Everyone in the hall was confused by Jiang Xia, and they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Fang Hulu, and the music they played was the same as what Ling Lin played. The latter is that the more I listen to it, the more I am frightened, the more I listen to it, the more incredible it becomes, and even a detail and a subtle change in the song are the same as before.

Others may not know, but Ling Lin is very clear, that song was written by herself, she is the only one in the world who can do it, and she is also sure that she has never seen Jiang Xia before, so there is only one person who can cause this possible surname, and that is Jiang Xia has just learned.

"How is it possible? How can there be such a bewitching genius with such a memory?" Ling Lin's red lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Tong Zheng on the side saw the change in Ling Lin's expression, and a trace of jealousy couldn't help but rise in his heart, "Hmph, what if you play the same thing? It's not that you can't open the stone door." ”

There are more than one person who thinks the same way as Tong Zheng, except for Xia Xiaonan, Xia Xiaodong and Ruoxue, although the others are surprised, none of them are optimistic about Jiang Xia, the reason is very simple, what the fifth-order violinist can't do, the fourth-order violinist has no hope at all. The disdain on the faces of He Yang and the others was even worse.

The music played by Xia gradually entered the state, and the moving and beautiful music tugged at the heartstrings of everyone in the hall, and the previous scenes were presented again. The calm mountain village and small fields, the smoke curling, the white clouds in the clear blue sky, the old people and children laughing and playing, the hearts of the two young boys and girls who have no guesses, everything is plain and happy, and there is no dispute with the world to laugh and be happy.

The person who was immersed in the sound of the Xia Qin unconsciously showed a happy smile, just like the effect that Ling Lin had played before. I thought it was about to enter the end, the song was about to end, the stone door still didn't open, and then I left the scene gloomily amid the laughter of everyone.

Something unexpected happened to everyone, at the end of the happy ending, the style of Xia suddenly changed completely, it was a calm and comfortable day, the girl died in order to save the boy. The laughter and calm are disrupted, and the bland happiness is gone.

The cheerful song is full of deep sorrow, endless desolation. Everyone in the entire hall was shocked physically and mentally, immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves. The sad notes eroded everyone's hearts bit by bit. hurts through the countercurrent, as if he is the hero and heroine described in the song.

Xia Xiaonan's delicate body trembled heavily, her long eyelashes trembled, and two lines of crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Is this the story of Jiang Xia? This is the story between him and the girl named Mengyu? On the edge of the Whistling Wind Cliff, the bitter tears that the boy shed in her arms were because the girl named Mengyu left the world.

The corners of Ruoxue's eyes moistened, followed by Ling Lin and Feng Qing. More and more people burst into tears, and Jiang Xia was playing the piano, telling a story, a story that touched everyone's heartstrings.

The slender ten fingers plucked back and forth on the strings of the departing piano, deep sadness poured out from the fingertips, and the emaciated figure of the young man was desolate, only the sound of the piano in the sky was the best way to pour.

At the end of the sad song, Jiang Xia's face was already full of tears, and there were bursts of soft sobbing in the hall, except for Tong Zheng and Wang Zhao, a few people who hated Jiang Xia, almost no one was not infected by the sound of the piano.

"Is this the power of the violinist?" Rao is Yunqing and several elders had their eyes slightly reddened. Tears wet the placket, a song of the summer will touch the hearts of so many people. Disdain vanished, ridicule disappeared, contempt left, and all that was left was the deep feeling.

Seeing that everyone was immersed in the sound of Jiang Xia's piano, Tong showed a touch of ruthlessness, "Hmph, even so, it's not that I can't impress Master Zu." ”

As soon as Tong Zheng's words fell, a slight "click!" sound came from the main hall, and everyone's hearts shrank tightly, and they looked at the stone gate in disbelief. The originally closed stone door opened a narrow gap, but despite this, the gap from the previous one could still be distinguished.

"Whew!" the sound of heavy stone slabs rubbing against the ground hit again, and the blood vessels of everyone in the audience were about to burst, only to see the stone door that had been closed for decades slowly open under thousands of pairs of eyes.

"The apprentice welcomes the master out of the customs. Yun Qing and several elders were stunned, dumbfounded, and at the same time accompanied by great surprise, and then knelt on the ground, crying with joy and tears. Twenty years have passed, and someone has finally been able to impress Fengyang, and the ruthless years have poured the sadness of Yunqing and several elders into the hearts of Yunqing and several elders.

