When Jun Li heard him say the three words "Mrs. Xiang" in a frivolous manner, his wandering and restless mind suddenly became certain, as if he knew for a moment that the original Shen Fengming had not been lost, and his tense face unconsciously relaxed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info okra was a little cramped, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, if you want to borrow the piano, borrow it quickly!"

Shen Fengming looked up at the people around him, "I wonder if there is one who happens to be carrying a musical qin, and is willing to borrow it for the next time?"

Everyone looked at each other. There were hundreds of people at the table, looking left and right, and it seemed that there was really no one to use the piano. Only the Marquis of Wuling, Feng Qingkaishi, mentioned that he also knew the rhythm, but he seemed to have the intention to help the okra, I don't know if it was because he really didn't travel with the instrument, or because he didn't want to borrow the enemy of okra, but he was silent.

Shen Fengming was not in a hurry, seeing that no one answered, he turned his head slightly, and the man voice seemed to be saying again to the forest: "Is there really no one who is willing to borrow?"

The crowd followed the direction he was looking at, and only then did they pay attention to the shady place that was shaded by trees and rocks. Everyone was taken aback by this—for no one knew when the woman was standing there. She seemed to have been here for a long time, and she was so delicate that she was not in a hurry, but she seemed to have just arrived, because it was far from the crowd, and if she had been there, how could no one see her?

Shen Fengming smiled. The lady seemed willing to borrow. ”

The turnip of the okra has changed. She hadn't met her in person—but she knew that this woman was carrying the "Qifang" piano box that she had to stay in Lin'an City before she entered the inner city!

The thorns in the crowd also let out a soft "ah", "That's not Aunt Su?"

Su Fufeng was wearing a pale red shirt, and the light color lined her perfectly, as if no other color could depict her picturesque eyebrows and casual expression. Shen Fengming opened her mouth to invite, and she stepped forward with the piano case. Someone recognized her as the woman in black who came to the island last night, whispering to each other, Guan Daiyu also recognized her, her lips moved, but she bit it again, and looked at each other secretly.

"You...... You are ......" okra is extremely surprised.

Su Fufeng walked in slowly and smiled at her first. "Miss Qiu, I'm going to make a claim today. ”

Her tone was so calm that she had the power to calm her mind, so much so that Okra could hardly question more, and only looked at her with one pair of eyes, waiting for her to continue.

Su Fufeng has put down the piano case. "Shen Gongzi has no piano today, this twenty-five strings were originally the things of the Lingyin Sect, and they are also the things of the Yunmeng Sect - Shen Gongzi is the leader of the Yunmeng Sect, and the original cannot be borrowed. "For the sake of learning, Miss Qiu will be used by him for the time being?"

Okra snorted coldly, "I'm afraid he won't be able to control it." ”

Su Fufeng smiled: "Two of you be careful." And he drifted away.

Shen Fengming also bowed to her and thanked her, leaning over to open the piano case.

Although everyone may not know whether the piano is a good piano or not, the twenty-five strings must be a big piano, which is enough to attract attention. For a while, hundreds of eyes in the audience fell on the body of the piano, and there were fewer people who paid attention to Su Fufeng. It's just that now that she has appeared in full view, it is not so easy to hide her figure in the end. Shan Jiquan looked around a little, but still ordered Xiang Liuyu to invite her to the same table.

"Aunt Su!" said preemptively as soon as she came over, "Why, why did you lend the piano to that person?"

"Mrs. Ling, what's the inside story of Fengming today?" Jun Li didn't care about any etiquette, "Do you know?"

Su Fufeng sat down and didn't answer, but his expression was a little solemn, and he only said: "His life is at stake in this competition." Raising his eyes to look at Shan Jiquan, he ignored Jun Li's questioning, "Let's take a look at the situation first, and I'll talk to you again." ”

She didn't want to say it immediately, it was because of Shen Fengming's request, but in fact, whether to say it or not, the competition between him and okra was like an arrow, and it had to be sent.

