Xiang Yan is silent. Qu Feiyan said: "Do you think the Holy Aunt won't make the decision for me?" Xiang Yan said: "The Songshan faction is a big faction in the martial arts, and Zuo Lengchan is also a master in the martial arts. What can she do with the Songshan faction and Zuo Lengzen? Qu Feiyan said dissatisfiedly: "There are thousands of people in the three mountains and five mountains under the Holy Aunt, can't they deal with just one Songshan faction?" ”

Xiang Yan asked again, "Will the Holy Aunt really help you take revenge?" Will she send a few thousand people to besiege the Songshan faction? Qu Feiyan cheered himself up and said, "Holy Aunt likes me the most, she will definitely avenge my grandfather and send someone to destroy the Songshan faction." ”

Xiang Yan thought disapprerovingly: "The holy aunt should be Ren Yingying, I remember that Ren Yingying seems to have the intention of rebelling." If you say that your predecessor Yingying wants to win over Qu Yang, she may look at you differently. But now that Qu Yang is dead, will she really let her subordinates fight the Songshan faction for the sake of a dead man? ”

The two were silent for a while, and Qu Feiyan said uneasily: "Brother Yan, do you think the Holy Aunt will not help me take revenge?" Xiang Yan said: "Will the Holy Aunt help you avenge the two of them, even if she is willing to help you avenge?" Wouldn't thousands of people rushing to Songshan raise a puff of dust? With such a big battle, would Zuo Lengchan be unaware? Zuo Lengchan is not a fool, why do you have to stay on Songshan Mountain to fight with you when you know that he can't beat him? Why didn't he run? ”

Qu Feiyan suddenly became anxious and said, "Then what should I do?" Am I not able to take revenge? Xiang Yan said: "It is better to rely on yourself than to ask for others." Why do you have to take revenge on your aunt? Why wouldn't you want to take revenge with your own hands? Qu Feiyan said listlessly: "Of course I am willing to take revenge with my own hands, but I don't have the ability to take revenge with my own hands." Zuo Lengzen's kung fu is too high, even if I practice for another thirty years, I may not be able to beat him, how can I take revenge with my own hands? ”

Xiang Yan said with a smile: "Killing people doesn't necessarily have to rely on kung fu, and there are many masters in the world who are planted under poison." If you have a slim chance of becoming a martial arts master to destroy the Songshan faction, will you have a better chance of becoming a master of poison and destroying the Songshan faction? Qu Feiyan said thoughtfully: "If you talk about poisoning, you should take the Five Immortal Sect as the strongest." The Blue Sect Master of the Five Immortals Sect has a good relationship with the Holy Gu, so let's go to the Holy Gu first. ”

Xiang Yan choked and thought to himself: "I mean that those who can save people can kill people, whether it is studying medicine or poison in the novel, it seems that it starts with reciting the "Compendium of Materia Medica". We can also buy a copy of the "Compendium of Materia Medica" first, and then compare the "Compendium of Materia Medica" to concoct a powerful poison to deal with the Songshan faction and Zuo Lengchan. Hey, is there a "Compendium of Materia Medica" in this era? ”

More than one day, the two came to Luoyang. Xiang Yan asked Qu Fei Yan: "Fei Fei, can you play the piano?" Qu Feiyan said: "Understand a little." Xiang Yan said: "After listening to your grandfather and Liu Sanye playing a song of 'Smiling Proud Jianghu Song', I am very interested in music. Definitely, can you teach me to play the piano? Qu Feiyan said: "My piano skills are mediocre, I'm afraid I can't teach you well." There are many people under the Holy Aunt who are good at playing the piano, so I will beg the Holy Aunt and ask her to find you a teacher! ”

After entering Luoyang, the two found an inn to rest first. The next day, Qu Feiyan came to Dongcheng with Xiang Yan. After passing through a few alleys, you come to a narrow alley. Xiang Yan was suspicious in his heart and asked, "Feifei, where are we going now?" Qu Feiyan said: "The Holy Aunt lives in front, and we are going to find the Holy Aunt." ”

Walking to the end of the alley, I saw a large green bamboo forest, swaying in the wind, elegant and natural. Xiang Yan and Qu Feiyan stepped into the alley, and they could hear the sound of the piano, and someone was stroking the piano. The alley is cool and quiet, and Luoyang City outside is like two worlds. At this moment, with the sound of "Zheng", a string suddenly broke off, and the sound of the piano stopped.

An old voice said: "Your guests live in vain, I don't know what to learn?" Qu Feiyan said: "Grandpa Zhu Weng, I'm right and wrong!" I'm looking for the Holy Aunt, is the Holy Aunt there? A soft female voice said, "Right and wrong! Come in! Qu Feiyan whispered to Xiang Yan: "You wait here first, I'll go see the Holy Aunt." Xiang Yan nodded.

Xiang Yan stood alone in the alley, there was no sound in the alley, and occasionally the wind blew the bamboo leaves, making a "rustling" sound. After waiting for a while, I only heard a sobbing whisper, and after a while, I heard the sound of the piano and remembered. Xiang Yan was taken aback, and vaguely remembered that he heard the piano rhyme played by Qu Yang that day.

Xiang Yan only felt that although the tune played by Ren Yingying was the same as that played by Qu Yang, the artistic conception was very different. The tune played by Ren Yingying is peaceful and neutral, which makes people only feel the beauty of the music, but there is no passionate passion played by Qu Yang. After playing for a long time, the rhyme of the piano was suspended, and it seemed that the sound could not stop moving away. It is as if the person playing the piano walked dozens of feet away, and then walked several miles away, and the subtlety was almost unheard.

When the sound of the piano seemed to stop, there were one or two extremely low and thin flute sounds next to the sound of the piano. The whirlwind is tactful, and the sound of the flute is gradually loud, just like the man is slowly approaching while blowing. The sound of the flute is clear, high and low, and light and soft. When it was extremely low, after a few circles, it was low again.

Although very low and very thin, every syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional jewels in the bass, and the jumps are crisp and short, one after another. The sound gradually increases, first like the splash of the spring, and then like a group of flowers, the flowers are clustered, sandwiched between the birds and the language, this song I and. Gradually, the birds are gone, the spring flowers are falling, but the sound of rain is bleak, and there is a desolate and murderous image. The drizzle continued, if there was nothing. Finally, everything was silent.

The sound of the flute paused for a long time, and Xiang Yan woke up like a dream. Although Xiang Yan doesn't understand the rhythm, he has heard Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng play once before, but this time he still feels intoxicated when he listens to Ren Yingying's recital.