In addition to Xia Xiaonan and Xia Xiaodong, all the disciples in the main hall also knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "Welcome Master Zu out of the customs." ”

The stone door opened to face Jiangxia, the rich quaint atmosphere stimulated the sense of smell, and the door emitted a faint golden light, making it difficult to see what kind of situation was inside.

"Little guy, please come in!" The gentle voice of the man surnamed Ci came out from the stone gate, and Xia couldn't help but be stunned, listening to this voice, the other party was like a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, it was hard to imagine that it would be the ancestor of the Fengyang Sect.

And Yun Qing and several elders were even more excited, for them, this voice was too familiar, who could it be if it wasn't Feng Yang? All the doubts were broken at this moment, and Feng Yang behind the stone gate really existed. As he had told before, he would only appear if the sound of the piano could move him, and this day had finally arrived.

Xia took a deep breath, stood up, stepped into the stone gate under the awe-inspiring gaze of everyone, and then disappeared behind the golden light. The taboo-like stone door was stepped into by the emaciated young man.

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When Jiang Xia entered the stone door, the golden light in front of him suddenly disappeared, and what appeared in the field of vision was a secret room-like practice room, the space was not very large, the clean ground was not stained with a trace of dust, and Xia was facing the most central position of the secret room, not far in front of him, and there was a middle-aged man who looked to be thirty or forty years old sitting cross-legged.

The man was handsome and extraordinary, and there was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows. When a person has the strength of the Martial Emperor, he can slow down aging, stay young forever, and Feng Yang is a strong Martial Emperor. In front of him was a five-stringed instrument, the body of which was pitch black, and there was a lingering breath, even the strings were black, and faint power fluctuations emanated from the five-stringed instrument. At this time, the man was looking at Jiang Xia with a smile in his eyes.

"The kid will meet the senior of Feng Yang. Jiang Xia bowed slightly and saluted respectfully.

The man showed a gentle smile and nodded appreciatively, "Okay, very good, are you a disciple of Yun Xuan or a disciple of Yun Cheng?"

"The kid was sent by Master Yun Xuan. Jiang Xia answered honestly, and for the time being, he regarded himself as a real disciple of Yun Xuanmen.

"Hehe, Yun Xuan has a good eye, and he found such a good piece of jade as you. ”

"Senior Miao praised. ”

The appreciation on Feng Yang's face was even worse, and then he let out a soft sigh and said softly: "After so many years, I finally waited for a disciple who moved me, and it seems that God has mercy on me. ”

Jiang Xia was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "What did the senior say about this? Aren't you here in retreat?"

"A retreat is a retreat, but a retreat is a dead retreat. Feng Yang's eyes welled up with a little helplessness, "I died on the day of my retreat twenty years ago. ”

"What?" Xia's face changed, his expression was quite funny, the other party said that he was dead, and he had been dead for twenty years, so what was talking to him now, "Hehe, Feng Yang senior, your old man also likes to joke?"

Feng Yang smiled slightly, "Little guy, I never joke. As soon as the words fell, I saw that the flesh on Feng Yang's face was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, a handsome man turned into a thin old man like a dried corpse.

Jiang Xia was so shocked that his eyes wanted to fall off, and he suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, his limbs were weak, and his back was completely soaked with cold sweat. Where have I seen this situation before, if I don't have the last shred of reason in my heart, I'm afraid I will call it out.

"Feng, Fengyang senior, you, don't scare me?"

"Hehe, little one, you don't have to be afraid, I'm not completely dead now, I still have a breath, and now that I've waited for you, I'm finally able to die and be blind. Feng Yang's voice became weak, like a dying old man.

The changes that have occurred before and after are so great that Jiang Xia has not yet sorted out the clue, and after a while, he came back to his senses and tried to keep himself calm, "Senior Fengyang, I don't understand a word of what you said." ”

Feng Yang raised his cloudy old eyes, and his thin arm struggled to hold up the black qin in front of him, "Jiang Xia, let me ask you, do you want the Demon Spirit Lyre?"

"Yes. Jiang Xia didn't think about it, just answered, Shenqin, which ranked nineteenth on the Shenqin list, would be moved by any luthier.

