"Then Song San, you can't understand the rhythm of music...... Forget it, you definitely won't!"

Rowan shook his head, then turned and walked off the high platform.

Song San stood beside him with an embarrassed expression, and only after a long time did he whisper: "Master, I can do a." ”

"Huh?" Rowan said in surprise, "Are you quite versatile?"

Song San was speechless, master, how much do you look down on your disciple, how can I say that I am also the son of a family, even if it is a martial arts family, even if the family is ruined......

Song San shook off this thought abruptly, and walked off the high platform with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

There was a store with various musical instruments near the dock by the lake, and Song Sanyi walked in and quickly bought a long flute.

After that, they didn't go to rent a boat, but asked Song San to try it by the lake to see if his flute sound could make the lake ripple.

Passers-by strolling by the lake saw that someone wanted to try the flute, and immediately stopped and came to watch with high interest.

Silver Lake City is a city that pays more attention to music than literature, and the people here have a heartfelt love for all kinds of music.

Seeing that there were more and more people, Rowan silently retreated from the crowd and distanced himself from Song San.

With his in-depth understanding of Song San, how could he not know Song San's level of, it was absolutely inferior and miserable, and he didn't know where his confidence came from?

Seeing that the master was gone, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he hurriedly took a step back and blended into the crowd, saying that he didn't know the white-clothed swordsman.

The next moment, the sound of the squeaky flute was blowing, and the whole house was shocked!

......

The onlookers couldn't bear the harsh noise like glass scraping, and they covered their ears one by one and staggered, and a few people with bad tempers even scolded.

In the early morning, the tranquility of the lake was completely destroyed by this disturbance.

"Now, how do you rent a boat?"

Rowan touched his chin, curled his lips, and thought for a moment.

Can't quit murder, Song San can't, he himself can sing a few pop music at most, it is absolutely impossible to cause any lake resonance, do you have to hire a young lady to play a song "Sigh"?

But doesn't that affect you?

Rowan looked around, the people of Silver Lake City admired music, Silver Lake was a very sacred place for them, and only those with a certain level of music could go by boat.

It was both a recognition and a great honor.

The woman in colorful clothes and the woman in white should be everyone in guqin and singing, but I don't know if people without music cells can take a ride?

Rowan found the boatman on the dock and wanted to ask him if he could take a boat with the wind, but saw that the old man actually pulled out a bamboo flute from behind him, and then glanced at Song San contemptuously, and played at the bamboo flute!

Together, the sound of the flute suddenly surged like a tide, and a majestic momentum gradually rose, instantly overpowering Song San's noise!

And the lake water by the lake is even more like a mountain-like wave.

Rowan didn't bother, just listened quietly, and his heart was full of amazement.

When the song is over, the old man collects the flute in a chic manner, just like a long sword returning to its sheath, with an awe-inspiring demeanor.

At this time, Rowan couldn't ask, he sighed slightly, turned to look at Song San, but found that Song San was staring at this side, looking lost and depressed, and seemed to have been greatly hit.

This scene was so sad that Rowan couldn't laugh for a while.

He shook his head, and continued to look back at the silver lake, where the silver water was rippling, and he could see in the distance that the lake was dancing and bouncing like fish and elves around the boat.

"It seems that the silver hairpin in this lake has nothing to do with me. But also, if the silver hairpin is taken away, the scenery of the silver lake will also be eliminated, and the silver lake city will exist in name only. ”

He was a little determined and decided to give up on finding out.

But at this time, the old man of the boat turned his head and asked, "Little friend, do you want to board the boat and enter the lake?"

"Nope. Rowan was about to continue answering, but suddenly frowned, and saw a painting boat being pushed from the shore into the lake, and several people with swords and swords got on the boat silently.

He couldn't help asking, "Old man, look over there, how can their boat get down to the lake?"

The old man frowned, and quickly turned his head, just in time to see the painting boat slip into the lake, he suddenly frowned, looked angry, and shouted: "Whose little rabbit cub, how can any boat in the silver lake enter?"

His voice was full of anger, and all the passers-by around him heard it, and they couldn't help but look over there, and suddenly there were all kinds of people, and someone ran over there on the spot, trying to stop them from going down to the lake!

However, the few people over there were silent, and their movements were even faster, paddling into the lake in one go.

"There are thieves!

Seeing them like this, the people immediately shouted angrily.

For Silver Lake City, anyone who does not follow the rules and directly boards the boat into the lake is a thief, which is a desecration of Silver Lake!

This is true no matter what their purpose is!

Some of them immediately went looking for the city guards, while others stood by the lake and frantically scolded the boat.

"Little friend, wait a minute, I'll come when I go!"

The old man of the boat pulled the bamboo flute out with a flick behind him, and he stared at the painting boat with awe-inspiring eyes, and then kicked it violently on the stern of a small boat at his feet!

Suddenly there was a glint on the foot, and when it kicked on the stern of the boat, it turned into a soft force, and lifted the boat into the lake.

"He's a master!"

Luo Wen's heart moved, and he had an evaluation of this old man.

However, this master refers to the martial arts master in the mortal world, not the monk.

When the boat entered the lake, the old man walked out quickly, and with one foot flying, he took two steps in the air and boarded the boat.

With the force of his impact, the ship moved forward quickly, shooting like an arrow at the boat!

Luo Wen watched him leave quickly, and then asked Song San, who came in frustration, "Song San, who is more powerful than you in this old man?"

Of course, Song San knew that Luo Wen was asking before he had cultivated his mana, so after careful observation, he replied, "If you really want to fight, he is not my opponent." ”

"In other words, in terms of skill alone, it is almost the same? That is the peerless master in the martial arts. I didn't expect a boatman who was proficient in to be a peerless master, and he was always a little excited to meet a sweeping monk. ”

Song San didn't know what a "sweeping monk" was, but he could probably understand his feelings, and then sighed: "What a peerless master, it's just a frog at the bottom of the well." ”

Luo Wen was slightly stunned, and then comforted: "Why should you be presumptuous, you are at least a frog among frogs, a bullfrog!"

Song San's face darkened, is there such a comforting thing?

While laughing and talking, the old man had already carried his light work and rushed to the painting boat!