Luoyang, Green Bamboo Lane.

Ren Yingying, dressed in plain clothes, sat elegantly on the stone bench and stroked the piano, the tune was tactful and long, which was refreshing.

After finishing the song, Ren Yingying looked at Lu Zhu Weng and said, "Lu Zhu Weng, can the spy you planted in the Golden Sword King's family handle this matter?"

Lu Zhu Weng said: "I have ordered people to spread the rumors of the evil sword score, and my apprentice surnamed Yi has been a luthier in the Wang family for several years, so naturally no one will see the flaws. The Xiaoao Jianghu music score is a stunning work, different people naturally can't understand it, as long as my apprentice surnamed Yi pushes the boat down the river, he can naturally guide them to my Green Bamboo Lane. ”

Speaking of this, Ren Yingying suddenly heard footsteps outside, and said lightly: "It seems that they are here, I will go and prepare first, you are here to entertain." As he spoke, his figure flashed and he went inside.

Yue Bu rushed to Luzhu Lane and saw an old man playing the piano, presumably it was Luzhu Weng.

When Luzhu Weng saw everyone, he stopped playing the piano and said, "Your guests come to my humble house, and I don't know what to say." ”

Master Yi said: "Zhu Weng, there is a strange book of piano and flute scores, and I want to ask your old man's forensic eye to identify it." ”

Lu Zhu Weng replied in a strange voice: "Is there a piano score and a flute score for me to identify?" ”

Yue Buqun took two steps forward and saluted: "Your Excellency Su Wen has a unique sound and rhythm, and I am here to pay a visit, I hope that Your Excellency will appreciate your face and identify this score." As he spoke, he took the score from Wang Yuanba's hand, walked into the green bamboo bush, and wanted to hand it to the green bamboo Weng.

Seeing that Yue Buqun was polite, Luzhu Weng was no longer embarrassed, and said, "Okay, you put it down!" picked up the score and looked at it.

After seeing that Lu Zhuweng finished looking at it, Yue Buqun asked, "May I ask you, sir, is this really a music score, or is it a martial arts secret, deliberately written to look like a music score to hide people's eyes?"

Lu Zhuweng shook his head and said, "The secret of martial arts? Then he began to play on his own, and the tune 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. ”

Yue Buqun frowned, thinking to himself that this green bamboo weng couldn't understand it? Where did Chong'er get this strange booklet?

I only heard the green bamboo Weng say again: "I'll try this flute score." ”

Then he took out the long flute and played, at first it was melodious and beautiful, and the feelings were lingering, 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.

Lu Zhuweng sighed and said to Yue Buqun: "You are a scholar, you should also know a little bit about this instrument, how can such a bass be played? Go back and let me think about it. ”

Yue Buqun frowned, knowing that Wang Yuanba would not give this score to others, and just wanted to refuse, he suddenly saw a person with a hat on his head walking out of the room, the light veil hung down, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly. But looking at the figure, it should be a woman.

Lu Zhuweng hurriedly got up and shouted, "Auntie, why did you come out?"

Yue Buqun thought to himself: "This green bamboo Weng is at least seventy years old, this woman is actually his aunt, this woman is afraid that she is more than a hundred years old?" ”

The woman replied with a low voice. Luzhu Weng said again: "Auntie, please see, this piano score is a little weird. ”

The woman hummed again, sat down and stroked the piano, and the piano sounded, and halfway through the play, she frowned, stretched out her hand and tuned the strings, paused for a while, replaced the broken strings, tuned the strings again, and played again.

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, even a sane person like Yue Buqun can't help but indulge in it.

When the sound of the piano seemed to be unstoppable, I heard the sound of the flute ringing next to the sound of the piano, and the sound of the flute was clear and beautiful, high and low, and light and light. Yue Buqun looked up, and it turned out that the woman had started playing the flute again.

After the song was over, everyone was impressed, intoxicated, and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

But I heard the woman sigh: "Piano and flute ensemble, where in the world can I find this person?"

Lu Zhuweng took the score, walked in front of Yue Buqun, and said, "Sir, this is indeed a piano score, my aunt has just played it, you can take it back!"

Yue Buqun responded: "Okay! Thank you!" and took the score from Lu Zhuweng with 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. People who are not skilled must not learn hard, otherwise it will be useless and detrimental. ”

Yue Buqun thanked him again, walked out of the jungle, handed the score to Wang Yuanba, and said, "What does the old man think?"

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 was about to take over the score and return it to Ling Hu Chong, and said curtly: "Ling Hu Xian's nephew, this is offended!"

Ling Hu Chong sneered and took it, and just about to say a few sarcastic words, Yue Buqun shook his head at him, and Ling Hu Chong couldn't help but say nothing.

Wang Yuanba's ancestors and grandchildren were all faceless and left.

Yue Buqun breathed a sigh of relief, and also waved to everyone: "This matter is over, let's go." But he saw Ling Hu Chong holding the music sheet and standing still in a daze.

Yue Buqun stepped forward and said, "Chong'er, do you want to communicate with the two of you here?"

Ling Hu Chong nodded and said, "The disciple will go back after a while." ”

Yue Buqun said: "It's okay, music can cultivate sentiment, you have been worried lately, it's not bad to stay here for a while." However, you have to remember to come back early, you just injured your arm, don't use force. ”

Linghu Chong responded: "Yes." ”

After everyone left, Ren Yingying breathed a sigh of relief and said to Luzhu Weng: "You can write out the score now." But he heard a man crying outside, and asked Luzhu Weng, "Who is outside?"

Lu Zhuweng went out to take a look, walked back to Ren Yingying's side, and said, "It's Ling Hu Chong." ”

Ren Yingying smiled evilly and said, "Is it the kid who brought us the score? You can call him in, maybe you won't have to bother to write the score silently." As he spoke, he put his hat back on.

Luzhu Weng answered and said loudly outside: "This friend, why are you crying?"