Chapter 15: The grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes (enlarged chapter)
Sun Shaohu's expression suddenly changed, and everyone in the yard seemed to be frozen in place.
Mr. Yang, who had just spoken to Xu Tong, tugged at the corner of Xu Tong's clothes and looked at him anxiously: "Why are you from the Seventh Sect? You killed me."
When Xu Tong saw this, he immediately understood what was going on.
In the final analysis, the master killed too hard back then and dragged the old guys of the entire era to be buried with him, which led to the severance of many inheritances.
Everyone in the Nine-Level Eight Sects was offended. When Master Song was buried, no matter how much money Mr. Song offered, not a single ringer team was willing to come.
I thought that after so many years and the place was so remote, the events of the early years would have disappeared with the passage of time, but I didn't expect that people still remember this grudge.
It’s not my fault. Qiu is something that can be easily forgotten.
I am not qualified to ask others to let go of past grudges.
Therefore, facing Sun Shaohu's cold face, Xu Tong was not afraid at all. Instead, he nodded and admitted: "Exactly."
As he spoke, he took out the Demon Bell in his hand.
With a slight sway, the sound of the soul-stirring bell suddenly changed the expressions of everyone present. Everyone present was a master of musical instruments, and they could tell whether the magic bell was real or fake as soon as they heard it.
Seeing this, Sun Shaohu frowned and said, "Are you from the Wang family?"
"Both families are involved, Xue Gui is my master."
In fact, he could have said that he inherited the inheritance of the Wang family, but Xu Tong did not bother to do so.
Now that he has worshiped Mr. Song and recognized his master, he is the direct descendant of the Seven Sects of the Eight Classics. He can even say that he is now a talker of the Seven Sects with upright Miaohong roots.
Sure enough, Sun Shaohu said with a smile when he heard this: "Okay, back then, the Plum Blossom Village Zha technique spread to three branches, and you alone own two. Now you still have the Demonic Bell, and the Seven Sects can be regarded as follow-up people."
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After speaking, Sun Shaohu slowly walked to the table stand, picked up the suona on the table stand, pointed at Xu Tong and said angrily: "Since you are now a talker in Qimen, tell me, your master Xue Gui's
How to calculate the account?"
"Oh, what is this happening? It's been so many years. What does it matter to you and him, a young disciple?" Mr. Yang hurriedly stepped forward to stop between the two of them, looked back at Xu Tong and said: "You go away, don't come back again."
Come on, let’s go.”
But neither Sun Shaohu nor Xu Tong paid attention to Mr. Yang's words. At the same time, several young people at home also stood up with unkind expressions and silently closed the door.
Seeing this, Mr. Yang became even more anxious. He pointed at the boys who were closing the door and cursed: "You bastards are rebelling. Who told you to close the door? Open it. It's not a big deal."
At this time, Aunt Mei stepped forward, grabbed Old Yang's arm and pulled him back.
"Old Yang! There always has to be an explanation for things. The old man is still buried on Beiman Mountain. It has been so many years. Back then, the Three Religions came forward and forbade us to settle accounts with the Seventh Sect. Now, the people from the Seventh Sect have come to the door themselves. This matter
Always tell the truth."
"That's right, Mr. Yang, Jianghu is a matter of Jianghu, and it's time for Qimen to give an explanation to our family."
The bearded man took the cymbal from his waist.
"Luo Ying, Aunt Mei, you..." Mr. Yang stared angrily. After so many years, people are almost in the coffin. What seven gates, what hatred, how many years have passed.
When they kicked off their legs, they didn't even know if the team was still there. It was really not worth going to war over this matter.
"Lao Yang!"
Seeing the angry look on Mr. Yang's face, Xu Tong comforted him and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm here even though I'm here. I'm not afraid of anything. Just sit down and rest. We'll talk again later."
As he spoke, Xu Tong put away the Demon Bell and looked at Sun Shaohu in front of him: "How do you want to explain?"
"Back then, your master asked my old lady to die in a foreign country. Now in the era of rule of law, I don't want your life. Just leave a pair of hands. I'll give you five million, which will be enough for you to have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life. How about that."
