Stepping on the sled, Tang Yu almost didn't have to control it, so he involuntarily rushed all the way to the vicinity of the Hall of Saints. ，

"Murmur!"

The sound of the piano is quiet, like rain hitting plantains, listening to such songs in the snow, there is a unique flavor.

The tempo slowed down, and the sound became clearer.

After several turns, there was a small courtyard door in front of him that was half-hidden, "Wow!" Tang Yu felt that the thin strings on his feet were gone.

He jumped off the sleigh, his eyes staring at the small courtyard in front of him, his lips just moved, but the sound of the piano climbed to the ** place.

It was a bright spring day, but it seemed that the wind and clouds came suddenly, and the sound of the piano became very urgent.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The storm is raging, and there is no longer the style of rain hitting plantains, but there is only the howl of the yin wind, the panic of the turbidity wave emptying, accompanied by the thunderous body, the pedestrians on the road are extinct, and the business travelers are closed, and the scene makes people unable to look at it directly.

Tang Yu only felt that he was holding a breath in his chest, and his mind was instantly filled with boundless fear, and his body seemed to float up, just like a fallen leaf in the wind, and when a gust of wind came out, he could crush himself.

His heart was beating faster and faster, the blood in his body was getting stronger and stronger, and the mana was scurrying around, so frightened that he hurriedly took out the magic pen, forcibly concentrating, and the pen moved gently, volleying "Yan Gong Duo Bao Ti".

But the interference of the sound of the piano made him impetuous, and the stroke fell, and the pen trembled.

It's like writing a book, and your hands are tied to a big sandbag, and your hands are shaking.

Fortunately, he was determined, and after all, he still put pen to paper and finished writing a word. Beads of sweat the size of beans were already on his forehead.

I wrote the second word, but my mood calmed down a bit.

He was in a hurry. After writing dozens of words in one breath, I felt collapsed. The mana of the whole body is almost exhausted.

At this moment, the sound of the piano changed again, but the storm gradually dissipated, the clouds and rain stopped, and the clear and sunny sky resumed.

Tang Yu accepted the magic pen, his body was already soaked with sweat, and he hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Thank you seniors for rescuing, the seniors used the piano to guide the younger generations in calligraphy, so that the younger generations benefited a lot......"

There was no response in the courtyard. When the last note dissipates, there is silence.

At this time, the sky had gradually begun to darken, and it was almost the beginning of Shen Shi, Tang Yu raised his eyes to look at the sky, and finally gritted his teeth and walked into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, there is an octagonal pavilion, and a woman in a black robe sits at the end of the pavilion......

"Ah......h

"Yes...... Is that you?"

The woman in the black robe was none other than Ji Sunxiang.

Ji Sunxiang didn't move. He didn't smile, his face turned a little pale, and he shook his head gently.

An indifferent voice came from the attic in the courtyard: "Is this what you call Tang Xianjue? But I haven't seen "Yan Gong's Duobao Post" for a long time, and I didn't expect that there are still people among the Wuling scholars who can practice this book to the point of barely entering the house. ”

Tang Yu turned his head to look at the attic. Above the attic stood a woman who was also completely black.

The woman was described as petite, with a fair face and thin lips. His eyes were as sharp as knives, and his face was indifferent.

Ji Sunxiang still didn't speak. Tang Yu hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Junior, Wuling Tang Xianjue, meet the senior!"

The woman didn't look at Tang Yu, stared at Ji Sunxiang coldly and said, "Xiang'er." Didn't you hear what I asked you?"

Ji Sunxiang slowly lowered his head and said, "Auntie, yes, he is Tang Xianjue!"

Tang Yu's mood was extremely complicated for a while, since the last battle of Wulingjiang, Tang Yu had a secret hatred for Ji Sunxiang, the woman in front of him had a strange personality and moodiness, and he encountered such danger.

Especially in the end, Ji Sunxiang suddenly ordered many high-ranking scholars to besiege him, which can be called extremely shameless, such a woman from a powerful and wealthy family is really unreasonable, and it is really difficult for people to feel good.

But today, it was she who saved herself.

The person who saves himself is more profound than he can imagine.

This place is several kilometers away from the Tailai Inn, but the other party can pull himself back with a wisp of piano wire, this kind of piano means can be called the pinnacle, Ji Sunxiang called him aunt, thinking that this woman must be a master of Ji Sunshi's generation.

The black-robed woman's gaze finally fell on Tang Yu's face, and said, "Tang Xianjue, on the Wuling River, you killed so many juniors of my Jisun family, how should this matter be resolved?"

Ji Sunxiang suddenly stood up and said, "Auntie, I said it, it's not Tang Xianjue's fault, it's my ......."

"Shut up, do you have your share here?" said the black-robed woman angrily.

Ji Sunxiang seemed to be very afraid of this woman, and hurriedly lowered her head and didn't dare to speak.

Tang Yu frowned slightly, took a deep breath and said, "Senior, this matter is actually easy to solve." I did kill a few of the scholars of the Jisun family that day, and if there were scholars in the Jisun family now, they could have killed me. Isn't this a life-for-life fair?"

