She Yi looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and her pupils shrank slightly...... Needless to say, this thunderbolt is exactly the same as a few days ago, and it is specifically looking for him......

And he did not believe in it...... Did he do something evil that lost his conscience, or did he leak the secret of heaven? Or pretending to be struck by lightning......

Anyway, this thunder and lightning is very evil, he wants to be calm, and two cold lights shoot out of his eyes...... Today, he is going to completely leak the heavenly opportunity to see what this heavenly thunder can do to him!

"Don't panic, the spring thunder falls, indicating that a saint has been born, which is a sign of prosperity and peace in the Great Song Kingdom!"

She Yi shouted loudly at the top of his voice, and the panicked people in the audience suddenly calmed down, thinking of King Rong and the big people on the official ship behind him, and sat back in his seat with a hard head and a frightened heart.

She Yi has already talked about this, even if they want to, they don't dare to leave......

"Miss An, childe...... Let's hurry down......"

The official under the stage said nervously. Even if She Yi said that the sky is falling, this thunder and lightning is a real thing, a thunderbolt comes down, hitting you all over the body black, not to mention the saint, even the gods can't save it......

Wang Dashun under the stage also calmed down, and he was a little angry in his heart. This An Yixue actually held the man's hand in front of everyone...... Could it be that she had an affair with this lowly musician!

He looked at She Yi carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt...... In addition to the rough and darker skin, the hairstyle has changed a little, the eyes, the nose, the face shape...... And the voice he shouted just now, isn't it his big enemy Jia Yi? He said, how can you not split the Jia Mansion on the other side, how did you split here...... An Yixue, a slut, actually hooked up with him, this slut, no wonder he refuses to see him these days, and he wants to see this Oiran competition alive or dead.

Wang Dashun's fists clenched tightly, and his anger burned......

"Big brother, ...... you are"

Wang Dafa saw that Wang Dashun was so excited, he was still standing, and asked suspiciously.

"It's okay, I drank too much wine just now, and I'm just a little excited......"

Wang Dashun replied and sat down in his seat. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself, it's okay to let him see with his own eyes how this little beast died under the catastrophe! It's best to hack An Yixue, a slut, to death by the way!

……

"Adults are too worried, it's just a few thunderbolts. Wait until Xiaosheng finishes playing this song for Miss An. ”

She Yi smiled slightly, let go of An Yixue's hand, turned around and walked a few steps, squatted down, and took out an erhu from his wooden box, this erhu is specially made, the head of the erhu, there are several circles of metal wires around it, and there are many circles of metal wires underneath, and these wires are connected together.

He straightened the wire around the erhu's head and turned it into a slender "antenna" four or five feet long, and then bypassed the wire under the erhu and returned to the middle of the stage, looking at the gap that had been blown open by lightning, and below this gap was the gap between the two boats.

He skirted the wire underneath the erhu and shoved it into the gap in the stage until it hit the water.

"Childe ......"

An Yixue was a little nervous, the power of the thunder and lightning just now was too strong, and her legs were numb now.

"If Miss An can trust Xiaosheng, just stand there and don't move......"

She Yi adjusted the erhu, set up the wooden box, and sat on it. In the official boat next to Lianfang, Song Huizong and Zhao Jing had already gone down to the second floor on the first floor, looking at She Yi and An Yixue on the stage of Lianfang.

Next to Song Huizong and Zhao Jing stood a woman in plain clothes and an old man with white hair and gray robes. The woman was dressed in a mink fox fur coat, with a graceful figure, fair skin, delicate appearance, willow eyebrows, apricot eyes, a smile, and two shallow dimples......

This woman is Li Shishi, the head of the four famous ladies in Bianjing, and Xiaomi, who was raised by Song Huizong as the abbot of Shaolin after the 80s.

Master Li came to Luoyang this time, because Song Huizong avoided the eyes and ears of the ministers, and in the name of King Rong to hold an Oiran, he sold the identity of a cheap maid for Master Li and entered the harem.

The white-haired and gray-robed old man, who is also the most popular Confucian Zhou Bangyan in the Great Song Dynasty, has a very good personal relationship with Master Li.

"Fifteenth brother, it's only the fifteenth day of the first month, why is the spring thunder!"

Song Huizong asked suspiciously......

"As the young man said, the emperor is the reincarnation of a saint...... The fall of spring thunder is also an auspicious omen. ”

Rong Wang Zhao Jing said calmly, just finished speaking...... There was an ethereal sound of chanting in the air...... The sound of chanting seemed to spread from the void in all directions...... From far to near.

