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"These are all high-quality ink treasures, are you satisfied?" The middle-aged man with a horse face with a high forehead stroked his beard and smiled slightly, but this smile spread his eyebrows and eyes, which were already out of proportion.

The delicate ink treasure that suddenly appeared in front of him was worth a lot of money at a glance, but the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him, who could be called ugly, made Han Shu even more curious.

Han Su nodded, expressing his affirmation of Mobao.

"In that case, you can begin." The same delicate ink treasure also appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man immediately sat on the ground, looked at the woman in red and said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen a woman in a thousand years, so it's up to you to solve the problem." If you can defeat me, you will be able to achieve the position of a saint. ”

"The sky is wide and the road is three thousand, looking at the eyebrows and clouds in the distance; Last year, a drop of lovesick tears has not flowed on the cheeks so far. Your Excellency is Mr. Dongpo? Han Su looked at the middle-aged man's somewhat peculiar face and asked.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, then smiled, "I didn't expect you to know her poems." ”

"Although my husband's sister is far less famous than my husband, I think my husband and sister are actually a talented woman." Han Su said seriously.

A trace of reminiscence appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he said with emotion, "In terms of poetry and articles, Xiaomei is not inferior to any man in the world, and I am included." If it weren't for me to prove the saint before the sea monument, with my little sister's talent, it would not be difficult for her to prove the saint. It's a pity that there can only be one literary saint in an era, otherwise maybe there would have been the first female saint as early as a thousand years ago. ”

The middle-aged man suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in red, "The articles and poems written by the little sister are not named, I didn't expect you to know this poem." ”

"I can only blame the poem written by my sister's sister for describing it too vividly, which made me think of it at the first glance of my husband." Han Su said lightly.

The middle-aged man laughed heartily when he heard this, "Indeed, my little sister likes to talk about my appearance the most, and she has written a lot of poems for this." I'm also strange sometimes, I was born to my parents, and my little sister is beautiful, but I'm like this, haha. ”

Although the middle-aged man showed a lot of concern in his words, Han Shu heard a sense of relief from it.

"There is a statue of Mr. in Guanhai Academy," Han Shu paused and continued, "It is very rich and handsome." ”

The middle-aged man laughed again, "These old guys haven't changed after thousands of years, but my little sister has specially painted them, and I remember that the painting should still be in the academy." ”

"I don't know very much about that." Han Su hugged his hands.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Needless to say, I can guess that the painting was made by a woman, and the person in the painting is so ugly, if those old guys put it out, wouldn't they lose face in watching the sea." ”

"In my opinion, if Guanhai is missing, Mr. is the biggest regret." Han Su said.

The middle-aged man said with a tiger face, "You little girl, are you deliberately trying to please me, let me tell you, although I also really want to see the first woman to become a saint, but if you are not talented enough, I will be ruthless." ”

"Sir is mistaken, I never said that I would prove the saint with a text." Han Su said softly.

"So you're going to be holy with paintings."

An old man with a fairy wind suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged man, and behind the old man was a huge landscape painting, and in the painting, whether it was the river, the smoke or the small people in the village, they were constantly moving, as if it was a vivid picture.

"Han Shu knows that his painting skills are better than ordinary people, but there is still a long way to go from Mr. Wu." Han Shu said calmly, "Therefore, I am not a saint with paintings. ”

"Clothed in splendor, spears and spears. Girl, do you want to listen to Ji play a song "Guangling San"? ”

Han Su looked at the elegant man in white clothes, the elegant man's fingers did not move, but the elegant sound of the piano kept coming from the guqin in the man's arms, which was refreshing.

"The aftermath lingered, and it didn't stop for three days. Is Mr. Ji Kang holding a 'winding beam'? Han Su asked.

Ji Kang was slightly stunned, then looked at the woman in red with a little appreciation, and said softly, "Yes, it is the famous qin 'winding the beam'." ”

"In this way, Han Su really wants to listen to "Guangling San", which has become the swan song of the world."

Ji Kang looked a little lost, and then quickly said calmly, "Okay." ”

Seeing Ji Kang sitting down with the piano plate, the middle-aged man and the old man also sat aside and listened quietly.

"If Brother Ji's "Guangling San" is missed, it will be a big regret in life."

Holding the wine jug, a young man dressed in cloth appeared behind the woman in red and chuckled, "Accompanied by beautiful women, good wine to drink, and good news, it can be described as a great joy in life." ”

The middle-aged man and the old man shook their heads as they watched the young man shake their heads but did not reprimand, as if they had long been accustomed to the appearance of young men.

The young man, who looked drunk, fell to the ground after not taking two steps, and after a few seconds there was a slight snoring.

Seeing this, Ji Kang just shook his head slightly, then gently stroked the strings with both hands, and lifted his wrist, just for a moment, the melody began to become passionate and generous, and Han Su seemed to be able to hear the staggered killing sound of the spears, and even the scene in front of him changed, countless soldiers began to fight in front of them, the beating of bells and drums continued to echo throughout the battlefield, one soldier after another fell, one after another Changge passed through the body, and the tense and exciting atmosphere permeated around everyone.

I don't know how long it took, the battle finally ended, at this time there was no one standing on the battlefield, all you could see was the loess flying, and the sound of the piano stopped there.

"Brother Ji's "Guangling San" is really a swan song for the ages!"

The young man who didn't know when he woke up clapped his hands, expressing his admiration for Ji Kang's piano skills.

"Girl, let's get started." Ji Kang ignored the young man's actions and looked at the woman in red and said.

Han Su shook his head and said lightly: "I don't know how to play the piano." ”

Ji Kang's eyes widened when he heard this, and when he stroked the piano just now, he noticed that the ten fingers of the woman in red were trembling gently and rhythmically.

"I'm just remembering the song "Guangling San" you played." Han Su explained.

Ji Kang's eyes widened, and then he suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and asked, "How much does that girl remember?" ”

"All."

Ji Kang looked incredulous, knowing that this piece has a total of forty-five sections, and the syllables are complex, it is difficult for ordinary people to learn, let alone memorize it just by listening to him play it once.

"I've always had a good memory." It seemed that Ji Kang didn't believe it, so Han Su then added a sentence as a supplement, and even picked up the "winding beam" and played it again, the fingers and syllables were exactly the same as Ji Kang, which shocked Ji Kang.

"Why do you want to remember this song "Guangling San"?" Ji Kang changed the question.

"It's a good song, it's a shame if it becomes a swan song." Han Shu replied calmly. "It just so happens that I have an old man who has good piano skills, and he has a soft spot for Mr. Ji Kang's "Guangling San". But if Mr. Ji Kang doesn't like it, I will bury this song deep in my heart and won't tell anyone. ”

Ji Kangzhi laughed at himself when he heard this, "I died because of slander, and I didn't pass this piece to anyone before I died, which is a big regret for me, and no one has come to prove the saint with the piano art in the past thousand years, and I feel uneasy." Now that you have forgotten my wish, I hope you can bring this song out and make the swan song a sung song. ”

"Okay." Cold crisp promised.

A chilly gaze then fell on the drunken young man.

And the young man who was originally squinting and looking like he was enjoying it also opened his eyes and smiled at the right time, "It's time for me so soon." ”