Some monks who supported the Liuqu people were dissatisfied with Bai Xingjian's appearance, and a tall and thin man teased: "Poetry is good poetry, I'm afraid you won't be able to play such a good song!"

The subtlety of the poems is that even people who don't understand poetry know the loftiness of their artistic conception. If you are vain, I am afraid that no one will want to do such a shameful thing.

"Little white face, it's your turn! If you can't play it, hehe, don't do it with Master Song, I'm going to beat you to pieces!"

"Playing a tune, I won't do anything?"

"Hehe," the man sneered, and continued, "you won't, and if you don't, I'll pull out your tongue." ”

Bai Xingjian looked at the women around him, and said with a warm smile: "Fortunately, I will." Seeing Bai Xingjian's smile, the hearts of these girls softened

"Lord Bai is still so humorous......"

……

Bai Xingjian suddenly bowed down, bowed to the middle-aged man who wrote the poem, and said: "The mountain and the wild horseman, I don't know the rhythm of music, I am willing to listen to the teachings of Mr. ”

"Childe is polite. The middle-aged man was also embarrassed.

Everyone saw that Bai Xingjian's behavior was extraordinary, every word and deed, there was a rhyme of detachment, some impartial people, their hearts were all happy, Song Yun looked at Bai Xingjian with a complicated expression.

Bai Xingjian took out a purple jade flute, which was crystal clear in color, shining in red light, dazzling to the eye. The sound of the flute moved, and people's earlier expectations were shattered.

The sound of the flute is messy!

Someone shouted: "Aren't you playing indiscriminately!

"It's really humiliating!

……

The abuse below was endless, but Bai Xingjian was still enjoying himself, and from time to time he threw a few winks to amuse the girls around him.

"Damn, why is this birdman like this. "Some people are not happy to see this, isn't this just relying on a little white face to "come nonsense"?

"What kind of flute sound is this, this is clearly a gong and drum. ”

"White-haired, are you here to play tricks on us!"

Playing the first song, it was like a breeze, but the scolding and scolding around did not stop, but slowly, the sound of the flute gradually had a melody.

Play the second song, the colorful clouds are four, like the sound of the song flute, like the spring breeze green over the field, like the rain shoots falling into the shell of the bamboo forest, like the sound of frogs responding, like the sound of lapping the shore waves, and like children chasing kites. Like the forest in the early morning, all kinds of chirping......

"What is this man blowing this time, how is it like coaxing a doll to sleep! ”

"I'll go, how does this seem to be when people hold a funeral, he blows a happy event, he!"

"Hey, white-haired, are you here to be funny!" someone shouted.

Many people's cheeks can't help but be piled up with smiles, accusatory laughter and scolding, and before they know it, the original duet seems to have changed its taste.

"Haha, the third crane, my old bear obeys you!"

Xiong Yutian laughed heartily, and cooperated with Sima Jian unconsciously became very tacit, at first he looked down on the person behind the ****, but he also didn't know when he saw Hong Yuan eating deflated under Sima Jian's yin and felt very happy.

"Haha, old black brother, cut him!" Sima Jian held a short knife in both hands, this was a set of fast knives, which was very suitable for Sima Jian's ghostly hands.

……

Hu Yan Shijie sneered: "Hmph, grandstanding. ”

"No, you don't. Su Yang responded, although he was not good at music, he also vaguely guessed what Bai Xingjian wanted to express.

"I don't need to understand this, as long as I'm invincible!" said Huyan Shijie.

They have fought hundreds of rounds, but in terms of fists and feet, Huyan Shijie has less than half the upper hand, among the four masters, he is good at hand-to-hand combat, and he is even more aware of the Qingzi nine dozen city characters and eighteen broken through, known as the Qingcheng Mountain disciples of the past generations, can reach the height of the ancestor of this style!

"When the sound of the flute falls, it will be when you die!" Su Yang said coldly.

"I want to see if you have this ability, hehe, it's okay, let you see something new!" Hu Yan Shijie was already moved with killing intent at this moment.

The sound of the flute was endless, and in the face of everyone's reaction, Bai Xingjian was still smiling, dancing, and enjoying himself with the women.

Song Yun listened to the sound of the flute and fell into deep thought at this moment, there was no light in his eyes, staring at the strings, as if he had lost his soul......

On the other hand, the middle-aged man in white who wrote the poem, he laughed very happily, and unconsciously shook his head along with the melody.

"Wonderful......" The man in white smiled.

The sound of the flute gradually changed, and when the third song was played, everyone was dumb at some point.

The accusation was gone, and I saw the white cranes in pairs, flying and dancing in the air, and the peacocks were several pairs, perched in front of the cliff. A hundred birds chirp for a while.

"This ......"

……

The sound of the flute continued, the battle between Xiong Defeated Heaven Sima Jian and Hong Yuan was almost over, and many people who focused on fighting were thrilling, no less than the previous Xiong Defeated Heaven and Zhu Jie.

Xiong Yutian fought back and forth with three moves, but these three moves shocked Hong Yuan. The first move swept thousands of armies like a sweep, the second move rode the wind and waves, and the third move ......

"Two little ghosts, how can you defeat my sword technique!" Hong Yuan shouted, venting the grievances in his heart at once!

He held a knife in both hands, a pen on his feet, and painted with spiritual power, and in an instant, under his feet, there were a few spiritual power drawings, and with a bang, his feet sank under the rocks!

"Xu Lang's eleven knives!"

Someone recognized the sword technique that Hong Yuan was about to perform!

Hong Yuan performed a set of knife techniques, which was the mastery of the Great Yan Palace, "Xu Lang Eight Knives", which was created by the great sages of the Great Yan Palace.

This sword technique is what this person has learned from his heart, but it is a pity that he was defeated by the Canglan Sword Ancestor in the final battle. Later, the Canglan Sword Ancestor bravely crowned the world and won the Mandate of Heaven.

"Xu Lang's eleven knives, then let you see my knife. Sima Jian sneered, his two knives crossed in front of his chest, there was a loud bang at the hilt, and a chain suddenly connected the two short knives, and they were about to make the final decisive battle.

"Pony thief! cut him!" the hair on Xiong Defeat's arm turned golden again, and the roar was bursting, and the ears of the people who were shocked hurt by it.

……

"What a rude fake. ”

At this moment, Bai Xingjian's sound has stopped, and the surrounding white cranes are in pairs, flying and dancing in the air, and the peacocks are several pairs, perched in front of the cliff. For a while, a hundred birds and a hundred birds chirped, and the immortals pointed the way to the peak, which seemed to have become a garden of a hundred flowers, and the joy was not dispersed.

"Fairy Yi, is the sound of the flute okay?" Bai Xingjian suddenly smiled and asked the fairy who was not far away, only to see the woman with her head bowed, white-necked and jade-looking, extremely beautiful. The crowd didn't dare to look at it much, and they were ashamed of themselves.

"This gentleman, I didn't lose your face. Bai Xingjian suddenly asked with a smile.

"Good. ”

The middle-aged man bowed his head, stroked his beard, and replied with a warm smile.

"Sir, you have said two good songs, which one is better?" someone asked, and his question was also what many people thought, and the two played it, one sad and one happy, but both were ingenious and full of deep meaning. It's hard to tell.

The middle-aged man looked at the man slowly and replied with a smile:

"Does it matter? ”

……

The sound of the flute has stopped, and Su Yang said, "We also need to have an understanding!"

"Understood?!That's what it means!" Hu Yan Shijie yelled, leaving a trail of blood on his forehead, making his resolute face look a little hideous.

(End of chapter)