The old man, who claimed to be a descendant of Mr. Nan Guo, actually took out a flute and preached it happily.

Toot, toot, toot

All around are quiet, only the sound of Mr. Nan Guo's descendants flutters in the air, leisurely and endlessly.

In the past, Mr. Nan Guo was the one who didn't understand music theory at all and mixed into the band of 300 people of King Qi Xuan.

When everyone heard that he was a descendant of Mr. Nan Guo, they thought that his voice should be so bad that it could not be heard; But I didn't expect that its music was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, moving and pleasant, attracting birds to stop on the branches and stop to listen.

While everyone was immersed in the beautiful music, another old man stood up and interrupted the sound.

"Okay, Nan Guosheng, don't brag about yourself anymore, if you scare away the little girl who plays the pipa, it's no wonder that the group of people behind you don't swallow you alive!"

This old man's skin was as black as charcoal, and his body was so thin that only skin and bones remained, and he was the one who had his legs between the bulges and showed extraordinary light skills.

Nan Guosheng smiled and said: "My sound is bad in the world, who can hear it, that is his blessing!" ”

Murong Jiu in front of the main hall was holding his left hand by Sister Murong, his head was covered with a red curtain, and he couldn't see, so he couldn't help asking, "Sister, what's wrong?" What happened? ”

Eldest Sister Murong reluctantly smiled and said, "It's nothing, a few more guests are coming, and it will be arranged immediately." ”

Murong Jiu tilted his head, and actually removed the red hijab with his other hand, and looked curiously at the strange visitors in the field with his big watery eyes.

Seeing this, eldest sister Murong said in a hurry: "Xiao Jiu, how can you take off the hijab, this is to be uncovered by the groom when you enter the cave room, you have broken the rules"

Murong Jiu threw his hijab aside and said, "How can there be these rules?" The hijab is also suffocated, so it's better to look at the descendants of Mr. Nanguo. ”

Nan Guosheng laughed and said, "You're right, you're still young, how can you keep those old rules?" ”

He was short and stocky, and he smiled kindly, like a Maitreya Buddha.

Murong Jiu couldn't help but smile and asked, "I heard that King Qi Xuan is good at blowing the pipe, and he will make three hundred people blow it together, and I am afraid that two hundred and ninety-nine of them are better than Mr. Nan Guo. ”

Mr. Nan Guo said with a straight face: "Little girl, you only know one thing, but you don't know the other. It is precisely because the ancestors were passed on as a joke that they later worked hard and practiced blowing, and eventually became a generation of everyone, and told future generations to be down-to-earth and never indiscriminate! ”

Murong Jiu listened to him tell the story seriously, smiled from ear to ear, and said, "Oh, it turns out that there is such an interesting anecdote. ”

At this time, the old man behind Nan Guosheng said again: "Don't gossip!" Let me ask first, is there anyone surnamed Cao here?! ”

Su Weiyun suddenly walked out of the crowd, stood beside Murong Jiu, and replied, "No." ”

The old man said: "Fortunately, no, otherwise I would have taught him to look good!" ”

Murong Jiu asked curiously, "Why does the surname 'Cao' have an enmity with Mr.?" ”

The old man said: "In the past, my ancestors scolded Cao for scolding "Yuyang Sanlao", and he was finally killed. So I'm at odds with the surname Cao! ”

Su Weiyun sighed: "Isn't Mr. the descendant of the South China Sea Youheng?" ”

"Yes, since the Three Kingdoms of Shu and Han, it has been passed to my old man for the eighteenth generation, so my old man is called Mi Eighteen."

Then, these seniors introduced their identities one by one: the surname of Yu who plays the piano is the descendant of Yu Boya; The surname of the is Xiao, and he is the descendant of Xiao Rongyu; The surname of the building is Gao, and it has something to do with Gao's gradual departure; The flute player also said that he was a descendant of Han Xiangzi.

Everyone present almost burst into laughter when they heard this, and they gradually felt that this was really a group of old madmen.

