The Huns in the northern region are maids, and they can also subdue the fierce horses, but no matter how fierce the good horses, it is difficult to enter and exit at this time, and they are overcrowded, Wang Anfeng was introduced into the king's tent by the maids, but he was only waiting in the outermost layer.

In addition to him, there were many people around, all musicians with musical instruments, and they were gorgeously dressed. Obviously, the person who can act as a musician at this time will not have a bad identity, and he may also be from a prestigious family on the grassland.

Although the tent was subsumed into a tent, it actually occupied a very large area.

The space is enough to accommodate more than 1,000 people.

The only difference with the royal palace of the Central Plains is that only in this place the royal tent can be dismantled and transported away, but if you want to take this big tent away, I am afraid that you need hundreds of wrestlers and yaks to be able to do it.

There is no such plant in the grasslands, and there are not a few ironwoods used here.

Wang Anfeng was casually looking at the scene that he had never seen in the past, and many people came in at the door at once, wrapped in a burst of cold wind, it was a person from the rivers and lakes, and the masters of the door appointed by the major factions in the Western Regions were all extraordinary, capable, holding a blade faintly revealing a cold edge, obviously not ordinary.

Among the stars was a woman in her early twenties.

Holding a sword, the sword is slender, and there are roses blooming on the sword, and seven stars are arranged.

Wang Anfeng's eyes fell on the woman's body, and what rose in his heart was not a charming thought, but a smell of blood, blood-stained soil, the night, the undelicious horse meat next to the bonfire, and the roses blooming on the young man's face and back.

Murmuring in my heart.

Rose Snow, Feng Zhanfang.

Dressed in a dark red horse-faced pleated skirt, with a blue upper body, holding a sword in her right hand, her eyebrows and eyes are clear, and she is smiling.

When he tilted his head to talk to a young man, a few strands of hair hung down on his fair and graceful neck, which stirred people's heartstrings.

At this moment, I don't know how many young people moved their Adam's apple.

After the crowd walked over, a fat-faced musician next to him touched two greasy mustaches and muttered in a low voice:

"A red face can fall into the city, this sentence is really true."

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze and said:

"What does that mean?"

The musician seemed to be a little interested when he saw Wang Anfeng, and nodded in one direction in front of him.

"See that hairpin?"

Wang Anfeng looked along the line of sight.

Feng Zhanfang's black hair has a bun, white jade bun, and the whole body is transparent white jade, like a sycamore wood, flying phoenix fluttering wings, lifelike, obviously everyone's handwriting, delicate can be seen in kung fu, and even a faint flow of qi.

"Kunlun jade?"

The musician was surprised:

"Huh? I didn't expect it to be a bit of a research. ”

"Since you know that it is Kunlun jade, it is easy to say."

"There is an old immortal on Kunlun Mountain, he has not made a move for decades, no one knows how high his martial arts are, these years, this kind of jade is almost broken, no one dares to go up to find jade, scarce is expensive, not to mention this hairpin, or a royal princess's beloved thing, is the proud work of a famous national hand."

"After that, I was exiled, and I was coerced by the disasters of the Central Plains into the northern Xinjiang, and I turned around several times, I don't know who is in the hands, but they must be amazing characters."

"The result is now in the hands of that Jianghu woman, tsk."

"She's only been here for a long time......"

The musician smacked his lips and smiled, and everything was silent.

Wang Anfeng shook his head.

"I see."

Kunlun jade is one of the best jade in the world.

Ordinary jade is expensive in the material.

But this kind of jade is different, what distinguishes its characteristics is not whether the external texture is clear and pure, but the qi hidden in it, faint, but real, if the grandmaster qi is a thousand miles of snow clouds, the qi in these jade is just falling snowflakes.

But even so, it is also of great benefit to the bodies of warriors and ordinary people.

There are three places in the world where the heaven and earth qi are connected. Legend has it that it is the node where all the heavens and the earth are flowing.

Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, and the Northern Sacred Mountain Jade Pot.

Kunlun jade is produced on Kunlun Mountain, and the stone of other mountains can be used to attack jade, which is Kunlun jade.

The fat musician tuned the strings and murmured:

"But in this troubled world, the emperor has died six or seven, not to mention the princess."

"Alas......"

"In troubled times, human life is worthless, and princesses are even less valuable."

"It's better to die sooner."

The hunt lasted for seven days.

