Master, this ...... He ...... "When the man with a big Zhou accent saw the angry face of the respected master, his face was full of panic.

"Rebel, don't kneel down yet!" said Lu Zhuweng angrily.

"Poof-" Seeing this, the man with a large Zhou accent weakened his legs, and his arrogance when he just squeezed into the crowd disappeared immediately, and he fell to the ground and never dared to raise his head again.

"I don't know what Mr. Ye wants the old man to do with this rebel?" Luzhu Weng asked Ye Xianglun for instructions.

"Mr. Luzhu has his own set of rules for disciplining his disciples, how can Ye intervene?" Ye Xianglun's tone was like a colleague who didn't care about himself, and then continued, "This is Ye's additional condition!"

"The old man understands!"

Lu Zhuweng confessed to Ye Xianglun, then walked to the side of the man with a big Zhou accent and said sternly: "If you don't obey the teacher's orders, corrupt the teacher, collude with the same party, and kill the innocent!" According to the rules of this sect, you need to cut off your hands and expel the teacher, Yu Datong, can you plead guilty?"

"Master, the apprentice doesn't dare, for the sake of the disciple who has been following the master for more than 20 years, you can spare the apprentice once!" After hearing this, the man with a big Zhou accent hugged the thigh of the green bamboo Weng and cried.

"Dang Chang—"

A sharp bamboo knife fell to the ground, and Lu Zhu Weng frowned and said coldly: "Do you still want to do it for the teacher?"

The man with a big Zhou tone looked at the bright bamboo knife in front of him, and he had always been lawless, as if he had only realized that this catastrophe was inevitable. As his crotch became wet, the man with a large Zhou cavity fell to the ground softly.

"Master, please spare Senior Brother, Mr. Ye, for the sake of the little girl, you can persuade Master to spare my Senior Brother!" Seeing that the contradiction came to this, the little junior sister who had not spoken in the crowd finally couldn't help but jump in front of the master and pleaded.