At this moment, Ouyang Feng said with a smile: "Brother Yao, our brothers and sons have not met in Huashan for more than 20 years. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info admit that you can afford to marry your nephew, and what will you send to be a brother in the future, you will never dare to say a word. Huang Yaoshi said: "Who dares to provoke you, this old poison? What kind of kung fu have you practiced in the Western Regions for twenty years, come out and take a look." ”

Huang Rong was very interested in hearing his father say that he wanted him to show his kung fu, and immediately leaned on his father with tears, and stared at Ouyang Feng with a pair of eyes, seeing that he was holding a snake staff in his hand, and there were two small snakes with silver scales coiled on the hideous snake head. Ouyang Feng said with a smile: "My kung fu back then was not as good as yours, and now I have been abandoned for more than 20 years, and I am even worse than you." We are now a close family, and I would like to stay on Peach Blossom Island for a few more days and ask you for advice. ”

Hearing Ouyang Feng's words, Huang Yaoshi's heart suddenly became clear, knowing that Ouyang Feng's original toad skill that was broken by Wang Chongyang with a yang finger had taken more than 20 years, and it had obviously been cultivated again. At this time, Zhao Zhijing, who was still indifferent, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but think that a few days after Ouyang Feng came out, he had already found the door, and a battle left a mark in Ouyang Feng's heart.

Feeling Zhao Zhijing's somewhat strange gaze, Ouyang Feng, who was still smiling on his face, felt a wave of anger rise in his heart at this time. But knowing that this was not the time to fight with Zhao Zhijing, he suppressed this arrogance, still smiling on his face, and looked at Huang Yaoshi opposite with bright eyes.

The Peach Blossom Island at night was a little quiet, and the bright moonlight shone on Huang Yaoshi's body, and he took out the jade flute from his sleeve and said, "The guests came from afar to wait for me to play a song to entertain the deceased." Please sit down and listen slowly. Ouyang Feng knew that he was going to test his skills with "Blue Sea Tide Song", so he smiled slightly and waved his left hand.

The thirty-two white-clothed women who were standing a few feet away with yarn lanterns stepped forward and fell to the ground. Ouyang Feng said with a smile: "These thirty-two virgins were purchased by my brother from all over the country as a small gift to my old friend. They have been instructed by famous teachers to sing, dance, play and sing, and they are still here. It's just that the color of the contemptible women in the Western Regions is far inferior to the beauties of the south of the Yangtze River. ”

Huang Yaoshi said: "My brother has never liked this way, since the death of the first room, he regards the beauties in the world as dung. Brother Feng didn't dare to bow down. Ouyang Feng said with a smile: "Talk about audio-visual entertainment, and send eternal days, what kind of injury?" The words fell, Ouyang Feng slapped his palm three times, and the eight women took out their musical instruments and played, and the remaining twenty-four people turned over and danced.

The rhythm of the eight musical instruments is very strange. I saw that all the women were bent forward and backwards, left and right, their bodies were extremely soft, and everyone was tightly connected with the people in front and behind, like a long snake. After a moment's view, I saw that each person's arms were stretched out from the tips of their left fingers to the tips of their right fingers, twisting and twisting, like a snake swimming in its twists.

At night, Zhao Zhijing looked at all this, his face was calm, as if everything in front of him did not arouse a trace of emotional changes in his heart at all. At this moment, the girls danced more urgently, full of charming, changeable, followed by their hands to caress their breasts and buttocks, making various gestures of untying their clothes and throwing themselves into their arms. The man who drove the snake had already closed his eyes, and he was afraid that he would be confused after seeing it. Huang Yaoshi just smiled and looked at it for a while, put the jade flute to his lips and blew it a few times. All of a sudden, all the girls shook at the same time, and their dancing steps were chaotic, and the sound of the flute sounded a few more times, and the girls were already dancing to the sound of the flute.

Ouyang Feng saw that the situation was not right, and with a slapp, a maid came forward holding an iron kite. At this time, Ouyang Ke gradually felt his heart shake. The tonal rhythm of the Eight Female Instruments has also been accompanied by the sound of Huang Yaoshi's flute. The men who drove the snakes were already jumping up and down, running back and forth among the snakes. Ouyang Feng plucked a few times on the strings of the zither, and made a few killings of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, which immediately diluted the soft sound in the sound of the flute.

This scene is simply torment for snake slaves and dancing girls, but for people like Zhao Zhijing, there is no impact, everything in front of them is just a game.

The iron kite was killed, and at this moment, Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "Come on, let's play a song together." As soon as he left his lips, the crowd's frenzy slowed down. Ouyang Feng shouted: "Everyone plugged their ears, Huangdao and I mainly played music." The people who came with him knew that this was not a trivial matter, and their faces were frightened, and they tore their clothes and stuffed them tightly in their ears first, and then tightly packed them on their heads, for fear of leaking a little sound into their ears. Even Ouyang Ke was busy plugging his ears with cotton.

Seeing such a scene, Li Mochou, who was beside Zhao Zhijing, also wanted to block his ears, but Zhao Zhijing, who was on the side, just smiled slightly, reached out to hold her tender little hand, and the warm breath suddenly came out of Zhao Zhijing's hand, just like the winter sun, sweeping away the cold together.

Ouyang Feng sat cross-legged on a big stone and said, "Where brother's kung fu can't go." I want to ask Brother Yao to give three points. Then he closed his eyes for a moment, and the five commanders in his right hand bounced sonorously. Qin Zheng's tone was already sour, and his voice was even more poignant. At this time, even Guo Jing, who was in the distance, didn't understand music, but every note of this zither sound was consistent with his heartbeat.

As soon as the kite sounded, his heart beat faster, and his heartbeat gradually intensified, and he only felt his chest pounding, which was extremely uncomfortable. But Zhou Botong on the side, with the help of Zhao Zhijing, broke through Huang Yaoshi's 'Blue Sea Tide Song', at this time he just watched all this interestingly, and was not affected at all, his pure heart at that moment obviously had a trace of transformation.

In the night, I only heard the sound of the zither getting urgent, and then it was like a golden drum beating in unison and ten thousand horses galloping. Suddenly, the soft rhyme in the ground, a wisp of flute, faintly mixed into the sound of the zheng. Although the sound of the iron kite is loud, it can not hide the sound of the flute, and the tone of the double voice is extremely strange. The iron kite is like the cry of the Wuxia ape, the midnight ghost crying, and the jade flute is just like the song of the phoenix in Kungang and the whispering of the deep boudoir. One is extremely tragic and poignant, and the other is soft and charming. This is high and the other is low, and the other is advancing and retreating, and each other is not inferior to each other

Just when everyone was resisting this extraordinary tune, only Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou, who were sitting in the Jicui Pavilion, and Huang Rong, who Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng didn't want their voices to touch, were still watching this interesting battle at this moment.

At this moment, Tie Zheng and Xiao were endless, and Zhao Zhijing, who had an interesting face, withdrew the hand that held Li Mochou, and the long sword hanging on his waist was unsheathed in an instant, only to hear it shout: "Senior Huang, I will also play a song in the ensemble!" When the words fell, I saw the slender fingers gently hitting the purple jade-like sword body of the Purple Emperor Sword.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, like a ripple, like a sharp long sword falling into the hand of a swordsman, and every time it stabbed out, it was the enemy's vital point. This crisp sound kept hitting the weak place of the zither and the flute, and the sound of the two stirring was constantly eliminated, so as not to hurt the few onlookers. (To be continued.) )