"Xiao Sheng" Shen Yixian smiled slightly, raised the purple jade flute to his mouth, and played it gently. A melodious piece of music floated out, the sound of the flute was clear, high and low, like resentment and envy, such as crying and complaining. The moment the sound of the flute sounded, it was like the rising moon and the spring flowers blooming. The entire hall of the Restoration Temple seems to be shrouded in tranquility and serenity.

There is peace on and off the stage, many people in the rivers and lakes have a rude personality, fighting and killing all day long, although they also frequently go in and out of the field of dogs and horses, but music is dispensable for them, playing the piano to the cow. There are also relatively elegant martial artists, who more or less know some books, pianos, chess and paintings. Su Yinghan, who is like "Jiangnan Flower Palace", likes beautiful music. Shaolin Wudang Emei and other factions have bells and drums every morning and dusk, chanting poems and chanting scriptures, and they are no strangers to music. Shen Yixian played the sound of the flute, which was intoxicating, and passed through everyone's heart.

When the sound of the flute gets higher, the sound pierces the clouds and the sky, full of passion. The sound of the flute seemed to be sandwiched with the breath of broken bamboo, like a long horn coming from the sky, suppressing the spear pointing to the sky, and countless cold blades combined into a huge arrow that moved the heavens and the earth, tearing through the air, making people's hearts surging and reverberating. When the sound of the flute was extremely low, after a few circles, it was then low again, and although it was extremely low and thin, each syllable was still clearly audible. This tragic piece of music seems to describe the war, the endless war, and the life and death of his family in the midst of displacement. It's really a long sigh, full of helplessness and heartache. The bleak feeling made everyone depressed and full of thoughts.

The sound of the flute gradually became high-pitched and melodious, and the rhythm spread in people's ears, like the waves advancing layer by layer, like snowflakes flying, like a whirlwind in a canyon. All the quietest times, the most brilliant wind and frost, or the first appearance, are slowly flowing. The sound of the flute is like a complaint, it is a person who has been in the sea. After thousands of sails, I watched the years without shock, and my heart was clear. What rivers and lakes disputes, fame and fortune are fleeting, it is the time when you are separated by the sea, precipitating all the magnificent waves, accompanied by the day, riding the wind.

The sound of the flute at the end is so beautiful, so beautiful, and so desirable. The notes pluck the nerves one by one, making people tremble because of each note. All of them inspire people's hearts to be calm and flexible. Many people's eyes are full of tears, and there are too many complex emotional factors in tears, such as bitterness, surprise, complaint, or endless sentimentality.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

The whole hall was still silent, and only the sound of flags and insects and birds could be heard in the distance.

Suddenly, a thunderous burst of applause rang out in the sky.

In just a few minutes of music, "Xiao Sheng" can turn the feelings of life's joys, sorrows and sorrows into musical tension, and carry everyone's thoughts to roam the entire spiritual world with its infinite wings. Listening carefully, a deep but floating feeling played by the jade flute lingers and echoes in people's ears. It seems that the hustle and bustle of Qiē has been far away, and only the sound of heaven remains.

Ming Chengzu Zhu Di walked out of the music, looked at Shen Yixian for a long time with half-squinted eyes, and suddenly asked, "What kind of music score is Aiqing playing?" I've never heard of it, I've never seen it. ”

Shen Yixian replied: "This is a song created by the minister himself, called nostalgia." ”

"Homesickness?" Zhu Di nodded softly: "The appropriate name, after Aiqing's moving performance." It is an indictment, the best expression of oppression, of harm, of misfortune and inequality. It expresses people's unyielding destiny and yearning for peace and freedom. It touches people's souls. I will ask the musicians in the palace to learn from Shen Aiqing how to compose and perform. Of course, if Shen Aiqing is willing, the door of the palace will be open to you at any time. ”

Ming Chengzu Zhu Di was sincere when he said this, and Shen Yixian's suave and superb acting skills impressed him. The transformation of hatred into liking is only a matter of moments. Such talents are not needed and killed in vain. It's just a waste. If Shen Yixian kowtows to thank him at this moment, Zhu Di's grievances and hatred with him will be written off. "Xiao Sheng" will be on the rise, and the future is bright.

All the people in the audience set their eyes on the "Xiao Sheng" Shen Yixian, and the words of Ming Chengzu Zhu Di are holy decrees, a promise of a thousand gold. There are not many opportunities to get the emperor's favor, and if you miss it, you will regret it for life. Many people are envious and jealous, how can they not have such an honor. More people are staring closely at "Xiao Sheng" to see what he will say.

