Bangzi rang three times, from strong to weak, and when the last afterglow was about to end, a bamboo flute quietly sounded.

The timing of the bamboo flute cut is quite perfect, the flute sound is sometimes melodious and sometimes tactful, easily grabbing the hearts of the audience, making people unconsciously immersed in a midsummer night's dream, back to the green years that will never return, in the best cardamom years, sneaking out of the house by moonlight, with three points of curiosity and three installments to the bright lights of the downtown streets, into all kinds of people.

After a while, the erhu sounded, followed by the single string of the dulcimer pipa, gongs and drums, and a variety of unrecognizable instruments joined the ensemble, not only did they feel chaotic, but made the audience feel that the summer night was more exciting.

The father and daughter who sang at the entrance of the alley carefully counted the rewards, the artist who broke the boulder on the chest diagonally opposite was reluctant to start the gong, and the spectators who had been hanging their appetite for a long time ran out of patience and scolded and left, turned their heads and went to the river on the next street to look at the flower shop on the river, their mouths were sour and their hearts were salivating.

There is a popular leader on every flower shop, today seems to be the day of the championship, the river under the night is not deep, full of competing for the color of the fat powder.

Or intentionally, or unintentionally, the two most exquisite flower shops collided together, for a while people turned their horses and screamed continuously, not waiting to separate, but saw two figures rushing out of the horizontal, Qiang Chang sword out of the sheath, stepping on the boat Lingjiang fight together.

The poor sours on the shore were interested, and more people rushed to hear the news, and the crowd's onlookers had no effect on the two people who were fighting, and the two masters flew high and low, only each other in their eyes, only the vital points of the other party, and nothing else.

Feng Zhiping sweated down, shook his head vigorously, turned his head, and saw You Jinglian's eyes blurred and turbid, his hand tightly pinched the wine glass, and the green tendons were faintly overflowing, looking like he was struggling to indulge in illusions, and he was even more frightened.

You Jinglian is not as incompetent as he shows, he is already smart, his understanding is not low, and he has already entered the spiritual consciousness period by relying on the royal resources, but the actual combat level is relatively lacking, and there is no potential for improvement.

This is a common problem of external forces, of course, he doesn't need much strength, the internal force of the spiritual consciousness period is enough for him to nourish his body and longevity, and he can protect himself in front of normal assassins, which is enough, and there are few opportunities for him to do it himself.

On the other hand, he learned a lot of royal secret techniques of self-defense, such as healing, such as detoxification, such as exchanging overdraft for a short-term increase in cultivation, and resisting illusions is a compulsory course, which is no less important than the previous ones.

But now he is unconsciously enlightened, falling into an illusion and struggling for a long time, how can Feng Zhiping not be frightened?

Willing to wake it up, but worried that the improper method would hurt his heart, and the other party didn't seem to have malicious intentions, otherwise he wouldn't have been left with a chance to struggle, Feng Zhiping hesitated, turned his head and didn't care about it.

The wine jar was placed on the railing, and Feng Zhiping looked down with a gloomy look.

The people who can sit here tonight are either rich or expensive, and each of them will have some internal strength, but there is no master, and the kung fu at this time has long fallen into the state of illusion and rhythm, and there are very few who can keep their hearts clear, and they are basically the servants who secretly guard their own children in the corner.

His gaze gradually shifted from the audience in the hall to the stage, and Feng Zhiping's eyes became even more gloomy.

Contrary to what I had thought before, the people on the stage didn't seem to know what they were doing, and everyone from the dancers to the musicians had expressions on their faces that matched the artistic conception of the music, and they threw themselves into it, dancing with the music and moving with the rhythm.

Except for the three people on the five-story platform!

Three people, two men and one woman, one flute, one zither, one bell and drum.

The man in Tsing Yi played the flute, and the flute behind the bangzi was exactly what he played.

The blue-shirted male bell and drum drill together, a big drum is placed on both sides of the low wall-like chime, the drum is not the round drum and wooden drum used by the ordinary troupe, but the giant war drum used by the soldiers on the battlefield, only the drum surface is higher than the chime frame, the audience in addition to playing the strings of the fast hand counts him the busiest, and his skills are really superb, two red silk tied in his hands Yan go Yan Hui, in the middle also take advantage of the gap to pick up the bell mallet to strike the bell, the sound is stable and accurate, the action is orderly, very ornamental.

Compared to him, the woman who played the kite was much darker.

It is true that her hands are very accurate quickly, and the rapid transformation is elegant and indifferent without any inconsistency, but in terms of ornamentality, except for the face and chest are very eye-catching, the others are not as brilliant as the man in the blue shirt.

Of course, this is the words of Feng Zhiping's family, he doesn't understand the rhythm of music, he can't hear the good ones, and he can only start from a visual point of view.

Others are different, You Jinglian finally came to his senses, walked to Feng Zhiping with a wine glass, and praised the column: "What a pair of magic hands, this is the most perfect and evil "Xia Weimian" I have ever heard." ”

Feng Zhiping's eyes were worried: "Are you okay?"

