There has always been debate about the authenticity of Master Chi Yan.
Even though many people witnessed Gu Qingfeng crushing a natural treasure in Xiaozhe Villa, they still didn't believe that, just as Fei Ying said just now, the real Master Chi Yan was indeed very powerful in body, but his physical body was not that powerful.
The representative is Mr. Chi Yan.
If it were anyone else, everyone wouldn't be arguing like this.
In fact, it is too outrageous to be wiped out from ashes and then resurrected again.
Coupled with the fact that Young Master Chi Yan is also known as the successor of the king, Gu Qingfeng quickly became a topical figure in the Northwest.
Everyone has always wanted to know whether the Taoist monk Bitter Winter is the real Master Chi Yan, and also whether the Master Chi Yan is the real successor to the king.
Therefore, when they saw Wei Chaoqun and a group of influential people coming to test the authenticity of Young Master Chi Yan, other members of the Five Color Flower Club also joined in.
Ouyang Ye, who was already a little guilty, felt even more guilty now. Her heart was pounding and her mind was in chaos. Previously, there was a cold winter and thousands of mountains at Xiaozhe Villa. She was not afraid of anything. Now she is alone, facing such a scene.
I really don't know what to do.
"I really don't know why you people always suspect that my eldest brother is fake, and you also say that my eldest brother is a liar. It's really annoying." Xiao Jin'er was a little unhappy and said: "Let me tell you, my eldest brother is not fake, let alone
I’m not a liar, don’t talk nonsense.”
Next to him, Master Wenzhu wanted to take Xiao Jin'er away because he heard Ouyang Ye say that Master Chiyan was a fake, but Xiao Jin'er took him as real. Now seeing so many people want him
Testing, although he was worried about Ouyang Ye in his heart, he also knew that he could not help much.
"Grandpa, why are you pulling me? What I said is the truth. Big brother is not a lie to begin with."
Xiao Jin'er twisted her shoulders and signaled Master Wenzhu not to stop her, and said: "Brother, since they don't believe it, just play a song and let them listen to it, and see if they dare to speak out in the future.
You are fake."
Gu Qingfeng has been sitting there, from beginning to end.
His expression was very calm, and there was no sign of any joy, anger or sorrow. However, when Mr. Kumu came over, he stood up, nodded and said hello.
"No need to be polite."
Obviously, Mr. Kumu also seemed to want to know whether the Gu Qingfeng in front of him was real or fake. He stared at Gu Qingfeng and asked: "I have also heard about Master Chi Yan's musical attainments, but you..."
Gu Qingfeng smiled, a little helplessly.
"Senior Kumu, don't you even believe in my big brother?"
"this……"
"Haha, Senior Kumu, the real Master Chiyan's musical attainments may be unparalleled in the world, but as for the fake one...it's hard to say."
"That's right, doesn't he claim to be the unparalleled Young Master Chi Yan? Let him play the King's Wind Rises from Daqingshan and see how many mysteries he can play."
"My eldest brother said that there is no music in the world that he can't play, especially the king's music. My eldest brother can play it." Xiao Jin'er raised her little head and said unconvinced: "And, no matter it is a song
Whether it’s the mystery or the momentum or the artistic conception contained in it, my big brother can play it.”
What Xiao Jin'er said is really a bit big.
Many people in the big venue took it as a joke.
Ouyang Ye stood next to him with a livid face, looking like he was lost, and kept muttering in his heart: It's over, it's over this time, everything is over... It's too late... Lao Jiu's identity will definitely be exposed now.
of……
"Since Your Majesty's tone is so loud, it will really open our eyes this time."
"Yes! Not to mention the artistic conception of the wind blowing up the Daqing Mountain, nor the momentum. Even though it contains the nine hundred and ninety-nine levels of the Dzogchen Red Thunder mystery, none of us have ever heard of it. I hope Master Chiyan can do it for me.
I will play a piece of music and the wind will blow up the Qingshan Mountains, so that I can experience it for a long time."
Many people were laughing and sarcastic, and some shook their heads and sighed: "It's fake, it must be fake. No matter what song you play, it can produce a mysterious momentum and artistic conception, and it's also the king's song. This... Such nonsense is universal."
Who dares to say anything else?"
"Yes! I have always heard that the real Master Chi Yan has unparalleled musical attainments in the world, but that's just hearsay. I don't know what his musical attainments are. Don't say he is a fake. Even if he is really afraid, there is nothing wrong with him.
Such a skill!"
At this time, Gu Qingfeng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke and said, "Is that the music score of Wind Rises from the Daqing Mountains that the old man is holding in his hand?"
"Exactly."
"Can I borrow it?"
Taoist Kumu nodded and handed over the music score in his hand.
Wei Chaoqun smiled and said: "Haha, this is not only the score of Wind Rises in Daqingshan, but it is also the authentic handwriting written by the king himself. Since you claim to be Young Master Chi Yan and the king's successor, shouldn't you even have the king's handwriting?
Don’t you know him?”
Gu Qingfeng ignored it, just looked at the music score in his hand, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
The score is written on a piece of cloth.
Gu Qingfeng still clearly remembers the sudden inspiration and epiphany in his heart. He temporarily took off a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrote down the music score he had learned. He also used the five-color powder from Wuseshan. The handwriting on the music score still remains to this day.
He used his remaining spirit from back then, and used his spiritual consciousness to sense the remaining spirit in the music score again, but he also felt a little childish.
The only thing that made him feel and sigh was that he didn't expect that after so many years, the old man still kept this rag. Both the handwriting and the spirit were as good as new. He must have taken good care of it. Otherwise, the remaining spirit would probably be lost.
It has disappeared long ago...
Folding the score, Gu Qingfeng handed it to Taoist Kumu and said, "I'm interested, thank you."
Taoist Kumu looked stunned, as if he didn't understand what Gu Qingfeng meant. What does it mean to be intentional? What does it mean to thank you? What does it mean?
"I wonder why Master is thanking you?"
"Thank you, old man, for preserving this music score so well."
"this……"
"Master Chiyan, when you return the music score to Senior Kumu, are you not going to play it?"
After Wei Chaoqun finished speaking, Ding Rui also followed up and said: "How could you not play? In my opinion, Master Chi Yan understood it thoroughly after just one glance. Maybe he can really play the wind up the Qingshan Mountain later."
It plays the mystery of Dzogchen."
"Ha! I'm looking forward to it!"
"Not just you, who among us doesn't look forward to it?"
Gu Qingfeng drank all the wine in the glass, then poured two more glasses, handed them over, and said: "Old man, can I offer you three glasses of wine?"
Taoist Kumu frowned, not knowing why. After thinking for a moment, he took the wine glass.
"Back in Daqingshan, the old man was seriously injured while trying to save Gu Sirius. He was in trouble so he couldn't come to see you in person. Today I'm here on his behalf to offer you three glasses of wine!"