Today's feast, strictly speaking, is not a part of the big hunt, the real feast, will not begin until the end of the five-day hunting competition, in previous years the Khan will be outside, leading the leaders of the major tribes in the territory and the most courageous young warriors to hunt.

The princess was in the king's tent, preparing a dinner.

The death of the Dichuan Khan, the matter is a little complicated, and all kinds of twists and turns are difficult for outsiders to know, and the princess and the concubines of the Khan did not appear this time.

There are many people in the rivers and lakes, in fact, if you think about it, you know that if there are really many nobles, then no matter how delicate and willful the daughter of the King of the Northern Huns is, it is impossible to allow a person like Wang Anfeng who has no real identity to participate in it.

But the noble lady was still there.

With a smile and a light look on his face, he thought that he had already ushered in that good friend.

After Wang Anfeng waited in the front tent for a while, someone led many musicians from the west side and walked out for several miles. Behind the royal city gradually farther away, it has reached a rather open grassland, at this time, just stopped, the fat musician was already a little out of breath.

The noble lady who was suspected to be the princess of the Northern Huns I had seen earlier was riding on the back of a red steed, and she seemed to be quite satisfied with the environment, waved her hand, and the servants came forward with things.

On the vast grassland, spread out the long and soft felt, on the felt, spread from the Daqin, from the Jiangnan Province, from the Shu merchants to get the soft satin, on both sides of the felt, placed a low table, on both sides of the fire pile, slaughtered prey and beef and mutton have been put on the iron chisel, set up on the fire roast.

In just one fell swoop, it went from an open grassland to a banquet place.

Helian Lianyang turned over, stepped on the back of a tall young man with red riding boots, and jumped off the horse, the young man had been half-kneeling, but now he stood up, led the horse for his master, and was silent, his face was dark, and he looked very tall, like a mountain.

Helian Lianyang walked briskly, took two steps forward, and grabbed the cuffs of a woman next to him with a smile.

That seems to be the friend I said before, Wang Anfeng mixed in the musicians, didn't look too much, then retracted his gaze, he didn't prepare his own instruments, fortunately this is the territory of a great Khan king of the Huns, there is no shortage of everything, Wang Anfeng got a high-quality piano.

There is an inscription on the tail of the piano, a short number of crosses, engraved in a hidden place.

This piano is not very good old luthier for his wife made, when he was crazy obsessed with the art of the piano, devoted his life, just to create a famous piano that can be compared with the ancient Qingxiao Huanpei, mediocre for 50 years, looking back has been alone.

This is his last piano, and he is famous for his nickname when his wife was young.

Wang Anfeng gently plucked the strings, and the clear and melodious ones were like water passing over stones.

The judgment was made in the heart at the moment.

Superior utensils.

If you can ask the literati to write poems and lyrics, not to mention that compared with the famous qin, it is enough to pass on to future generations.

Addicted to art for 50 years, the piano he made is not comparable to the handmade things in a trance when he misses his deceased wife.

Although he learned the strings of the musical instruments in the middle school of the Cheshi with Qi Ou, but if you are familiar, you must be more familiar with the qin, and his technique of stroking the qin has been enlightened from Jiang Shouyi's master, and then although he is separated from the master, Mr. Win wants him to practice martial arts after practicing the sound of the qin, so far.

Helian Lianyang clapped his hands, and the young and bright Hun girls poured up, they had a passion like a flame that the Great Qin girls did not have, veiled, wearing brightly colored skirts, dancing on riding boots, and the musicians played in unison.

There are high-level disciples in the Western Regions sect, as well as nobles on the grassland, and the beautiful maids are diligent in persuading wine, and their enthusiastic dancing posture is more dazzling than the liquor in the cup.

Two tall Hun nobles stepped forward to wrestle and cheer, attracting all cheers.

Feng Zhanfang suddenly stepped forward and stood in the middle of everyone, she was already good-looking, she drank some wine, her cheeks were red, like the sunset on the grassland, she was drunk, she saluted Helian Lianyang, and said:

"Thanks to the princess's banquet, Zhan Fang has nothing to repay."

"Let's talk about using swords."

Helian Lianyang smiled and agreed, Feng Zhanfang pointed at Wang Anfeng again, and said:

"It's just that the sword dance is not interesting, please use this musician to match the sound of the piano."

