"You're Han Tongwen," the old man said

"Have the seniors heard the names of the juniors?" Han Tongwen was a little surprised

"I heard one of my apprentices say you" The old man didn't say who it was, and Han Tongwen didn't ask very tacitly.

"Han boy, where are you going?"

"The Capital of Kitaniwa State"

"Rest the city, where are you going?"

"The juniors want to find out the real culprit behind the heavy snow in Beiting and Xizhou," Han Tongwen frowned

"Just you?" laughed the old man

Qiao Song was unhappy when he saw the old man smiling like this, and shouted, "Although my master can't beat him now, he will definitely kill him in the future to take revenge."

The old man smiled even more happily, "In this case, let's go with Lao Tzu, it just so happens that I will also go to Xiu Xun City"

"I don't know the name of my predecessor"

"I, my disciples and grandchildren all call me old man, you call me that."

Leaving this small county town, the old man seemed to be very interested in the sleigh under Han Tongwen's feet, and Han Tongwen was also very surprised, the two-meter-five man walked on the snow and left only shallow footprints, and the speed was not slower than them at all.

"Han boy, he is a great martial artist at a young age, it's not easy"

"Seniors Liao praised, seniors' hands on snow without a trace is a real stunt" Han Tongwen is not exaggerating at all, this old man's light skills are absolutely rare in the world.

"If you want to improve in the martial arts, you must practice all the time, leave your sled, I will teach you the method of stepping on the snow without a trace"

Han Tongwen didn't expect that these two broken planks could be exchanged for such benefits, and of course he wouldn't miss it. Light work needs to have a place to borrow, but there is no place to borrow strength in this snow, and it is completely unstable, just ten or so steps Han Tongwen fell into the snow.

Looking at Han Tongwen's embarrassment, the old man smiled heartily, stepped on the sleigh, and planted a bucket in the snow before rowing. The old man patted the snow on his beard on his head, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, and he didn't hurry to get up when he lay in the snow, but he took a sip of wine and laughed loudly with Qiao Song.

Han Tongwen admired this old man's mind very much, his true temperament, he didn't have the demeanor of a master when he should laugh, and the six-year-old Qiao Song laughed, and when he was angry, he grabbed Han Tongwen and scolded the stupid man twice and threw it into the snow.

Han Tongwen understands that although stepping on the snow without a trace is considered to be the category of light work, it is the subtle control of spiritual power and internal force, and the internal force runs smoothly and evenly on the soles of the feet.

Although the old man scolded angrily, it was his habit to scold, and in his heart, the old man was also secretly surprised by Han Tongwen's talent, although this was a clever memory he created when he was bored, but it was definitely not a simple thing to learn in two days.

Gradually, Han Tongwen also became familiar with this irritable and alcoholic old man.

"Old man" Han Tongwen had to rush hard in order to catch up with their sled, although he himself tailor-made a sled for the old man, but the old man still let him walk on the snow.

"What's wrong Han boy"

Han Tongwen looked at the huge wine jar in the old man's hand and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Old man, can you let me have a sip of wine."

"Haha, dare to ask Lao Tzu for wine, there are not many people in this world" The old man laughed wildly, and the snow around him moved, but after a while, he threw the wine jar over, and Han Tongwen could hold it with both hands.

As soon as you get it, you smell the aroma of wine, "Good wine!"

Han Tongwen raised it up and drank it, and then let out a comfortable sigh, and his whole body was warm.

"Good wine" Han Tongwen changed the wine jar to the old man

"I want to drink grandpa, I want to drink too" Qiao Song has no scruples about relying on his cuteness, and the old man is also very fond of this cute doll who is the first to call him grandpa

"How old are you to drink, no," Han Tongwen shouted

"It's about your shit, what kind of bullshit is a manly husband who doesn't drink, come to grandpa to teach you to drink" The old man picked up Qiao Song with one hand, the mouth of the wine jar was bigger than Qiao Song's head, and the old man was not afraid of choking Qiao Song to death, so he stuffed it directly, and he felt that it was almost pulled out.

"How's that?" laughed the old man

"Hiccup." Qiao Song burped and stood on the sleigh slowly, "Good, good wine."

After speaking, he was carried into the snow with a plop, and in the laughter of this unscrupulous old man, Han Tongwen hurriedly dug him out of the snowdrift, and his red face fell asleep with the smell of alcohol.

"Hey, old man, I'm going to train my apprentice to be a merry man who is both civil and military, if you teach him like this, sooner or later he will become a wine jar" The three of them sat on a big tree to rest, Han Tongwen looked at Qiao Song who was asleep and said dissatisfied

The old man also simply, snatched Qiao Song from his arms, "With the little doll, the old man likes it when he looks at it, the shit is a merry talent, and the best life is when people live freely and unrestrained."

The old man poured a sip of wine, and then threw the wine jar to Han Tongwen, "Lao Tzu, this wine is absolutely unparalleled in the world."

"It's very mellow, but my wine is much stronger than yours."

"You also make wine?"

"Cut, old man, don't underestimate people, I will have a lot"

"Yes, let's take a look," the old man looked incredulous, and drank again with the wine jar

"He is proficient in poetry and songs, and he is proficient in subtle martial arts" with the old man, Han Tongwen was also infected, and he became very heroic when he spoke

"That's right, I saw that day that your swordsmanship was indeed exquisite."

