Playing a song "When is the bright moon" casually, stealing a glimpse of the crowd slowly gathering, Wu Xian secretly calculated in his heart, one or two per person, how can there be dozens of taels, it is really a lot......

In fact, Wu Xian really thinks too much, although Suzhou is rich in people, but he has not yet listened to Duan Xiaoqu on the road to reward so much, and it is already good luck to have one or two rewards to scatter broken silver. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When to choose Mingyue, in addition to Wu Xian likes this song very much, more because if it is peaceful today, people seem to be quite good at this kind of beautiful sound, and most of the music that Wu Xian has heard along the way is this type of music.

If Wu Xian played a song "Good Day" at this time, I am afraid the effect would be very different.

As soon as the song began, the upstairs song stopped, and a few heads poked out of the window, looking for the source of the music, and saw the crowd gradually gathering on the riverside, and some people even rushed down from the upstairs to find out.

The pedestrians on the street stopped one after another when they heard this, and slowly gathered towards the young man with his eyes closed and holding a shiny odd-shaped instrument to play.

"This instrument looks a little weird, but the timbre sounds okay!"

"The song doesn't seem to be the same, it feels quite smooth, I don't know what the song card is."

"This hasn't worked out, to this extent, there are some in the tavern, let's go!"

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At the end of the song, Wu Xian opened his eyes that seemed to never wake up, looked around, and found that there were few listeners, and people were talking about it, and most of them were disdainful and questioning.

But Wu Xian didn't care, his purpose was very simple, exchange two money, and fill his stomach first.

Grabbing the harmonica, he grabbed the placket of his clothes with both hands, and was about to speak, but he heard a deep and gentle voice behind him.

"This little brother is holding a musical instrument, which is very special, and his playing skills are also remarkable, but it seems that he still lacks some heat, can he be willing to discuss with the old man? Maybe old decay can help you go to the next level! ”

Wu Xian followed the voice, turned around, and saw an old man holding a pipa in his hand, followed by a small servant.

The old man was dressed very plainly, wearing a big red jade wrench on his fingers, the expression on his face was a little serious, his chin was slightly tilted, his eyelids drooped, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Gently brushing his goatee, his eyes flashed evenly, and he glanced at the harmonica in Wu Xian's hand from time to time.

The audience on one side showed surprised expressions when they saw the old man.

"Isn't that Master Geng? He also came to listen to this kid's music, it seems that this kid has some ability! ”

"Geng Lao has been immersed in music for decades, can there still be a song in Suzhou City that he can see?"

"Geng Lao hasn't walked in the field for many years, how can he ...... today?"

……

Regardless of everyone's discussions, Wu Xian didn't care about what to discuss or not, he just wanted to ask for a reward first, and then get something to eat to fill his stomach.

However, looking at Geng Lao like that, Wu Xian felt a little nervous in his heart, and immediately had an idea.

"Discussion, good!"

As soon as Geng Lao heard that Wu Xian was so happy to agree, the corners of his mouth raised, and he was about to let Wu Xian play another song, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he immediately returned to normal.

I saw Wu Xian stretch out his hand, tossed it twice, and hummed in his mouth: "Mm, mm! ”

Geng Lao's face did not change, but he was puzzled in his heart, what does this mean?

Seeing that Geng Lao was not on the road at all, and he couldn't understand what he meant at all, Wu Xian said lazily: "Isn't the discussion just to accompany the chat?" Of course, there is a fee, give money! ”

The corners of Geng Lao's eyes twitched, and everyone fainted.

To everyone's surprise, Geng Lao actually looked back at the lion upstairs, and then agreed without hesitation, and beckoned back, and the little guy took out a piece of broken silver.

Wu Xian glanced at it, although it was so easy to get his hands on it, but unfortunately there was only a piece of broken silver, and he didn't say anything, and pointed to the placket of his propped up shirt with his chin.

The little guy knew that Wu Xian wanted him to put the broken silver up, so he was about to do it, but the old man grabbed his wrist.

Puzzled for a moment, seeing the old man looking at him, although he was smiling brightly, Wu Xian felt that his back was cold, it seems that money is not so easy to use!

Sure enough, I only heard the old man smile and said: "Why don't you take this as a bet and make a bet with the little brother?" ”

Wu Xian rolled his eyes, and said helplessly: "Do you want to talk to you, if you don't want to, just go aside, I'm still busy making money by selling my art here!" ”

Everyone listened to Wu Xian's words, and they were almost dizzy by his strange words, what does it mean to "make money by selling your art without selling your body"? Also chat!

However, this kid didn't even take Geng Lao in his eyes at all, and he didn't know how thick the sky was, he must have no knowledge, at least not from Suzhou City.

"Stinky boy, Geng Lao will discuss with you, that's to give you face, don't you know how to lift!"

"I think you're afraid of losing, so you don't dare to agree at all, right?"

"Okay, stinky boy, you can obediently admit defeat, what are you pretending to be?"

……

Wu Xian complained about the gang outside, it was quite ...... I didn't hear it, I still looked like I was alive.

But before the audience finished speaking, they saw that Geng Lao's face changed greatly, and he said anxiously: "Don't, don't, little brother, you just compare yourself with me, as long as you win, this silver is yours!" ”

Everyone was busy cleaning up their jaws, but they heard Wu Xian's casual voice say, "What if you lose? ”

People have turned their eyes to Geng Lao, but they didn't expect that Geng Lao, who is highly respected, is cold and arrogant on weekdays, but today he is so ...... to a little beggar It's cheap, it's like a dream.

That's not all, Geng Lao was embarrassed, and said curtly: "Well, if you lose, can you ask the little brother to give this strange musical instrument to the old man?" ”

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that it was originally for this strange musical instrument, but you Geng Lao is also well-informed, for a small musical instrument, as for it?

"Forget it, I still rely on him to make money, if I lose, won't I even have a guy to eat?"

Wu Xian didn't look back, turned around and shook the placket of his clothes, propped it up as a temporary tray, ready to ask for a reward from the audience who had been dumbfounded.

Geng Lao hurriedly grabbed Wu Xian, and said with a bitter face: "Okay, whether you win or lose, this silver is the little brother's, okay?" ”

Wu Xian had a long face, turned around, and said weakly: "This is what you said!" ”

Geng Lao nodded very affirmatively, thinking to himself, as long as you play it once, I can learn how to play, with your Taoism, it is just whimsical to want to win, when the time comes, this instrument will still be mine!

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this bet was worth it, and I couldn't help but laugh.

But Geng Lao, who was full of sly smiles, didn't pay attention to the audience lying on the ground at all, and he had already ruined his three views by his behavior of ignoring the image of the master.

One is a little-known little beggar who plays a strange musical instrument casually, and the song still has a little meaning to listen to, and it is worth a penny to listen to five or six paragraphs.

One is the respected Geng Lao, who is chasing after people's butts and begging for a competition, looking at people's strange musical instruments without blinking, could it be that they are lonely and unheard, this little beggar is a master, and the instrument is a treasure?

The more they thought about it, the more curious they became, and everyone couldn't help but stare at Wu Xian and the glittering instrument in his hand, faintly looking forward to hearing what kind of divine comedy the instrument that moved Geng Laodu could play.

Suddenly, there was a suspicious boo from the crowd, and Geng Lao came back to his senses.