In the end, the Xiao Nushi said: "Okay, we didn't come here to disturb, we just wanted to talk to the pipa saint in the middle and play a song together." If you leave, you will leave, and you will never stay longer. ”

The person she was talking about was the female musician that Murong Eighth Sister specially invited from Wusheng City.

The Murong sisters all looked at their head of the family, but the old woman set her eyes on Su Weiyun.

Su Weiyun said: "What song can you play?" ”

Xiao Nushi said: "A song "Yangguan Three Stacks" is good. ”

Su Weiyun shook his head and said, "Not good." ”

Xiao Nushi said: "Why is it bad? ”

Su Weiyun said: "Yangguan Sandie is too sad, the listener is crying, I am very happy today, how can I play it?" ”

Xiao Nushi smiled: "So which song does the groom think is good?" ”

Su Weiyun said: "In my opinion, it is better to play a song like "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" sung by Wenjun in the past. ”

You Eighteen on the side suddenly shouted: "The junior is so loud, do you think we are invited to blow the joy of the old Confucian?" ”

Nan Guosheng played a round on the side: "People are getting married, why don't you blow a song?" ”

Yu Boya's descendant Yu Ziya said: "Even so, we should see if he is Zhongziqi, and whether it is worth me to stroke the piano for him once!" ”

As soon as he said this, Su Weiyun Huo Ran stood up, like a crane spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

"Boya plays the mountains and rivers, I don't know what Mr. is?!"

Su Weiyun went from high to low, like a waterfall flowing water, pouring down, and his right palm slapped out heavily, like a mountain, using the "Great Sumeru Palm Force".

Yu Ziya's face remained unchanged, his left hand pressed the piano, his right hand was raised, and he slapped Su Weiyun plainly!

Ding, ding, ding

Yu Ziya and Su Weiyun exchanged palms, his body was a little unstable, and his left hand couldn't help brushing the strings, causing a burst of piano sounds.

Su Weiyun took advantage of the momentum to retreat, swept to the side, and swung out his left palm, which had been well charged, and turned to attack You Eighteen.

You eighteen frowned, raised the big drum, and smashed it towards Su Weiyun.

This palm ends up on the drum surface!

Rumble!

With a loud bang that shattered the heavens and the earth, You Eighteen held the shock drum, took a step back, and was about to make another move, Su Weiyun had already lightly lit the drum body and flew to Nan Guosheng's place.

Nan Guosheng smiled and stretched out his chubby two hands, seemingly just supporting Su Weiyun who fell.

Su Weiyun and his four palms collided, and there seemed to be a strong force that glued them together, and they could no longer be separated.

Nan Guosheng stood on the ground, Su Weiyun's body floated in the air, and the two of them seemed to turn into stone statues and stood still, but they didn't move.

After a cup of tea, Nan Guo Sheng flipped Su Weiyun out, gasped for breath, and said with a wry smile: "I'm really old, and I can't even compare to the best internal strength of today's young people." ”

In fact, it's not that his internal strength is not deep enough, it's just that Su Weiyun's internal strength is too sharp, domineering, and strong, and it is comparable to ordinary internal strength.

It's so unflattering that ordinary masters want to compete with him.

You Eighteen sighed: "We came out of the mountain to find Yan Nantian to compete with Invite Yue, but I didn't expect to let a junior fight here equally"

Yu Boya also said: "Hey, think about the wedding banquet, what kind of trouble are our old guys coming to make trouble?" ”

Nan Guosheng looked back at everyone: "It seems that this little brother will be the first person in the martial arts of the next generation, we might as well have a good relationship with him." ”

Xiao Nushi was about to speak, but a woman's voice came from outside the door, which was like an iceberg that would never melt thousands of years ago.

"This good fate can't be knotted!"

"Why can't you tie the knot?"

"Because they are going to die! Do you want to be associated with the dead? ”

Everyone frowned in unison and looked at the comer.