The young man spun and flew out, taking the first step and blocking his way.

The blind man turned around and landed on a crosspole and said angrily: "Young man, don't be unforgiving! The blind man has already made it clear enough!"

The young man grinned and said, "Blind man, you are so angry, this anger will hurt your body! Since you have come to meet the master, you can't just leave after saying a word?" Besides, I still don't accept the blind man's ability!"

The blind man laughed wildly when he heard this, and said: "Young man, even today's martial arts master Shaolin abbot may not be able to look down on the blind here, not to mention how capable you can be a confused young man! Young people are better to be realistic, don't be boring!"

The young man also laughed wildly a few times, his voice was furious, and said: "What a blind man who doesn't know the height of the sky, and the abbot of Shaolin doesn't pay attention to it, so he doesn't know how great you can be! Come on, come on, let the master try the authenticity!" The thickness of the internal force is not something that the age of the teenager can match.

As he spoke, the boy drew his sword and struck. The long pole in the blind man's hand was silent, and he hurriedly handed it over and pressed the young man's arm. The young man Da He didn't see how the blind man made a move, and he was also surprised by the accuracy of the blind man's shot. The blind man smiled and said, "Since the young man is not convinced, how about the blind man showing his hand again?"

The boy snorted. The blind man stuck a rod on the ground, took a package from his shoulder, opened it, and it turned out to be a five-stringed piano, which he held in his arms, and he could see that he cherished it very much. The boy was astonished and stared at the blind man.

The blind man raised a pair of godless eyes and silently commented on the sky for a long time, and said, "Young man, this is the five-stringed instrument of this gate, made of stainless steel, and it is not necessary to play with true qi. How about a blind man play a little song called "Plum Blossom Falling" from his own door?"

The young man smiled and said, "Okay, then there is Mr. Lao." ”

The blind man smiled slightly, and said with a desolate face: "If the young man feels unwell, he can cover his ears and leave, and the blind man will stop." Hey, I'm afraid this will hurt the surrounding onlookers and peepers!"

The young man smiled and said: "Sir is polite, I understand that I will know how to take care of myself!

I saw the blind man holding the qin with both hands above his head, bowing to the east three times, and then turned around and hugged the iron qin and said with a smile: "Is the young man ready to play?"

The young man sat down cross-legged, crossed his sword on his knees, and said with a smile: "There is Mr. Lao." ”

The blind man laughed three times and said with a smile: "What a young man, if you can pass this level, the future of martial arts must be you!

The two looked solemn. The blind man also retracted his expression and focused on plucking the strings with three fingers. There are not many people in the rivers and lakes who use the qin as a weapon, and there are not a few people in the rivers and lakes who know how to use their true qi to drive people to kill people silently. The young man should have known how the strings kill people, but the young man still underestimated the blind man and the piano in the arms of the blind man.

The air in the open field in the cold middle of the night was solidified and tangible, but the air burst at the first note of the stringed instrument in the blind man's arms. The boy was startled when he heard the sound, and his breathing became heavier, and the grass and trees in the field broke a lot in an instant. The sound of the piano is from far to near, from light to loud, from low to high, from slow to urgent. The boy was already in a cloud of heat, his face was sweating like rain, his face was red or white, and his clothes were covered with frost, shining in the moonlight. It's incomprehensible, it's deceitful.

The time of the half-pillar incense passed, and the blind man could not notice any discomfort in the young man's ears, and his heart trembled, his face sweated, and the sound of the piano became more and more dense and compact. The boy's shoulders trembled, and he was bleeding from his orifices, but the boy was still trying to control himself. In the darkness beside him, there were already endless screams, and scattered footsteps could be heard in the night. Half of the incense passed, the blind man will be the third time "Plum Blossom Falling", but the murderous aura in the note is also heavier, the blind man is already cross-kneeled on the ground, six fingers caressing the piano. The boy was much quieter, his face softened, and at some point he wiped out a bamboo flute and pressed it to his lips. As soon as the song "Plum Blossoms Falling" came to an end, the bamboo flute on the young man's lips suddenly made a piercing note to break the monotonous sound of the piano, and another series of excited sounds suppressed the sound of the blind man's piano. The blind man shook and his ears bleed. The blind man can no longer care about the use of many fingers.

The sound of pianos and flutes fighting over the fields reverberated over the fields, and not a single grass or tree stood in the fields, and the debris of broken grass fluttered in the wind.

