"Don't be in a hurry to release the things that let me go, you better deal with the affairs of the village first......"

Seeing Huang Zhonggong looking over, Li Ge smiled indifferently.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Seeing Li Ge say this, Huang Zhonggong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't lead the way!"

Huang Zhonggong looked at Ding Jiandao.

"Owner, messenger, please come with me."

Under the guidance of Ding Jian, Li Ge and others came to the guest hall where Meizhuang received guests.

Sure enough, I saw two men, sitting in front of the coffee table talking and laughing, it was Ling Hu Chong and Xiang Wentian who had been dressed in disguise.

"Two masters came to our village, did not come far to welcome, forgive sins, forgive sins."

Huang Zhonggong stepped forward with a laugh and bowed his hand.

"This is Huang Zhonggong, the owner of our village."

Ding Jian explained to Ling Hu Chong and Xiang Wentian.

"I have heard for a long time that the master of Huang Zhuang is unique in both qin and martial arts, and all the people in the rivers and lakes have praised it, saying that Huang Zhuang is not only strong in martial arts, but also the first in the world in terms of piano skills.

Xiang Wentian stood up and laughed heartily.

"The old man has not touched the piano for a long time, how dare he be ugly, as for the swordsmanship, the old man has retired to the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has regressed greatly."

Huang Zhonggong stroked his beard with a smile, and waved his hands again and again modestly.

"I heard that the owner of Huang Zhuang is obsessed with the qin, not just to get a book of piano scores, as long as there are people in the village who are better than my wind brothers in swordsmanship, this peerless piano score will be presented to ......"

Xiang Wentian said.

"But Guanglingsan?"

Huang Zhonggong is an idiot in the end, and he immediately became interested when he heard the words.

"Exactly, since Ji Kang's death, Guanglingsan has not been passed on since, but there is a close friend under him, this person loves the piano and becomes obsessed, he said that Ji Kang died, there will be no Guanglingsan in the world from now on, this set of music scores in the Western Jin Dynasty. Although it has been annihilated since then, but what about before the Western Jin Dynasty? ”

Xiang Wentian said that there was a pause here, and then he continued.

"Under this friend's mind, and bold and reckless, he went to excavate the graves of celebrities who were good at piano before the Jin Dynasty, and sure enough, where there is a will, there is a way, after he dug dozens of ancient tombs, he finally found this song in the tomb of Cai Yong in the Eastern Han Dynasty."

As he spoke, Xiang Wentian opened the baggage, took out a booklet from it, and wrote the five characters of Guangling Sanqin Song on the cover, and flipped it over, and the fruit recorded in the book was the piano score.

"Can you look old?"

Huang Zhonggong said movingly.

"Naturally."

Xiang Wentian immediately handed the score to Huang Zhonggong.

"Sure enough, it's Guanglingsan, it's a pity that it's only a half-Turkic music score, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's ......a pity, it's a pity, it's

Huang Zhonggong sighed.

"The second half of the score is still at home, and I forgot to bring it in a hurry, but it's still the same sentence, as long as someone in the village can beat me in swordsmanship, Brother Feng, I don't just go home in person, and the score will be sent within three days."

Xiang Wentian only took out half of the score, which was naturally deliberate.

"This ......"

Huang Zhonggong suddenly felt itchy and unbearable, and he couldn't wait to watch the second half of the music score immediately, this is the genius of Xiang Wentian, if he didn't watch the first half of the music score, Huang Zhonggong might still be able to resist the temptation, but now that he has watched the first half of the music, he is undoubtedly more eager to watch the second half of the music.

"My Feng brother, is a master of Huashan, a hand of swordsmanship is rare in the world, today dare to teach the skills of the four owners, now the three owners have lost, there is only the owner of the Huang Village."

When Hei Baizi and the others next to him heard this, their faces couldn't help but be a little ugly, after all, losing the sword competition is not a glorious thing.

"Big Brother ......"

However, they all coveted the treasures brought by Xiang Wentian, and they all hoped that Huang Zhonggong would be able to defeat Ling Hu Chong.

"That's it!"

Huang Zhonggong was not like this, and finally agreed.

"Brother Feng, it's up to you."

