Facing the ridicule of the man in the mask, Ye Tianxu responded: "Just as if you choose to be sad, but I choose to hope."
"I lost Ye Tang's power, but I gained thirty years of peace."
"Looking at the world, how many people like me who have blood on their hands can live for thirty years without worry?"
"I don't know you, but the strength you show shows that you are also a person who covers the sky with one hand."
"But how many sleep have you been able to sleep in these thirty years?
How many happy meals have you had?"
"Resentment can be accumulated, but it can also pass away slowly."
Ye Tianxu spoke word by word: "And I, choose to pass..." Ye Fan showed his praise to his uncle after hearing this.
"How many sleeps have you slept and how many happy meals have you eaten?"
The man with a mask was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then smiled: "It seems that I have a smaller situation."
"Stop talking about this, tell me what you are trying to do."
Ye Tianxu looked at the other party and said lightly: "With the strength and cultivation you have shown, you should not be a chess piece of any party in Hengcheng."
"If it weren't for the instigation of Ouyang Yuan and his group, you would have taken the risk of running to Baocheng to attack me, a useless man, naturally it wouldn't be for the sake of a master of gambling."
"You came to cover up Lao K's identity, right?"
"You dug a hole for Ye Fan to frame me, but you didn't frame me. You even made Ye Fan turn into war with me into jade. You are panicked."
"You are worried that I will find out the real old k, so I took advantage of Ouyang Yuan's killer to kill me to protect Lao k, right?"
"No, Ouyang Yuan's level is impossible to know that I have a gambling master. I guess it's because you can tell me it."
"And the person Ouyang Yuan believes unconditionally cannot be a dog or a cat. Only the words of Jinyi Pavilion will not be suspicious."
"It seems that Jinyi Pavilion also has your people, and this person can still control Ouyang Yuan."
"You are so nervous and so afraid of me, which shows that this old k is really the core nephew of the Ye family."
He sighed: "If you can't kill me today, not only will you not have a chance to attack again in the future, but you will also let me lock in the old k."
"Boss Ye can listen to the sound and distinguish lyrics, which shows that he is also a master of guqin."
The man in the mask did not respond, but just looked at Ye Tianxu and smiled: "It's rare to see it today, and it's hard to find a voice. I wonder if Boss Ye can also give me a song to listen to Boss Ye's heavenly sound?"
While speaking, he waved his left hand and the guqin flew over with a whoosh.
Although the distance between the two is dozens of meters, the guqin arrives in a blink of an eye, and it is still covered with a strong aura.
When Ye Fan's eyelids trembled slightly and worried about danger, Ye Tianxu smiled faintly, and grabbed the antelope with his right hand hanging on his horns in front.
The guqin was pinched accurately.
The guqin is dilapidated and has only seven strings, but it reveals a vicissitudes of life and looks like it has a history of hundreds of years.
When Ye Tianxu held the lyre, a stream of air appeared on both sides.
Ye Fan and his team's clothes blew, and their skin felt a chill slid by.
This made Ye Fan's expression feel a little more solemn.
This guy is indeed a bit scary.
"The sword is used to rush to gold and chat for a while, and the zither and flowing water must be played by yourself."
While Ye Fan was tensing his nerves, Ye Tianxu was still calm.
Not only was he not overturned by the domineering force of the Guqin, he didn't even shake his wrists at all.
Then, he looked at the guqin and smiled: "The ancient sound is a thousand years old and good piano. No wonder the sound of the piano is so clear."
"Boss Ye is indeed a scholar."
The man in the mask said lightly: "You can see the origin of my piano at a glance."
"The piano is a good piano, but unfortunately people are not good people."
Ye Tianxu smiled peacefully, then his fingers fell on the strings.
"Ding--" �
Compared to the self-pity of the man in the mask, Ye Tianxu's piano sound developed a sense of excitement and ambition.
Ye Fan felt that he had traveled through an era.
The man in the mask's eyes became deeper.
As the sound of the piano sounded in the cold wind, Ye Tianxu's voice also flowed out like flowing water: "The reeds are green, the white dew turns into frost, and the wide sleeves are floating, where are you now?"
"How many times have you experienced vicissitudes and how many times have you been confused?"
"The dress is so vague that it finally becomes a sound."
"There was an era called the Han and Tang dynasties. There was a river called the Yangtze River, and there was a pair of totems called the Dragon and Phoenix."
"There was once a feathered dress called Nishang!"
“Where is that country of etiquette?
Where is my husband's son?"
"I would like to return to the Han and Tang dynasties, play the Jiaohui Palace and Shang dynasties again, wear my Han family's clothes, and promote my country of etiquette."
"I would like to return to the Han and Tang dynasties and write a prosperous chapter again. Why not be afraid of the obstacles and long-lasting things? Look at my Chinese man!"
"Forgotten?
Your ancestor is named Yanhuang..."
"Ding--" Ye Tianxu's fingers fell on the last note, and the whole road became as quiet as stagnant.
No one spoke or took action, and even breathing and cold wind became inaudible.
The man with a mask had an unconcealable touch in his eyes: Have you forgotten?
Your ancestor is named Yan Huang... A simple sentence can easily hit the dream deep in the man's soul in the mask.
He looked at Ye Tianxu not far away and seemed to see a big fish that once lived in Beiming, turning into a giant bird and flying freely between heaven and earth.
The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky, and can still soar up even if it is ninety thousand miles away.
He seemed to have met the unruly and weird young man named "Ji Kang".
With a stern sound, Guangling drifted, and the wide robe and belt flew in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant posture.
The pride on his body is like Li Bai in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He wanders under the moon, singing and waving, waving a long sword, and facing the shadows.
History has submerged his body, but cannot submerged his poems, his sword, and his pride who is not afraid of power.
The man in the mask seemed to remember a loyal soul dissipated beside the West Lake, and the spirit of a nation disappeared irreversibly.
However, in that bloody history, he vaguely saw someone stabbing it into the soil. It was used by the general, a tassel gun that would rather bend than bend.
There are also weak scholars who are unwilling to spread their buns to sacrifice themselves on the plum blossoms.
The vicissitudes of history, the sea of blood and corpse mountain.
All kinds of disasters have passed through China's years and dynasties after dynasty, but they have never been able to bury the spirit of this land.
Today, thousands of years later, it still shines on this hot land.
It's like the ancient relic sound that was flew back by Ye Tianxu again.
Some people hate it, but more people love it.
The man in the mask had a long-lost look in his eyes.
Once upon a time, I also vowed to be that backbone.
Once upon a time, I had to worry about the world first and then be happy about the world.
But I don’t know when it will start, and all my dreams will disappear.
His heart is lost in wealth and power, and in the overwhelming resentment.
Returning is no longer that boy! "Swoosh!"
Just as the man in the mask was in a state of mind, Ye Fan suddenly grabbed a knife and rushed out.