"Okay, the Demon Spirit Lyre can be given to you. Feng raised his voice for a moment, and then said, "But you have to help me kill someone." ”

Jiang Xia frowned, "Murder?who?"

"The male of the Goshawk Fort in Xizhou flies. ”

"Cangxiong Fei?" Jiang Xia was very puzzled, and muttered this unfamiliar name, "Is he a good guy or a bad guy?" ”

"Bad guy, a complete and outright vicious man, his hands are stained with the blood of countless people, even the woman I love the most is a cruel hand to him. Feng Yang's voice was full of unspeakable resentment, his cloudy old eyes were slightly red, and his voice was trembling and soft.

"That year, I learned the news that the Demon Spirit Lyre was somewhere in Dongzhou, and when I passed through Xizhou, I met my favorite woman, a small sect daughter of the Fallen Leaf Gate in Xizhou, and we quickly fell in love, and I also promised her that I would go to her after I got the Demon Spirit Lyre. I never thought that half a year later, when I went to her with the Demon Spirit Lyre, I learned that his father had offended Cangxiong Fei of Goshawk Castle, and all the upper and lower doors of the fallen leaves had been destroyed, and the old and sick women had never let go. ”

A nameless fire suddenly rose in Xia Xia's heart, and his fists clenched, "Beast, this kind of person is simply inferior to a beast." ”

Feng Yang was extremely excited, exhaled deeply, and clenched his teeth, "Later, in my anger, I broke into Goshawk Fort alone and wanted to fly Cangxiong, but I underestimated their strength, although I had a demon spirit five-stringed lyre, under the siege of the masters of Goshawk Castle, I was seriously injured and fled. ”

"And then?"

"Later, huh. Feng Yang laughed bitterly at himself, "Originally, I planned to take care of my injuries and take Feng Yangzong to fight to the death with Goshawk Castle, but I was too seriously injured, and I missed my lover with excessive grief, so the injury did not get better but worsened and became more and more serious, and finally became a stubborn disease...... I know that there is not much time to say, but I am afraid that after death, it will bring panic to the whole Fengyang Sect, and I will never be able to let go of my hatred for Goshawk Castle...... That's why I made this decision and used the excuse of retreat, but in fact, I learned from the pain and waited for someone who could help me...... And I used a martial art technique I practiced to fall into a half-asleep and half-awake until the sound of the piano moved me, and I would wake up again, but after I woke up, it also meant the arrival of real death. ”

Xia was stunned by the wind's words, but he didn't expect the secret behind the stone gate to be such a situation. When I was shocked by the magic of that martial art, I felt sad for Feng Yang's fate, and the years went by, burying a sect master in this place, there are too many poor people in this world, and there are too many hateful people.

"Jiang Xia, as long as you help me kill Cangxiong Fei in the future, I am willing to give him to you this demon spirit five-stringed lyre. There was even a hint of begging in Feng Yang's old eyes.

Looking at this poor old man, Jiang Xia really couldn't bear to refuse, but this matter was too important, "Senior Feng Yang, with your strength back then, you couldn't kill Cangxiong Fei, I think his strength must also be at the level of a Martial Emperor! Do you think I have the ability to help you fulfill your wish?"

"Yes, you can. Feng Yang said firmly: "I Feng Yang can't see the wrong person, your piano sound can wake me up, enough to prove your superiority, although your current strength is too weak, but I believe that you will be able to kill Cangxiong Fei for me." ”

Jiang Xia fell into contemplation, endless depression filled the body and mind, although the Demon Spirit Wuxian wanted it, the premise was to kill a Martial Emperor by himself, with the strength of the current seventh-level martial artist, even the Martial King could pinch himself to death with one hand, and the Martial Emperor was too far away.

The anticipation on Feng Yang's shriveled face gradually turned into loss, and his already cloudy old eyes became even more dim, sighed deeply, and said with a wry smile: "Jiang Xia, it's me who is too demanding, and I don't care about your situation." That's it, that's it, I have a word first, I'll give you this demon spirit five-stringed harp!"

Feng Yang's thin hands raised the Demon Spirit Five-Lear, and the black aura emanating from the body was mysterious and weird. Xia's clear eyes became deep, and then he exhaled a breath and took the Demon Spirit Five-Leed Piano, and at the same time said in a firm tone: "Feng Yang senior, the kid has your Shenqin, and he will do his best to slash the enemy for you." ”