"Bang!" The last sound of the piano sound was that Master Pan broke the strings. At this time, he was covered in water, and his hands were still bent and stiff, playing the piano.

Mu Ran was stunned for a while before he realized that the strings were broken.

Master Pan suddenly stood up and raised his head, but couldn't see the girl above him.

In his opinion, water was small, and Jiao Liuqin was in trouble. Jiao Liuqin was like a son on weekdays. At this moment, Mr. Pan looked around, looking for a guy, as if he wanted to go to work hard. When he calmed down a little, he couldn't find a guy who was fighting hard. He walked out of the desk and stared at the girl who had just gotten up from the ground.

The girl was Wen'er. At this time, she was so angry that she was thrown away. She looked aggrieved and bit her lower lip with teeth, like a child who did something wrong, and even her body was almost shrunk into a ball.

After being watched by so many people, Wen'er lowered her head and apologized: "It was not intentional..."

"Who is the servant?" Mr. Pan pointed at him angrily, "Call out your master!"

Wen'er was even more panicked when she heard the angry old man in front of her mentioning "master". She stretched out her hands and waved her hands, almost crying, saying, "It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with the young master. Old gentleman, you punish me... I, I, I, just come out to make a basin of water and go back to wash the young master's feet..."

After the girl said that, no matter whether it was related or not, they were all smirking.

The Qinhui is so solemn and quiet place, which disturbed the Qinyi master Pan Fuzi, who played the Qinyi, was a little maid, or used a basin of foot washing water. Daya encountered the vulgarity, and the scene was so wonderful. Someone who was accustomed to the funeral thought: "At least it was a basin of clean water. If you washed your feet, things would be lively."

At this time, Master Pan was completely angry, and he forgot to think about how there would be irrelevant people waiting upstairs for this piano, and he could call a little maid out to get foot washing water. He thought all of his thoughts that there must be someone making trouble today. First, the official said that someone was sleeping sound. Just now, someone disturbed him playing the piano with an inexplicable sound, and then he found a little girl to sweep his face.

Although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, it is not uncommon for various schools of the Wei Dynasty to compete and smash each other. Master Pan naturally thought that today's affairs were related to the fact that the school was competing against each other. This is to see that the Hedong school was so famous that it was causing trouble.

Master Pan pointed to the girl and shouted: "You are a worm, how can you be qualified to talk to Master? I asked you to come out!"

Master Pan became a little angry and spoke louder. He didn't care whether he was gentle or not. Although Wen'er was a maid in the Eastern Palace, she had Han Jian's support behind her and had never been scolded like this. When Master Pan scolded her, she cried, "Wow!" and wiped her tears and turned around and pushed open the door and went in.

Everyone thought, is this a private escape, or go in and invite reinforcements?

Before everyone's thoughts were broken, they heard a voice shouting loudly: "It's outrageous!" Then they heard the door of the room be kicked open with a "bang!" A young man who was dressed in disheveled and even had no shoes and socks rushed out with his long sword.

Although this person is young, he looks fierce and stands in front of the door and looks around. The person who is swept by his eyes will naturally force his eyes. This momentum is something that even those who are used to seeing the scene feel awesome.

"Who is it?" The young man shouted. It was Han Jian who heard Wen'er being bullied and came out to seek justice for Wen'er.

Han Jian was playing the guitar in the room, but who knew that the piano sound was in conflict with his guitar sound, so he didn't have the heart to play it. He was a little tired when he visited Luoyang City in the afternoon, so he wanted to sleep early. Wen'er went out to get a basin of water and came back to wash his feet, which was very natural. Who knew that Wen'er had been there not long ago, and she cried and said she was bullied.

"The old man looked so fierce in cursing... He said that I was a worm, young master, what is an worm?"

"The insect is the insect..."

Han Jian had no time to explain to Wen'er, so he rushed out with a sword. He wanted to see who dared to make trouble in Cuiyanglou. Wen'er was well-behaved and charming, and served him with all his heart. Han Jian had long regarded her as a little sister. Outsiders bullied Wen'er, and he felt that if he didn't show up, he would become a coward.

Han Jian was angry and looked around and caught Master Pan who was covered in water. Seeing Master Pan's appearance as a rooster who had just been fished out of the water, Han Jian couldn't help but curl his lips and smiled. He began to understand why Master Pan was angry with a little maid.

He almost didn't recognize the miserable situation when he was poured into a basin of water. This is the famous Hedong scholar sitting upright in the temple today.

