Originally, the years were quiet, and Lin Pingzhi could live a peaceful and happy life in Huashan with peace of mind. However, there was always trouble to interfere with him. The person who caused trouble was none other than Ling Hu Chong.

Since Ling Hu Chong's health has improved, his old state has sprouted, and he either sneaks to the bottom of the mountain to drink, or he gets the wine to the mountain and gets drunk. What's even more annoying is that when he was happy, he ran to Lin Pingzhi. And even if he doesn't look for Lin Pingzhi, when he is drunk and no one can control him, the disciples can only find Lin Pingzhi to make a move.

Now Lin Pingzhi regrets it very much, why did he help Linghu Chong dissolve the internal force of heresy! He didn't have the internal strength to make trouble, and he wasn't so capable of causing trouble.

In fact, Yue Buqun couldn't stand it anymore. It's not that he hasn't criticized, scolded, and punished Ling Hu Chong, and Ling Hu Chong showed remorse when he was under Yue Buqun's nose, but after two days, the old state sprouted.

On this day, Yue Buqun called Lin Pingzhi over and threw him an invitation. Lin Pingzhi took it and saw that it was none other than his grandfather, the sixty-fifth birthday of the old man of Luoyang Golden Sword King Yuanba, and invited Yue Buqun to participate.

Yue Buqun waited for Lin Pingzhi to finish reading the post, and ordered: "I won't go to Old Man Wang's birthday, you can go with your senior brother." Let your senior brother give me a salute to Mr. Wang, and wish him a long life and good health! ”

"Huh?" Lin Pingzhi was dumbfounded for a moment, "I'm going with Senior Brother?" ”

"Yes! What's the problem? Yue Buqun looked serious: "You are your grandson, it's impossible not to go!" Your senior brother went to greet me for me, right? You two go together, just right! ”

Since the master said so, Lin Pingzhi couldn't refute it, "Okay master, senior brother, should I let him come over, can you give him another command?" ”

"No need!" Yue Buqun looked disgusted, "There's nothing to instruct, you just take him directly!" ”

Master said so, Lin Pingzhi naturally had nothing to say. Salute and retire, and go directly to Linghu Chong.

Sure enough, this guy was drunk again, Lin Ping looked disgusted, threw him on the horse's back, and led the horse down the mountain.

After going down the mountain, Lin Pingzhi went straight to the Huayin contact point, asked for a carriage, threw Ling Hu Chong into the carriage, and let the coachman take care of it. Riding a horse by himself, following the carriage, he set off for Luoyang. By the time Linghu Chong woke up, he had already passed Shaanzhou.

Looking at Ling Hu Chong, who was staring in a daze, Lin Pingzhi told him the task that Yue Buqun gave them. What is the Golden Sword King Yuanba, Ling Hu Chong didn't want to pay attention to it at all, but he was able to go down the mountain and come out for a walk, Ling Hu Chong was naturally very happy.

Lin Pingzhi finally instructed: "Senior brother, I won't say much else." Your participation in the birthday banquet this time is on behalf of the Huashan faction and the face of the Master. I don't care about you at another time, you have lost face to the master at the birthday banquet, you yourself know what the consequences will be! ”

Ling Hu Chong nodded again and again, and he remembered one thing. As long as the birthday banquet is honest, the rest of the time will be wide and the sky will be high.

The old man of Luoyang Golden Sword King Yuanba is sixty-five years old, although he sent an invitation to Yue Buqun, but he didn't expect Yue Buqun to be present in person, and he would be very satisfied with Lin Pingzhi's representative. Now that the head disciple of the Huashan Sect attended in person, he was naturally overjoyed.

Golden Dao Wang Yuanba personally greeted him, took Ling Hu Chong's arm, was full of enthusiasm, arranged him to be the chief in the front row, and arranged for his son Wang Bofen to accompany him personally. Of course, Ling Hu Chong was impatient with this kind of red tape and made him uncomfortable, but when he was a little bored, he would meet Lin Pingzhi's cold eyes, and he would immediately be honest.

After the birthday banquet, Lin Pingzhi naturally went home to reunite with his parents, and Ling Hu Chong also followed with a blank eye. The Wang family repeatedly retained, but Linghu Chong had made up his mind. When he arrived at the Lin family, Ling Hu Chong felt much more comfortable, and within two days, he relapsed into his old state, drinking and chatting with the executioner every day, making him drunk all day long, and he did not have the demeanor of a big disciple of Huashan. Lin Pingzhi didn't bother to care about him, he only cared about enjoying his family.

On this day, Lin Zhennan held a family banquet to entertain Ling Huchong in person, and Lin Pingzhi also had to accompany him. Lin Zhennan knew that Ling Hu Chong liked to drink, so he specially brought the best Western Regions red wine, which was red in color and mellow in fragrance, which made Ling Hu Chong salivate.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Ling Hu Chong was greedy for a cup and drunk himself first. When he got up to pay tribute to Lin Zhennan, he couldn't stand on his feet and stumbled under his feet. Lin Zhennan hurriedly stepped out to help, but with a "snap", the person held it, but a booklet fell out of Ling Hu Chong's arms. Lin Zhennan picked it up and looked at it casually, and there were six small seal characters written on the cover: "The Song of Smiling Proud Rivers and Lakes".

