Volume Three, Yinjiang, Chapter Sixty-Four, Full of Sounds
"Let's talk about the fact that the black general kicked his eyes and became so angry that the Linghu demon girl was so frightened that she kept retreating!"
Everyone was shocked by these passionate words. They all slapped the table and shouted: "Okay!"
"I saw General Xiao Hei wearing a silver pendant, holding a curved bow, pointing high at the blue sky and white sun, with the bright universe at his feet! What did he say? I heard the general shout: 'Yu is a disciple of General Kong, a descendant of the loyal queen! How can I tolerate you, a witch?
Bandits are coming to fight with this general!'"
In the teahouse, the waiters and waiters who were resting and begging for water all lost their minds after listening to it. They put down their work one after another, clapped their hands and shouted: "That's right!"
The Qu'er man lost his mind while talking about this, spitting all over the place, and simply stepped on the high stool: "Guess what happened, gentlemen? The female goblin from Lirong Mountain was trembling all over after being shouted at by the black general.
——Ouch! I was shaking like a chicken laying eggs, and panicking like a dog wagging its tail! I sat down on the ground with a bang, and I couldn’t even get up!"
"Hahaha——" The whole room laughed so loudly that it almost overturned the roof. Ziqin and Qingqing found a free seat by the window and sat down. Before the tea had cooled down, they heard the sound of strings, and suddenly
The opera singer wearing a long gown poured a large gulp of tea from the pot, opened the paper fan, and was stunned, immediately winning applause from the entire hall.
Qingqing saw that the master's hand holding the tea cup was controlling its strength. If he applied even the slightest amount of force, the large porcelain tea bowl would turn into powder with no trace of smoke left in an instant.
On the other hand, Qing Qing himself listened with great interest, and even smiled slightly when he heard that General Na An "kicked his eyes and became furious".
The applause stopped for a while, and the singer's robe was rolled up, and he walked upstream from the stage to the guests. "We old ladies and gentlemen, we have just finished the ceremony. Today, I would like to ask you to show your noble hand and give me money. Let's
I wish you a prosperous family!" When he said this, the man's eyes were half-squinted, and the folding fan in his hand unfolded with a "squeak", and a gust of cool breeze was sent to the table of the guests in front of him.
Perhaps they were amused by the friendliness of the person who said Qu'er. People touched their pockets one after another, and more or less threw silver coins into the piano box that the person was holding.
People came to the table of the master and the apprentice.
Ziqin turned her head, and a cold light flashed through her eyes.
Although the person who said Qu'er didn't know the reason, he had been traveling around with Po Xian'er for most of his life and had met all kinds of guests, so he didn't have any strange look on his face. He just bowed his waist deeper and said, "Miss Young Master, what's the matter?
The place is not to your liking?"
Qingqing smiled brightly and asked calmly: "May I ask, old man, where did you hear this story?"
"Ha--where do you need to hear this from?" The music-speaker suddenly forced out a kind smile, "Ever since our heroic heroes from Nanlin West Lake have scared the demons on Lirong Mountain to death.
How dare you, these heroic stories should not be passed down from generation to generation! Ever since we common people knew that the ghosts on Lirong Mountain were so frightened that they did not even dare to go down the mountain, and even spontaneously went to pay homage to the grave of Master Wen in West Lake!"
"Please pay homage to Master Nian Wen?"
"Yes! The leader of West Lake, Wen Xianwen, sacrificed his life so generously that the food, drink and wild flowers in front of the temple almost reached the sky!"
"So that's it." Qing Qing smiled calmly and nodded, "We didn't bring much money, so we just thanked the old man for this." After that, he took out a sunspot from his sleeve and dropped it with a "ding".
In the piano box in Querren's hand.
The man heard a crisp "ding" sound and knew it was unusual, so he hurriedly took it out to take a look. Under the sun, he saw that the black chess piece was as small as a fingertip, but it glowed with a faint dark green color. He hurriedly faced the master and apprentice.
The two of them bowed and bowed: "Hey! Let me thank you two for your generosity!"
The singer's face was full of joy, and the corner of his mouth was grinning almost to the base of his ears. He raised his feet and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw two people in front of him. One was carrying a piano and the other was carrying a flute. They turned back quietly. "Miss Gongzi, look.
Are you also a wealthy family who likes to listen to music?"
Ziqin and Qingqing looked at each other without answering.
"We don't have any other intentions." The Qu'er man leaned down and came to the table, "One look at these chess pieces, I know that you two are distinguished guests... You might as well let our family lead you to see them.
How about meeting the master above me?"
Ziqin sneered: "I wonder who your master is?"
"Don't dare!" The man waved his hands and said, "My master doesn't allow us to brag about the name of his ancestors outside. It's just that he is now recruiting music players from all over the world, hoping to find hundreds of masters to gather together to discuss something.
A major event related to Jianghu’s ‘Four Eight Tones’!”
"What's the big deal?"
"Otherwise, I told you to go and meet our master!" Said Qu'er pretended to slap himself in the face, "Our family is stupid and can't understand what we hear or speak clearly. I know you two
You are a knowledgeable person! Why don't you have some time and let the master talk to you personally?"
As if she suddenly became interested, Ziqin raised the corners of her mouth and softened her expression: "That's alright. When will your master be free?"
"Dignified guests come from far away, and of course they can come anytime and anywhere!" This man, who already had a pleasant look on his face, was even more beaming now, "Then our house will be waiting for you outside!"