Song Huizong's brows furrowed, and his face was solemn. Rong Wang Zhao Jing's face changed slightly...... His gaze coldly swept across the darkness in the distance, searching for the source of the sound.

Even everyone on the boat heard the ethereal chanting...... As long as there is no obvious intellectual development problem in the brain, people can imagine that this thunder and lightning is not what She Yi said about the bird spring thunder, and they have never heard the spring thunder and the sound of monks chanting, and everyone can't sit still...... It's a fucking Oiran competition, there's no need to put your life into it.

Some people also recognized She Yi's identity, bowed their heads and talked in a low voice, saying that She Yi came in the wrong way, what kind of demon or something......

She Yi on the stage frowned a few times, it seemed that the master who framed him was about to show up...... His gaze swept over the flowery building again, Liu Ruyan was still standing next to a woman in black, the two did not look at the stage here, she seemed to be explaining something to Liu Ruyan, Liu Ruyan had an expression of disbelief, and the woman in black took off the black veil on her face and revealed her appearance.

This is a woman of the same age as Liu Ruyan, with an inch-long scar on the right side of her face...... Apparently she was wearing the veil because of the scar on her face.

She Yi shook her head in disappointment and sighed...... It seems that the previous one was an illusion, and the woman in black was just an ordinary musician who had nothing to do with him.

Took a deep breath...... Since you pretend to be forced, you have to pretend to be thorough...... Last time, a mysterious mad Taoist subdued him, and this time there was a monk who had attained the Tao to subdue demons...... It's really a monster to dare to love him......

In the future, if you want to mix in Luoyang, if you want to mix in the Great Song Dynasty, you have to break this evil in public. Otherwise, the fate is worrying.

"Don't panic, this is the manifestation of the Buddha, sheltering the Great Song Dynasty, we should calm down, put our hands on our chests, and accept the Buddha's enlightenment."

She Yixin opened the river.

After hearing this, the people below actually put their hands on their chests as She Yi said.

With a bang, a strong flash of light fell from high in the sky...... With a loud click, it hit She Yi in the center of the ship.

"Ahh

"Wow!"

"Jia Gongzi!"

Everyone was shocked to the extreme, and they all stood up...... An Yixue was even more frightened, and hurriedly squatted on her hands and held her head.

At this time, a scene that made everyone unbelievable happened, and the moment that thunderbolt fell on She Yi, it mysteriously disappeared......

It's like being sucked away by something......

"This ...... How is this possible......"

Song Huizong on the official ship shook his head again and again, he didn't believe that the scene that had just happened was true......

The clouds in the sky were lower, there was no wind and no rain...... The ethereal sound of chanting in the air was still wafting. She Yi posed, and the erhu in his hand slowly pulled......

A string of notes floated out of his erhu...... She Yila's song is Ah Bing's Erquan Reflecting the Moon. Suddenly, another lightning bolt fell on She Yi's "body" from the sky, and what was puzzling was that the lightning disappeared again......

Under She Yi's exquisite erhu skills, Erquan Yingyue is like a heavenly sound, coming eloquently, narrating, extending, and unfolding...... Sometimes deep, sometimes passionate, containing a kind of sad and melancholy emotion......

Everyone present gradually immersed themselves in the sound of erhu, no nervousness, no excitement, no timidity, no fear......

The lightning in the sky is still there, and the chanting is still ...... The sound of erhu is still the same...

One by one, lightning fell menacingly, and at the moment it hit She Yi, it mysteriously turned into a bright beam of light, along the erhu in She Yi's hand, and drilled into the stage below.

The dark clouds in the sky were lowered, and it seemed that he was dissatisfied with She Yi's arrogance, and more powerful thunderbolts fell one after another, making She Yi's whole person feel like he was bathed in thunder and lightning......

At this moment, he is like a god.

However, there was not a single thunderbolt that hurt him......

Under the stage, Wang Dashun's fists were clenched tightly, and his cold eyes were staring at She Yi...... At this moment, he couldn't turn into a bolt of lightning and rush up...... Chop She Yi to death.

A full stick of incense has passed, and the thunder and lightning in the sky seem to know that she Yi can't help it, and retreat in spite of the difficulties............

The person who recites the sutra in the void seems to see the thunder and lightning stage fright, and his heart is a little anxious, the chanting is still continuing, and the frequency is accelerated, but the thunder and lightning are not powerful, and they are becoming more and more negative......

