Three flashes of cold light flashed, and three wild wolves fell down in response, each with a thin needle pierced in their throats, flashing with a black ghostly light.

Someone came, appeared.

A gray dress, wearing a white hat, can't see the face clearly, carrying a lyre on his back, and holding a little Lori who is about thirteen or fourteen years old in his right hand, with a quirky smile on her face, she is obviously also a little witch who can toss.

The remaining four wild wolves saw that their partners were knocked down so easily, where did they dare to enter?

The wild wolves are fierce, and the wolves love tigers, which is also the premise of being able to bite the tiger, so they are not afraid of death. The man who appeared now was like a god, the wolves didn't know what was going on, and the three little friends were knocked out, and the remaining wolves didn't dare to stay any longer, so they fled with their tails between their legs.

Although this man did not appear, Zhao Lang was sure that he would not be injured by these wild wolves, but it was inevitable that he would have to use the Ice Spirit Silver Needle. It's also good to be able to leave a little more hole cards.

Mr. Xie helped him, "I don't know which world I am in yet, but judging from the aura exuded by the man in front of him, I am afraid that the strength of the man in front of him is not low, at least he should be a first-class master who has opened up the six veins of the Qi Jing, and Zhao Lang's strength at this time has been damaged, so he has to be treated carefully."

The man just nodded slightly, and didn't say much, but the little Lori he was holding was unceremoniously, sat next to Zhao Lang, and snatched the roasted pheasant from Zhao Lang: "It's good to know, grandpa saved you, this roast pheasant, just repay your kindness!"

As she spoke, Little Lori tore off a chicken leg and handed it to the man, then ripped off another chicken leg and gnawed on it herself: "Wow! It's so fragrant! I've never eaten such a fragrant roast pheasant!"

Zhao Lang smiled dumbly, this little Lori is really familiar, and she dares to eat strangers' things casually when they meet for the first time.

"Smoke!" the man in the hat said in a stern voice, "Don't be rude." ”

Zhao Lang said with a smile: "Mr. is not polite, Mr. has a life-saving grace for the subordinates, and it is not a tribute to a roast pheasant." ”

The man on the back looked at Zhao Lang, his eyes flashed, and his tone was indifferent: "It's me who has lost my eyes, with your strength, those wild wolves can't hurt you!"

Zhao Lang was noncommittal, took a hare next to him, put it on the fire, and roasted it calmly: "The younger generation studied under the famous master of the esophagus, and he thought that the way of cooking was a little successful, if Mr. did not dislike it, he could stay and eat together." ”

But Zhao Lang now knows nothing about his position in the world and finally meets a person in the martial arts and wants to investigate.

"So, it's annoying," the man who carried the piano was not polite, sat down next to Zhao Lang, took the chicken leg handed by Xiao Lori, and chewed it slowly.

Obviously, eating people has a soft mouth, especially if it is still a pheasant roasted by Zhao Lang under Huang Rong's cooking skills against the sky, even if he is originally a stranger, after eating a chicken, he has to become a good friend.

In the original book of Condor Shooting, Huang Rong used his cooking skills to help Guo Jing fool the eighteen palms of the dragon, although Zhao Lang's cooking skills were not so rebellious, but it also reduced the vigilance on the face of the man who carried the piano a lot, and his attitude became gentle.

"Why did the little brother appear in the middle of the night in the middle of the night?" asked the man with the lyre.

Zhao Lang smiled: "Why is Mr. here?"

The man carrying the piano had a slightly cold face, and seemed to be a little vigilant, unwilling to say anything.

Zhao Lang laughed and said: "Mr. is in love, it can be regarded as fate to meet here and now at this time." Since it is fate, today we will enjoy food and talk, and tomorrow we will go our separate ways, unrestrained, wouldn't we be free and easy? Why care about each other's identity!"

"Although the little brother is young, his opinions are different, and he is free and easy," the man who carried the piano thoughtfully, his face softened a lot, and he smiled, "The old man has been stumbling for decades, and he has not been able to understand this truth, which is really ashamed and ashamed." ”

"That's right, sir," Zhao Lang smiled and sprinkled the condiments on the roast rabbit meat, since he learned cooking, every time he went out, he would bring condiments, "As the so-called heroes of the ages laugh and talk, it is better than a drunk in the world." What could be more enjoyable than living in style, getting drunk when you want, going wherever you want, and doing whatever you want?"

"In the laughter and conversation of the heroes of the ages, it is better than a drunken little brother's insight in the world, and the old man admires," the man took off the lyre on his back and laughed, "What the little brother thinks, I and Liu Xiandi have only realized it for more than ten years, and it is really dwarfed." It's a pity that there is no wine today, and Brother Liu Xian is not here, so the two of us can't have a drink with my little brother. In this way, it is rare to meet a young hero with such an appetite as the little brother, and the old man will use a self-composed song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" to cheer up the little brother?"

Zhao Lang raised his eyebrows: "Smiling proud Jianghu Qu !?"

Smiling proud Jianghu Qu, Liu Xiandi, carrying the piano, leading a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little Lori, the weapon used is a needle-shaped hidden weapon that flashes black ghost.

This man is Qu Yang, Xiao Lori is Qu Feiyan, and the Liu Xiandi in Qu Yang's mouth should be Liu Zhengfeng, this world is the world of "smiling proud rivers and lakes!!

"That's right, laughing proud of the rivers and lakes," Speaking of the laughing proud rivers and lakes song, Qu Yang's tone was quite proud, "This song was created by me and Liu Xiandi, and I think it is comparable to "Guangling San". The artistic conception in the song coincides with what the little brother said, 'In the laughter and conversation of heroes through the ages, it is better than a drunk in the world'. This song is played by the little brother, but it is a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers. ”

"It's a pity that Brother Liu Xian is not here, and he can't play with me, but it's a fly in the ointment, if he knows that there is such a bosom friend as a little brother, he must be very happy. ”

"Smiling proud rivers and lakes, smiling proud rivers and lakes," Zhao Lang muttered to himself in his heart, and the words of Huang Yaoshi when he taught Bihai Chaosheng Qu reappeared in his mind again.

"Lang'er, in terms of Xiao Yi alone, you have indeed reached an extremely deep realm, but you can still only exert eighty percent of the power of the Blue Sea Tide Song, and you can't give full play to it. Because you still don't understand the true meaning of this song. ”

"A piece of music has its own soul, the blue sea tide song, created by my Wangchao, to commemorate the deceased wife, the meaning of the song is very different from your nature, even if your internal strength is deep, Xiao Yi is profound. However, your own mind is still unable to match the sound of the flute, let alone affect the minds of others. ”

"So, don't get obsessed with the power of the blue sea tide song. I hope you can find your own way and find the most suitable song for your mood, so that you can exert your power to the extreme. ”

Huang Yaoshi is right, the Bihai Chaosheng Song is Huang Yaoshi's sigh on the island for ten years after the death of his wife Feng Heng, the song is sad and sad, gloomy and sad, and Zhao Lang's original intention to seek absolute freedom and freedom in the world is far from Zhao Lang's original intention.

The blue sea tide is not suitable for Zhao Lang.

On the contrary, this song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" seems to be tailor-made for Zhao Lang.

"Sir, Zhao also knows a little bit about Xiao Yi," Zhao Lang smiled slightly, and took off the jasper flute around his waist, "I don't know if I can be lucky enough to play a song with Mr.?"