Chapter 45: The Eight Laws of Wonderful Sound

Everyone listened to Chen Mu tossing and turning in the tent: "...... He had already left, leaving the water early in the morning. ”

Li Cao glanced at Fei Wenyou meaningfully, and with Chen Mu's explanation, he confirmed the fact that he had made an internal response to the Dongyi people, even if someone found out that the painting was fake, it was useless to deny it.

Fei Wenyou's faces are not good-looking, as soon as Mr. Shouyang dies, they are not only without a mentor, but the spies are among them, and in the future, they will definitely involve other brothers and sisters to be excluded in Xuanyin Pavilion and be ridiculed by others.

Qi Peng scolded: "You brute who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, what benefits did the Dongyi people give you, so that you obediently handed over the defense of the General's Mansion?" Tell me, when did you hook up with that Shang Qi? ”

As soon as these words came out, even Li Cao was a little afraid when he heard it, although the back house of the general's mansion was more strictly guarded, but in front of a killer like Shang Qi, I am afraid that it is not monolithic, there is Chen Mu and he colluded inside and outside, this time it was Mr. Shouyang who died, if the female relatives in the backyard had an accident, they would not be able to escape the blame for their death.

Chen Mu screamed and cried out in pain: "Raise your feet, ah, my hands, my hands, please lift your feet!" ”

Fei Wenyou's heart was cold, these musicians, including him, can be proud of the world by relying on their piano and flute skills, if a pair of hands are wasted, they will be like a walking corpse if they are alive, and it is better to die happily. Qi Peng and several officers inside seemed to hate Chen Mu deeply, so they would do such a poisonous move.

Qi Peng gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Don't say it quickly!" ”

"It was last fall, in Kyori, ah, I said, you put your feet up first. In the autumn of last year, I met a Mr. Huang in Guyunfang, he wrote well and drew well, and he and I hit it off at first sight, and we drank two glasses together every three or five days. ”

Chen Mu endured the pain and spoke urgently, Qi Peng saw that he looked like he was telling the truth, so he raised his foot and allowed him to continue.

"In the spring of this year, when the Xuanyin Pavilion was compared, the master said that if anyone entered the palace list, he would give the national teacher and pass on the third level of our Miaoyin Eight Methods."

"What?" Qi Peng didn't understand.

Chen Mu was already in pain, where did he notice that the other party was just an ordinary school captain, it was impossible to hear of the secrets of the Xuanyin Pavilion such as "Gong Bang" and "Miaoyin Eight Methods", and repeated it again: "The third level of the Miaoyin Eight Methods." ”

This time, Qi Peng cleverly didn't interrupt, but forced to ask, "So what?" ”

"I was too unlucky, I drew Senior Brother Hu in a few draws, I didn't know the bottom of my heart, and I chatted a few words when I was drinking with Mr. Huang, but Senior Brother Hu played abnormally in that competition, and I won without much effort. At that time, I thought it was my luck, and then I passed all the way until the last game against Su Mo. Senior Brother Su has been ranked in front of me for many years, coupled with his arrogant personality, it is impossible to let me, I was worried and uneasy, and I drank with Mr. Huang that night, I was very drunk, I don't know what I said, who knew that within two days, Senior Brother Su quarreled with someone for prostitution, and was stabbed to death on the spot. ”

Speaking of these ghost tricks, Qi Peng was no longer confused, he sneered: "So Mr. Huang is actually a Dongyi spy, and he will threaten you with this later?" ”

The people outside the tent didn't hear Chen Mu's answer, and it seemed that they acquiesced.

Fei Wenyou's face turned pale, and he scolded in a low voice: "It's not a pity to die a hundred times!" ”

Wen Sheng followed behind Li Cao, and heard a lot of secrets about Xuanyin Pavilion from Chen Mu's mouth, and he became more interested in this Liang Guoxue founded by Tan Guoshi. The eight methods of wonderful sound should be the secret method of confusing and controlling others with the sound of the qin flute, and she really wants to try it for herself to see if it is as powerful as rumored.

In the tent, Qi Peng had already begun to ask Chen Mulai what he had done after leaving the water.

When it comes to the assassination of Mr. Shouyang, I don't know if he can't bear the torture or because the pressure in his heart is too great, Chen Mu's narration is obviously not as clear as before, and he only repeats it upside down: "He lied to me, he just said that he was going to steal Master's score, not that he wanted to kill Master." I was deceived by him, it's too late......" finally howled and cried, and no matter how much Qi Peng scolded and scolded, he couldn't stop scolding.

Seeing this, Fei Wenyou discussed Li Cao: "Record, now that the truth is revealed, Chen Mu is from Xuanyin Pavilion, please hand him over to us and take him back to Beijing to deal with." ”

Li Cao was willing to ask him to take people away like this: "Mr. Fei, although the thief has been caught now, the real murderer is still at large, why not take advantage of the mad dog to take advantage of the mad dog to the left, strike while the iron is hot, and ask him to summon it out and catch it all?" ”

This is also reasonable, if Chen Muzhen knew the whereabouts of the Dongyi killer, but he missed the opportunity because he insisted on going his own way, it would be difficult to explain it after he went back. Fei Wenyou sighed and said, "Okay, I'll ask him, it's just that my Xuanyin Pavilion secret method may offend the record and your subordinates, so I am in a hurry to obey the power, I hope you don't be surprised!" As he spoke, he pulled the curtain and walked in first.

Qi Peng had already known that their group was listening outside the tent, but when he suddenly came in, he still cooperated and made a surprised expression, and said, "Mr. Fei, ...... are you?" ”

Fei Wenyou ignored him, and sat down on the spot regardless of the dirty robe on the ground, glanced at Chen Mu, who was covered in blood and delirium, and put the Yaoqin that had not left his body for a moment on his lap.

Although Xuanyin Pavilion was originally founded by Tan Guoshi, these musicians were worshiped by the whole country of Daliang, enjoying the flattery and respect of those in power, and their status was transcendent, and at the same time, they were also the weapons of the country of Daliang, not to mention that Chen Mu killed the master, he alone did the Dongyi people spy on this article, and there is no friendship between them anymore.

When Li Cao saw his posture, he secretly shouted "not good", and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to find something to plug their ears, and he also hurriedly ripped off a piece of clothing, made a ball, and stuffed it in his ears.

Fei Wenyou pressed the piano with his left hand, wiped the seven strings with his right hand, and with a "hum", all the sounds near and far were quiet, and I don't know how many people felt that an invisible wave of qi suddenly hit their minds.

Wen Sheng began to be curious and wanted to see if she could resist it, but this time, she knew that it was powerful, and quickly plugged her ears.

But even so, Qi Peng, who was closest to Fei Wenyou, couldn't stand it a little, and after only a moment, his face turned pale and he quietly took a few steps back.

There seemed to be no reaction inside and outside the tent, as if only Fei Wenyou and a few of his junior disciples were the only ones. Even Chen Muming was only groggy when he was tortured, and he was far inferior to Qi Peng and others when he was affected by the sound of the piano.

Wen Sheng quietly stepped back, secretly thinking: "This is about their Miaoyin Eight Methods." Her eyes were excellent, and she stared firmly at Fei Wenyou's eight fingers playing the piano, wanting to see something mysterious.

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