Helian Lianyang smiled:

"In ancient times, there was a matter of the combination of the piano and the sword in the Central Plains, which seems to be able to be called an elegant thing, what does Mr. Zhou think? Beauty dancing sword, I heard that you were the commander of Wu Guoshao back then, your talent is springing, and you like the beauty inscription the most, how about it, you want to play the piano today? ”

The old man sitting in another position also squinted his eyes, wore a bright red robe, held a tea cup, and said: "The old man did have some ridiculous things when he was young, but they have all passed, besides, this girl invited this musician, what is the old man doing to make a scene?" ”

Helian Lianyang retracted her gaze, and the small-looking Northern Hungarian noblewoman smiled and showed a fanged on her left, and said:

"Then you can play the piano,"

Feng Zhanfang held the sword, the blades of the two swords touched lightly, and bowed slightly in the direction of the musician, and the skirt was fluttering.

Wang Anfeng remained silent, and pressed his palm on the strings.

The piano sounds.

The qin is a ritual instrument, and the gentleman is used for righteousness.

The tone of the piano is plain and neutral, but it is above many instruments.

Wang Anfeng is considered to be a musician here, and is not qualified to sit down, accompanied by the sound of the piano, the sword dance gradually unfolds, is a person of the rivers and lakes, although a woman, the swordsmanship is also quite strong and powerful, very beautiful, attracting everyone to cheer in a low voice, I don't know how many people unconsciously stopped the wine glass, and couldn't take their eyes off.

Helian Pan applauded loudly.

The old man surnamed Zhou, who was wearing a big red robe, closed his eyes, gently patted his palm on his knee, and beat it.

The woman next to her asked softly, "How is this piano playing?" ”

The old man was careless.

"The posture of a middleman."

Helian Pan chuckled and said, "Since it is the posture of a middle-aged person, there is a way to make fun of it a little." ”

The old man surnamed Zhou smiled gently and said:

"Then, the old man will wait and see."

The note gradually rises and ends gradually.

At this moment, Feng Zhanfang suddenly turned around and danced the sword, her soft waist turned in a thrilling arc, the sword in her hands seemed to be swept by silver light, and when she brushed the left side, there was a sudden sound of sword roaring low, the double swords were slightly bright, and the sword qi burst out from above the sword edge.

The slaughter was fierce, and he came straight to Wang Anfeng's place, and the sound of the piano was not stopped, and the mouth of the others exclaimed, the sword qi had passed, the strings were all broken from the middle, and the seven strings were broken, and the sound of the piano suddenly became harsh and noisy, and the sound was endless.

The sword qi dissipated, and it did not hurt Wang Anfeng.

The last finger he pressed was in the air.

The instrument, which was full of the remorse and pain of the luthier, finally only made a dry sound, and the black eyes narrowed.

Everyone around was stunned, and those Hun nobles and young people who had grown up clapped their hands and cheered together.

Helian Pan laughed loudly:

"Good sword weapon, good sword dance!"

"The musical instruments of the Central Plains people are soft and have no muscles and bones, but in the end, they borrowed the girl's sword qi and majesty, and they can still enter the ears when they make two sounds."

"Childe Haihan."

Feng Zhanfang put away the sword, there was a smug look in her eyes, but her face was full of apologies, Qiao Shengsheng stood in front of Wang Anfeng, it seemed that she was really embarrassed, she personally held the wine cup, bowed to each other, her ten fingers were as white as jade, the beauty's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were soft.

The surrounding pairs of eyes seemed to be on fire, and they gathered on Wang Anfeng.

A mere musician Takeo.

Wang Anfeng clearly felt the gaze around him.

In the wine cup made of white tin, the spirits shook slightly, and the wine of the northern Xinjiang, mare's milk wine, was pure white in color, but if it was compared with the soft wattle of the beauty, it would naturally be overshadowed.

The soft curves, the slight broken hair scattered from the sideburns, and the beautiful sound of the piano are not as good as the feminine aroma.

The musician next to him had honestly lowered his head.

The eyes look at the nose, the nose looks at the heart, and the atmosphere does not dare to come out, for fear that it will be implicated.

This glass of wine, whether it is received or not, will definitely cause hostility and trouble.

Picked up? It is not known how to lift.

If you don't pick it up, you don't know how to lift.

At the chief position, Helian Lianyang drank a glass of wine and thought thoughtfully:

"But I was the one who hurt him."