Seeing the man holding the string box and walking out of the teahouse alone and hunched over, Qingqing couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Master, do you really want to meet this person?"
Ziqin nodded: "What I saw just now is just a man from the world who plays strings and talks about music and walks around the streets. To be brave enough to gather in such a busy place, there must be an expert behind him to give guidance and help." After hearing this,
Qing Qing also held up the tea bowl: "It would be nice to meet you. Just say that I have never known about the utensils that this man was holding in his arms just now."
As soon as he went out after talking, the man who said Quer just now came up to him. Qingqing was still curious and asked: "Old man, what are you holding in your arms?"
"Hi!" Unexpectedly, the man suppressed his smile and lowered his head slightly, "It's just a broken string. Two of the shafts were broken, so it can barely be played. We make a living from this guy. He can only play with it a few times.
Not bad!" After saying this, he suddenly patted his head and immediately returned to his smiling appearance: "Miss, you'd better listen to our master's music! When the master plays the flute, even the birds will be stunned.
Fall to the ground!"
"Your master can play the flute?" Ziqin couldn't help but interject, "Then he is from the Northern Desert?"
"That's right." The Quer man nodded in agreement, and after a while, he led the two of them into a remote corner. Qing Qing looked around and realized that this place was not as lively and prosperous as before.
There were also traces of people, but their eyes were dull and they moved forward in a hurry. When they got to the end, not even half a person could be seen.
When the three of them entered the depths of an alley, they heard someone from Shuoqu'er knocking at the door: "Aunt Zhou, open the door!"
It was quiet inside for a while, and then a slight rustling sound was heard. It seemed that a woman stepped on her shoes and walked to the door: "Come on, come on, please slow down and shout!" It sounded like a businessman.
The unusual movements made Qingqing suddenly suspicious: "Are there really experts hiding in these streets who want to unite various factions?"
The woman opened the door. She seemed to be older than the man who was telling the song, but she had the same friendly and kind smile, as if she had been polished in the same mold. As soon as the master and apprentice stepped across the threshold, they raised their eyes.
, was jumped almost at the same time——
Standing in the inner courtyard of the gate is a stone statue nearly ten feet high, with three heads and four arms, exactly the same as the one seen in the Liusha Temple in the Northern Desert.
There was a big fire burning in front of the stone statue. When we entered the courtyard, we could see people lying around everywhere. When the poet and the old woman entered the center of the courtyard, they seemed to have forgotten all about the guests they had brought in.
They patted the soil on the ground and each found a clean place to lie down.
Half a stick of incense was not available, and the sound of snoring was like thunder, one after another in the courtyard.
Qingqing pulled the master's sleeve, and Ziqin took Qingqing's hand. The master and apprentice turned around and walked out. Suddenly, they heard a long yawn from behind the stone statue:
"The bitter clouds are directionless, and I sigh for the fireflies that are missing their traces. My heart goes with the water, and I play the flute when it rains... Who will wake me up from my dream?"
It was too late, but it was too soon. Ziqin and Qingqing rushed to the left and right behind the grinning stone statue. They saw a dark figure covered in a large robe, with his mouth wide open, ready to turn over.
body.
As soon as he opened his eyes, two figures in green almost hit his acupuncture points on both sides at the same time.
The man in black robe was so frightened that he wanted to jump up, but unfortunately his acupuncture points were tightly locked. He only heard a cry of "hiss" and slammed into the ground. This man's face was covered by a mask. Qingqing did not avoid him at all, and directly hit him
The mask was pulled off.
However, he usually had a broad face and short nose, so the master and apprentice exchanged glances: He was not Mo Lingfeng.
Qingqing put the mask back on the tip of the black-robed weirdo's nose and squatted in front of him: "Senior, I'm sorry to bother you."
The man in black robe was still panting, but his hands were busy: "It doesn't matter, the one who can be brought here by the brothers is the brother of the brother. The brother of the brother is my brother, as the saying goes
We are all brothers within the four seas!"
Hearing that he was full of books in his elegant manner, Ziqin temporarily put down her guard and unblocked his acupuncture points: "Are you offended? I don't know the noble man's surname?"
"My surname is Luo. As the saying goes, it is spread all over the place and encompasses everything. I am talking about my brothers' ancestors."
I wonder what sect is so powerful? Qingqing thought in his mind, folding his sleeves and saluting: "Please tell me, Senior Luo, I and I have to be recommended to visit today. I wonder if there is anything we can do for you?"
Unexpectedly, when the man named Luo heard this, he immediately became discouraged. He leaned behind the stone statue and took a nap with his hands on his hips. His eyelids were floating up and down, as if he had fallen into a dream again:
"I am a grassroots wizard in the Northern Desert. Fortunately, my ancestors asked me in a dream to learn about the chaos of eradicating thieves and saving the people..."
Listening to his babbling non-stop for a while, Qingqing gradually became impatient. Ziqin gestured to her, telling her to listen carefully.
"There was an immortal in the dream, with three heads, seven eyes, four arms and nine bodies. He looked very scary... Xiao Wu was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. Fortunately, his ancestors gave him timely advice, put his hand on Xiao Wu's forehead, and said softly -
'The only way to save the world is to go all the way. Unite Baiyin and fight against Qingyi'..."
Unite Baiyin to fight against Tsing Yi!
Hearing this, Ziqin couldn't help but shake the body of the black-robed man named Luo. When he opened his eyes and woke up slightly, Qingqing said coldly:
"You might as well take a look at what colors my master and apprentice are wearing?"