Chapter 612: The Legendary Demon Golden-Faced Buddha

After looking at him deeply for a while, Mrs. Han let out a long breath of turbidity, and then couldn't help but praise from the bottom of her heart: "I can't imagine that Lord Yang, you are not only noble and chivalrous, but also so talented, Mrs. Ben is really disrespectful." ”

As she spoke, Mrs. Han bowed down slightly.

"Where, Madame's words are serious!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Feng hurriedly raised his hand and helped her up, but he couldn't help but be proud in his heart.

Once upon a time, he once watched a movie in which a kid named Charlotte traveled back in time and space to his high school days, became a music giant by copying the famous songs of a generation of songwriters, and then had to get up.

What's that?

He only copied one generation, and Lao Tzu copied everything, anyway, it is impossible for those songwriters to cross an interface dimension and come to a lawsuit with Lao Tzu.

This is plagiarism for a while, plagiarism all the time.

Yang Feng's heart is full of joy!

At this time, Mrs. Na Han bowed down again and pleaded: "Lord Yang, Mrs. Ben has a reluctant request, and I hope to grant it." ”

"Mrs. Han, please hurry up, this time Mentor Ye can get his last wish back, thanks to Mrs. Han's great help, Yang really owes Mrs. Han a big favor. If you have any needs, even if you mention it, Yang will never shirk if he can. ”

"Thank you, Lord Yang, for your success. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Mrs. Han muttered: "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just that after listening to those lyrics and songs, Mrs. Ben felt something, so I want to ask Lord Yang to transcribe a copy of the lyrics and songs to me, okay?"

"Transcription?

"yes!"

"Uh, this ......"

Smacked his mouth twice, Yang Feng was suddenly embarrassed, and muttered: "Don't hide it, there's nothing wrong with this matter." It's just that after all, these lyrics and songs were written by me and listened to by my wife, and they have been given to her. Now I have to get her consent to give it to someone else, and you can wait for me to go back and discuss it with my wife?"

"Of course, Lord Yang really respects Mrs. Zun, a rare good man. ”

With a slight bow, Mrs. Han said happily.

In fact, Yang Feng can now hand over the lyrics and music to this mysterious and powerful Mrs. Han.

But the key is, the words are easy to write, how to draw the score? Modern music scores, 1234567? Don't say that he can't draw, even if he can draw, can the people here understand it?

The people here only know Gongshang Jiao Zhengyu.

But how 1234567 can be transformed into a palace merchant horn and a feather, only professional musicians can do it.

Coincidentally, there is one in their family, Mo Shaoqiu, a music maniac. It's just that this girl is in retreat now, and he must wait for him to get out of the customs before he can get this score out, so Yang Feng needs some time.

As for the other people who play erhu and gong on the street, although they also have some musical literacy, they are unreliable and easy to leak secrets, revealing the secret that they don't know the music score; second, they are not good at the level.

In fact, these accompaniments were all singing by themselves just now, and they were taking them away, otherwise they would have been out of tune to Tiannan Haibei by themselves, which is really unreliable.

In order to maintain his image as a music master, Yang Feng still waited for Mo Lao to come out of the customs.

It's just that Yang Feng's difficulty, but Mrs. Han doesn't know anything about it, and thinks that he respects his wife's opinion quite a lot, and he can't help but appreciate it even more.

In this patriarchal society, there are not many peerless good men who can respect their wives' opinions so much, and even ask for their wife's consent for a small matter like giving away music scores.

In this way, this Mrs. Han appreciated Yang Feng more and more, and she felt like she had met a bosom friend, and immediately invited: "Lord Yang, now that Tutor Ye and Tutor Xiaowei are talking very happily, let's not disturb them here." If you don't give up, can you go out with me?"

"It's an honor!"

Smiling slightly, Yang Feng nodded, and then accompanied Mrs. Han, took those guards, and left.

A quarter of an hour later, the two came to the backyard of Longteng Accord, a secluded back garden.

Reflecting the white moonlight, walking on the path between the pavilions, surrounded by a hundred flowers and lush greenery.

Mrs. Han touched the flowers with one hand, and carefully recalled the past like smoke: "I think that at the beginning, I met him here for the first time, when he was the youngest general in the dynasty, less than thirty, and he was already a third-rank martial arts captain. He is really handsome and heroic. The moment I met him, I was completely hooked. ”

Wow, it turns out that your husband has a military background, no wonder he can command the city defense army so easily, it all depends on the connections of his husband's family.

Nodding his head, Yang Feng understood.

Then, Mrs. Han said leisurely: "It's a pity, God is jealous of talents. Just because he was upright and selfless, dared to be angry and dared to speak, but in the end he was framed by the villain and died tragically at the hands of his comrades on the battlefield. This point is somewhat similar to that of Lord Yang. ”

Don't compare me to him.

I dared to be angry and speak out, because I had that strength, and he dared to be angry and dared to speak, and as a result, he killed himself, obviously because he didn't see the situation clearly.

However, for such a person who sacrifices his life for righteousness, Yang Feng still has a lot of respect in his heart. Just like the person who stopped a thief from stealing on a bus and ended up being stabbed to death, they are all heroes.

It's just that in the long history of history, most heroes are short of breath.

Therefore, ordinary people don't want to be heroes, and not being a villain is already the psychological bottom line of their own humanity, otherwise it will be too much of a loss.

Yang Feng shook the folding fan lightly, sighed in his heart, and looked up, only to see that Mrs. Han was talking and talking, and reached into her hat for a while.

Obviously, in the process of remembering her deceased husband, she wiped away her tears.

Yang Feng let out a long breath of turbidity, suddenly smiled slightly, pointed to the dark night sky and said, "Madam, look at this sky!"

"What's wrong?"

Madame was puzzled, stopped grieving, looked up, but saw nothing.

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth grinned, and he said secretly in his heart.

Account Conversion, Mage L!

Swish!

Once again, with endless mana, Yang Feng raised his gun with both hands to the sky and shot again and again.

Fireball cannons!

Whoosh ......

In an instant, a series of small fireballs flew towards the Nine Heavens, and tens of thousands of them swept through in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, in the middle of the night, above the nine heavens, a figure with golden wings stretched out behind his back was passing through the air, his face sinking like water, and his whole face was still glowing with golden light under the cold light of the moon.

He was once the number one killer on the underworld of the rivers and lakes, the golden-faced Buddha, who terrified everyone.

It is often said that the golden-faced Buddha is a ghost Yama. Jin Mian knocked on the door late at night, and the sun rose in the west and wrapped white silk, which is a true portrayal of his terrifying strength.

Once upon a time, he once unleashed a wild saying that there was no one in this world that he couldn't kill, only a price that his employer couldn't afford.

As long as the price is right, he can also win the head of the world's five uniques.

Later, he really succeeded in assassinating a master of the Five Absolute Masters, so far he became famous in black and white, and everyone was afraid of his arrival.

After all, the world's five uniques are already the highest combat power to maintain the order of martial arts, if even the world's five uniques are not his opponents, then shouldn't the world be in chaos?

So in the fear of everyone, the entire martial arts team up to destroy this golden-faced Buddha.

Later, I heard that he died tragically in the joint demon eradication struggle with all the sects and factions in the world, and since then he has disappeared in the rivers and lakes, but he never expected that at this time, this legendary existence would appear so abruptly in the night sky of the Wind Thunder Emperor Capital.

The old devil of three hundred years ago has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and it is bound to set off a new bloody storm......