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Chapter 235: Persuasion

"Old devil, dare you see the real chapter under your hands, see which of us is the waste. Don't think that your sonic skills can be invincible in the world!"

"Okay, then you can go together, the old man will use one hand, and I will lose with one more hand!"

"You ......"

"Okay, don't make any noise. If you really want to fight, fight me!"

The four worshippers and Mo Shaoqiu couldn't look at each other,-for-tat, and they were about to start drying, but they were stopped by Yang Feng's shout.

With Yang Feng's strength and current prestige, no matter Mo Shaoqiu or those worshippers, they didn't dare to make a mistake in front of him, and after gritting his teeth tightly, he swallowed all the anger into his stomach and stopped shouting.

Yang Feng glanced at them and smiled, and smiled so naturally.

"The four worshippers, Senior Mo is a guest after all. No matter how prejudiced you are against Senior Mo, you shouldn't be rude to the guests and lose your manners. ”

"Senior Mo, just now the four people in the family were rude and collided with the seniors, Yang is here to make amends to the seniors, and I hope the seniors will forgive the sins!"

As he spoke, Yang Feng stood up straight, bowed to Mo Shaoqiu, and saluted Corporal Lixian.

When Mo Shaoqiu saw it, he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly got up and bowed back, and he was even more impressed by Yang Feng in his heart.

After all, with Yang Feng's strength here, he can be so respectful to him, and he also has a warm current flowing through his heart, and said shamefully: "Yang Daxia is humble and open, Mo is ashamed!"

"Senior Mo is polite, please take a seat!"

Smiling slightly, Yang Feng invited Mo Shaoqiu back to his seat, and said lightly: "Since Senior Mo is unwilling to be an enemy of the Ghost King, then let's not talk about the Ghost King, let's talk about Senior Mo's thoughts." ”

"What is on the old man's mind?"

"That's right, Senior Mo's dignified third-order late-stage master of the martial spirit will actually play a song for a little girl in the Qinglou, isn't it interesting to that little girl?"

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Yang Feng chuckled and said, "But this is not right, with the status of Senior Mo, will he not even have the money to raise a little girl?

"There must be a bigger conspiracy!"

Hearing this, the big worship on the side directly arbitrarily said.

Mo Shaoqiu glanced at him coldly, no longer looked at him, but looked at Yang Feng and said with a smile: "Yang Daxia doesn't know, the old man is playing in the Qinglou, not for women. That little girl, the old man has only known each other for a few months, and she has no friendship, let alone any extraneous thoughts. ”

"Oh, I don't be a woman in the Qinglou, why is that?"

"For the way of music!"

"Qule?music?"

"Not bad!"

The corners of his mouth curled, and Mo Shaoqiu said with a wandering face: "Mo has no hobbies in his life, but he likes to listen to wonderful sounds." Qinglou, in the eyes of ordinary people, seems to be a place for men and women to find pleasure. But you can't deny that from ancient times to the present, how many talented and beautiful people have even gotten witty words, all of which happened in this green building. ”

"It's full of male and female love, joys and sorrows, all kinds of people, all kinds of songs, and many poets and poets, leaving good sentences. The old man here looks at the warmth and coldness of the people, laughter and laughter, helpless, high and low. Every emotion, accompanied by a melodious song, lingered in the old man's ears. The old man is reluctant to break this natural and comfortable environment, so he has been pretending to be a musician in a low-key manner, feeling everything inside!"

Speaking of this, Mo Shaoqiu closed his eyes deeply, as if he was immersed in his own imagination again.

Yang Feng stared at him tightly and nodded knowingly.

I see, he is a composer who finds inspiration in the green building!

It seems that he is a music enthusiast and has a great love for music, so this is easy to do. Knowing his interests and hobbies, starting from this point, I don't believe that I can't handle him.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and Yang Feng smiled lightly: "It turns out that Senior Mo has a good boya period, no wonder I look at your temperament, you are very elegant, and you are full of artistic bacteria!"

