Huang Yaoshi smiled: "I don't know what Wang Xiaoyou wants to discuss?"

Wang Jing replied: "I heard that Brother Yao's finger flicking powers, splitting empty palms and the extraordinary curvature of the blue sea tide, I also know a little bit about fingering, boxing and piano skills, and I am willing to discuss it with Brother Yao." ”

Huang Yaoshi laughed: "Wang Xiaoyou Yaxing, he knows a lot about the stunts below!

After Huang Yaoshi finished speaking, he picked up a stone on the ground, flexed the middle finger of his right hand, buckled the stone under his thumb, and popped it out with internal force, only to see the stone shoot away suddenly, accompanied by a sound of breaking the air, extremely loud, penetrating the trunk in front of him, especially not stopping, the speed is urgent, the strength is strong, it is breathtaking. The Finger Snap is a wonderful way to attack from a distance, and it can be used to shoot down enemy weapons and attack enemy acupoints.

Wang Jing praised: "Good fingering!" After speaking, he raised his hand, his index finger and thumb pointed forward, and the other three fingers were bent, which was the starting style of a yang finger, and an internal force was emitted from the fingers, passing through the route of Huang Yaoshi's stone just now, and penetrating two trees before dissipating.

Huang Yaoshi said strangely: "One Yang Finger!" He said, "Have you practiced to the highest level? Even Nandi doesn't have your level!"

Wang Jing smiled and said, "Yes, my Yiyang Finger has reached the first-grade realm, but unfortunately the follow-up six-vein divine sword has not been obtained!"

Huang Yaoshi sighed: "The skills of the predecessors have been lost, it is a pity that the level of martial arts has been significantly reduced by more than one notch. The palm technique under it is self-created, Wang Xiaoyou is optimistic!"

After Huang Yaoshi finished speaking, he slammed his palm at the tree just now, and as far as his palm could reach, the tree shook for a while, leaving a big palm print, about half a foot deep, which was extremely conspicuous.

Wang Jing praised: "Good palm technique!" After speaking, he punched fiercely, and used a big demon fist to hit the tree, only to see that the palm print was torn apart, and the trunk of the big tree was broken, and it fell apart with a bang.

Huang Yaoshi was shocked: "What a domineering fist!

Wang Jing smiled faintly: "Brother Yao has won the award! These are the martial arts of my predecessors, no better than Brother Yao's own creation, Brother Yao's talent, there is no second person in the world!"

Huang Yaoshi heard Wang Jing praise him, and the little unhappiness that he couldn't learn instantly dissipated. Huang Rong said on the side: "Brother Wang, my father can't beat you, it is estimated that the other four are not your opponents, the next time Huashan argues on the sword, you will be the first in the world!"

Wang Jing said with a smile: "It's just a false name! My generation of martial artists, the final opponent is still myself, only by constantly surpassing myself can I go further!"

Huang Yaoshi sighed: "Wang Xiaoyou's words are good! No wonder he has such an achievement at a young age!" After speaking, he instructed Huang Rong: "Rong'er, you go and get the yaoqin, and I will learn the rhythm with Wang Xiaoyou." ”

Huang Rong left as she said, and after a short time, she took an antique Yaoqin, Wang Jing took the Yaoqin, and motioned for Huang Rong to plug her ears. Wang Jing and Huang Yaoshi stroked the piano and played the flute, and the two learned the rhythm.

Wang Jing played with both hands, the sound of the piano was smooth at the beginning, and Huang Yaoshi also played the jade flute, following Wang Jing's tune, and there was nothing to do for a while, and the wind and waves were calm. After a while, I could only hear Wang Jing's piano sound gradually hurrying, and the tune rising, Huang Yaoshi saw this, and gradually raised the tune, which still complemented each other.

After half a pillar of incense kung fu, Wang Jingqin's sound was slow and urgent, and suddenly it was silent, and suddenly it was loud. Huang Yaoshi heard the sound of the piano, and his heart shook wildly, and he only felt that the internal force seemed to be not very controlled. But he is also a person with high internal strength and proficient in music, and he plans to fight with his own rhythm at the moment. Huang Yaoshi played the jade flute, the sound of the flute was high and low, Hur was extremely eager, and Hur was silent. Huang Yaoshi was immersed in the sound of his flute, and his internal force gradually calmed down.