With a "bang", the erhu string broke......

The moon in the second spring came to an abrupt end......

The whole boat is quiet......

At this time, a panicked and terrible scream came from the direction of Xintan Bridge......

"Ahh No...... You...... You are...... Red ......"

The chanting was gone......

Quiet......

Surprisingly quiet.

Tranquility gives people a creepy feeling.

She Yi had already stood up and calmly looked at the Xintan Bridge in the distance.

"Today coincides with the 15th Lantern Festival, you don't have a poem to give to Miss An, Jia is not talented, improvised a poem, and gave it to Miss An, in order to express Jia's love for Miss An......"

She Yi's eyes were still looking at the crowd without looking at the audience.

"Qingyu case, Yuan Xi. The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense, the sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns brightly, and the fish and dragon dance all night......"

"Wow......"

Everyone forgot the screams just now.

Lu Dazhong and Chao Chongzhi stood up and looked at She Yi in surprise, this poem can no longer be described with good words alone, but it is so good that it is surprising......

In addition to those businessmen who didn't understand poetry, the officials of all sizes present were still well-known Confucian scholars, and their eyes were full of consternation......

Musicians have a low status in today's society, and even if She Yi plays a few pieces outstandingly, they are only limited to songs, and writing poems is different......

Today's world is the world of literati, and the status of literati is extremely high, and a good poem is written thinking that there is a good future......

"Good poetry...... What a poem! ”

Lu Dazhong muttered to himself, and Chao Chongzhi also nodded Chen Zan.

"Good poetry! What about the next ......?"

Zhou Bangyan on the official ship couldn't help but praise.

She Yi ignored these people, and his eyes were still looking in the direction of Xintan Bridge...... Then he groaned.

"The moth snow willow is golden, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

On the bridge, a woman in red stood on the bridge, looking at She Yi with a smile.

The corners of She Yi's mouth twitched, and he looked at it in a daze, not knowing that it was the hazy night and the light was dim, but he was immersed in the song just now, the figure on the bridge was so familiar, just like the figure that had been appearing in his dream for many years. Warm and touching............

His eyes moistened, and two tears rolled down his eyes. Ran down his cheek and slipped silently......

The thunder and lightning in the sky had long since stopped, and the dark clouds had thinned and begun to disperse............

Looking back, the man was in the dim light...... What a beautiful artistic conception ......"

Everyone also reminisced about She Yi's last two poems......

She Yi rubbed his eyes with his hand, and when he removed his hand, the red figure on the bridge disappeared...... His eyes widened, trying to find the shadow on the bridge......

But the red figure was as if it had never been seen before......

Empty ...... on the Xintan Bridge

"No!"

She Yi shook her head, unwilling to believe that what was on the bridge just now was an illusion...... He dropped the erhu in his hand, jumped off the stage, and rushed towards the stairs of the board......

"Get out of the way!"

At this time, he was like crazy, and the officers and soldiers guarding the stairs on both sides of the boarding stairs had not yet reacted...... She Yi had already rushed off the boat, and the crowd on the shore hurriedly made way of a passage......

She Yi desperately rushed towards the direction of Xintan Bridge......

Almost everyone looked at the back of She Yi in the disappearing night in astonishment.

On the official ship, Song Huizong's brows were furrowed, and Rongwang Zhao Jing's brows were also furrowed...... Master Li and Zhou Bangyan looked at each other...... At this moment, two black figures jumped onto the official ship.

Several officers and soldiers hurriedly blocked it, and after seeing the faces of the two men on the boat, they retreated to both sides.

The one who came was the guard of Song Huizong and the guard of King Rong Zhao Jing, and he was responsible for the safety of Song Huizong and King Rong Zhao Jing.

"Your Majesty, Lord Wang, the person who recites the scriptures is Master Xuankong of the White Horse Temple, and he died on the second floor of the Shunfeng Restaurant on Xintan Street. He was stabbed in the chest with a sword and died. As for who did it, the villain has sent someone to track it down......"

"Master Xuankong of the White Horse Temple?"

Song Huizong's brows furrowed even tighter......

"Master Xuankong?"

Zhao Jing's brows furrowed, others didn't know how powerful this White Horse Temple was, but he knew it very well. This master of Xuankong is a Shaolin monk, with profound Buddhism and extraordinary martial arts...... Looking at the entire rivers and lakes, there are few opponents.

What kind of master can kill with one blow...... (To be continued.) )