"Xiao Sheng" Shen Yixian smiled slightly, Zhu Di's words were indeed very tempting and sincere, and there was no element of deception in them. But the emperor's meaning is also very clear, if you agree to come down today, I can absolve you of all your crimes, but only for you. Zhu Di did not intend to let go of everyone in the "Huashan Black Dragon". also includes his most beloved lover "Glacier Saintess" Ou Hanbing. This temptation becomes empty and meaningless. Shen Yixian said to Zhu Di: "The minister is grateful for the trust of the saint, but the minister is just a mountain village man, who likes to wander between the jade green mountains and clear waters, and lives a comfortable life of only admiring mandarin ducks and not immortals." The court is not for me. Therefore, the minister could not agree. ”

Zhu Di's face immediately became gloomy, and Shen Yixian's answer was beyond his expectations, and it also made him very angry, because any word of the emperor is law, and a sentence is up to 10,000 sentences, and the courtiers only have to obey. No one had ever dared to openly contradict him in front of so many people. Zhu Di squinted his eyes and looked at Shen Yixian, looking at Ou Lingtian, the king of Huashan who had been silent, who was expressionless, but he could see the excitement and joy in his heart. The loyalty of "Xiao Sheng" made Ming Chengzu feel lost and angry. It became a reason for him to pursue Shen Yixian to the end in the future and never forgive. This anger was also transferred to the "Glacier Saintess" Ou Hanbing, everyone who was connected with the "Xiao Saint" also had a share, how many years did the war between them last, and it didn't end until Ming Chengzu died, that's a story for a later story.

Shen Yixian's answer made everyone present sweat for him, but fortunately, the emperor didn't want to pursue it now. The Wudang Mountain Martial Arts Championship experienced a small episode, and the strong fighting color was once again displayed. The final duel will begin, with Cen Fenghan, the "Stick God" who has defeated countless opponents, and Shen Yixian, the "Xiao Sheng" who has just come to power, on the other.

Cen Fenghan was also moved by Shen Yixian's flute sound, especially the purple jade flute played to the climax, the "Qianyuan stick" in his hand jumped violently, and the rhythm of the jade flute, the "Qianyuan stick" emitted a slight red light, others couldn't see it, Cen Fenghan felt it, when the Xiao Sheng was low, the "Qianyuan stick" regained calm, and the red light dissipated, but the violent disgust in the stick body did not disappear, but became more intense. Let the "stick god" secretly surprised.

The great eunuch Liu Jing stood up, and Liu Jing said: "Shen Yixian, listen well, if you defeat Cen Fenghan, you will be the overlord of the Wudang Mountain Martial Arts Competition." But the swords and guns on the field are ruthless, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, you are so self-sufficient. Now I announce the start of the competition. ”

Immediately, the hearts of the crowd were excited, and the final that the Jianghu people were looking forward to was unfolded between two young people, one tiger was vigorous, and the other was in the wind. One is holding a "Qianyuan stick", the other is holding a purple jade flute, although the two weapons are disproportionate, but the ruler is short, the inch is long, and the two are comparing their respective martial arts.

"Stick God" Cen Fenghan slowly raised the "Qianyuan Stick" and said: "Shen Gongzi, the sword and gun are ruthless, I made a move." ”

Shen Yixian nodded and replied, "Cen Gongzi is a hero, I will be more careful, come on." ”

Cen Fenghan didn't want to waste time, the "Qianyuan Stick" in his hand turned into a fan-shaped face, without stirring up the slightest air flow, and swept towards Shen Yixian silently. "Xiao Sheng" was not in a hurry, just lightly touched the ground, and disappeared out of thin air, and the "Qianyuan Stick" actually swept away, and when the "Stick God" retreated, Shen Yixian's figure appeared five steps away. It's just that at the moment when Cen Fenghan was stunned, a purple-red luster shot out from the purple jade flute, and before Cen Fenghan could fight back with a stick, that touch of crimson had already arrived in front of him.

Cen Fenghan was taken aback, the speed of the other party was so fast, like lightning and thunder, Ziyu Xiao held three Xiao flowers in the air, and the momentum was like a fierce tiger in the mountains, and the tip of the Xiao stabbed straight to the center of his eyebrows. The strange and sharp moves of "Xiao Sheng" made Cen Fenghan feel extremely frightened, and the purple light in the sky was like continuous lightning in that rainy night, and it seemed to be a violent thunder, which was terrifying.

The "Qianyuan Stick" in the hand of the "Stick God" Cen Fenghan raised his chest flat, and the momentum like a raging wave quickly condensed, dancing out of the pear rain in the sky, preventing Shen Yixian's attack, and the two bodies were staggered, bringing gusts of wind. The tower-like body of the "Stick God" was also slightly shocked. I felt that the strength of the opponent was not inferior to my own, and even better than the "Iron Mask" Lin Mi.

The two were just a round of fighting, and they were already shocking, and their superb martial arts and superb skills made the martial arts people look different and stunned. Even Ming Chengzu Zhu Di was secretly surprised, how many soldiers like "Xiao Sheng" Shen Yixian gathered under the King of Huashan, who could fight well, no wonder when it came to Ou Lingtian, the king of Huashan, the Ming army talked about the tiger's color change.

"Stick God" Cen Fenghan took a deep breath, clenched the handle of the stick, and suddenly felt a wave of heat slowly spread from the "Qianyuan Stick" to his body, and his whole body was suddenly full of strength and confidence. With a loud roar, the figure rushed out with a violent rotation in front of him, and the "Qianyuan Stick" smashed down his head and face, as if a violent wind was falling from the sky, bursting out of circles and circles of red light, enveloping Shen Yixian under his stick.

"Xiao Sheng" Shen Yixian turned clumsiness, the purple jade flute was split, and everyone only saw two cold lights, one red and one purple, colliding in an instant. The sparks splashed everywhere, making a loud noise, and both of them had the strength of a thousand catties, and all the people present were numb and dumbfounded.

After the flash, both took a few steps back, but neither was scathed. (To be continued......)