The people in the battle seemed to be far less nervous than the people watching the battle, and they only heard Shen Fengming hugging the qin in front of him and laughing: "Miss Qiu, this qin twenty-five strings is too big for you, just let me take advantage of it." As he spoke, he gestured to invite okra to take a seat.

There were already benches and tables prepared. If you want to concentrate on the sound of the piano, it is naturally easier to concentrate on it than to stand, so you will sit down with okra and sit down, and first concentrate on the adjustment.

Shen Fengming turned to everyone and said, "The 'sound' of Ling Yin, even in the Yunmeng Sect, is also called 'Demon', which is the 'Demon Sound', you are well-known, and you can also guess that this competition is extraordinary. In the Yunmeng Sect, if you are well versed in the source of Yunmeng martial arts, it may be fine, but you - not Shen Fengming despises it - this sound enters from the ears and goes straight to the heart, even if it is a natural sound, I am afraid that it is not something that your heart can bear, in order not to be accidentally injured, please first use cotton to block the listening. ”

After a pause, he suddenly smiled and said, "If you think you are superior, Shen Fengming will not dare to force it." ”

Most of the people at the banquet looked at each other, and sure enough, they didn't dare to take it lightly, looking for cloth and tearing their plackets, ready to plug their ears at any time. Shan Jiquan also made the unintentional, stabbing and so on all stuffed in the same way, and when he saw Jun Li, he looked at him and asked him, but he shook his head.

Although he didn't think that Shen Fengming would have any reason to lose to okra or hurt her, if Su Fufeng said that his life was at stake in this battle, how could he block his hearing and miss any detail.

Seeing that many of the people had already heard with their hands, Shen Fengming knew what to say, and few people had to hear about it during the banquet, so he hugged the qin and saluted everyone and sat down in his place.

In many subsequent martial arts records, this battle that shook the world was often described as a pantomime, but there was nothing to be done.

Until Shen Fengming plucked the strings, okra was still suspicious of his intention to compete, but today, with his wide sleeves and carrying the piano, he really seemed to be a bit like a person who knew sound - that was something she had never thought of before. She didn't dare to take it lightly, and for a moment, she only looked at him, and only moved her gaze to his face until he was seated and the piano was down.

Shen Fengming smiled at her: "Mrs. Xiang, it's hard to get this Xiangshui, Mo Ruo - how about you please start with "Xiangjun"?"

Okra sneered: "How dare you compete with the sect leader - you are the sect leader first!"

Shen Fengming knew that it was useless to fight more, so he shook his head helplessly and stretched out his hand to pluck the strings.

The strings rang. The sound of the piano made okra's heart lift slightly, and the hand on the piano was also ready to move, but he hesitated, but he stopped.

- The sound of the piano is pure, and there is no magic sound injected yet.

It was her harp, and she never thought it would make a noise in the hands of others, especially one whom she hated so much. But if you just talk about the sound of the qin, the person in front of you doesn't seem to have insulted the "seven directions". She was even a little surprised. - This seems to be the tone of "Xiangjun". Will he do this too?

After listening to a few more verses, the tune is quite different from "Xiangjun". The song is an ancient style, which is very similar to the pauses in "Xiangjun", but it is biased towards the most important places, and it is contrary to it. She couldn't hold back, and she waited for the pizzola to correct him, but she stretched out her fingers to the chords, and felt that those deviations seemed to be just right, and did not detract from the integrity of the piece—but rather the other side of the same piece.

She was stunned.

Shen Fengming plucked the strings very lightly, so light that the sound of the piano was a little fluctuating, cumbersome but not steady. The only thing that is out of place in this mood is probably the occasional flaw between the left hand fiddling - it is the noise rubbed by the bandaging of the left palm. Before she realized that more than a dozen verses had passed, Shen Fengming glanced at her. "You're not going to do it yet?"