You Jinglian shook his head and chuckled, laughing at himself: "It's okay, I just didn't expect their music to be so strong, and I didn't check it for a while." ”

"Doesn't care?" Feng Zhiping pointed to the crowd below, "You are the owner of the Drunken Jin Building, and it is not appropriate to let such a group of foreign people confuse the people of our country with their beautiful voices in the public, right?"

You Jinglian smiled casually: "What's inappropriate, they have no malicious intent, adding a little illusion is completely to entertain the public, this is not the first time for me, why should others care about me? Not to mention that you have to have evidence, do you have evidence?"

Feng Zhiping pointed down again: "This is not evidence?"

You Jinglian exaggerated and stroked his forehead: "Please, people don't use their internal strength, they don't move their spiritual sense, and the illusion is all based on the rhythm itself, why do you say that people are at fault? Blame them for playing too well, and the following people are not strong-willed, if you have to say that others are wrong, then you have to arrest the violinists who are in charge of the whole Tianyuan, who has the best skills and who is the most guilty." ”

Feng Zhiping frowned.

It is true that he did not find any traces of internal force and spiritual sense, and the other party was indeed hallucinogenic in the purest rhythm, but he always felt that something was wrong, and the feeling that he was fascinated by seemed to have encountered it somewhere.

You Jinglian rolled his eyes, and was about to squeeze a few more words against this overly cautious old friend, when suddenly his smile stiffened, and he hugged Feng Zhiping's shoulder suspiciously.

"I said, brother, how did you wake up?"

"Huh?" Feng Zhiping didn't come back to his senses for a while, and then reacted, his face stiffened.

You Jinglian accurately grasped the change in his expression at this moment, his eyes were uncertain, and when Feng Zhiping opened his mouth to explain, he slapped coldly, right in Feng Zhiping's shoulder blade.

This palm only contains a little internal force, he can't guess whether he is right or not, for fear of hurting his old friend and ready to retract his strength at any time, who knows that as soon as the palm is attached to Feng Zhiping's body, a huge force will be pushed out, not only easily dispersing his palm strength, but also shaking his hand far away from the sore numbness.

"It's... You, you..."

You Jinglian covered his sour hands and was dumbfounded.

Feng Zhiping was full of helplessness, knowing that his internal force was a little weird, and he couldn't do it by himself by You Jinglian, so he reached out and grabbed his hand to secretly cross the internal force, and the Yuan Force swam around quickly in the palm, and the few strands of Yuan Li silk threads that invaded were suddenly clean.

The hand was no longer numb, and the person came back to his senses, You Jinglian looked at Feng Zhiping in disbelief, and asked tentatively, "You, okay?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Feng Zhiping could only nod, but You Jinglian was stunned again.

It took him a long time to take a long breath, pulled Feng Zhiping to sit down against the railing of the terrace, and asked with bright eyes: "How is it good, isn't Tiancripple a terminal illness, have you eaten the elixir?"

Damn, do you want to guess so accurately?

Feng Zhiping was speechless, but fortunately he had a draft, so he moved out the set of rhetoric that he had said several times.

"I didn't eat the elixir, but I met an old miracle doctor who traveled all over the world, he saved me and cured my illness, and then left, that's all. ”

You Jinglian inhaled a cool breath, grabbed Feng Zhiping's hand and asked, "Divine doctor, what's your name?" Even the heavenly remnants can be cured, I don't even know this kind of divine doctor, isn't it a Tianyuan person?"

Feng Zhiping smiled bitterly: "I want to ask, but people won't give me a chance!"

You Jinglian was angry and shook off his hand vigorously: "Why don't you stop it!"

Feng Zhiping glared: "Can I stop it?"

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Also, the cultivation of people who can cure the heavenly cripple is definitely not bad, not to mention that Feng Zhiping was still an ordinary person when he had just recovered, even if he had his father's cultivation, he might not be able to stop others.

"Well, if only I knew who he was. You Jinglian regretted to sit down.

Feng Zhiping wondered: "Are you sick?"

"Get out, you're sick!"

"I'm cured. ”

"Hey, I'm too lazy to talk to you. You Jinglian sighed and said quietly, "I'm not sick, it's not me who is sick, it's..."

Feng Zhiping didn't say anything for a long time, and pushed him: "Who is it?"

"It's none of your business. You Jinglian didn't want to say more, so he grabbed Feng Zhiping's collar and said viciously, "Anyway, you remember, the next time you see him, you will definitely keep someone, and if you can't keep it, at least ask for a name." You tell him, I have something to ask him, and I will give him whatever he wants, as long as he is willing!"

Feng Zhiping was stunned, and thought for a long time to come up with a possibility: "You, are you interested in someone?"

"I've got a ghost of you!" You Jinglian knotted angrily, grabbed his collar and shook it vigorously, "Anyway, you remember my words, do you hear?"

