"Moon String Piano Master, why are you so happy? Could it be that the girl you said brought someone to Fengchao Pavilion to make trouble again? . Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Seeing that the corners of the Yuexian Piano Master's mouth suddenly curved slightly, the Nine Treasures Daoist couldn't help asking.

"Indeed, it was Zhu Liwan who brought people to Fengchao Pavilion to make trouble, and the identity of the person he brought this time is not small, he is the disciple of the three elders of the Mo clan, Mo Wen, the ninth flame of the real person list, and the ignorance of the dark flame Mo Wusheng." The moonstring violin master said.

"Now that the time has come, since there is fate, Yuexianzi, it is time for you to collect Zhu Liwan as a disciple." Yang Xianzi looked at the detailed records of the Xuanhui Realm Palace about Mo Wusheng, and said: "Mo Wusheng's son is extraordinary, and his teacher, Mo Wen, the third elder of the Mo clan, also said in Rumian Mountain that Mo Wusheng was allowed to worship others as teachers and join the sect of the Alien Realm. If you can, let Mo Wusheng join our Heavenly String Sect. ”

The Yuexian qin master said: "With the teacher's brother's orders, the Yuexianzi will do his best." ”

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"Are you really going to do this?"

Yang Li threw a Qiankun bag to Xuanzhen, the second palace master of Yingwen Palace, and said: "Over the years, I have been too obsessed with the position of the lord of the Great Palace, forgetting that the real position of power is based on strength, Han Zifei left Yingwen Palace, the dissolution of the Covering Cloud Ridge and the matter of the Candle Desert City made me completely sober, Yiluo Realm now has a lot of opportunities, of course I have to leave the Yingwen Palace to fight." ”

"In that case, take me with you, so that at least I can help you by your side." Xuan Zhen said seriously.

"If you leave with me, what will happen to the many disciples of Yingwen Palace." Yang Li frowned and said.

Xuanzhen took the Qiankun bag and said with a smile: "Rub a copy of the exercises and classics in this Qiankun bag that are not too important and leave them to fend for themselves, and we will leave with the original." If the Yingwen Palace is unfortunately destroyed, the two of us will be the founding patriarchs of the mountain, so why not build another Yingwen Palace. ”

Yang Li nodded and said, "That's fine, but the first thing I did after I left was to secretly spread Mo Wusheng and get the token of the greedy emperor, so whether to go with me or not, you better think about it carefully." ”

"The token of the greedy emperor has fallen into the hands of the Mo clan, and you still don't give up."

"I can't get anything, and they Mo Clan don't want to make Mo Wusheng's opportunity too easy."

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Open the pavilion and invite Yashi, close your eyes and enjoy the gorgeous clothes. Kneading the strings and phoenixes to come to the court, who listens to the flute?

Zhu Liwan is extremely sorry for Mo Wusheng now, because Zhu Liwan didn't know until now that she had been working against the famous Moon String Piano Master of the Yiluo Realm.

In the past, Zhu Liwan brought musicians to Fengchao Pavilion to find trouble, competing for Luanyu, but the Yuexian piano master never paid attention to it, but just sent the musicians of Fengchao Pavilion to deal with it, silently waiting for the good time to accept apprentices. As soon as Mo Wusheng came, the moon string violinist accepted the challenge and officially announced his identity to everyone.

Knowing that his Lou Zi was poked up, Zhu Li didn't dare to see Mo Wusheng at night.

After all, Mo Wusheng only uses music to clear his mind and calm his mind, and there is no need to fight for his heart, so although Mo Wusheng feels pressured to be the name of the moon string violinist, he is not afraid. If Mo Wusheng knew that Zhu Liwan didn't dare to come to see him because of this incident, he would definitely clap his hands and praise him, and he would be happy and happy.

Sitting quietly in the guest compartment of Fengchao Pavilion, Mo Wusheng knew that the one who came to the Wutong Pavilion in the Sky Hanging Pavilion on the pond was just the doppelganger of the Yuexian Piano Master.

Even if he was invited to the Feng Dynasty Pavilion of the hundred Zhile Scholars, none of them came to him Mo Wusheng, and Mo Wusheng would not care.

This is mainly because Mo Wusheng has been infused with Mo ideology since he was a child, and he will only pay attention to the opinions of five types of people: clansmen, family members, mentors, true friends and enemies.

Deyue string qin master signaled, Feng Dynasty Pavilion Lord opened the furnace to burn incense, Wutong Pavilion suddenly smoked, such as the fairy pavilion in the painting, falling into the mortal and not stained with dust.

The bright light falls, affected by the smoke, reflected in the lotus pool, the streamer changes, and each room is like a blue wave cave sky.

Knowing that the music of the moon string pianist will start, even if the beautiful scenery is picturesque, it is not as good as the sound of yearning in the heart, the elegant people have silenced, closed their eyes and listened, and the needles in the Fengchao Pavilion can be heard for a while.

The moonstring pianist twists the strings lightly, and the first sound of the strings sounds, like the first appearance of the warm sun, the first melting of ice and snow, and the disintegration of people's cold hearts.

Gradually, the string sound is like a spring breeze caressing the environment, so that the ice and snow are turned into water and moisten the earth. The green buds of the grass dye the mountains, and the flowers are not shy. Suddenly, a thousand birds are singing, colorful butterflies are dancing, and romantic men and women kiss hand in hand.