Speaking of this, Tang Yu said lightly: "Against the powerful and wealthy families, I am not afraid of learning to fight, I am only afraid of conspiracy and bullying the small." The predecessors of the Qin Dao cultivation are superb, they must be the predecessors, and they must disdain to be like the likes of Dong Guo Ji, and dare not let the younger generations of scholars confront me head-on, and they are all doing those dirty villains......"

"What a clever child, Xiang'er, most of these children are cunning and flamboyant. How can you take a fancy to such a person?" the black-robed woman said sharply.

"Ah......h

Tang Yu and Ji Sunxiang exclaimed at the same time.

Ji Sunxiang's face was full of crimson, but Tang Yu looked incredible.

The two glanced at each other and looked away almost at the same time, Tang Yu felt extremely ridiculous in his heart.

I thought that Ji Sunxiang, the top genius of the Ji Sun family, Da Chu Youxue Siqing, would he take a fancy to himself?

And Ji Sunxiang also bowed her head and was silent, but she didn't have the previous madness and straightforwardness, like a boudoir girl, she didn't dare to raise her head.

She has been doing her own thing since she was born, and she has been invincible since she entered school, crushing her opponents at the same level wherever she goes, and she has never encountered anything unpleasant.

She only occasionally understands all kinds of love for her children from the classics, but she has never felt that there is a scholar who makes her admire.

Speaking of which, there have been a lot of people who have courted Sun Xiang in the last quarter of these years, not only the wealthy lords of Great Chu, but also the royal nobles, the Jin Kingdom, the Song Kingdom, and the Yan Kingdom.

But Ji Sunxiang ran to Wuling and saw the little-known Tang Xianjue, and gradually fell in love.

Speaking of which, even she thought it was incredible, and she couldn't even tell if it was a child's affection.

Anyway, when she saw Tang Yuhuai hugging another woman in Wuling Jiangshan that day, she was furious in her heart, and she couldn't hold back her breath.

Today, there was news that Dong Guo Ji of the Dong Guo family wanted to kill Tang Yu, so she was restless, and she did everything possible to ask her aunt to save Tang Yu's life.

But when she saw Tang Yu, she didn't know what to say, she felt extremely embarrassed, thinking of the incident of Wulingjiang that day, her heart was tangled and complicated, and that feeling was indescribable.

There was silence in the courtyard, Tang Yu was dumbfounded, and Ji Sunxiang bowed his head and was silent.

And the black-robed woman stared at Tang Yu deadly, her eyes full of fierceness.

"Yixiang, go down and kill this son!"

Above the attic, a woman suddenly burst out, also dressed in a black robe, with a beautiful face, about twenty years old, her expression was like the ice in this winter, and she felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar at a glance.

The woman's fingers were slender, the strings jumped at the tips of her fingers, and the sound of "ding dong" attacked Tang Yu.

Tang Yu took a step back, and the position where he was standing had already exploded, and the snow was flying, fascinating his eyes.

Earlier, he resisted the sound of the piano and almost exhausted the mana in his body, although he rested for two moments just now, the mana consumption in his body was too great, and he was far from recovering.

But he didn't say a word, took out the magic pen, and seriously wrote the word "Yong".

But where calligraphy, the eight methods of Yongzi are all-encompassing, and Yan Gong's calligraphy is to use this regular script eight methods to the extreme.

Monks who practice regular script will comprehend the penmanship and meaning from this character, and Tang Yu is no exception.

He uses the pen very slowly, but each stroke is very accurate, his pen is not exposed, almost always back to the front of the pen, but it is completely different from other calligraphy.

A whirlpool of mana appeared in front of him.

He fought and retreated, his expression was unwavering, and the opponent's piano path was unpredictable, or it was a blade, or a sword, or a sword, or tangible, or invisible.

The strings in his hand changed from three to six, and it was obvious that he was using a very powerful six-stringed instrument.

The six-stringed piano is said to be created by a generation of qin saints, the qin saint has six fingers, known as the six-fingered qin saint, the six-stringed qin, playing the eight tones, is the legendary heavenly saint eight tones.

In the traditional qin, the sound of the qin is only five tones of the palace merchant horn Zhengyu, but the six-stringed qin has eight notes, which is enough to show the difficulty of the six-stringed qin.

The woman in front of her is a master of the six-stringed piano, although her cultivation is not highly learned, but she is skilled in fingering and exquisite in technique.

Its piano road has a graceful style, taking into account strange changes, and can often kill the enemy between square inches.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Yu had already retreated to the gate of the courtyard, and the woman smiled coldly and said, "Didn't you speak wildly before?

Tang Yu pursed his lips and was silent, the pen in his hand was not messy at all, although he was at a disadvantage, he did not feel the slightest frustration.

It is still Yan Gong's treasure post, the penmanship is running, stroke by stroke, meticulous.

Looking at his appearance, it doesn't look like he has just experienced a life and death escape, as if he is studying with his fellow disciples, his demeanor is calm and relaxed, and there is incomparable confidence in the relaxation.

The path of cultivation is long, and it does not happen overnight.

Tang Yu's cultivation time is still short, and although his qualifications are outstanding, the way of the four arts is still a little shallow after all.

He has been on the road these days, encountering all kinds of troubles one after another, and even more neglecting to cultivate, but this is the only point, but it can't determine the winner or loser.

The first update,Get up at six o'clock in the morning to code words.,After the code is finished, a chapter will be sent.,I hope the brothers can support !!! (to be continued......