It wasn't long before he walked out, and a person stood in front of Feng Ming, blocking them, he was also dressed in white, similar to Feng Ming, but he was older. (Chung An Age: 27)

Feng Ming stopped, there was no murderous aura in this person's eyes, and at the same time gave people a strange feeling.

"Zhong'an?"

He spoke softly, just standing here gave people a comfortable feeling, in the Pingshui Pavilion, I'm afraid it was only him.

"Mr. Fengming. He stepped forward and saluted Feng Ming, and then walked to Xin'er's side to salute.

Feng Ming was silent, according to this situation, did Xin'er know him, or did he know Xin'er?

The man got up and walked to a place, Xin'er followed with a step, Feng Ming didn't say anything and followed the same, if they were acquaintances, it was really good.

After walking for a quarter of an hour or so, Feng Ming and the others arrived in front of a large attic, and they knew that this was the main hall without thinking about it.

Walking into it, the inside really gives people a unique feeling of the cave, compared with the golden splendor outside, it is more natural, quiet, and the heart calms down when you look at it from a distance.

"This is where I play on a daily basis, and only by being close to nature can I play the ideal music. “

Feng Ming was very calm, and sat down casually in one place, and so did Xin'er and the others.

The man looked around and nodded slightly, and then his big sleeves turned into shape with a wave of internal force, completely closing the main hall.

Feng Ming was very calm, if this person wanted to harm them, it was to find death, and he could kill him within a single look.

Zhong An is not such a stupid person, he closed the door and thought there was some other reason.

Sure enough, he strode to Xin'er's side, saluted again, and said, "Princess Fangcai's song "High Mountain" is really good, and it is a little more affectionate than in the past. “

Princess...... Everyone instantly understood that Zhong An was actually from the Land of Wind.

After a while, Xin'er got up, helped him up, and then sat down again.

A smile appeared on her face, and she said softly, "At first, I was thinking about who would be able to play "High Mountain", but I never thought that I would be a teacher. “

Feng Ming looked at Xin'er, he was a little puzzled, and naturally he wanted to know the specifics.

Xin'er got up and walked in front of Feng Ming, and said with a smile, "My Wind Country is quite famous in music, and the teacher is the first person in my Wind Country to play, and my attainments in piano art are also taught by him." “

Feng Ming nodded, it is a great blessing to meet an old acquaintance in a foreign country, not to mention the teacher in life.

He sighed slightly, saying that all of his own was taught by Mo Meng, and she was also his own teacher, but why...... Why did she still die, why did she die under his sword?

Xin'er noticed Feng Ming and frowned, she was slightly sluggish, did she say something that made her husband sentimental?

She's very smart, and the only one who can make her husband sad is probably Mo Meng, but she never mentioned her...

Confused, puzzled, simply don't think about it.

She sat down opposite Feng Ming, then looked at the teacher and said, "Zhong'an... Teacher. “

She looked at Zhong An, as if asking his opinion, because his name was not Zhong An, and why did he change his name and surname to Xidan?

Zhong An was very calm, he sat down, poured a glass of wine, and said, "The princess just call me Zhong An, I don't want to mention the previous ones, it is enough to be able to live the rest of my life in Xidan peacefully." “

Xin'er doesn't say anything anymore, live the rest of her life in peace? Stability is what everyone desires, this is the most basic right, but now Xidan is in danger, where can we talk about stability?

She sighed slightly, "The teacher quietly left the Land of Wind, is there any sad past? “

Zhong An was silent, he took out a guzheng from the side, and then slowly hooked the strings. The sound of the piano is far away, constantly echoing in the main hall.

He just randomly hooked a few strings and quickly stopped.

Xin'er was silent, she didn't know what to say, the teacher's piano sound was still so good, but why did it suddenly stop again?

She got up and looked at the zither, and after a moment, her eyes were stunned, there were only five strings of the zither! It turned out to be a broken guzheng, and naturally it could not play a moving music.

Zhong An sighed slightly, and everyone stroked the qin and told him about his past......

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