Another half-incense time passed. The young man was already half of his clothes stained with blood, and his hair was scattered, and the blind man was already sweating like rain, and his fingers were blurred with flesh and blood. The blind man will only play a song "Plum Blossom Falling", which has long been familiar to the young man, but the sound of the young man's flute is by no means similar, at this time he even played the blind man's "Plum Blossom Falling", and the young man has the advantage of the latter. Seeing that the sound of the piano was suppressed by the sound of the flute, he was almost powerless to fight back. He heard a man crying out in the darkness a few feet away, and he sang or laughed, or wept or made a fuss, and his voice was so strong that he joined in the fight between the two. The boy and the blind man were both married, but soon both settled down. It turned out that when the two of them were exhausted, the people who came did not take the opportunity to suppress the two, but struggled to support the weak and maintain, and struggled to support the embarrassing situation of the two tigers fighting. The two-person fight has become a three-person maintenance, and none of the three dares to withdraw from the fighting circle first, and the one who quits first will be injured first. Just when the three of them were desperate, they heard a thunderclap in their ears. The three of them abruptly stopped fighting. The young man's bamboo flute had disappeared into the night, the blind man's knee had broken a string, and the one in the darkness had been silent since he screamed.

The sound of the piano and flute kills people viciously, it kills you invisibly, it shocks you incomparably, it makes you tremble, your soul is scattered, you can't escape, it makes you invisible, it makes you unable to fight back, you can only fight poison with poison. The young man's skills are not as good as the blind man, but the young man's piano and flute attainments are far better than the blind man, and the young man's internal cultivation is not inferior to the blind man. The blind man is not defeated, but the blind man cannot be said to have an advantage at best.

Both of them sat there cross-legged and motionless, exercising their pranayama. The blind man was silent, unable to see any movement, as if he were asleep, but the young man was different. Sometimes the young man sweated like rain, sometimes his face was frosty, his whole body was frosty, and his black hair was crystal clear and shining, but then the boy's face became more and more flat, and his body exuded a faint fragrance, and the fragrance was pleasant.

The two of them flew up and jumped almost at the same time. The blind man looked up to the sky and laughed, and said: "Please ask the young man to respect his name, he will definitely be the leader of the rivers and lakes, and there will definitely be no one left and right from you!"

The young man said respectfully: "The seniors are too famous, and the younger generations dare not expect extravagance! I also asked the seniors for their names!" It can be seen that the two of them are letting go, and they are both restrained and admired.

The blind man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How dare a person with incomplete body drive dare to expect the young man to worry about me, just call me Blind Ziqin." Blind Ziqin said that he was fortunate to see the young man, and it was really a lot of benefit, and the philosophy of this heaven outside the sky is not something that everyone can understand, and he even knew the whereabouts of his senior brother by mistake!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the third person who had just participated in the fight and the thunderous roar.

The young man smiled: "The younger generation gives the nickname of the Howling Wind Messenger." But I don't know which senior brother Ling is the one who just helped?"

The blind man's body had already flown away, leaving only his cool laughter and tragic and majestic crying and scolding in the air. The young man was stunned, touching his head inexplicably, puzzled.

Since he himself has admitted his identity, it is natural to see that he has come prepared for makeup, and as for the immortal who is the messenger of the howling wind, no one knows.

The Whistling Wind Messenger kicked the dirt hard, and he couldn't tell who he hated or what he was angry about. The Whistling Wind Messenger froze again, as if he had adjusted his mood, and suddenly spun up, and his mouth sounded like a wolf's howl. The Whistling Wind Bringer flew higher and higher, so high that it almost disappeared into the moonlight.

"Who is this? I can't hold up the corpse well in the middle of the night, but here the ghost is crying and the wolf is howling to scare people!" A barren voice sounded in the emptiness. The sound is not loud, but it is deafening and shocking.

The Whistling Wind Messenger was stunned for a moment, and looked around, but there were no other figures except for the five figures who were meditating cross-legged. Of course, the Whistling Wind Messenger knew that the five people who were meditating on the ground were the ones who were injured, and he was too lazy to deal with them. The Whistling Wind Messenger was looking for the one who had just spoken.

The Whistling Wind Bringer wandered around looking for a few places, but found no one, and was about to fly away. I saw a short figure on the hawthorn not far away, shooting out with extraordinary speed. The man looked back and smiled, "What a whistling wind messenger, come here if you have a seed!"

The graceful figure of the Whistling Wind Bringer swept through the air in an arc and swooped down. The wolf's howl rose sharply. The Whistling Wind Bringer was excited.