Yu Ziqi's face was particularly ugly.

Although Xue Ziqian was not laughing at him, but Bai Zilang, it was even more uncomfortable than laughing at him......

"I hope you'll be smiling later. ”

Bai Zilang's teeth itched.

Xue Ziqian didn't take Bai Zilang in his eyes at all, he investigated Bai Zilang, and he was really weak.

is only in the realm of an innate scholar, so he tried in vain to escape from him......

Although Bai Zilang may become famous in a fight, it is definitely not a victory, but a fame that was trampled on the soles of his feet and humiliated.

Thinking of this, Xue Ziqian smiled slightly: "How do you want to challenge me?"

"Qin Dao!"

Bai Zilang gritted his teeth and said, just now Xue Ziqian said that Xu Jiaojiao did not have a beginner in the piano path, which is an insult to the master.

Therefore, he now wants to teach Xue Ziqian a hard lesson.

The qin path is not simply playing the guqin, competing techniques and skills, but ...... It contains the Tao, but the Tao is capable of killing and hurting people.

That is, the real entry into the Tao with the qin.

Just like reading and practicing, after becoming an innate scholar, you can use your supernatural powers to fight the enemy, the Qin Dao is the magical power of the Qin Dao.

The sound of the piano and the music are combined, and both can kill.

Xue Ziqian came to the stage with the guqin in his arms, looking light and breezy, he looked at Bai Zilang, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he was very disdainful.

"Biqin Dao, you are humiliating yourself!"

Xue Ziqian sat cross-legged, the guqin was placed on his legs, his long hair was scattered, and he was full of spirit.

Bai Zilang sat down hatefully, and a guqin 'iris' that had been built with a lot of money was picked up by the disciples of the Music Pavilion and placed in front of him.

"Good piano!"

Xue Ziqian's eyes lit up, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes, the biggest advantage of Lequ Pavilion over Yuefu was that he was rich.

Although he is Yuefu Tianjiao, he can't afford to use this kind of guqin.

"Let's make a lottery, win, your piano belongs to me, lose, my head is sent." Xue Ziqian was very moved.

In this regard, he can even gamble with his life.

Not an idiot, but self-confidence, he is confident that he can win, and the piano is unmatched.

Bai Zilang was stunned for a moment, looked at the pavilion master Yu Ziqi, and asked for his opinion.

Yu Ziqi bowed slightly, obviously agreeing.

Because he also has self-confidence.

He read the words of loyalty to the country, which made people's blood boil, and he could feel the breath of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

Coupled with the music he created, it is not a problem to crush Xue Ziqian.

"Okay, this son has made a bet with you!"

When Bai Zilang saw that his master agreed, his confidence immediately increased, and he was 60% sure that he would win.

He felt like he was about to become famous.

Yu Ziqi, as the master of the Music Pavilion, in front of tens of thousands of literati, of course, must ensure fairness and justice.

He asked Bai Zilang and Xue Ziqian to prepare.

With an order, Bai Zilang and Xue Ziqian stroked the piano at the same time and began to play......

Bite......

The sound of the piano sounded pleasant and beautiful, but this was not the most important thing, everyone's eyes fell on Bai Zilang and Xue Ziqian's guqin.

There is brilliance condensing on the strings, and the more they gather, the more they gather.

Xue Ziqian's is purple light, and Bai Zilang's is blue light.

Zheng~

As the sound of the piano became faster, the sound waves turned into substantial energy, and the two energies of Zi and Qing shot out, colliding with each other halfway.

Click!

Cracks immediately appeared on the countertop.

The sound of the qin rose again, and the music pavilion was filled with a murderous atmosphere, and the power of the sound of the qin turned into a flood of brilliance, like a sword qi, cutting everything in the heavens and all worlds.

"The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north, the dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword qi is like frost ......"

Bai Zilang opened his mouth to sing, the sound of the piano merged with his singing, and the artistic conception of the lyrics was extraordinary.

Boom!

Xue Ziqian's guqin broke a string, and his eyes revealed surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Good words......"

