Faced with the sarcasm of the masked man, Ye Tianxu responded neither humble nor overbearing:
"Just like you choose sadness, and I choose hope."
"I lost the power of Ye Tang, but I gained thirty years of peace."
"Looking at the world, how many people like me, with hands stained with blood, can live peacefully and carefree for thirty years?"
"I don't know you, but the strength you have shown shows that you are also a person who can cover the sky with one hand."
"But in the past thirty years, with all your abilities, how many peaceful nights have you slept? How many peaceful meals have you had?"
"Resentment can accumulate, but it can also slowly pass away."
Ye Tianxu spoke word by word: "And I choose to pass away..."
When Ye Fan heard this, he expressed his approval to his uncle.
"How many peaceful sleeps have you had and how many peaceful meals have you had?"
The masked man was slightly startled when he heard this, and then laughed loudly: "It seems that I am too small."
"Stop talking about this, tell me why you're here."
Ye Tianxu looked at the other party and said calmly:
"With the strength and self-cultivation you have shown, you should not be a pawn of any side in Hengcheng."
"If it wasn't for the instigation of Ouyang Yuan and his gang, you would have taken the risk to come to Baocheng to attack a loser like me. Of course, it wasn't for the gambling master."
"Are you here to hide Old K's identity?"
"You dug a trap for Ye Fan to frame me, but the frame-up failed, and you even asked Ye Fan to turn a fight with me into friendship. You are panicking."
"You were worried that I would find out the real old K, so you took advantage of Ouyang Yuan's killer to kill me and protect old K, right?"
"No, with Ouyang Yuan's level, it is impossible for her to know that I have a master of gambling skills. The reason why I know this is probably because of you."
"And the people Ouyang Yuan trusts unconditionally cannot be Agou and Amao. Only the words of Jinyi Pavilion can she not doubt."
"It seems that there is someone of yours in Jinyi Pavilion, and this person can also influence Ouyang Yuan."
"You are so nervous and so afraid of me, it 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 the chance to do it again in the future, but you will also speed up my locking on old K."
"Boss Ye can listen to the sounds and identify words, which shows that he is also a master of the guqin."
The masked man did not respond, but looked at Ye Tianxu and smiled:
"It's rare to see you today, and it's hard to hear the sound. I wonder if Mr. Ye can also play a song so that I can listen to Mr. Ye's natural sound?"
As he spoke, he waved his left hand, and the guqin flew over with a whoosh.
Even though the distance between the two was dozens of meters, Guqin arrived in the blink of an eye, still enveloped in a powerful aura.
When Ye Fan's eyelids trembled slightly and he was worried about danger, Ye Tianxu smiled faintly and grabbed the antelope with horns in his right hand in front of him.
The guqin was held accurately.
The guqin is dilapidated and has only seven strings, but it exudes the atmosphere of vicissitudes of life and looks like it has a history of hundreds of years.
When Ye Tianxu held the lyre, there was a flow of air on both sides.
Ye Fan and the others' clothes fluttered, and a chill slid across their skin.
This made Ye Fan's expression look more solemn.
This guy is indeed a bit scary.
"Wearing a sword and clashing with gold, we can chat for a while, and the harp and harp must be played with flowing water."
While Ye Fan tensed up, Ye Tianxu remained calm.
Not only was he not knocked over by Gu Qin's domineering force, his wrist did not even tremble in the slightest.
Then, he looked at the guqin and smiled: "The sound of the ancient qin is a good qin for thousands of years. No wonder the sound of the qin is so clear and clear."
"Boss Ye is indeed a scholar."
The masked man said calmly: "You can tell the origin of my piano at a glance."
"The piano is a good piano, but it's a pity that the person is not a good person."
Ye Tianxu smiled calmly, and then his fingers fell on the strings.
"bite--"
Just a sharp sound was heard, and the rich sound of the piano instantly occupied everyone's hearts.
Compared to the masked man's self-pity, Ye Tianxu's piano sound gave rise to excitement and aspiration.
Ye Fan felt like he had traveled through an era.
The masked man's eyes became profound.
As the sound of the piano sounded in the cold wind, Ye Tianxu's voice also flowed out like running water:
"The jianjia is green, the white dew is frost, the broad sleeves are fluttering, where are they now?"
"How many vicissitudes of life have you gone through, how many times of hesitation?"
"The clothes and skirts are insignificant and will eventually become silent."
"There once was an era called the Han and Tang Dynasties, there once was a river called the Yangtze River, and there once was a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix."
"There once was a feather coat called Nishang!"
"Where is that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family?"
"I would like to return to the Han and Tang Dynasties, play the role of Hui Palace merchant again, wear the clothes of my Han family, and build my country of etiquette."
"I am willing to return to the Han and Tang Dynasties and write a glorious chapter in the prosperous times. Why worry about the long road ahead? Look at me, a son of China!"
"Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang..."
The sound was like a long and narrow sword in a fishing rod, reaching deep into the heart of the masked man.
"bite--"
Ye Tianxu's fingers dropped the last note, and the entire road became as silent as dead water.
No one spoke or took action, and even the breathing and cold wind became inaudible.
The masked man's eyes were filled with an unconcealable touch:
Have you forgotten? Your ancestor’s name is Yanhuang...
A simple sentence that easily penetrated the dream deep in the soul of the masked man.
He looked at Ye Tianxu not far away, and seemed to see the big fish that once lived in Beiming, turned into a giant bird, flying freely between heaven and earth.
The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It can soar even though it is ninety thousand miles away.
He seemed to have met the weird and bohemian young man named "Ji Kang" again.
As soon as the song died, the mausoleum was scattered, and the broad belt of his robe was flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant posture.
The pride in his body is just like that of Li Bai in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, wandering under the moonlight, singing loudly, waving his sword, and facing three people in the shadows.
History has drowned his body, but it cannot drown his poetry, his sword, and his proud spirit that defies power.
The masked man seemed to think of a wisp of loyal soul that disappeared beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation was irreversibly destroyed.
However, in that bloody history, he vaguely saw someone piercing it into the soil. It was a tassel spear that the general had used, which would rather break than bend.
There is also the frail scholar on Plum Blossom Ridge who is unwilling to let go of his bun and die.
The vicissitudes of history, the sea of blood and the mountains of corpses.
Various disasters have rolled over China year after year and dynasty after dynasty, but they have never been able to bury the spirit of this land.
Today, thousands of years later, it is still shining brightly in this land.
Just like the ancient relics that were flown back by Ye Tianxu.
Some people hate it, but more people love it.
The masked man's eyes had a long-lost gleam.
Once upon a time, I also vowed to be that backbone.
Once upon a time, I also wanted to worry about the world's worries first and then the world's happiness.
But I don’t know when it started, all my dreams disappeared.
His heart was lost in wealth, power, and overwhelming resentment.
He is no longer the same boy when he returns!
"Whoosh!"
Just when the masked man was distracted, Ye Fan suddenly grabbed a knife and rushed out.
