"Zuo Yu? Why do these two words sound familiar?"

"Never heard of it."

"Beat the rain?!"

"No, it's "Song of the Rain". I remembered it. It's a famous song by a luthier. Who is it called?"

"Oh, I also remembered it. I heard from the girl in the building... and others during my last mission down the mountain."

"Is his name Wei Yimin? Could he..."

…

After the young man in white had finished speaking, the guests and ministers inside and outside whispered to each other, completely forgetting about Mrs. Chu above.

Of course, there were also sensible people who gradually calmed down after being reminded several times.

The young man's fingers were flying on the piano in the audience, and the young woman on the stage was not angry. She held her chin with one hand, wanting to see what he was up to.

Xu Zhien's eyes rolled around and he thought to himself: "I also heard that Wei Yimin is the most powerful piano player in Luzhou City. However, no one knows whether he is a man or a woman. Could it be...him?"

Click!

Lightning on a sunny day?

At midday, the blue sky and white clouds gradually recede.

A very long bolt of lightning pierced the curtain of the sky, and billowing dark clouds came from the southern sky like a wave.

According to legend, in ancient times, there was a post of rain master in heaven, responsible for rainfall on earth.

The boy sang "Song of the Rain" on a sunny day, and all the wind, rain, thunder and lightning came to support him.

"Is the wind blowing?" The woman in palace clothes made a cup gesture with her hands and murmured.

Off the court, the young man's hair was flying, and his loose and light white clothes were also flying.

"Don't worry, it won't rain." The young man said with a smile.

The two women who wanted to move the piano and leave immediately stopped and continued to look at the boy dreamily.

The young man's face is still a little immature, and his voice is somewhere between a mature man and a young man, no more, no less. Plus, the sweet sound of the piano is so tingling and tingling that it touches the heart.

A woman leaned over her piano, looked sideways at Wei Xiazhi, and whispered, "Is this the banished immortal they say?"

Wei Xiazhi's face was pale and bloodless, and his long hair was fluttering, but not feminine. The white clothes facing the wind clung to his body, perfectly showing off the muscle lines that a seventh-level warrior should have.

And the blood that oozed out from the cracked wound on the back was stained with traces of red clouds.

Sometimes the sound of the piano is passionate and powerful, sometimes it is low and sad, just like being on a battlefield, with the passion of fighting the enemy, and the loneliness and sadness of the corpses on the ground.

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, and thunder rang out.

The young man in white clothes underground gradually slowed down the sound of the piano until it stopped.

"Madam, this is Wei Yimin's piece. I've only learned half of it."

Wei Xiazhi was also afraid of exposing his identity, so his intention to come to Dongchu Jianzhuang to escape in such a hurry could easily be guessed by the warriors of the imperial court.

His words stopped some guests who wanted to ask questions.

It's just that they both have the same surname of Wei, so what a coincidence.

Mrs. Chu looked at the dark clouds dispersing on the horizon, then at the young man's red-stained white clothes, and said, "Give her a second job."

The young woman finished speaking and walked away.

Wei Xiazhi breathed out, "Wei, what are you doing standing still?"

The woman in the blue dress had slightly red eyes, cupped her fists and said, "Thank you, madam."

The old man surnamed Yu came over and patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are young and you are promising, you are young and you are promising..."

Wei Xiazhi heard the old man's footsteps slowly leaving and asked: "Does the old man want to leave? The old man's song is very good. If you can..."

The old man turned around and saw the young man with his head down and clasping his fists. He burst into tears and said, "You can't do it, you can't do it. I'll just give you the music score."

After Mrs. Chu left, Wei Xiazhi had to ask: "Is it Deacon Xu?"

While he was sleeping, an old man named Xu came knocking on the door. He was very annoyed and left a deep impression on him.

Xu Zhien smiled and said: "Wei Keqing, Mr. Yu's wife also agrees with Mr. Yu's song. You are now the chief guest guest, so you can naturally decide this matter."

Wei Xiazhi smiled and nodded, "Just stay, old man. I also want to ask you about your piano skills."