Seeing that Huang Zhonggong agreed, a hint of joy flashed in Xiang Wentian's eyes, as long as Ling Hu Chong defeated Huang Zhonggong again, then their plan would be half completed.

"I heard that Feng Shaoxia is the successor of Mr. Feng, the predecessor of the Huashan faction, the swordsmanship is like a god, and the old man has always admired Mr. Feng's personality and martial arts, but unfortunately he didn't have a chance to see it, some time ago, it was rumored among the rivers and lakes that Mr. Feng Lao had gone immortal, and the old man was very sorry, and today he saw the descendant of Mr. Feng Lao, which can be regarded as a great wish for his life, I don't know if Feng Shaoxia is the son and nephew of Mr. Feng?"

Huang Zhonggong looked at Ling Hu Chong, it turned out that when he introduced to Wen Tian just now, he said that Ling Hu Chong was the successor of Feng Qingyang, and it happened that Ling Hu Chong had a pseudonym and surname Feng, so Huang Zhonggong had a guess.

"Uncle Feng solemnly instructed not to disclose his old man's whereabouts, and when he saw my swordsmanship with his eldest brother, he guessed that it was passed down by his old man, and it didn't count to make a big deal of it here, and he also said that my surname was Feng, which was a big suspicion of swagger and deception, but if I told the truth, it was inappropriate."

Ling Hu Chong smiled bitterly in his heart, and could only reply vaguely.

"I am a descendant of his old man's family, the younger generation is stupid and reckless, and the younger generation has learned less than 12 out of 10 of his old man's swordsmanship."

Hearing Ling Hu Chong's answer, Huang Zhonggong's expression was grim.

"If you really only learn one-twelfth of his old man's swordsmanship, and the three old brothers are all defeated by your sword, Mr. Feng's attainments are really unfathomable."

Huang Zhonggong pondered for a moment, took a jade flute from the wall, and handed it to Ling Hu Chong.

"Let's compete a few moves, until the point is reached, you use the flute as a sword, and I use the yaoqin as a blade."

Linghu Chong saw that the flute was green all over, and it turned out to be a fine jade, and there were a few vermilion spots near the mouthpiece, which were as red as blood, and the jade flute was verdant.

And the Yaoqin held by Huang Zhonggong in his hand is dark and old, when it is an antiquity of hundreds or even thousands of years, these two musical instruments only need to be touched lightly, and they are bound to be shattered at the same time, which is a pity to be damaged during the fight?

"Please advise the owner."

But now he can't shirk it, so Ling Hu Chong held the jade flute with both hands and said respectfully.

"Please!"

One of the two used the flute as a sword and the other used the yaoqin as a weapon, and they fought more than 40 moves in a short instant.

Huang Zhonggong's swordsmanship is naturally not bad, and the self-created seven-string invisible sword is really exquisite, rare in martial arts, and can be called a generation of swordsmanship.

And Ling Hu Chong is even more powerful, Dugu Jiujian broke ten thousand laws with one sword, and there was no trace when he shot.

The two fought fiercely for more than 40 moves, and Huang Zhonggong defended more than 40 moves, but he couldn't spare his hand to fight back.

Hei Baizi and the others were dumbfounded, seeing that Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship was mediocre, neither powerful nor powerful, nor subtle when changing moves, but every time the sword was stabbed, he always taught Huang Zhonggong to be left and right, and had to defend his own flaws.

"Old decay lost!"

After a hundred tricks, Huang Zhong admitted defeat.

"It's done!"

Seeing that Linghu Chong defeated Huang Zhonggong, Xiang Wentian was overjoyed.

"Messenger ......"

But Huang Zhonggong suddenly looked at Li Ge and the others, and the messenger was stunned when he heard it, what the hell is this messenger who suddenly appeared?

But seeing that Guanglingsan was about to arrive, but because he lost the sword competition, Huang Zhonggong was naturally extremely unwilling, otherwise he would not have agreed in the original book, and let Ling Hu Chong and Ren Xing compete with the sword.

"Do you want Li to make a move?"

Li Ge had been sitting next to him, quietly watching Ling Hu Chong and Xiang Wentian perform, but he didn't expect Huang Zhong Guild to beg for him.