Jingzhou didn't expect that he would meet two of the Five Ultimates one after another today. He wanted to meet this Huang Yaoshi to see how charming Dongxie was!
Hong Qigong also heard the song and laughed: "Haha, Huang Laoxie actually left Peach Blossom Island. I think you, a little girl, didn't sneak out without telling him. You happened to be sleeping at this time."
It's comfortable, let's go for a walk, and the old beggar will go and see how much Huang Laoxie's power has grown over the years."
Huang Rong turned her head and snorted coldly: "I'm not afraid. If he wants to take me back, he has to ask my employer if he agrees. I still owe my employer a lot of money and I haven't paid it back!"
Since Hong Qigong couldn't defeat Jingzhou, Huang Rong felt that his father might not be able to defeat him either, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
Several people came out of the ruined temple and followed the sound of the flute.
Jingzhou ran fast, and after a while he pulled away and disappeared into the night.
"Hey, what a superb movement!" Hong Qigong sighed and wanted to compare, but Huang Rong caught him.
"Hehe, Mr. Qi, do you want to go after your boss?"
"Girl, what bad thoughts do you have?"
"How can you call it a bad idea? Ronger is just telling the truth. Stop chasing me. You won't be able to catch up. You might as well walk slowly with Ronger!"
"You're talking nonsense! How can you know if you haven't tried it before?"
Although Hong Qigong said it angrily, he had to admit in his heart that what Huang Rong said was somewhat true. That boy's movement skills were truly extraordinary. He could float several feet away.
A few miles away from the ruined temple, in a place with overgrown weeds, a strange man wearing a green shirt and a mask, with a square scarf on his head, dressed as a scholar, stood on the top of a big tree.
This man was extremely skilled in Qinggong. The branches at the top of the tree were thinner than chopsticks. At this moment, he was standing on it, his body motionless, holding a jade flute in his mouth, and blowing out a strange sound.
Under the tree are thousands of venomous snakes. With the rising and falling sound of the flute, these venomous snakes seem to be drunk, swaying their heads as they sway.
Several people in white clothes were dancing wildly around the tree, each tearing off their clothes and scratching blood streaks on their faces. They looked in agony, as if they had been tortured to a degree worse than death.
There was also a man in white sitting inside the poisonous snake, it was Ouyang Ke who Jing Zhou had met some time ago.
He discovered Mei Chaofeng's whereabouts some time ago, so he set up a snake formation here, hoping to seize the Nine Yin Manual.
But I didn't expect that a strange man in Tsing Yi would come out halfway.
This man in Tsing Yi's martial arts is not very good, not to mention the deranged Xiao Sheng, even the light kung fu of the man in Tsing Yi standing on the top of the tree, Ouyang Ke can't achieve it even after twenty years of practice.
At this time, Ouyang Ke's cheeks were red, his heart was burning, his throat was dry, his eyes were blurred, as if he saw an exquisite and graceful body walking towards him.
He shook his head and bit the tip of his tongue, using the pain to suppress the anger and prevent himself from losing his mind.
Just when his heart was in unbearable pain, a long melody of Taoist inaction came from the piano.
The sound of the piano is soothing and calm. Not only does it suppress the disturbing sound of the flute before, it is also very pleasant to the ear. It is like the sound from outside the sky. Pictures of mountains and rivers flash through Ouyang Ke's eyes.
At this time, he didn't know how to describe the sound of the piano. He just felt that the sentence "The sound is as loud as the elephant is invisible" probably refers to the sound of the piano.
Ouyang Ke was so absorbed in listening that he actually ignored the situation at this time.
The sound of a piano also woke up the group of snakes on the ground, but for some unknown reason, the group of snakes that woke up did not come forward to bite anyone. Instead, they quickly receded like an ebbing tide, as if they had encountered something terrible.
In a short time, tens of thousands of venomous snakes on the ground disappeared.
At this time, a white figure stepped in the air, jumped onto the top of the big tree opposite the green robe guest, sat cross-legged, held a guqin in his arms, and played the strings with both hands urgently or slowly.
The breeze blew by, causing the hem of his clothes to flutter.
There is a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the milky white moonlight shines on the white clothes, adding a bit of immortality to him.
"Master Jing~"
Ouyang Ke looked up and saw the face of the guest in white. He was shocked at first, then his face lit up with joy, and his heart was filled with gratitude.
If he hadn't met Mr. Jing today, he might have died here.
For half of his life, he could not be said to be a good person, but a complete bad person, and he had no friends. At this time, he was very eager for "Mr. Jing" to recognize him as a friend.
"Thank you Mr. Jing for saving my life!"
Ouyang Ke shouted and looked at the two men fighting on the top of the tree.
At this time, he saw Jingzhou sitting cross-legged on the tiny branch, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the treetops. In terms of this light skill, he was much better than the man in green.
It is extremely difficult for this person to stand on such a thin branch, let alone sit cross-legged.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ouyang Ke wouldn't have believed that there were people as skilled as Qinggong in the world!
Moreover, this person is the friend I wanted to make a few days ago.
The man in Tsing Yi didn't expect that someone would dare to meddle in his own business. Seeing that the sound of the piano could resist the sound of his own flute, he increased his intensity to see how the person in front of him responded!
He was a arrogant person, but now he saw that the man opposite him was deliberately sitting cross-legged on the top of the tree, comparing himself to his own. How could this make him willing?
Suddenly, the originally cool and gentle sound of the flute became urgent.
This music skill is not only compared to the depth of internal strength, but also the understanding of music theory.
He, Huang Yaoshi, was originally a man who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, astronomy, earth, and the Five Elements and Bagua, but he was also dissatisfied with Wang Chongyang.
In terms of erudition and talent, there is probably no one in this world who can surpass him!
The sound of the flute is high and low, urgent and slow, and changes in many ways. However, no matter how the sound of the flute changes, the sound of the piano only comes slowly like flowing water. It never changes, but it can always withstand the sound of the flute.
Invasion.
"Good work!"
Ouyang Ke sighed in his heart. He also knew something about this music skill. His uncle had a big iron zither and would occasionally play a piece.
The chirping sound of the man in green is extremely extraordinary, it can make him confused and burning with desire, but the sound of the piano can compete with that chirping sound.
After playing for a while, Huang Yaoshi saw that the sound of his flute could not suppress the sound of the piano, and he couldn't help but thought to himself: "It's strange, this kid not only has deep inner strength, but he is also so proficient in music. Judging from his appearance, he is similar to Ronger.
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Thinking of this, Huang Yaoshi remembered something again. He looked at Jingzhou's appearance carefully and saw that he was dressed in white and had an elegant and elegant face. He had a strong relic of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He couldn't help but think: "What if, what if he is matched with his daughter?"
As a couple, I don't feel wronged by Ronger, but I don't know if this young man is married."
Seeing that Huang Rong was old enough to talk about marriage, Huang Yaoshi also began to pay attention to young talents.
It's just that, so far, he has never met anyone who can catch his eye...