"Oh! Master Pan? If you don't go to the public, why do you come to the territory of Cuiyang Tower and take a cold bath?" Han Jian said in a sarcastic tone while smiling.

Master Pan was completely angry when he saw Han Jian. When he saw that it was the young man who was sleeping while speaking in the Taoist temple, he was a little more angry and wondered, where did the young man come from, making trouble again and again?

"Who?"

"You scolded my Wen'er, apologize to her!"

"What? Let Master apologize to a little girl..."

Master Pan and Han Jian argued about who should apologize. The sound of this sound woke up a girl who was sleeping with her head down. The girl rubbed her eyes and found that the piano sound had stopped. The old master who was playing the piano was covered in water and was arguing with a young man upstairs, which was very fierce.

"What happened to this sister?" the girl turned her head and asked Yang Ronger.

Yang Ronger glanced at the girl and frowned again. She had found that the girl was sitting next to her and sleeping with her head down. There were many strange things every day as today. She just heard that during the day, Mr. Pan said that someone was sleeping, but she ran into a piano meeting at night.

She thought to herself, since she came to listen to Mr. Pan’s piano meeting with invitations, that is, people who have a hobby of piano art, how can people who have a hobby fall asleep on this occasion?

"Something happened." In order to be polite, Yang Ronger did not wake up the girl before, and now she has not spoken out for criticism.

"Oh." The girl nodded, stretched, looking very tired.

Han Jian and Mr. Pan seem to be from different worlds. They can’t even argue with each other. They talk about the big truths, but Han Jian can’t find any words to curse.

"I don't care about you!" In the end, Master Pan looked like a triumphant man, with a proud look on his face.

"You old man, if you don't care about me, I will still care about you!" Han Jian shouted, "Wen'er, take out my piano, I'm in great interest today, just play a song here!"

The audience downstairs were filled with noises, and some of them were applauding, thinking that Han Jian had the courage to play with Mr. Pan at the piano meeting. How courage did he be? However, more people just started to make fun of him, and they didn't think Han Jian's piano skills would be superb.

Everyone saw the girl who had been scolded by Master Pan before, carrying a large gourd-shaped object out, and then moved out a chair. The young man held the "qin" and sat on the chair, and then started playing randomly.

Master Pan was not willing to let it go, so he returned to the desk and started playing.

The two kinds of piano music were immediately noisy. Maybe they had their own tunes, but when they were mixed together, no matter how good the tune was, they were playing miscellaneously. In addition, the two of them were fighting spirits. The fighting piano was not about who had a skillful technique, but about who had a louder sound. At the back, everyone covered their ears, which could not be called enjoyment, but a torment.

"Your uncle, I can't stand it anymore!" In the end, Han Jian himself couldn't stand this unpleasant sound and threw the guitar to the ground.

"Well!" The guitar was smashed.

Master Pan also stopped his fingers, gasping for a while, as if he had just started some intense activity.

"You can do it?" Master Pan picked up Jiao Liuqin and fell to the ground like Han Jian. The strings were broken, and even the string columns fell.

"Wow!" The audience was amazed. No one knew Han Jian's piano, and even the sound was strange. It would be smashed if it was smashed. Those present would not feel distressed. But Mr. Pan's piano, He Wenzi's Jiao Liuqin, and the famous piano, just smashed it like this?

Even Yang Ronger felt a pity for this.

But the girl upstairs was holding the broken "strange piano" and looked sad. Others thought that this should be because the victim was deeply in love, and no matter how bad the master's things were, they were good. Others didn't know that Wen'er had heard Han Jian play the guitar since she was a child, and this guitar brought her many beautiful memories in her childhood.

Han Jian and Mr. Pan's piano battle seemed to end with both defeats, but Han Jian suddenly had a strange smile on his face. Then he took out a small thing from his arms and said with a smile: "Old man, now you have smashed the piano, but you still have the ability to play the stringless zither?"

When hearing the "stringless zither", many people present became interested. People who understand the piano have more or less heard of the allusion of "stringless zither". It is said that they are the highest-level piano skills and can play wonderful piano sounds on the stringless zither. More people think that this is just an imaginary and sustenance, and the stringless zither itself does not exist.

But I saw the young man upstairs put the things in his hand in front of his mouth and blew it gently, but a tone similar to the sound of the piano came out.

"No stringed lyre?"
Chapter completed!