Gradually, the sound of autumn cicadas, the stone felling, and the machine chirping brocade fluttering. Eat the treasures in the mountains, drink the brew of a hundred flowers, gallop during the play, and look at each other when returning.

The string sound fades away, the snow falls, the sky is white, and the lights in a house are difficult to turn on again.

Dacheng music, hearing it attracts people to enter the country, and the aftermath lingers for three days, but it does not make people addicted.

At this time, the sound of the strings had long stopped, but the Feng Dynasty Pavilion was in a silence, and no one broke it.

Zhu Liwan came back to his senses, and the first thought in his heart was that this song should only be in the sky, and then Mo Wusheng would lose.

Slightly excited, Zhu Liwan accidentally touched the teacup on the table and made a sound, breaking the silence of Feng Chao Pavilion.

The crowd returned to their senses and applauded, and the more they used the beautiful praises, the less they used.

"Moon string violinist, I don't know what the name of this song is? Written by whom? Mo Wusheng asked.

The Yuexian qin master said: "The name of this song is "Bai Lu Yin", written by the Jade Cicada Immortal, and I am fortunate to have it. ”

Although Wusheng can't play such a masterpiece as "Bai Luyin", he will not admit defeat so easily. Wusheng has encountered a lot of opportunities this year, and even a mountain tune, please appreciate the moon string piano master. After the words fell, Mo Wusheng stepped out of the passenger compartment, holding the Xiayu purple flute, standing in front of the white lotus pond.

Although Mo Wusheng's move is frivolous, Yayin is casual, and the musician naturally has no blame for it, and he also listens to Mo Wusheng's happiness.

The sound of the flute rises, such as walking in the mountains and forests at night in the rain, gradually listening to the sound of bananas, hearing the wind and caressing the leaves, and ding dong Linlin.

The flute sound is abundant, there are frogs chirping and wolves roaring, and tigers and apes are flying.

The flute is fun, the crickets are fighting, and the phoenixes are singing.

The flute music crescendos, passers-by look at the rain, do not see the traces of beasts, it is difficult to see the shadows of insects and birds, whistling.

The strong flute is finally tuned, and the rain stops at the end.

"The flute sound is mellow, absorbing all things in one couple, and the rain proves that every inch is vibrant. This song is not bad. The moonstring violin master said.

"But the nameless song, the moonstring violinist praised it falsely." Mo Wushengdao.

The Moon String Piano Master walked out of the Wutong Pavilion, step by step, like a ladder, and came to Mo Wusheng's side, "Ignorant Flame, today your flute shows your extraordinary musical skills, and half a step forward, the way of music and rhythm will be introduced." When I reached your current state, two decades have passed, and today's game can be considered a draw. ”

The "Bai Lu Yin" played by the moon string qin master, the painting is a paradise, the book is not envious of the fairy meaning, acting in life and death, the elegance is very, the song of Mo Wusheng's enlightenment, the square knocks on the sound rhythm of the wonderful door, naturally can not be equal to the moon string qinist.

Mo Wusheng's age is still immature among ordinary people and among monks, and it is natural that his music skills are not as good as those of the moon string violinist.

Invited to enjoy this competition, the identities of the elegant are different, rich and poor, the only thing in common is the bosom friend and the music.

In recent years, because of a competition, there are many people who have given up on martial arts and music. Mo Wusheng's music skills are not inferior to the musicians of the Feng Dynasty Pavilion, if he abandons music, it will be a pity. Now the moonstring luthier has given the steps down again, and the gentlemen have successively persuaded Mo Wusheng.

"The Moon String Piano Master is worthy of being a great musician who moves our Yiluo Realm, Mr. Nine Flames, this competition can be regarded as equal." ……

Zhu Liwan also knew what was going on, and across the passenger compartment, she persuaded her: "Yes." Mr. Jiuyan, the moonstring violinist said that it is even, and you should respond. ”

Before he opened his mouth to answer, he didn't make any special moves, and this group of people thought that they were not good at heart and couldn't accept failure, Mo Wusheng really couldn't cry or laugh.

After all, I am also a member of the Mo tribe, and I am a blind man, and I have encountered many difficulties and failures in learning medicine and refining medicine, and I have encountered many difficulties and failures, and now I have not succeeded in obtaining the travel qualification of the Mo tribe.

After shaking his head lightly at the Yuexian Piano Master, Mo Wusheng said: "Mo people are still doctors, and they will not give up lightly if they are defeated." The comparison with Wusheng is the current moon-string violinist, not the former moon-string violinist. If you lose without life, you lose, and you don't need to say anything about finding a step for you. ”

"It is worthy of the talent of the Nine Flames, the Ignorant Flame, and I am willing to join my Heavenly String Sect." The moonstring violin master said.

"What are the texts of the Heavenly String Sect?" Mo Wusheng asked.

"My Tianxian Sect is a neutral sect of the Heavenly Rank, and it has everything from the Absolute Martial Arts, Confucian Interpretation, Dao True Demon Will, Medical Pattern Array Machine, and Stargazing Wan Lece." The moonstring violin master said.

"What's the point?"

"Enter my Tianxian Sect and always be a member of the Sect." The moonstring violin master said.

"There are 10,000 volumes of heavenly strings, and you can listen to the waves of the waves. I entered the Xuandao, and I traveled thousands of miles. Wusheng has an appointment with Master Shi, and he will come to Fengchao Pavilion again. Mo Wusheng gave up his hand and left the Feng Dynasty Pavilion.