"I don't dare to take it seriously. I, Yu Yangping, don't dare to call me sir because of my age." The old man smiled all over his face. It must be good to have multiple relationships.

He was even more curious that a blind man could do this to such an extent. It was really admirable.

Wei Xiazhi turned to the two women who were packing their things and comforted them: "The two girls are just a little nervous, but they have a good foundation. There is no need to feel bad."

Without the sound of her repeatedly playing the piano wrongly, it would really take him a few days to wake up.

The two women's faces turned slightly red, and they quickly thanked and left.

Ye Wei wiped the corners of her eyes without leaving any trace, with a smile on her face.

Xu Zhien came first, "Wei Keqing, congratulations, I will send someone to make some wine and food in two days."

"Deacon Xu, thank you for your help that day. I don't think we need to do this..."

"You want it, it's been a long time since our sword village had any happy events."

"Congratulations to Wei Keqing, I hope you will take good care of her in the future."

"Wei Keqing is young and promising, and will surely have a glorious day in the future. Please don't forget to get to know each other, haha——"

"I forgot to mention it. I am Xiang Mingming, and I will be in charge of all affairs of the foreign guests. From now on, Brother Wei will have to..."

"Congratulations..."

Wei Xia was a little at a loss for a while, so he had to return the gifts in turn.

Unexpectedly, there were hundreds of guests present, and since he was still injured and weak, he began to sweat on his forehead.

Xu Zhien, who was watching from a distance, suddenly nodded, ran over and said, "Wei Keqing still has some health problems, so I won't chat with you more."

Wei Xiazhi was finally able to escape from the crowd. Xu Zhien laughed softly and said: "Madam asked you to go back and rest first. Come back to her in a few days after your injury is healed. The specific rules of Jianzhuang cannot restrain you, the chief guest, so let's go."

Let’s go, I’ll have a few words with you on the way…”

Xu Zhien didn't look very serious on his face, but he talked about many details with Wei Xiazhi. The most mentioned thing was that Mrs. Chu was irritable and asked him to think carefully before speaking.

Ye Wei saw that he still wanted to talk a lot, so she planned to make a pot of tea.

Xu Zhien stood up quickly and said, "Manager Ye, you don't have to worry about anything. Madam also asked me to explain something to you."

"Your duties are not very specific. If Madam calls you, go to the consul to do it. If she doesn't call you, forget it. Remember, don't enter Madam's building..."

Half an hour later, Ye Wei saw Xu Zhien off.

She also understood what she needed to do. Her level was too low to be of much help. As the name suggests, she managed the affairs of Dongchu Jianzhuang.

"How is it? How does it feel here?" Wei Xiazhi asked with a smile.

The woman in blue skirt nodded and said with a smile: "Yeah, not bad."

Ye Wei was actually very happy with the feeling she had experienced these past few days, plus the fact that today she was officially considered a member of Dongchu Jiangzhuang and became a disciple of the Immortal Sect under the Dao Sect.

"I'm going up?" She half-jumped, half-walked to the door.

This three-story short building is their current temporary residence. As before, Ye Wei lives upstairs.

Ye Wei had come down to take care of him in the past few days, so Wei Xiazhi naturally knew about it.

The young man lay on the bed and waved his hand, "If you have any questions, please tell me. I'll rest first."

Not long after Wei Xiazhi fell asleep, a foreign guest brought him food and a bowl of medicinal soup, which he said was specially ordered by Mrs. Chu.

The medicinal soup is slightly sweet. It is hot when you hold it, but it is cold when you enter it. I am afraid that the medicinal materials are not ordinary.

Wei Xiazhi smiled, Mrs. Chu would take care of her subordinates.

He put down the medicine bowl and gently touched the piano case. There was still some blood stains on it.

"Everything will be fine."

Wei Xiazhi was also very happy to finally get the status of an Immortal Master. Even though Jianzhuang was not a sect, he could still be considered half a disciple of the Taoist sect, right?
Chapter completed!