"The wine made can be called the strongest in the world, your old wine is good, if it is compared with the wine I brew, it is really not much stronger than water"

"You stinky boy, the old man has never encountered a stronger wine than my secret carved pine in his life, if you can really find something stronger than this jar of wine, Lao Tzu is willing to gamble and lose, and promise you one thing!" the old man laughed

"Well, if you keep losing, don't let you lose in vain, the secret recipe for brewing is offered with both hands"

"Hahahaha, dare to bet with Lao Tzu, okay, keep talking!"

"In addition to winemaking, the younger generation is good at chess and good at music, and the chess skills dare not be called unparalleled in the world, but this music is a self-conscious few people in the world can compare with me," Han Tongwen

"You kid boasts that the wine is unparalleled in the world, the old man can't test it, and the old man doesn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but you say this music, I want to see it" The old man took a sip of wine "Speaking of this music, it's unfortunate that the old man has been immersed in it for many years, and today I want to see how you are unmatched in the world, if you don't satisfy the old man."

"There are no three, two, three, how dare you show off, old man, listen to the song of the juniors" Han Tongwen smiled and took out Qingye Xiao

"Old Mei's weird Xiao?" the old man recognized at a glance

"Mei's seniors and juniors are old friends, I met once a year ago, and he gave me this Xiao"

"It seems that you are not an ordinary boy," the old man laughed

"Old man, please listen to my song of the blue sea tide"

The old man originally had a playful mentality, and his martial arts were exquisite, and he also said that he was proficient in poetry and songs, could make wine, and even had few opponents in music and chess. The old man was half-leaning on the branch, drinking wine, and playfully waiting for Han Tongwen to make a fool of himself, so he took the opportunity to beat him.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, Han Tongwen's attainment in music is indeed very high, and the old man is also a master of music, and he is a great player. The sound of the flute is together, tactful and changeable, just like the smoke waves of the Hanhai Sea are slightly rippling, just like walking alone in the vast Miao, the sound of the flute turns, like the wind rising, like the waves opening, the sound of the flute is higher and higher, the waves are rushing and the clouds are high and the sky is wide, the old man seems to have seen the smoke waves of thousands of miles, and seems to have heard the sound of the sea waves!

Han Tongwen's internal force was silently dispersed, and the waves rose in the song, and the snowflakes flew outside his body, and the snowflakes rolled up like waves. This song vividly interprets the mind of the warrior, just like the sea, the slight wave when it is calm is me, the angry waves when the wind rises is me, and thousands of changes are in the chest!

The sound of the flute stopped, the old man did not speak, and silently untied the Xi Qin from his waist.

Although the Xiqin has only two strings, it is indeed one of the best instruments to express emotions.

It is also extremely difficult to talk about Xi Qin well, play Xi Qin a lecture, the song posture is harmonious, there are traces in the song, and the posture is like a song; the second lecture is loose and relaxed; the third lecture is unobstructed, no obstruction, and the luck of the song, which is also the most unique place; the fourth lecture is the banyan, the fifth is the rhythm, the sixth is the pitch, the seventh is the combination, the combination is the technique, the simplest two strings are used to express feelings, the required techniques are the most complicated, the left hand has pressed, soft, pressed, pan, slippery, pad, plucked fingers, the right hand has slow, fast, throwing, shaking, jumping, Bow shooting, with no traces, can be just right; seven lectures on sound beauty; eight lectures on sentiment.

The old man's Xi Qin technique is simply attained, and Han Tongwen also knows a few classic erhu songs, but Xi Qin is too complicated, and if he is allowed to come, he can't show one-twelfth of his feelings. The old man stood on the tree, and his already majestic body was like a giant between heaven and earth at this time, exuding a kingly aura that people worshipped.

At a glance, you can see that the maintenance of this piano is very good, the skin is ancient, and only the Xi Qin that is often played has such a pure timbre. The old man's body moves with Xi Qin, which is different from Han Tongwen's Bihai Chaosheng Song, the old man's piano sound is more of a kind of see-through, and he has experienced the indifference of the world! The tune is far away, sad, like a person alone on the railing in the deep night, let the past scenes emerge in front of you, thinking about the past and the present, how many emotions and melancholy, dare not hope for the coming of tomorrow, heroes, rivers and mountains, beauties, how many of the past are scattered like clouds, and how many are left now, thinking is just to increase sentimentality, and what about the storm, it is not what you want.

In the middle of the night, he sat alone on the bank of the river. Looking up at the sky, the stars are sparse and the moon is dark. The wind has also passed, and the single clothes are not resistant to the cold, and the late autumn is not better than a cold.

What Han Tongwen heard was desolation, although the old man was very heroic and broad-minded, but people have the past that they don't want to mention, it is precisely because they can't let go of the past, so they are the real amorous man, and it is precisely because of these that they can accommodate them, so they seem to be broad-minded.

Han Tongwen felt the terrifying fluctuations of spiritual power, the snow under his feet hummed and trembled, and the clouds in the sky were affected and slowly dispersed. The sound of the piano fell, and the old man picked up the wine jar and poured it violently.

"Good boy, your musical attainments are indeed high," the old man said in a rare compliment

"Your old piano skills are really good in the afternoon," Han Tongwen sighed, "But there is always a faint sadness, and the younger generations are about to see through the red dust after listening to it."

"Forty years ago, the old man dominated the world, the wind and clouds, but he watched the woman he loved die in front of him helplessly, this is the piano music composed by the old man after her death, called Lonely Wind Yin" The old man sighed with emotion and drank a few sips of wine to suppress this melancholy