Even if there is a relationship, you shouldn't come to Qianhu, it's just to read a pornographic book, it's not worth it...
Yang Linqing felt relieved, straightened his clothes, and said: "In terms of sound quality, the bamboo flute is the best. That batch over there is the best quality just sent from Huainan. It's just a bit expensive, so you have to be mentally prepared."
Zhang Chengfeng explained in a low voice: "The ancestors of the Yang family in Huainan were once guest ministers in the Chess, Sword and Yue Mansion. Later, they inherited it and formed their own sect. They have good swordsmanship and rhythm. They are considered to have real talent and practical knowledge. They are among the top in Huainan."
"Hey Hey hey."
Yang Linqing was dissatisfied: "What do you mean by 'calculation'? We really have it!"
Cao Jinxing was surprised and looked him up and down: "Then why are you still..." Being in such a state of desolation, his cultivation level is not considered low.
"cough!"
Yang Linqing's expression was slightly unnatural, and he abruptly changed the subject and said: "Besides the bamboo flute, there are a few other things over there..."
Zhang Chengfeng chuckled: "Because this guy is so cowardly that he treats his widowed sister-in-law..."
"Zhang Chengfeng!"
Yang Linqing was so anxious that he rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush out: "Don't force me to beat you up!"
"okay!"
Zhang Chengfeng said impatiently: "Isn't it just that trivial matter? Everyone in Huainan knows what happened to multiple people? You didn't do anything. At most, you just have a wrong mind. What are you afraid of?"
"..."
Yang Linqing: "You can't talk nonsense then..."
"Who is talking nonsense? Isn't this true?"
"..."
Zhang Chengfeng was silenced by Yang Linqing's words.
Cao Jinxing looked at the two of them and shook his head helplessly: "Don't provoke him. Pick a flute, pick a flute."
The two of them obviously knew each other and had a close relationship. Zhang Chengfeng exposed his fault like this. Cao Jinxing was not interested in other people's family affairs, so he quickly got back to the topic.
"The bamboo flute is too brittle. I want something harder so it won't break when touched."
"That's the bone flute and the iron flute."
Yang Linqing raised his head and said to the bamboo basket in the corner: "Those are collected randomly, picked at will."
Flute has been around since ancient times, and there are many types, such as bone flute, jade flute, tooth flute, iron flute, copper flute and so on.
Among them, the bamboo flute has the most positive sound and the best effect.
The Yang family in Huainan regards bamboo flutes as their orthodoxy and established their family with bamboo flutes. They are experts in making bamboo flutes. In contrast, they do not attach much importance to other categories.
"No wonder someone took away the jade flute... This guy abandons flutes made of other materials like worn shoes."
Cao Jin walked to the bamboo basket and flipped through it casually.
For him, the flute is just an auxiliary thing. Firstly, it must be hard enough, and secondly, it must be portable. The smaller the better.
Soon, he found a short and thin bone flute from under the bamboo basket, which was white and cold.
Holding it in your hand is like holding an ice edge, which is the same material as the decorative material on the surface of the Snow Soul Sword scabbard.
"The bones of the North Sea dragon shark..."
He didn't know other materials, but he wore this material often, so he knew it very well.
The North Sea dragon shark is a very rare animal. It is different from the hibernation of ordinary animals. It "aestivates" and only appears in the middle of winter. It lives under the glacier and can exhale extremely cold air.
Its bones are extremely hard and have special bone quality. They can imbue ice-type internal energy, which is very rare.
Cao Jinxing tried to inject internal energy, and the entire flute began to emit a faint ice blue light.
"good……"
Cao Jinxing was very satisfied, but after inputting internal force, there were some small scratches on the surface, which should have been scratched by a sharp blade. They were all over the flute body, like words...
Word……
Um?
Cao Jinxing increased his internal strength, put the slightly shiny flute in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully, and his pupils shrank slightly.
the other side.
Zhang Chengfeng was chatting with Yang Linqing.
"Why are you related to Jin Yiwei?" Yang Linqing covered his face with a book and whispered.
Zhang Chengfeng wanted to say that he could hear me, but he was too lazy to say more to this idiot: "He is my eldest brother, and he saved my father."
Yang Linqing suddenly said: "Oh, no wonder..."
