"This ......" Wang Yuanba was a little incredulous, and the disciples of the Wang family were also in an uproar, they couldn't believe that the golden sword invincible Wang Yuanba was defeated by someone with a sword like this. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Let's go, let's go to Dongcheng and take a look, whether this is a sword score or a music score. Huangfu Yu casually inserted the sword back into the scabbard of the Huashan disciple and turned around.

"What the Imperial Daoist said is very true. Yue Buqun also felt that this Golden Sword King family was too disrespectful of the Huashan faction, Ling Hu Chong was the eldest disciple of Huashan, and the future head of Huashan was still fiddled by them?

Wang Yuanba was defeated with a sword, and felt that Wudang was unfathomable, and a Wudang disciple who had never heard of the name had such strength, and he was really a little bit sitting in the well and watching the sky, and led all the disciples to follow behind and walk towards Dongcheng.

Out of Wang's house, Master Yi led the way in front, passing through a few small streets and coming 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 heard the sound of the piano, someone was stroking the piano, the alley was cool and quiet, and Luoyang City outside was like two worlds. Ning Zhong said in a low voice: "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. Master Yi said: "Zhu Weng, there is a strange book of piano and flute scores, I want to ask your old man's forensic eye to identify it." Luzhu Weng said: "There is a piano score and a flute score for me to identify? Hehe, I can afford to look down on the old craftsman." ”

Wang Yuanba saw that several people motioned for him to take out the music score, so he reluctantly handed the music score to Master Yi, who took it and walked into the green bamboo bush. I only heard Lu Zhu Weng say: "Okay, you put it down!" Master Yi said: "May I ask Zhu Weng, is this really a music score, or is it a martial arts secret, deliberately written to look like a music score?" Lu Zhu Weng said: "The secret of martial arts? Then I could only hear the sound of the piano, which was elegant and beautiful.

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. "Wang Yuanba's ancestors and grandchildren, you look at me, I look at you, all have a color on their faces. 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. Luzhu Weng sighed and said, "Brother Yi, you know how to blow the flute, how can such a bass be played? 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. Master Yi said, "Yes." "Retreat from the green bamboo bushes.

"It seems that this score is really strange, although your martial arts are far superior to mine, but you can't reverse the black and white facts. Wang Yuanba said with some pride. Before Huang Fuyu could answer, he suddenly heard Luzhu Weng shouting: "Auntie, why are you out?" Wang Yuanba asked in a low voice: "How old is Luzhu Weng?" Master Yi said: "Seventy years old, almost eighty!" Everyone thought to themselves: "An eighty old man actually has an aunt, this old woman is afraid that she is not more than a hundred years old?" only to hear a woman respond 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.

This song is sometimes impassioned, sometimes gentle and elegant, played for a long time, the rhyme of the piano gradually slowed down, it seems that the music can't help but go away, but it is like the person who plays the piano walked out of dozens of zhang away, and then walked several miles away, and the subtlety can hardly be heard again. 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 sound of the flute is tactful, the sound of the flute is gradually loud, just like the flute person is blowing, while slowly approaching, the sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low down, although extremely low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearls and jade jumps in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sound gradually increases, first such as the splash of the spring, and then such as the group of flowers competing for beauty, the flowers are clustered, and there is a gap between the birds, he sings me and, gradually the birds leave, the spring flowers fall, but the sound of the rain is Xiao Xiao, a desolate and murderous image, the drizzle is continuous, if there is nothing, and finally all the sounds are silent.

The sound of the flute paused for a long time, and everyone woke up like a dream. Although Wang Yuanba, Yue Buqun and others don't understand the rhythm, they can't help but be intoxicated, Master Yi is even more like a lost soul, Huangfuyu is also intoxicated, this is the first time he really feels the beauty of ancient music, although it is not as gorgeous and multi-layered as modern music, but the situation contained in it is more outstanding, no wonder there is a saying about three days around the beam, at this moment Huang Fuyu also wants to see what the song around the three days is like.

Ning Zhong sighed, admired from the bottom of his heart, and said: "Admire, admire! Chong'er, what kind of song is this?" Ling Hu Chong said: "This is called "The Song of Smiling Proud Rivers and Lakes", this mother-in-law is really amazing, and it is rare that she is proficient in the piano and flute. Mrs. Yue said: "This piece is certainly wonderful, but it also requires the skills of this mother-in-law to play it." It's the first time you've heard such beautiful music. Linghu Chong said: "No, what the disciple heard that day is even more wonderful than today. Mrs. Yue said curiously: "How can that be? Is there a person in the world who is more clever than this mother-in-law playing the piano and playing the flute?" Ling Hu said: "More clever than this mother-in-law, not necessarily." It's just that what the disciple heard was an ensemble of two people, one stroked the piano and the other played the flute, and what was played was this "Song of Smiling Proud Rivers and Lakes......"

Before he finished speaking, there were three rings of the piano sound from the green bamboo, and the mother-in-law's voice was extremely low, and she vaguely seemed to hear her say: "Qin and flute ensemble, where in the world to find this person?"

I only heard the green bamboo Weng say loudly: "Master Yi, this is indeed the piano score and flute score, my aunt has played it just now, you can take it back!" Master Yi responded: "Yes!" walked into the bamboo bush and came out with the score in both hands. Lu Zhu Weng said: "The music recorded in this score is rare in the world, this is a sacred object, and it cannot fall into the hands of ordinary people. You can't play, and you must not study it with delusional intentions, otherwise it will be of no benefit to you. Master Yi said: "Yes, yes! Don't dare!" handed over the score to Wang Yuanba. Wang Yuanba listened to the sound of the piano rhyme and flute with his own ears, and knew that there was no falsehood, so he immediately returned the score to Ling Hu Chong, and said curtly: "Ling Hu Xian's nephew, this is offended!"

"Old man Wang, the matter has come to this, should you give me an explanation for the Huashan faction?" Yue Buqun immediately asked, although he was known as a gentleman's sword, but he was not only a gentleman, but also a sword.