Lin Zhennan happened to know these small seal characters, handed them to Ling Hu Chong with a smile, and said casually, "I didn't expect Ling Huxian's nephew to still have research on ancient music scores, hehe!" ”

Ling Hu Chong took over the score, remembered the generous and dead Qu and Liu, couldn't help but feel a little sad, and replied casually: "Lin Shibo said that I laughed, where do I know any music, it's just a score given by the ancients, a score for the lyre and a score for the dong flute." Actually, I can't understand it, and I've been trying to find someone to take a look. ”

Lin Zhennan couldn't help but be a little curious, and took advantage of the wine, laughing: "Coincidentally, a few days ago, in order to cheer up my father-in-law's birthday, I happened to invite a band, and there was a master who could blow the flute, so I asked someone to call him to take a look." ”

The musician soon came over, took the score, read a few pages, shook his head, and said, "Well, I don't have much hope for my late life." When he saw the flute score behind him again, his eyes lit up, he hummed in a low voice, and the two fingers of his left hand couldn't stop beating on the table. Snorted for a while, but shook his head again, and said, "No, no!" Then he snorted again, and suddenly, his voice was raised, and suddenly he became hoarse, frowned, and said, "There is no such thing in the world, this ...... This one...... It's really hard to understand the late life. ”

Lin Zhennan was a little surprised and asked, "Is there any problem?" ”

The musician pointed to the score of the flute and said, "Dong Weng, please look, the palace tune here, the sudden change of signs, is really against the music theory, and the flute can't be blown out." Suddenly it changed to a horn tune, and then to a feather tune, and it was a tune that had never been seen before. In the cave flute, you can't play such a tune anyway. ”

Lin Zhennan laughed: "This score is a fairy score obtained by Linghu Xian's nephew, you can't play it, and you won't be able to play it until you don't see others!" ”

The musician nodded and said: "That's true, but if there is really someone in the world who can play such a tune, he will be admired by the late life, and admired by the five bodies!" Unless it's ...... Unless it's an East Side ......"

Lin Pingzhi asked: "Is there a famous master in Dongcheng who can play this score?" ”

The musician said, "This ...... Late birth is not guaranteed, but ...... It's just the green bamboo man in Dongcheng, he can play both the piano and the flute, and he may or may not be able to blow it. The hole flute he plays is much more clever than that of his later life, but it is too clever to be compared. ”

Lin Zhennan said: "Since there is a green bamboo Weng in Dongcheng who is good at music, why not take this score to him and ask him to evaluate it, and it will also fulfill the wish of Linghu Xian's nephew." I sent someone to pick up the green bamboo man in a sedan chair. ”

The musician said: "This old man has a strange temper, others have something to ask him, if he doesn't want to ask, he will come to the door and kowtow, and he will not want to pay attention, but if he wants to intervene, he can't push it away." ”

Lin Zhennan nodded and said: "This is a person in my generation, I think this green bamboo Weng is a senior in the martial arts." Ping'er, I'll prepare a gift, and you will accompany Linghu Xian's nephew to visit you. ”

The musician led the way, Lin Pingzhi and Ling Hu Chong brought some gifts and set off. After passing through a few side streets, you come to a narrow alley. At the end of the alley, there is a large green bamboo bush, swaying in the wind, elegant and natural.

As soon as everyone stepped into the alley, they could hear the rhyme of the piano Ding Dong, someone was stroking the piano, the alley was cool and quiet, and Luoyang City outside seemed to be two worlds. Lin Pingzhi exclaimed: "This green bamboo Weng will enjoy Qingfu!" ”

At this moment, with a bang, a string suddenly broke off, and the sound of the piano stopped. An old voice said, "Your guests are in vain, and I don't know what to say. ”

The musician said: "Zhu Weng, there is a strange piano score and flute score, I want to ask your old man's magic eye to identify it." ”

Luzhu Weng said: "Do you have a piano score and a flute score for me to identify?" Hehe, I look down on the old craftsman too much. ”

Lin Pingzhi said loudly: "The younger generation, Huashan Lin Pingzhi and Ling Hu Chong visited, there is a score but I don't know the trick, I bothered rashly, and please don't hesitate to teach." ”

I only heard the green bamboo Weng say: "Okay, you can bring it in!" The musician sent the score in as he was told.

After a while, I could only hear the sound of the piano, which was elegant and beautiful.

Ling Hu Chong listened to it for a while, and remembered that this was the song played by Liu Zhengfeng that day, and he couldn't help but be sad.

Not long after playing, all of a sudden, the tone of the piano went up, louder and higher, the sound was extremely sharp, a sound of the zheng, a string was broken, a few more notes higher, a bang, the string was broken again. Luzhu Weng said "Huh" and said: "This piano score is so strange that it is difficult to understand. ”

I only heard the green bamboo Weng say: "I'll try this flute score." Then the sound of the flute came out from the green bamboo bushes, at first melodious and beautiful, lingering feelings, but then the sound of the flute became lower and lower, almost inaudible, and then a few more sounds, the sound of the flute was dumb, and the wave wave was very ugly.

Lu Zhuweng sighed and said, "This piano score and flute score may not be fake, but the person who wrote the music is playing tricks and joking with others. Go back and let me scrutinize it. ”

Lin Pingzhi glanced at Ling Hu Chong, meaning to ask him if he was at ease to leave the score. Ling Hu Chong hesitated.

At this time, I suddenly heard Lu Zhuweng shouting: "Auntie, why did you come out?" ”

Lin Pingzhi asked in a low voice, "How old is Luzhu Weng?" The musician said, "Seventy years old, almost eighty!" Everyone thought to themselves: "An eighty-year-old man actually has an aunt, this old woman is afraid that she is not more than 100 years old?" ”。

Only a woman could be heard answering in a low voice. Luzhu Weng said: "Auntie, please see, this piano score is a bit weird. ”

The woman hummed again, and the piano sounded, and she tuned the strings, and paused for a moment, as if to replace the broken strings, and then tuned the strings again, and began to play. At the beginning, it was the same as the green bamboo Weng, but later it turned higher and higher, and the qin rhyme was as dangerous as a disaster, and the weight was light, and it turned up effortlessly.