Sun Shaohu stared at Xu Tong's hands. The craftsman pointed at these two hands when he was eating. Even though Qimen has long existed in name only and papermakers have been eliminated by the times, the unique skills of these hands are still retained.
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By leaving these hands and placing them in front of the old lady's tomb, Qi Men will give an explanation to their family.
Xu Tong looked at his hands, raised his head and said casually: "That's not possible, the ancestral craftsmanship cannot be lost."
"Then it depends on your ability. Send him on his way!"
After Sun Shaohu finished speaking, bearded Luo Ying and Mei Jiugu rushed to Xu Tong at the same time.
The two copper cymbals looked like two blades, and they made a sharp whistling sound when they were swung. However, Xu Tong seemed too naive. He didn't know much about martial arts. He only knew a five-animal grapple and close combat skills.
But his superhuman physique itself has special bonuses.
In the eyes of others, Luo Ying's cymbal swings were fierce and fierce, but even in the last script world, Luo Ying's strength was barely above the level of a third-rate practitioner.
Not even as good as the boxers from those martial arts schools.
Xu Tong didn't even dodge, he saw the opportunity and kicked Luo Ying lightly, directly knocking Luo Ying to the ground.
At this time, Mrs. Mei flew up and kicked Xu Tong, but Xu Tong just stepped back and dodged, pinching his nose in disgust: "Grandma, you should wash your feet."
"Dry tongue!"
The blow missed, and several young men around quickly pushed the two cowhide drums in front of Mrs. Mei.
Two drumsticks struck, and a roar of thunder came.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
"Qiang~" the drums sounded, and Luo Ying followed suit and started clapping the cymbals in his hands.
Xu Tong stood there and watched, wanting to see how much magical power the inherited ring corps still had in today's world.
However he was disappointed.
No matter how hard Mei Jiugu and Luo Ying tried, the sound was already deafening. Some young people around him couldn't bear it and covered their ears, but he just felt that the noise was just too loud.
Other than that, I didn't feel any discomfort.
"Is it possible that the inheritance from the past only has so little ability to play gongs and drums now?"
Xu Tong smiled and looked at Sun Shaohu: "If that's all, I don't think your family's debt needs to be settled. If it does, it won't be your family's turn."
"Arrogant!!"
Sun Shaohu and the others had a look on their faces. They wanted to test the depth of this young man first, but they didn't want to make them a laughing stock. They were shocked and angry in their hearts. What was shocking was that they couldn't see through the depth of this young man. They only felt the difference between Luo Ying and Mei Jiugu.
Human temptation is like a stone thrown under a cliff, without even a sound being heard.
What makes me angry is that this kid is too crazy. Even if he is Xue Gui’s disciple, is he still Xue Gui?
I saw Sun Shaohu squinting at Mr. Yang: "People are knocking on your door, do you really want me to take off the signboard of our Sun family's loudspeaker class?"
When Mr. Yang heard this, his fingers trembled involuntarily, and he looked at the large-character sign hanging in the living room: "Qi Ming Jiutian"
This is a plaque kept by the Grand Master at that time.
It is said that at that time, in order to compete for this plaque, nine sound instrument troupes took turns on the stage. Grand Master played until the end, and the suona was stained red with blood.
Now that Sun Shaohu has said that he wants to remove the signboard, he means smashing the plaque and ending the Sun family.
"Why!!"
Mr. Yang cast an apologetic look at Xu Tong and took the Chang Sheng from his apprentice.
Seeing this, Sun Shaohu's face showed a look of satisfaction, and he looked at Xu Tong: "Don't say that we bully you, this funeral song is not a praise for those with high moral character, and if I give it to you today, it can be regarded as raising the price for you."
"oh!"
When Xu Tong heard this, he looked forward to it: "Okay, but if you can't send me away, I want the suona in your hand."
Sun Shaohu was stunned for a moment. This suona was passed down from his family, and it had extraordinary significance. But then he thought about it and found it ridiculous. If the four of them couldn't even deal with a young man, what's the use of this thing.
"Young man, it's not too late to leave your hands now." Mei Jiugu reminded that the funeral song is to open the way for the Yin gods to send the souls to the burial. In ancient times, some special people were filled with resentment after death and could not be buried.
There is a situation where the coffin cannot be lifted up no matter what, and even if it is buried in the soil, it will crack from the soil.