"I heard it, I heard it. Feng Zhiping broke his hand and said angrily, "Cut, what kind of person, there is someone who has an intention, I told you all about the bad debts, you are still embarrassed to speak, look down on you!"

You Jinglian snorted twice, slanted his eyes and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you don't take it seriously, there will be times when you regret it in the future!"

Feng Zhiping was speechless: "Why are you breaking up?" Okay, I'm afraid of you, don't rush you, I must keep in mind my future sister-in-law, as long as I can see him again, I will definitely help you bring the words, and then count my share, and invite someone to you if you are bankrupt!"

"Okay, with you, that's it. ”

You Jinglian patted Feng Zhiping's shoulder with satisfaction, leaned over curiously and asked in a low voice: "You tell me the truth, what kind of cultivation are you doing now?

Feng Zhiping was very helpless, he had a smart friend who was really tired, it was better to be a stupid girl, what to believe, thinking so in his heart, his head nodded lightly.

Then, You Jinglian stayed again.

In this moment's effort, he has been sluggish more times than Feng Zhiping has combined since he met him, and he can make the six princes, who are as stable as an old dog, lose their minds so many times, Feng Zhiping is unhappy in his heart, it is a lie, full of a sense of achievement.

After a long time, You Jinglian finally spoke, his voice dry: "You, you've only been cultivating for a year?"

Feng Zhiping nodded.

You Jinglian's expression distorted, and he struggled for a long time and asked again: "In one year, you have cultivated to the innate level?"

"Aang. Feng Zhiping nodded, he wanted to be modest, but he couldn't be modest.

You Jinglian was about to cry, and stretched out a finger: "One year to the congenital, one year! How many pills have you taken this year, and Diancangshan is so used to you?"

Feng Zhiping thought about it seriously and said with a subtle smile: "I really didn't eat much, I just started cultivating and ate a few to improve my strength, and I never ate it again." ”

"Nope..."

His voice was raised, and he was instantly suppressed, You Jinglian gritted his teeth and whispered: "If you don't take medicine, you will cultivate to the congenital level in a year, what are you lying to the ghost?"

Damn, this human spirit!

Feng Zhiping scolded secretly, and denied it: "It's good that people save my life, how can anyone who is not a relative pass on my mastery? ”

"Family heirloom?"

You Jinglian suddenly calmed down, twisted his fingers and muttered: "Yes, it's possible, your eldest brother won't talk about it, your second brother is a demon, his cultivation speed is close to your father, and the great potential of the martial soul is simply a certainty, plus you, hey, the sword marquis's mastery is really not ordinary, no wonder King Zhan is so coveted!"

After a pause, he turned his head with endless regret in his eyes: "It's a pity that you are a man, and I don't like men, otherwise I really want to marry you." ”

Feng Zhiping was speechless: "Why don't you say why you are not a woman, you can marry me?"

You Jinglian sneered: "You dare to marry you if I marry you?"

Feng Zhiping stiffened his neck: "How..."

"Zhan Qianwu. "The old god of You Jinglian is here.

Feng Zhiping instantly withered, and bowed his head: "Don't dare..."

You Jinglian pulled back a city, he was in a good mood, and after thinking about it, he pondered something again: "The fire in your house that night..."

Damn, do you dare to be stupid!

Feng Zhiping was about to go crazy, raised his eyelids, couldn't resist those blazing eyes, lowered his head and said, "Yes, that's right, my old man taught me that night." ”

"Those rumors that came out during this time, such as that you are crazy and evil, and the idlers all over the city pooled money to help you invite a heavenly master or something..."

Feng Zhiping's head lowered: "Yes, we deliberately let it out." ”

"Cow!" You Jinglian stretched out his thumb and compared, exclaiming, "Dare to deceive King Zhan, the entire Tianyuan is your father and son, what a cow!"

Feng Zhiping couldn't laugh or cry, but if you think about it carefully, this thing is really awesome.

You Jinglian suddenly straightened his face, pulled Feng Zhiping to himself, and said with a straight face: "Brother, you have done a good job, you remember, you must hide your affairs! If King Zhan knows your situation, don't say fool, it's useless if you are a lame and paralyzed, he will never let you go of such a 'good and virtuous son-in-law'!"

Feng Zhiping nodded, this was what he was afraid of.

You Jinglian was silent for a moment, and suddenly chuckled: "But it's okay for you to do this, I may be able to find a way to help you run your business." ”

Feng Zhiping suddenly came to his senses: "How does it work?"

"You don't have to worry about this, anyway, you hide it tightly, try to hide it for as long as possible, and leave the rest to me. Hey, you're really lucky, Dongfeng sent it to the door by itself, and the rest of the location and people... Hey~!"

You Jinglian laughed horrifiedly, Feng Zhiping didn't care about this, and wondered: "Dongfeng?

"The east wind is the east wind, far away in the sky, close in front of you~!"

Following You Jinglian's gaze, Feng Zhiping looked at the stage downstairs through the gap in the railing, even more dazed.

Is this the east wind?