Zhang Chengfeng glanced at the bamboo basket: "I don't have a long memory. I forgot that I asked someone to buy a sapphire flute for five taels of silver last time? How dare you throw it away?"
Yang Linqing said angrily: "It was a coincidence last time. Who would have thought that an idiot would stuff a sapphire flute into the sandalwood! I looked at this batch carefully when I collected it. It can't happen again! I still want to pick it up.
Damn it, it’s impossible!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Jinxing held up his flute and asked, "How much does this cost?"
Yang Linqing glanced at it: "The bones of the North Sea shark are made of special materials. When harvested, they are worth ten taels of silver. You..."
He wanted to say that you just need to show some interest, but Cao Jinxing smiled and threw fifteen taels over: "I have a question by the way."
"you say."
For the sake of fifteen taels of silver, Yang Linqing was willing to answer his questions.
"What is "Snowy Siege Song"?"
Cao Jinxing asked.
"The famous songs of the Tang Dynasty are now lost."
Yang Linqing took these things at his fingertips and talked lazily: "It is said that it was composed by the Heavenly Master Ye Jingneng. The music style is fierce and the artistic conception is extremely cold. He once used this song to compete with monks in the Tang Palace. After finishing the song,
Seven inches of snow fell in front of the temple, and the monks were frozen into ice sculptures! It's admirable! It's a pity that there are no music scores handed down from generation to generation, and even the information is pitiful..."
At the end of the sentence, Yang Linqing suddenly came to his senses.
its not right!
This information was only recorded in miscellaneous books, and it was only through his extensive knowledge that he could remember it. How could this beginner know such a rare piece of music...
He slowly raised his head and looked at the bone flute, with a look of surprise and astonishment in his eyes.
No way……
"I see."
Cao Jinxing played his piccolo, scanned the text on it, and nodded: "Ye Jingneng, the author of "Yu Bing Jue", is really destined... OK, I understand, thank you for your advice. Chengfeng, let's go."
He put the piccolo on his waist and walked out.
"Um...Pfft hahaha!"
Zhang Chengfeng was extremely intelligent. When he saw what he didn't know about this scene, he couldn't help laughing and patted Yang Linqing on the shoulder as he stood up:
"Lao Yang, if I were you, I would go to the temple and burn incense to get rid of bad luck! In less than a month, I made two mistakes and the losses became bigger each time. I really deserve you."
"..."
Yang Linqing wanted to cry but had no tears.
He slapped himself hard and looked at Cao Jinxing's retreating figure, as if he were watching white money falling into someone else's pocket.
My "Snow Land Siege Song" is priceless. I sold it for fifteen taels...
…
No matter how regretful Yang Linqing was, Cao Jinxing took the flute home and began his half-month intensive study.
The next few days were very normal.
Cao Jinxing slept until he woke up naturally every day, went to the imperial prison and studied music with Xu Quan until he got off work.
Lu Kunlun would come to him for a drink when he was free. However, within a few days, he received a letter from Junshan, asking him to return to the Beggar Clan headquarters as soon as possible.
Cao Jinxing didn't ask what the specific matter was.
On the day Lu Kunlun left, Cao Jinxing gave him a ride on horseback, and then returned to the imperial prison to continue studying music and began to practice "Snow Land Siege Song".
In addition, the Huang family in the ghost market hosted several banquets, but he didn't go because it was too troublesome.
Until the thirteenth day.
Liu Zhenyuan urgently summoned him back to Zhenfu Division.
"Leave the remaining two days for next time. There is an urgent military matter. The Miao people in La'er Mountain in Yunnan and Guizhou are revolting, and the Five Poison Sect is also involved! I ask you to take people there quickly to support the army and quell the rebellion!"
"Rebellion...Five Poison Sect?"
Cao Jinxing suddenly raised his head.
How could they be involved!
"The specific situation is still unclear."
Liu Zhenyuan said: "But there have been letters from the Governor-General's Office of the three provinces, confirming that the Five Poison Sect's Left Protector is present among the rebels. You must be careful during this trip, Gu Yanzhu is waiting for you in Yunnan and Guizhou."
Gu Yanzhu, one of the four hundred families who went to Wohu Mountain to assassinate the bandit leader.
Cao Jinxing remembered.
"yes."
He clasped his fists and accepted the order, lamenting in his heart, my vacation is gone so quickly...