At this time, a ringer class is needed to forcefully send him to the burial with funeral music.
If he wasn't an extraordinary person with great evil and kindness, he might not be able to escape death.
After all, Mei Jiugu didn't want to kill anyone. She spoke now in the hope that Xu Tong could retreat despite the difficulties.
However, in the face of Mei Jiugu's advice, Xu Tong lifted the bench beside him and took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket: "Please start your performance."
"court death!"
Seeing that this boy didn't know how high the sky was, Mei Jiugu was heartbroken and hit the big cowhide drum in front of her with two drumsticks.
The drums sounded loudly, and with the sound of the drums, a strong wind visible to the naked eye rolled up the leaves on the ground.
"Clang~di~!" The copper cymbals and the Changsheng sounded at the same time.
As the music played, Xu Tong was surprised to find a familiar breath blowing against his face.
"Between reality and fiction!"
He was nervous because he didn't expect that the Grand Master's patent could be presented in such a way.
wrong.
This is not a complete illusion, but more like a fake...it's just a little stronger than the half-step master's illusory technique.
So does this mean that even if you are not a great master, you can still show the difference between reality and reality through other means?
For example, formation?
Just when Xu Tong's mind was wandering and his mind was racing with thoughts.
When Sun Shaohu's suona sounds, this sense of picture becomes even more real.
The shrill sound of the suona seems to lead the rhythm of the entire song.
Great sorrow and great joy, great prosperity and great decline, great joy and great mourning, the world is in a blink of an eye, and thousands of years are seen at a glance. When you turn around, it is just a handful of loess, and right and wrong are just the disappearance of human death.
A gray aura of death rushed towards my face.
It was obviously still noon and the sky was bright, but it made people feel that the wind was biting and their whole bodies were freezing. The young disciples who were standing by had already escaped from the door long ago.
However, there were also a few who were disobedient and clung to the wall to take a peek. As a result, their faces were all blue from the cold, and they felt like they had no strength even if they wanted to escape.
"Dingling...Dingling..."
At this time, Xu Tong suddenly heard the sound of chains clashing in his ears. When he turned around, he saw two little guys with sinister features, carrying chains, emerging from nowhere and running towards him.
As he walked, he sang in his mouth.
"Gold ingots, silver ingots, and thin paper money are not too little. As soon as I close my eyes and kick my legs, the suona sounds and I recall half my life."
The two little devils were singing happily, and I don't know who interrupted: "Red umbrella, white umbrella, let's lie down together after eating."
I didn't come back to my senses for a moment, so I started singing along.
"Lie down on the board, sleep in the coffin, and then bury them together..."
Huh?? Wrong song?
Who changed it??”
The two little guys took a closer look and saw Xu Tong squinting at them, not forgetting to wave to them.
When the two little guys saw this, they couldn't help but came over suspiciously.
Just as he was about to speak, Xu Tong took out a thick stack of guide money, waved it and threw it out: "This is for you."
The large piece of white guide money immediately made the two kid's eyes light up. They ignored Suona's instructions and started to fall to the ground to pick up the guide money.
Sun Shaohu blew hard, and the veins on his forehead bulged high, as if he wanted to remind these two brats what they were here for.
But the kid only had money in his eyes and ignored Sun Shaohu's instructions.
If he could still curse at this moment, Sun Shaohu would have personally greeted the eighteenth generation of these two brats.
I was even more surprised. I didn't expect that the young man in front of me was really a good paper maker.
I saw stacks of money being thrown out by Xu Tong.
Like free snowflakes, the two little ghosts were lying on the ground, like puppies begging for food. Xu Tong even only needed to take out a stack of money and put it in his hands, and the two little ghosts were already like
It was as if he had cast a restraining spell, staring at Xu Tong with wide eyes, waiting for him to spill the money.
Xu Tong glanced sideways at Sun Shaohu, his contemptuous gaze making Sun Shaohu grit his teeth in anger and his eyes turned red.
This time I heard the tune suddenly change, from the original joy and sorrow to something brisk and sharp.
As soon as the song changed, the surrounding temperature dropped again. I saw a huge ghost figure walking out of the darkness, opening its big hand and grabbing Xu Tong head-on...
