Since Song Fenghua himself said so, the man naturally stopped dwelling on this issue, and continued to pour wine into the cup with a big grin, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The man drank wine one after another, and Song Fenghua didn't continue to taste the tea, just sat there, his brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the man picked up the wine jug and found that he couldn't pour a drop of wine out of the jug anymore, that he put his eyes back on Song Fenghua and said to him: "Brother Song, wine is one of the most delicious in the world, how can you not share a cup with me, what's the point of always drinking that kind of tasteless tea." ”

The man naturally knew that Song Fenghua never drank alcohol, so he didn't expect him to respond to him, all he had to do was make fun of him.

It's not that he hasn't drunk tea, he really didn't find anything good about tea, how can this kind of thing be compared to wine, who knows what he Song Fenghua thinks.

The man pursed his lips helplessly, and as he expected, he didn't get a response from Song Fenghua, so he continued to ask, "Is the appointment made?" ”

Song Fenghua nodded, and the man suddenly became interested, and continued to ask curiously: "What are the chances of winning?" ”

Song Fenghua raised the corners of his mouth, not hiding his confidence at all, "He can't win." ”

His answer did not surprise the man, he was always so confident, and the man couldn't help but sigh: "Why are you Song Fenghua always so confident?" Are you really afraid that the boat will capsize in the gutter one day? ”

Song Fenghua didn't care, and replied indifferently: "Because I can't have confidence and can't see the game clearly, I will never enter the game." ”

He, Song Fenghua, never fought unprepared battles.

The man sighed and said helplessly, "Why is this so." ”

Song Fenghua was not touched by the man's emotions, he was still calm, and replied expressionlessly: "The Tao is different. ”

The Tao is different, and naturally it is not conspiratory.

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There is a mountain peak in Shu called Qixian Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, many people gather every day, and most of them are people who are trapped in the realm and cannot ascend to the Dharma.

They would stay at the foot of the mountain every day, just to be lucky enough to hear a song of seven strings.

There are four arts of "qin, chess, calligraphy and painting" in Weiyang Continent, and the qin ranks first of the four arts, and is regarded as an elegant representative by people all over the world, and has been the lifelong pursuit of many literati since ancient times.

The literati used the piano to cultivate their self-cultivation, and even used the qin to calm their minds and realize the Tao, the most well-known of which is the seven-string layman.

The title of Qixian lay scholar was unknown many years ago, after all, the qin was only the pursuit of literati and scholars, and people in the rivers and lakes have never advocated this.

One day ten years ago, the seven-string layman actually stepped into the realm of a product in one fell swoop, and everyone in the world was shocked by this, and the title of seven-string layman only entered the sight of the world's people.

If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

The famous Qixian monk did not stay in the rivers and lakes for long, and the number of shots was only a handful, and he lived in seclusion on the mountain most of the time, which is why this mountain is also known as the Qixian Mountain.

The martial arts reviews on the rivers and lakes are selected every three years, and the seven-string layman is also worthy of the name of the seven-string, and every time he is the seventh in the world.

It's not that his strength can only stay at the seventh, but that he has hardly shown his strength in the rivers and lakes, and no one can accurately judge the limit of his strength, so he has been placed in the last place of the first grade, just in the name of Qixian.

It is rumored that some people in the rivers and lakes are fortunate to hear the sound of the piano of the seven-string monk at the foot of the seven-string mountain, listen to the sound of the piano and realize the enlightenment, and break through the realm that has been troubled for a long time. As soon as this news came out, many people gathered at the foot of the mountain despite the long distance, eager to have the honor to listen to a song of seven strings one day.

On this day, another person came at the foot of Qixian Mountain.

It was a white-haired old man, dressed in a fairly clean coarse linen coat, with a sword at his waist, standing straight at the foot of the mountain, his eyes looking straight ahead.

A white-haired old man who suddenly appeared attracted the attention of everyone under the mountain, and some people came forward to ask him what he wanted to do here, and some people laughed at him for his age, and it was difficult for him to still think about enlightenment.

In the face of the cynicism, the old man was calm and speechless.

Seeing that the white-haired old man ignored them completely, and their sarcastic words seemed boring if they continued to speak, so no one cared about this inexplicable old man anymore, and they were all busy with their own affairs.

The old man at the foot of the mountain took a deep breath, and as he inhaled, the wind rose from Qixian Mountain.

The people under the mountain were a little surprised, the style of Qixian Mountain was so big today, at least since they came here, they had never seen such a strong wind.

The wind blew in his face, and the old man stood still in the wind with his hands behind his back, his white hair dancing wildly in the wind, and his linen clothes fluttered with it.

The rest of the people at the foot of the mountain were slightly embarrassed, with different postures, but none of them could stand.

The eyes they looked at the white-haired old man again were completely different, some admired and some were jealous, but the same thing was that they were all curious about the identity of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man raised his head slightly, looking towards the peak of the mountain, his eyes were full of contempt, as if he was the one standing on the top of the mountain now, looking down on all the people and things under the mountain.