Okra seemed to have woken up and was busy stroking her sleeves. This is a slight pause between que, and it is easiest to take advantage of the void in such a node. Shen Fengming left her such an opportunity. The strings moved, the sound of the piano was counted, and her piano sound intervened easily.

But-it was precisely because of such a wonderful break that she, a person who knew the sound, would never want to destroy Shen Fengming's voice. Do you want to subvert this ancient song that she loves? The only thing he could do was to play along the gaps he had left behind.

Unconsciously trickled out of the fingertips - only the song "Xiangjun".

Yes, it seems - it seems that only "Xiangjun" can correspond seamlessly to his song. Okra knew that Shen Fengming's original intention was this, but she had no choice but didn't want to harmonize with him with the sound of the piano like this, she bit it lightly, the strings trembled, and she preemptively floated the magic sound into it.

Jun Li in the distance heard this, and his eyebrows moved slightly. - After all, he was going to force her to strike first.

Shen Fengming didn't seem to be aware of it, and there was no response in the piano sound, still trivial and slow. Although the twenty-five strings are wide, the sound of the piano is not as high-pitched as the fourteenth string, and the sound of the okra is overshadowed by him, as if it has become a foil.

The intermittent temptation of the magic sound, in the ears of most people who are deep in internal skills, does not seem to be able to eliminate the artistic conception of Chanyuan of the double piano ensemble. Jun Li and Shan Jiquan glanced at each other, and then looked at Su Fufeng—only when they saw Su Fufeng, did the two feel a little nervous.

That's because-Su Fufeng's brows tightened rarely, and his eyes were fixed on the two people in the center, as if he had seen the prelude to the storm from this heart-warming piano music.

But I suddenly heard the sound of the piano change, as if there were layers of echoes on the automodulation - it was okra that overlapped the transposition with fourteen strings, rendering it, and for a while, the magic sound contained in it also became a little deeper, and it began to beat the head drum in everyone's ear canal. A slight feeling of discomfort looms with us.

But this discomfort didn't have time to spread, and suddenly the force was eliminated. Shen Fengming's piano sound also became humming, and although there was an echo, it was much lower.

- He finally made a move, and the magic sound that could be used could only dissolve the okra.

The two of them played "Xiangjun" one after another to the second half. Although okra hadn't gone all out yet, she never thought that someone would be able to dissolve the effect of the magic sound so accurately. Shen Fengming seemed to anticipate every minute of her piano sound, and even that piece seemed to exist to dispel "Xiangjun".

She looked up at him unconsciously—only this time, there was more surprise than disgust in her eyes. If everything is true—if the person in front of him is really a descendant of the Yunmeng Sect, why would he retreat from his qin sound when they met so many times before?

As the sun shifted, the scorching light gradually rose to a high place, shining directly on Shen Fengming's face. The way he played the piano made Okra unable to tell what it was like—she wondered if she would have treated him differently if she had known him first, rather than being so scornful of him at that time.

Shen Fengming heard that she was slightly distracted, the sound of the piano was a little distracted, and he raised his eyes and glanced at her. Looking at each other, he smiled at her as he had done before. This seemed to Okra's thin expression and made her bite her lip, as if she understood that such a harmonious piano was just an illusion. The slightest shaking in her heart still fell into place, her expression was grim, and she suddenly pressed the string with her hand.

The flowing music suddenly disappeared, and Shen Fengming was also a mistake. "Xiangjun" stopped, his piano tone changed slightly, and gradually surpassed the landscape.

"Mrs. Xiang, what's wrong?" his tone seemed like the two of them were really just playing with the qin.

Okra didn't answer, and swept his hand on the string a few times. The body reverberates, making a vibrating sound, and the high-pitched timbre and completely unorthodox rhythm destroy the sense of mercy in an instant.

She didn't speak. She didn't need to speak, Shen Fengming already knew that she would not be willing to make peace with her all the time.