As soon as this word came out, it immediately caused a sensation.
Who is so brave and dares to support Li Xiao at this time without fear of being sprayed to death by everyone?
But when they learned the identity of that person, everyone immediately stopped and did not dare to say anything.
The person who said these words was none other than Tang Xueyi of Lingxu Sword Sect.
After bringing Yue'er back to Lingxu Sword Sect to settle down, Tang Xueyi finally couldn't let go and returned to Baishou Town.
When she learned that so many people were slandering Ji Mo, she couldn't help but speak out and say something fair.
Lingxu Sword Sect is a first-rate force, and Tang Xueyi is the chief disciple, so her words are naturally full of weight.
Tang Xueyi opened her mouth and suppressed many voices, but most people still doubted it. After all, there was no evidence to prove the existence of that natural sound.
"Are you still unwilling to show up? That's right. How can a giant dragon flying in the sky care about the pointing fingers of a group of ants?"
Tang Xueyi felt aggrieved for Ji Mo, but there was nothing she could do.
As long as Ji Mo doesn't show off his unparalleled piano skills for a day, these rumors will not disappear.
And she believed that with Ji Mo's status, he naturally disdained to be acquainted with these common people.
Next, Tang Xueyi searched around the town, hoping to see Ji Mo again.
Baishou Town, Qingfeng Garden.
In an exquisite attic.
Wen Xi was reading a book of poems, while Xiaolan, the personal maid, was fondly playing with an ax with silver patterns.
"I don't know what's so good about this broken axe. I have to hold it while eating and sleeping. I think you might as well just marry this axe."
Wen Xi seemed to be tired. She put down her poetry collection and stretched her slender waist lazily, with a perfect posture.
She doesn't use makeup, her fair and flawless skin is glowing with light fluorescence, and she is incredibly beautiful.
Seeing that the maid Xiaolan was so obsessed with an axe, she made a joke.
"Miss, this is not a broken axe, it is very remarkable..."
Xiaolan didn't care about being teased by her own lady, and with a serious look on her face, she wanted to explain how extraordinary the ax in her hand was. There was a ray of law power inside, and its origin was even more mysterious.
Naturally, the ax was bought from Blacksmith Zhang for ten thousand taels of gold. Xiao Lan never left her body after getting it, and she was laughing in her dreams.
You can buy an Ax of Law for a mere ten thousand taels of gold, which is a huge mistake.
"I see, this is not a bad thing, right? It makes you nervous. This is the former residence of Emperor Bai, so it's normal for one or two rare treasures to appear, so don't make a fuss."
Wen Xi smiled and said that she had no interest in spiritual practice since she was a child, so she was not interested in axes.
Xiaolan also knew the temperament of his young lady, so he no longer struggled with the axe, changed the subject, and said: "Miss, have you listened to the rumors outside? There is a peerless piano player in Baishou Town, and even Master Li Xiao is impressed by him.
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Xiao Lan originally had the same view as others and didn't believe it at all, but she changed her view after Tang Xueyi spoke out.
Because Tang Xueyi never lies.
Wen Xi said lightly: "That man's piano skills may be good, but it's just like that. How can a real piano player create such a big disturbance just for the sake of fame and reputation?"
What she hates the most is people who strive for fame and wealth. She believes that Ji Mo is taking the opportunity to promote herself, so she looks down on him very much.
Xiaolan nodded repeatedly, feeling that what her young lady said was reasonable.
How can the player of the harp be so mundane if he is the most noble person in the world?
"Perhaps, only the author of this poem is a truly noble and noble person!"
Wen Xi sighed and carefully took out a piece of yellowed paper from his arms.
On the paper, there is an inscription written. The font is flexible, elegant and vigorous, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere.
"This is a humble house, but I am kind to you. The moss on the steps is green, the grass is green on the curtains, there are Confucians talking and laughing, and there are no white people coming and going..."
Wen Xi stroked the writing on it with her tender white fingertips and felt the artistic conception between the lines. Wen Xi couldn't help but be fascinated.
Not envious of glory, not flattering to the world, and indifferent to fame and wealth, this is the kind of lover I have been looking for.
In fact, Wen Xi came to Baishou Town not just to escape the forced marriage at home, but to find someone.
Finding the author of "Inscription on a Humble Room" is her real purpose.
"Miss, what would you do if you found the author of this poem?" Xiaolan asked curiously.
"Marry him!"
Wen Xi thought for a while and answered seriously.
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"Ah!"
Ji Mo rubbed his nose and kept sneezing.
It's really strange. I don't have a cold, so why do I keep sneezing?
"They say sneezing is because someone cares about me. It's nonsense. I don't have money or power, so who would miss me. In my opinion, it's probably because someone is saying bad things about me behind my back."
Ji Mo muttered and continued busy with his work.
At this time, he was facing a five-foot-long piece of paulownia wood and kept hammering it until a guqin wood embryo was formed.
Next to him, Tianpeng was looking at it with his fat belly. There was no chance to show off this time. There was no room for him to interfere in this kind of craft work.
Ji Mo picked up the carving knife, his eyes were extremely focused, and he entered a state of forgetfulness.
He seemed to have a plan in mind, and the carving knife kept falling on the hard paulownia wood as he pleased.
Ji Mo's speed was very fast, the carving knife drew mysterious trajectories, and constantly stirred up lumps of sawdust. Tianpeng was dumbfounded by his skillful technique.
"Master's craftsmanship... is so strong!"
Tianpeng no longer knows how to describe it. With just a carving knife, he can carve out exquisite patterns and lifelike flowers, birds, insects and fish.
This piano was prepared for Yue'er, so Ji Mo added a lot of cartoon elements. The surface of the piano was carved with flowers, plants, and various small animals.
What's even more frightening is that not only are these flowers, plants, insects, and fish lifelike in shape, but at the same time, strands of the laws of heaven and earth are constantly being submerged into them following Ji Mo's techniques.
Tianpeng could clearly count them beside him. There were as many as thirty-six kinds of laws. If they broke out at the same time, the lethality would be unimaginable.
"It's just so-so. I hope Yue'er likes this toy."
Ji Mo clapped his hands, a little dissatisfied, mainly because the raw material was not good, it was just ordinary paulownia wood, and the tree was not old.
Let Yue'er play with it for now, and then when we get wood that is more than thousands of years old, we can seriously make a good piano for her.
"So-so? Toy?"
Tianpeng didn't even know how to complain.
It sounds like this is just a toy for a child, it’s too arrogant!
As expected of the master, is he planning to cultivate a little murderer?
Ji Mo put the strings on the piano, painted it with pink primer, put it on the iron tripod in the yard to dry, and waited two days before sending it to Yue'er.
He didn't know that Yue'er had already been sent to Lingxu Sword Sect by Tang Xueyi.
After Ji Mo left, Tianpeng couldn't wait to rush over to take a good look at the piano.
But before he got close, he was knocked away by a violent force.
"Zheng..."
I saw that the piano was flashing with red light, the strings were beating on their own, and the high-pitched music was stirring in all directions.
"That is……"
Tianpeng couldn't believe his eyes, what did he see?
Inside Xiamang, there is a dragon-shaped creature flying.