"Coming?"

An ethereal voice came from the mountain and went straight to the ears of the white-haired old man.

There was a hint of excitement in the white-haired old man's eyes, but it couldn't hide the previous squint, his lips moved slightly, and he said softly, "It's here." ”

"It's been so long, so long that I've forgotten how long it's been."

The voice sounded again, only this time it was a little less ethereal and more desolate.

The white-haired old man remained silent, and his silence did not make the wind lighter.

The wind was still howling, and an unstoppable momentum seemed to blow away Qixian Mountain.

After a long time, a long sigh came from the top of the mountain.

A shadow could be faintly seen on the top of Qixian Mountain, which was very blurry and difficult to see.

No one was sure it was a figure, let alone a seven-stringed layman.

When everyone couldn't judge, the person at the top of the mountain suddenly said: "I remember that I was worried at the beginning, but after a long time, I felt lucky, and I always kept a fluke mentality in my heart. It wasn't until recently that I realized that I had seen through this river and lake, and I had been lonely for too long. ”

After speaking, he sat down slowly, and a piano appeared out of thin air in the place where he sat down, and stood in the air.

The wind stopped.

When Qin appeared, everyone recognized the person on the top of the mountain, the seventh seven-stringed monk in the world.

The seven-stringed layman rested his hand on the piano, and then set his eyes on the white-haired old man at the bottom of the mountain.

The white-haired old man took off the sword at his waist, the hand holding the sword stretched straight and straight, without bending a little, and the sword body was parallel to heaven and earth.

He then stretched out his other hand and grasped the head of the sword, slowly drawing it out of its sheath.

At the same time as the white-haired old man drew his sword, the sky above Qixian Mountain was not as calm as before, and was replaced by a restlessness.

The dark clouds in the sky drifted one by one, one next to the other, closely connected, and the sky gradually darkened.

Everyone at the foot of the mountain felt a depression in their chests, like an omen before the disaster.

Time seems to flow very slowly in this situation, and I don't know how long it has been, the sword in the white-haired old man's hand has almost been completely unsheathed, and the sky over Qixian Mountain has been covered with dark clouds.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, lightning and thunder thundered in the sky above Qixian Mountain, and lightning like a dragon pierced through the dark clouds, and the sound of thunder resounded in the sky.

In the whole heaven and earth, except for the sound of thunder, there was no sound.

The white-haired old man raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it straight at the sky, and behind him, a huge long sword appeared.

The long sword technique divides but the size is no different from the sword in the hand of the white-haired old man.

The intensity of the lightning and thunder over Qixian Mountain was even more intense, and while the long sword magic phase was gradually consolidating, it was still getting bigger, as if it wanted to pierce this heavenly dome.

The momentum on both sides is growing, and no one wants to take a step back, let alone stop.

The lightning in the sky smashed into the Dharma Aspect one after another, but it could not destroy it in the slightest.

The lightning around the Fa Xiang lingered, like dragons hovering upward, and the momentum was even worse.

The white-haired old man looked at the one sitting on the Qixian Mountain with sharp eyes, and the long sword was slightly pressed down, pointing directly at the Qixian layman.

Like the long sword in the white-haired old man's hand, Fa smashed it heavily in the direction where the seven-stringed monk was.

The seven-string layman's face was calm, and the hand on the piano was pressed on the piano at this time to play the seven-string song.

Everyone in the world knows that the sound of the seven strings can help people to achieve enlightenment, but no one knows that the sound of the seven strings can also kill people invisibly.

Is there still a chance for the people of the world to know?

Yes, there must be!

The seven-stringed layman's fingers quickly plucked on the piano, and just as the sound of the piano was about to sound, it was suppressed by the sound of thunder.

The pressure was so great that he could barely move, and he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't stop the bright red blood from flowing out of his mouth.

He didn't stop plucking the strings, and all ten fingers were bright red.

There was still no sound of the piano, but he himself seemed to hear it, and his face was full of enjoyment.

Faxiang would not pause because of this, and still smashed at him with a clear goal, and the moment before Faxiang touched him, there was no exception, and the strings were broken.

When the Dharma phase came into contact with the seven-stringed layman, it dissipated instantly.

The clouds then dispersed, and the sky was clear and cloudy.

"Ten years, have you finally waited?"

The seven-stringed monk muttered to himself, and then looked up at the place where the Fa Xiang had disappeared, "It's much stronger than I imagined." ”

He raised his hand and made a gesture of caressing, as if caressing the vanishing sword shadow, and the look of pleasure on his face was even more than before.

"It's—"

"A little bit of Feihong."

The piano in front of the seven-stringed monk dissipated, and he showed a relieved expression.

A gust of wind blew, not the previous one, but a gentle breeze.

The figure of the seven-stringed layman scattered with the wind.

On that day, there were three visions of heaven and earth on Qixian Mountain.

For the first time, a Dharma phase was formed.

The second time was the fall of a Yipin.

The third time is that one person is promoted to a product.