In Yang Xingzhou's opinion, in the world of Xiaoao, the biggest pit god is Lin Yuantu, this guy even pits his descendants.

Originally, with his cultivation as wisdom, it is to create a magic skill by himself, it is not impossible, this person has the ability to never forget, and he is a great master of Shaolin Temple, internal and external skills, all of which have reached the realm of transformation, and it stands to reason that he has to leave a few magic skills for future generations.

But in the end, what he left to the descendants of the Lin family was only an ordinary martial arts and a deleted version of the evil sword technique, so that it buried the disaster of destroying the door for future generations.

The key is that this evil sword technique is clearly left, and I have to tell future generations not to look at it, why do you keep it if you can't look at this Nima? This practice is simply inexplicable, and it is estimated that anyone who cultivates the sword technique of warding off evil spirits will have a few words to talk about in their hearts.

Now that Lin Zhennan is practicing swords from the palace, it seems that Mrs. Lin knows the drawbacks well, otherwise she would not hate this swordsmanship so much.

"This sword technique is your own inheritance, whether you want to practice or not, whether it is good or bad, you should measure it yourself, it is best to read more Buddhist scriptures and Taoist treasures when practicing, and don't fall into evil ways."

Yang Xingzhou saw the look of regret and sadness in Mrs. Lin's eyes, hehe smiled, kicked Wang Yuanba away, and walked out of the house, this Wang Yuanba is so old, just teach a lesson, but there is no need to kill. The main reason is that Yang Xingzhou can't get used to his nickname, so he comes to teach him a lesson. At this time, he came out in one breath, and he didn't bother to pay attention to these people.

He said to go, came abruptly, walked happily, until he left for a long time, everyone in the house slowly got up, each looked at each other a few times, and they all felt that their faces were gloomy, but they were glad to have left their lives.

Lin Pingzhi picked up his mother and said in a low voice, "Mother, we should go." ”

Mrs. Lin said, "Yes, it's time to go!" ”

Although they didn't bring Yang Xingzhou here this time, after all, it also has something to do with their mother, and the Wang Yuanba family who harmed them lost such a big person, if they lived here any longer, even Lin Pingzhi's uncle and cousins might not be able to tolerate them.

Let's say that Yang Xingzhou, after leaving the Wang family, thought about it, but he was not in a hurry to get out of the city, found an old man nearby, and asked, "Do you know where Luzhu Weng lives?" ”

Luoyang Luzhu Weng is a craftsman, to make bamboo baskets, mats for a living, and can play the piano, blow the flute, bamboo painting is also good, can be called an elegant person, the local is very important to him, many wealthy businessmen and giants have asked him for a thousand gold painting, is considered a local celebrity.

Most of the people in Luoyang City knew that there was such a person, so when Yang Xingzhou asked about this person, the passer-by was slightly stunned, and then said: "Green Bamboo Weng? He's in the East City! Did Childe also ask him for a painting? This man has a very strange temper, and he may not be willing to just give him money to paint, and he will only paint a few strokes if he sees that you are pleasing to the eye. ”

Yang Xingzhou said with a smile: "It's a bit like a madman of Wei and Jin." ”

At that moment, he rode his horse towards Dongcheng, walked all the way, and asked all the way, passed through a few side streets, and came to a narrow alley.

At the end of the alley, there is a large green bamboo bush, swaying in the wind, elegant and natural.

As soon as I stepped into the alley, I heard the rhyme of the piano Ding Dong, someone was stroking the piano, the alley was cool and quiet, and the Luoyang City outside was like two worlds, but it was similar to the Gushan Plum Village.

Yang Xingzhou rode his horse slowly, and when he saw the end, he heard a bang, and a string in the courtyard suddenly broke off, and the sound of the piano stopped.

An old voice said, "Your guests are in vain, and I don't know what to say. ”

Yang Xingzhou bolted the horse to the stone pillar next to him, walked into the green bamboo bushes, and said: "You don't dare to be a distinguished guest, I came here today, I just want to make a friend with you, learn about piano and flute skills and painting skills, and I don't want anything else." ”

The people in the courtyard seemed to be stunned, and said, "I am an old craftsman, how can I have any qualifications to learn skills from others......"

Before he finished his sentence, Yang Xingzhou walked through the bamboo bushes and entered the small courtyard, and said with a smile: "Why are you so humble? ”

When I entered the courtyard, I saw that there were five small houses in front, two on the left and three on the right, all of which were made of thick bamboo. An old man was walking out of the room on the right, and after seeing Yang Xingzhou's appearance clearly, a look of horror appeared on his face: "You are Yang ......"

This old man's body is slightly rickety, there is not much hair on the top of his head that is sparse, he has big hands and feet, but his spirit is very sparkling, but his body trembles slightly at this time, and he seems to be greatly frightened, staying in place, not daring to move.

Yang Xingzhou smiled, bypassed the old man, went straight into the cottage behind him, walked into the cottage, and saw a few tables and chairs, all of which were not made of bamboo, and there was a piece of ink bamboo hanging on the wall. On the table is a yaoqin and a hole flute.

"Good!"