However, Lin Yu in the audience almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Serve one’s country with true allegiance?

But what's special is that he listened to it for a long time, but he didn't hear the music played by Bai Zilang, which had nothing to do with Jingzhong's service to the country.

This feeling is like the lyrics of serving the country with loyalty, singing the sense of déjà vu of 'Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat, Boiling Goat, What Sheep Look'.

He was about to vomit blood.

A war song that is inspiring and inspires patriotic sentiments was stunned by Bai Zilang and turned into a children's song.

The essential...... Xue Ziqian, who prides himself on being proud of Yuefu and arrogant to the point that his nostrils are facing the sky, was actually shocked to break a string.

Convinced!

I'm really convinced......

"Hehe......"

Lin Yu then also found that Ling'er beside her couldn't help laughing, she was too familiar with this song of loyalty to the country.

When she was in Wuling County, she invited Lin Yu to discuss the influence of quyi on people with the literati in the city.

Then...... Lin Yu's loyalty to the country by playing and singing has reached a very terrifying level.

At that time, the literati were all obsessed, and they were deeply trapped in the artistic conception and could not extricate themselves.

But now, Bai Zilang doesn't know where he stole the lyrics from, and then ...... Privately composed.

This is several notches different from the song played by Lin Yu at the beginning.

"Good...... It's great! ”

"Why don't you die to repay your family and country...... Great!"

The literati in the Music Pavilion were excited, but the disciples of the Academy's Yuefu were frowning.

Obviously, I didn't expect that Bai Zilang, the scum, would have this kind of lyrics at the bottom of the box.

"It's great, but that's all there is to it......"

Xue Ziqian was only amazed, and then chuckled again, and his ten fingers sped up to pluck the strings, even if a string was broken, it did not affect his performance.

The sound of the piano was rapid, as if the iron horse was in a dream, and with the blessing of the powerful heritage, Xue Ziqian pushed the guqin, releasing terrifying breath fluctuations.

"That's it!"

Bite!

Xue Ziqian's eyes showed madness again, his hands slapped on the guqin, the sound of the qin exploded, and the entire guqin exploded.

In an instant, that terrifying energy exploded, like a torrent, and slapped on Bai Zilang's body.

Bang!

Burst!

Bai Zilang was hit by the power of the Qin Dao, and his body flew upside down, spitting blood in midair.

"Child......

Yu Ziqi exclaimed, took a step forward, hugged Bai Zilang, his eyes were already red, and he breathed a sigh of relief under the investigation.

It was only a serious injury, but it did not hurt the foundation.

Wow!

However, Yu Ziqi said 'son' just now, which made the literati in the music pavilion stunned instantly.

Even the disciples of the Lequ Pavilion were dumbfounded.

Bai Zilang is actually Yu Ziqi's son?

Bastard?

Jiang Ling'er was surprised for a while, but she knew that Yu Ziqi was very serious about Bai Zilang, so she was not surprised.

But Xu Jiaojiao's delicate body trembled slightly, doesn't this mean that the true disciple has no chance with her?

Born, Bai Zilang became the existence of the master of the Music Pavilion?

"You lost, this guqin, Ben Shengzi took ......"

Xue Ziqian chuckled and said, although his guqin has been shattered, this iris guqin is his from now on.

A good guqin can improve the power of the piano by several grades.

"Xue Gongzi, the old man is willing to lose money, this guqin is the treasure of my music pavilion, can you ......?"

Yu Ziqi begged, he thought he would win, but he didn't expect Xue Ziqian to have such a deep background, and the artistic conception of the song of loyalty to the country could not be parried.

But halfway through his words, Xue Ziqian sneered: "Do you think it's possible? If this Holy Son loses, will you spare this Holy Son's life?"

Yu Zi's breath was stagnant.

If Bai Zilang wins, he will have Xue Ziqian's head moved and hung on the music pavilion for the literati in the capital to watch.

PS: When it is updated later, it will be updated together with the two chapters.

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