"Yang Yi, you are so bold! After doing so many evil things, you dare to stay in Kyoto, aren't you afraid of Wang Fa?"

A middle-aged officer stood downstairs in Deyue, Kyoto, and shouted and scolded Yang Yi, who was drinking at the upstairs window: "The remnants of the previous dynasty, the bloody butcher, killed Lord Fu, and dared to swagger to drink on the street, it is really bold, and it is not a pity to die!"

Yang Yi sat in the window, drank the wine, and squinted at the officers downstairs, "What are you?

The middle-aged officer has a burly appearance, a square face and heavy eyebrows, and an unusual appearance.

Hearing this, he said: "Now that the Son of Heaven is in power, where is there any distinction between the Manchus and the Hans? You are talking nonsense, causing trouble to the people's hearts, and your sins are unforgivable! Do you obediently follow me, or do you have to suffer some hardships first?"

Yang Yi ignored this person, turned his head and said to a kiln sister who was singing beside him: "Bring your piano." ”

Sister Yao sobbed tremblingly: "Uncle, I ...... I can't walk anymore!"

Yang Yi saw that her body was shaking badly, it really didn't look like she could leave, otherwise she wouldn't have fled with all the drinkers in this restaurant, and she was left sitting nearby alone, not getting up. At first, Yang Yi thought that he had met a strange woman in the dust, but now he realized that he was stunned.

I couldn't help but shake my head and laughed: "Why are you so afraid? Don't worry, you can't die!"

He stretched out his hand to make a false move, and the lyre in front of Sister Yao was taken into his hand, and he placed the piano on the wine table, Yang Yi smiled and said: "I've listened to several of your songs, and I'll also play one for you to listen to, okay?"

Without waiting for Sister Yao to reply, he stretched out his hand to pluck the strings, and a string of sounds came from the piano.

Yang Yi looked at the middle-aged officer outside the window, "If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?" ”

As he spoke, he looked around, and saw that on the long street below the restaurant, a platoon of officers and soldiers stood solemnly, holding swords and swords, holding spears, and rows of archers standing at the windows of nearby restaurants, bending bows and arrows, aiming at their own positions.

Seeing him in such a situation, the middle-aged officer still said what to play the piano, but he didn't know whether he had no fear or ulterior motives, waved his hand, and said, "What kind of piano do you still play?" and instructed the sergeant next to him, "Go upstairs and kill the thief!"

He had just taken a step, and suddenly a string of piano sounds fell from the top of the restaurant, and the sound of the piano sounded in his ears, and he felt that the top door was cold, and there seemed to be ice water pouring down, and he didn't take this step.

Yang Yi's voice came from upstairs, "The clouds are low at night, and the cold sun is slanting." A song of liver and intestines is broken, and the north wind is cold!"

After that, the sound of the piano suddenly sank, and it was played "buzzing".

Sister Yao next to Yang Yi was also sitting near a window, and when she looked down, she could see the officers and soldiers of the arresting brigade. When the officers and soldiers rushed up to arrest people, Yang Yiqin sounded at this time.

As soon as the sound of the piano sounded, a coldness suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart, and this kiln sister saw that the officers and soldiers below who were originally going to go upstairs to arrest people suddenly froze, as if they were stiff, and the officers and soldiers who had been walking away froze the shelf before they fell down with one foot. The gesture of not falling has been held still, and this step has never been dropped.

Yang Yi drank wine with his left hand, stroked the piano lightly with his right hand, and sang loudly: "The wind blows the stones and rolls, and the air conditioning is cold to the bones." The snowflakes are as big as a seat, and the tents of the military camp are felt. Thousands of miles of rivers and rivers are filled with ice, and thousands of miles of grasslands are uninhabited. ............”

Every time he sang a sentence, every time he sang a word, the kiln sister next to him felt that the coldness in his heart was colder, and this coldness became colder and colder with Yang Yi's singing, and at the end, the long street opposite the restaurant was silent, and a bird flying through the air was stirred by the sound of the piano, and its wings could not be spread, and it fell down in the chirp.

Seeing the birds drooping, Yang Yi stopped singing in his mouth, laughed, and drew an oblique note on the piano with his fingers.

After a while, someone suddenly shouted among the officers and soldiers standing in the street, "There is a demon law! This person can use the demon law!" The voice was extremely poignant, as if he had experienced the most terrible thing in the world.

The middle-aged man led below stopped in mid-air and finally fell to the ground, and his consciousness began to recover, only to feel stiff, as if he was frozen, and he landed lightly on one foot, and the bones around his body made a slight creaking sound, and his whole body was extremely sore, as if he had slept naked in the snow all night, and his internal organs were solidified.

The middle-aged man was shocked, and he didn't understand what the reason was for a while, but he guessed that it must have something to do with Yang Yi's playing the piano, although his brain was drowsy, but his mind was still clear, and he didn't know it well, "This person will definitely use demon methods, otherwise why would I stand here?"

Thinking of this, his body staggered, and he hurriedly took out a silk scarf from his arms, tore it into two, and prepared to stuff it into his ears, and turned around with difficulty and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Plug your ears, don't listen to him play the piano!"

At this moment, Yang Yi leaned out of the window, "Plug your ears, do you look down on Yang's piano skills so much?"

With a slight stroke of his finger on the instrument, the sound began to sound anew.

The hands of the middle-aged man below have handed the silk scarf to the ear, is about to stuff it in, after hearing the sound of the piano, only feel that the sound of the piano is loud, such as hitting the jade, and the jade is gone, although I know that I am afraid that my life will not exist under the listen, but I am reluctant to this wonderful fairy sound, both hands will be raised in the ear for a while, and put down for a while, and the two silk scarves are always not stuffed into the ears.

Hearing the sound of the piano, the two silk scarves in the middle-aged man's hands could no longer hold them, and a gust of north wind blew, and the silk scarves flew away.

A secret sigh rose from the bottom of the middle-aged man's heart, but as soon as this sigh started, his mind was confused, and he was lost in the sound of the piano.

In the restaurant, Yang Yi was full of pride, his hands twisted and pressed, the singing in his mouth continued, his hands waved endlessly, and occasionally sipped his lips and sucked, and the wine bowl turned into a wine line and flew into his mouth.

Even if he was drinking, the singing in his mouth was incessant, and when he sang the last sentence of "Heaven and earth kill all things, and the long sword of the sky breaks the sky", Yang Yi pressed his hands together, and the sound of the piano stopped.

At this time, the sky was close to dusk, black clouds pressed the city, a few snowflakes fell, gradually more and more urgent, goose feather snow in a moment will be covered with the long street in front of you.

The officers and soldiers standing on the long street were motionless, and they had already become snowmen.

Yang Yi handed Yaoqin to Sister Yao and threw her a piece of gold cake, "Okay, it's not early, you can take this piece of gold, go from Liang." ”

Laughing, he walked down the restaurant.

He has achieved the realm of a martial arts master, this is the first time he has used spiritual power, and the power is really extraordinary, although the first time he uses it, the technique is rough, but he has always used it, so he is quite happy in his heart.

After walking out of the restaurant, the cold wind carried snowflakes and whistled in, but before he could get close, he bypassed Yang Yi.

The middle-aged man led by him was angry and wide-eyed, his beard and hair were all open, standing motionless at the door, and his beard and hair were all condensed into ice slag.

Yang Yi took out a bronze medal from his arms and embedded it in his chest, "This is the second one!" (To be continued.) )