Wang Jing praised in his heart: "What a fast reaction speed!" At the moment, the more it played, the more urgent it became, like a big bead and a small bead, dripping off the jade plate. Huang Yaoshi's flute is also sound, like a bird fluttering its wings and flying high, dancing. The two were equal for a while, and they both felt that each other's musical attainments were really extraordinary.

Huang Yaoshi blew up, the tune gradually turned to sadness, and the sound of the flute was ethereal, lingering, like a woman sighing for a while, moaning for a while, and softly speaking softly and calling softly. This is Huang Yaoshi's thought of his deceased wife, and he made it himself, and this time he blew the jade flute, and the more he blew it, the more he couldn't help but play it.

Wang Jing seemed to feel Huang Yaoshi's intentions, and remembered the process of his own acquaintance with Ren Yingying, which was also full of lingering, but full of joy. Immediately played the original song of the phoenix, the tune changed from peaceful to high-pitched phoenix, and then to tenderness and sweetness, as if a man told his beloved woman his heartfelt feelings, expressing his affection.

Huang Rong originally heard the sound of Huang Yaoshi's flute and felt sad, but when she heard Wang Jing's piano sound at this moment, she felt extremely happy. It was really cheerful and sad at the same time, and fortunately she plugged her ears, otherwise she would not be able to resist Wang Jing's piano sound that disturbed people's internal strength at the beginning and Huang Yaoshi's last mournful flute.

After a while, Wang Jing and Huang Yaoshi were each immersed in their own worlds, and they felt the meaning from each other, and they felt like confidants and sympathized with each other. After the two finished playing, the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly at the same time. The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had known each other for many years.

Huang Rong saw that the two of them stopped playing, and said, "Dad, you don't play as well as Brother Wang, Brother Wang's piano sounds more comfortable!"

Huang Yaoshi was slandered in his heart, Wang Jing was happy, of course he was comfortable, and rolled his eyes again, meaning that Huang Rong was not considerate of his father at all.

Wang Jing explained: "Rong'er, in terms of attainment, your father is a step higher, and his thoughts about your mother are all contained in the sound of the flute, but I am borrowing the tunes of my predecessors, and I will inevitably fall into the inferior!"

Huang Rong grabbed Wang Jing's arm and said coquettishly: "Brother Wang, you are so good at playing the piano, who did you learn it from?

Huang Yaoshi rolled his eyes again and sighed, "Rong'er, I usually let you learn, why don't you learn?"

Huang Rong grimaced and said, "Oh, Dad, your flute voice is too sad!"

Wang Jing heard Huang Rong's question, and sighed: "I learned it from my wife, and I don't know if I can see her again!"

When Huang Rong heard this, her expression darkened, and she asked, "Brother Wang, are you married? What about my sister?

Wang Jing replied: "She's not in this world! I don't know if there's a chance to find her again!"

How could Huang Rong understand that Wang Jing could still travel through different worlds, she only thought that Wang Jing's wife had passed away, and comforted: "Brother Wang, you still have Rong'er!" For some reason, she still had some joy in her heart.

Huang Yaoshi also sighed lightly: "No wonder Wang Xiaoyou actually understands my flute sound! It's just that Wang Xiaoyou is still young, and the road ahead is still long!" In his opinion, Wang Jing's martial arts are both high and extraordinary, and he is simply a copy of himself, although he may not be as comprehensive as his talent, but the fact that his martial arts are higher than him is enough to offset his advantages. It seems that Huang Rong also likes him, and he is simply the best choice for Chenglong's quick son-in-law, so he naturally doesn't want to see Wang Jing die lonely like him.

It's a pity that Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong both misunderstood Wang Jing's meaning, and Wang Jing didn't know the bends in Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong's hearts.

Huang Yaoshi was reminded of missing his deceased wife, so he took Huang Rong to Feng Heng's tomb to pay respects, Huang Rong pulled Wang Jing, Wang Jing was helpless, and also followed. Huang Yaoshi looked at Wang Jing very pleasing to the eye at the moment, and he simply regarded Wang Jing as his future son-in-law, plus he himself didn't pay much attention to etiquette, and he didn't object to it, so the three of them went to Feng Heng's tomb.