"That woman, the people of Rose Snow, I'm afraid they are connected with Helian Pan's faction, I don't know what interesting things are here, they actually have the audacity to test me......"

"The old guy of the Zhou family must have guessed something, but now he is pretending to be deaf and dumb and planning to watch from the wall."

The woman grunted unhappily.

"When the exiled clans of the Southern Dynasties entered the grassland, there were good and bad, bringing many novelties that were not found on the grassland, bringing interesting documents from the Central Plains, but also bringing the ability to intrigue, and the simple days of the past did not exist."

"However, it is not in vain that I found such a good chess piece on the road."

"Looks like they have something in mind."

The woman with a pair of bright brown eyes next to her didn't speak.

Helian Lianyang seemed to feel that he was so inauthentic at night, and added:

"As long as he advances and retreats in moderation, don't suffer losses, I won't treat him badly, gold will be given."

After thinking about the first time we met, the other party was neither humble nor arrogant, and added:

"I don't think it's a problem."

Among the many sights, Wang Anfeng looked at the soft woman in front of him, but another sentence rose in his mind.

The woman under the mountain is a tiger.

Only at this time, Wang Anfeng would feel that there was some truth when he heard the words of the bluffing child, his eyes looked around left and right, laughing heartily, like Helian Pan who had no scheming, the old man in red robe squinting his eyes, Helian Lianyang, a pair of eyes.

Those who have come, those who have not arrived.

The rich experience made Wang Anfeng realize that he was about to enter the game again.

However, when choosing to come this way, I had already expected such a situation, and at this moment, it is best to play Tai Chi, and shift the spearhead without humility or arrogance, and remove myself from this chaos.

But when he saw the soft woman in front of him, he remembered what he had seen that night, and felt that it could not be so simple.

He smiled and sighed, relaxed his shoulders, and got up freely.

One, two, three.

Mess, mess.

The woman toasts and apologizes.

Wang Anfeng smiled, reached out and took the wine cup from Feng Zhanfang's hand, and drank it all.

Then throw the wine glass in your hand.

Feng Zhanfang got up with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Helian Lianyang frowned, and the corner of the old man in the red robe smiled.

At this time, Wang Anfeng raised his right hand, understated it, and pulled it out with one palm.

Syllable!

Feng Zhanfang was caught off guard, there was a big handprint on her left cheek, such a move was too surprising, almost unreasonable, she didn't react at all, and there was even a trace of dazedness in her eyes, until the hot feeling rose.

At that moment, a wave of anger rose in his heart, and the sword in his hand was instantly raised.

She is a martial artist, a martial artist who has already stepped into the realm of the six grades and will definitely become a master in the future.

The sword roared like thunder.

Wang Anfeng backhanded the second palm.

Said twice, it's two, no more, no less.

There was a pause, then a third.

For this piano.

Swords criss-cross like shadows.

The swordsmanship of the Rose Snow Sect was passed down, but it only cut through the afterimage, and not even a trace of hair was touched.

As Hong Luoyu joked, the so-called Shaolin Zen Buddhism is the most important foundation.

It is an ordinary move, and it is slapped with one palm, and with the blessing of the vast internal force, it is enough to split the mountains and break the sea.

Wang Anfeng is a Buddhist qi machine, all of which are from his own penance, vast, endless, that is, only one percent is used, and when the body is broken, it is also turbulent like thunder.

At this moment, a palm is slapped flat, without any fancy fancy, but the qi is circulating, hooking the heaven and the earth, the edge of the right palm, the qi is flowing rapidly, and the surroundings are peaceful, as if a dragon hitting the water in the palm of the hand, dragging the woman's body to herself.

There was a crisp snap.

Feng Zhanfang's cheeks deviated to one side, staggering a step, and her hair was in a mess.

The jade phoenix hairpin was thrown out, smashed on the ground, and broke into two.

On the face as white as jade, two slap prints were visible to the naked eye, and the one on the right was deeper.

Helian Lian**'s toast stalled.

The squinted eyes of the old man in the scarlet robe opened.

The entire pre-banquet became silent.

The blue-clad musician sat down with his clothes and hem.

My husband taught chess, 3,600 black and white.

But the master is only one.

The musician looked gentle, staring at the broken strings with his right hand.

Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu.

Closure.

Thunder.

The sound of the piano echoes on the grassland, curbing the flying clouds and the waterfalls of the long river.

Shocking.

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