The piano is Qu Yang's Jiaowei qin, Xiao is Zhao Lang's jasper flute, this is the code code for the two to meet, seeing this sign, Zhao Lang knows that Qu Yang's grandfather and grandson have arrived in Hengyang.

Now that there are only seven or eight days left before the Golden Basin Handwashing Conference, it is time to start planning, thinking of this, Zhao Lang bowed his hand to Yue Buqun and said goodbye.

Yue Buqun nodded slightly, he had already heard Zhao Lang tell him about his plan, and at this time, he naturally understood and generously bid farewell to Zhao Lang.

On the contrary, Yue Lingshan was quite reluctant, and begged Zhao Lang to stay several times. I don't know if I want to extort a few more swordsmanship and martial arts, or I am addicted to listening to Zhao Lang tell the stories of "Journey to the West" and "Dragon Babu" that I have never heard, and I am reluctant to let this "storyteller" with a story.

However, the stakes were high, Zhao Lang still said goodbye to the people in Huashan and went to meet with Qu Yang. In an inn marked for termination, Zhao Lang saw Qu Yang, informed him of his strategy, and teased Qu Feiyan for a while, then carried a stick to the street and walked down the road.

In his bones, Zhao Lang still likes to join in the fun, the golden basin handwashing conference, Liu Zhengfeng, the second-in-command of the Hengshan faction, withdrew from the rivers and lakes, this news is too wide, attracting the most people's attention, during this time, the city of Hengyang is full of people, and the streets are full of people in the rivers and lakes with swords on their backs.

At this time, dragons and snakes are mixed, master rookies are clustered in the east and west, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, go out for a walk, maybe you will meet some interesting people, well, it should feel very good.

By the way, you can also help your "stupid apprentice" to inquire about the news of the Qingcheng faction, after all, Lin Pingzhi's parents are still holding it in Yu Canghai's hands! Zhao Lang's Haikou has already boasted in front of Lin Pingzhi, and he wants to protect the lives of Lin Zhennan and his wife. If Lin Zhennan and his wife were done by Yu Canghai. Where does Zhao Lang still have the face to be this master?

Walk down the street. Zhao Lang wandered around the west, doing whatever he wanted, not to mention, this Ming Dynasty street market has a different flavor compared with the Song Dynasty. Zhao Lang wandered around, thinking that maybe he would have the opportunity to return to modern times in the future, and he could write a book of "Ancient Folk Market". At some point, the net is a god!

Zhao Lang was thinking wildly in his heart, and suddenly bumped into a pink shadow head-on.

Touch!

Zhao Lang was already relaxed when he was wandering, but he was distracted before, and the next plate was unstable for a while, and he was pounced on by the shadow and pressed to the ground.

The fresh smell like a gardenia poured into his nose, the green silk was chaotic, and it was provocative, Zhao Lang widened his glasses and stared straight at this "enthusiastic and unrestrained". The girl who "pushed@down" herself on the street was at a loss for a while. I was stunned.

With a slender pink neck like jade, a delicate and white face, an innocent and panicked expression, pure and flawless eyes like amber agate, as if the wisdom of heaven and earth has been transformed, and it is not stained with dust and smoke, this is a girl who makes people feel pity at a glance.

"Right...... I'm sorry!" The little girl knocked down Zhao Lang, very sorry, quickly stood up and folded her hands, bowed and apologized constantly, and her voice stuttered because of nervousness.

At this time, Zhao Lang discovered that the pink clothes worn by this little girl turned out to be a set of nuns' clothes. The background of Xiaoao Jianghu is in the Ming Dynasty, and there are pink nun clothes in this era.

"Are you ......" Zhao Lang was about to ask, but the little nun seemed to remember something, and glanced back, with a panicked expression on her face.

"I'm so sorry, donor, I ...... I ......"

The little nun seemed to be in a hurry, but the more anxious she was, the more unclear she became.

Zhao Lang smiled and nodded, and said, "Little master, don't be surprised, it's Zhao who is distracted, if there is something urgent, you can go!"

"Thank you!" the little nun bowed vigorously and ran to the side, as if to avoid something terrible.

Zhao Lang smiled and shook his head, he didn't know which little nun ran out of the nunnery, she looked so beautiful, and she looked like she was natural and harmless, and she didn't know anything, so she almost wrote on her face with the words "People are beautiful and have poor martial arts, and those who don't beat my mind are stupid".

It's still good for such a little nun to be kept in captivity in a nunnery, but if you want her to run to the rivers and lakes, tsk, it is estimated that she will have to suffer!

Sure enough, Zhao Lang's prediction was not wrong, and the little nun ran only a dozen meters away before she had an accident.

A man dressed in gray and carrying a short knife on his back jumped out of the crowd, grabbed the little nun's shoulder, lifted it lightly, and flew into the inn on the street with the little nun.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Lang's face instantly became extremely strange, because he knew that man, who was dressed in gray and had a short knife, outstanding skills, a handsome face, and narrowed eyes, who else could this be Tian Boguang?

And this scene, there is a sense of immediacy like a god!

Zhao Lang raised his head and looked at the big words on the plaque of the inn.

"Damn!

Nima, isn't this the time when Linghu Chong sat on Doutian Boguang and the flower thief apprenticed to the little nun?

Co-authored the little nun just now, it was Yilin, and the current situation is that Tian Boguang is entangled with Yilin, and he has collided with the plot!

It's no wonder that Zhao Lang didn't react for a while, after all, in many versions of Xiaoao Jianghu, Yilin is a bald and gray-robed little nun, and this is a new version of Xiaoaoli's cute girl with long hair in pink clothes, and anyone who catches it will have a short circuit in their heads.

"I didn't expect that the butterfly effect hadn't affected the encounter between Teacher Tian and Yilin's little nun," Zhao Lang thought thoughtfully, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Interesting, interesting, I don't know if Ling Hu Chong will also run over after a while!"

Although Zhao Lang has watched this plot no less than five times in various versions, how can the TV series and the live-action version be compared!

Thinking of the scene when Tian Boguang, who was talking to himself in the grove and evaluating his low level of picking flowers, fell under Yilin's skirt and obediently called Master, the little devil in Zhao Lang's heart was quite excited.

asked what the world was like, but one thing descended from one thing, the flower thief who had been in love for half his life, but because he fell in love with a little nun, he was cut off by the little nun's father, and he really ran to be a monk, and he had no idea of revenge at all.

This plot, haha, super bloody and super energetic!

Thinking of this, the raging gossip brought by Zhao Lang from later generations suddenly ignited, followed Tian Boguang, and walked into Huiyan Tower.

What Zhao Lang didn't expect was that on the first floor of Huiyan Tower, he saw a strange, but very familiar person.

said that it was strange because he had never seen this person, and because he said that it was familiar, because although he had never met him, the impression he left on Zhao Lang was very profound, and his own image was very different from ordinary people.

It was an old man who played the huqin, with a long beard, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the lines on his forehead were deep, like an old tree, engraved with the rings of time. He looked very old, and the hand holding the huqin was like dead wood, without the slightest luster of life, but it was extremely stable, holding the qin and pulling the strings, without shaking at all

However, what attracted Zhao Lang's attention was not his appearance, but the sound of his piano and the sadness expressed in his huqin.

The literati are light, the musicians know each other, in this whole Huiyan Tower, maybe only Zhao Lang can really understand the sadness and melancholy contained in this Huqin song.

has such attainments behind him on the huqin, and the music he plays is as melancholy and sad, as if he has no love in life, and there is only one person left in the rivers and lakes.

The head of the Hengshan faction, Xiaoxiang night rain, Mr. Mo Da!(To be continued......)