Yang Xingzhou glanced at the many items in the house and applauded loudly: "Although you are from the rivers and lakes, you really have a bit of elegance, and Miss Ren is very blessed to live here." ”

The old man in the courtyard only reacted at this time, and said loudly: "What Miss Ren?" The old man is single, where is there anyone else in the courtyard? ”

He spoke in his mouth, walked quickly to the door of the small house, and looked at Yang Xingzhou with a nervous expression: "Yang ...... This son, what do you think about coming here? ”

He blocked the door, sweat on his forehead kept pouring out, although he was calm, the sound of his heartbeat and blood flow could not be hidden, and his clothes were slightly swollen, which showed that he had plucked up all his strength, and seemed to be ready to sacrifice his life at any time.

Yang Xingzhou shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill people, I just want to play a few tunes here and stay for a few days." ”

When he said this, he slowly sat down in front of the yaoqin, and with a slight stroke of his fingers on the strings, a clear spring-like sound suddenly sounded.

"This piano is good!"

Yang Xingzhou put his hands on the Yaoqin and played slowly, a song of the piano flowed out from under his hands, this old man is the green bamboo Weng, he is a person who knows how to play the piano, Yang Xingzhou played a few times, he knew that this was a guqin song, called "The Wind into the Song".

Originally, this "Wind into the Song" was not a great track, almost all the people who played the piano could play, the difference was only in the artistic conception and the pros and cons of fingering.

But no one has ever been like Yang Xingzhou, just a few notes were issued, and the artistic conception of the breeze passing through the pine forest was clearly expressed.

At this time, although it is autumn, but the heat has not disappeared, the green bamboo Weng was originally anxious and sweating, after the sound of the piano, it is really like a breeze blowing into the pine forest, so that the dry heat of the green bamboo Weng immediately dissipated, and the original anxious mood was also relieved.

He has seen many musicians in his life, but he has almost never seen anyone with such an artistic conception in piano skills, even his aunt is not as good.

Yang Xingzhou finished playing the song and said with a smile: "Luzhu Weng, I have a piano sheet and flute score, you can come and see if you can blow it out." ”

While speaking, he took out a sheet music sheet from his arms and handed it to the old man: "You can try it." ”

Luzhu Weng was slightly stunned and said, "What do you call Your Excellency?" This piano skill is ashamed of being old. ”

Yang Xingzhou said: "You don't know my name?" Okay, let me tell you, my name is Yang Xingzhou! ”

Lu Zhuweng's voice suddenly raised: "Yang Xingzhou? The old man seems to have heard your name. ”

Yang Xingzhou heard his voice raise, knowing that he was intentionally warning the people in the hospital, hehe smiled, didn't say anything, got up and said: "My music score is called "Smiling Proud Jianghu", there are two parts, the piano score and the flute score, I have played it with Huang Zhonggong a few times, but the result is a little less meaningful, now the score is for you, you come to see, can you play this song." I'll be here again tomorrow and I hope you don't disappoint me. ”

After saying a few words, he walked out of the courtyard, and after a while, he heard only the sound of horses' hooves fading away, and he had already left.

Luzhu Weng's body shook, almost fell on the spot, and said in a low voice: "Auntie, does he already know our identity?" ”

A female voice came from the next room: "Yes, it seems that we can't hide the eyes of such people. This person is really powerful, all the way from Hangzhou to Luoyang, he was full of energy, without any damage, is this the master of our Holy Sect is incompetent, or is this person too powerful? ”

Luzhu Weng said: "The master of the Holy Sect is not incompetent, this person really has earth-shattering means, aunt, if you want me to say, let's leave, in the face of this person, I really have no confidence in resisting." ”

The female voice said: "Everyone is here, do you think we should be allowed to leave?" ”

She sighed and said, "What does it mean that this surnamed Yang left a music score?" Is he really going to play music? However, just now he made a song into the pine, and it was indeed far-reaching, and it was really like the wind entering the pine forest, which made people feel happy. I didn't expect this person to be so skilled in martial arts, even if he had such amazing achievements in music. ”

Luzhu Weng said: "He doesn't even pay attention to Huang Zhonggong, and his piano and flute skills seem to be extremely clever." ”

The woman said, "You can play the score and try it to see what his score is." ”

Luzhu Weng said: "Yes." ”

Sitting in front of the yaoqin, I opened the music score, and immediately played it, only to hear the sound of the piano, elegant and beautiful.

The woman said: "This score is very good, I don't know who wrote it." ”

The green bamboo weng played not long ago, and suddenly the sound of the piano went up, the louder and higher it was, the sound was extremely sharp, the sound of the zheng, a string was broken, and then a few notes higher, the sound of the zheng, the string was broken again.

He sighed and said, "Auntie, this score is so strange. ”

The woman said: "Isn't there still a flute score, you can try the flute score again." ”

The green bamboo Weng turned to the top of the flute, picked up the hole flute next to it, followed by the sound of the flute came out of the green bamboo bushes, at first melodious and beautiful, lingering feelings, but then the sound of the flute became lower and lower, almost inaudible, and then blew a few sounds, the sound of the flute was dumb, and the wave wave was very ugly.

Luzhu Weng sighed and said, "Auntie, this surnamed Yang is deliberately embarrassing, and if you play it according to his score, you can't make a song at all." ”

The woman said, "Show it to me." ”

Luzhu Weng said: "Yes." ”

Walking out of the door, I saw a green-shirted girl slowly walking out of the next room, this girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a beautiful appearance, walked to the green bamboo Weng, took the score, and said, "I'll try it." ”

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Chapter 273: Yaren