"Huh?"

"Uh, no, it's an art cell!"

"Artistic cells?"

Mo Shaoqiu still didn't understand, and Yang Feng didn't bother to explain anymore, just said solemnly: "But Senior Mo, if one day, there is no music in this world, then what should you do?"

"How is that possible? How can the world be without music?"

"It's entirely possible!"

Pouting disapprerovingly, Mo Shaoqiu heard the Arabian Nights, but Yang Feng nodded very solemnly and shouted: "When the Ghost King Black Soul Tree is resurrected, it will be the day of hell. In hell, in such a place full of human wails, do you think there will be music?"

His complexion changed slightly, and Mo Shaoqiu stopped speaking for a while.

Yang Feng looked at him deeply, and then asked, "What would you do if I put a spell seal on you now, so that you will never be able to hold the instrument again and hear the music in the future?"

"Then you might as well kill me!" His face tightened, a trace of fear flashed in Mo Shaoqiu's eyes, and he no longer had the previous calm and elegance, as if he was really afraid that Yang Feng would do this, because Yang Feng had this strength.

With a slight pouting in his eyes, Yang Feng's heart was overjoyed, because he had already found this Mo Shaoqiu's weakness: "So, music is more important than your life?"

"Without music, what's the point of the old man's life?"

"Yes, music is something more important than life in your heart. Now that the Ghost King is going to destroy it, can you really sit idly by?"

"But I ......"

Gritting his teeth tightly, Mo Shaoqiu's face was full of hesitation: "After all, he saved my life, even if I don't help him, I can't harm him, this is morality." ”

"You're just a little righteousness, once the Black Soul Tree is resurrected, it will poison the world, you ......"

"Enough!"

Hearing his words, Da Worship immediately retorted with righteous words, but was directly stopped by Yang Feng, and then said loudly: "Morality is morality, there is no difference between big and small." The ghost king saved his life, the ghost king wants to poison the world, and everyone in the world can scold the ghost king, but he can't. Because the ghost king is sorry for the whole world, but he is not sorry for him, so he has no right to scold the ghost king, this is righteousness!"

Nodding slightly, Mo Shaoqiu looked at Yang Feng's eyes and became more respectful.

Because Yang Feng is not like those decent people, who always stand on the moral high ground and accuse them of being demons, but can fully understand their principles of life.

is so open-minded and empathetic, so that Mo Shaoqiu is impressed.

"But!"

But soon, Yang Feng's words changed, and he looked at Mo Shaoqiu again and said, "Although I haven't seen the horror of the Black Soul Tree, I heard that the Black Soul Tree will suck people's souls and plant black soul marks on people. It has been spreading to the outside world, endlessly, and can turn the living beings of the world into ghosts. At that time, the entire Ten Great Empires will be Senluo Hell. ”

"There are no people, no laughter, no joys and sorrows, and there is no place where poetry is opposed, where men and women love, and there is no music. All the good things in the world will disappear without a trace. Senior Mo, you said that there is no music, and it is not interesting for you to live. That said, music is more important than your life. Although the ghost king saved your life, he wants to put you in such a boring world, is this a favor or a hate!"

Yang Feng said it with emotion, and Mo Shaoqiu also frowned when he heard it, and his face gradually sank, as if he was thinking.

"You were born and died for the sake of the Ghost King's life-saving grace, but what have you done for the music you love? Can you stand by while your music is about to be destroyed by the Ghost King? If that's the case, are you embarrassed to say that music is more important than your life?"

"Enough!"

Touch!

Suddenly, with a hard punch on the table, Mo Shaoqiu finally became angry, his eyes were burning with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Ghost King, if you dare to destroy my way of music, the old man will never let you go!"

That's right, it's not in vain that I turned my tongue and induced.

Hearing him say this, Yang Feng couldn't help but shrug his shoulders slightly and smiled in his heart.

Get!

From now on, we finally have a general who can handle it, hehe!