In fact, from Miao Qingcheng's point of view, given the old man's status, if he really had something difficult to solve, he might not be able to help, but he had to express it, otherwise he would lose face.
Although Wu Yuanyuan was annoyed by the old man's previous joke, she was also confused at this time: "Grandpa Le, with your ability, I don't know what could make you so angry?"
The old man just shook his head and rubbed his face, as if talking more was useless: "I won't understand even if I tell you. How can you understand my pain? It's okay if you don't tell me."
He poured a bowl of wine, gulped it down, and laughed uproariously, with a depressed look on his face. Zhuo Mufeng even wondered if this old guy had a mental problem, or maybe he was being stimulated.
Everyone looked at each other, dumbfounded. Shocked by the other party's aura, no one dared to say anything.
Miao Qingcheng patiently said: "Brother Le, you and my husband have been friends for many years, and you have saved my husband's life several times. The whole Wu family is grateful to you. Now you are in trouble, but my little sister can't help you."
If your husband finds out about this, I'm afraid he will scold my little sister."
The old man's mood was waning and he said: "I don't want to say it. It's none of your business. Boy Wu wouldn't be so unreasonable."
This was because he was determined not to say anything anymore. As a result, Miao Qingcheng had no choice but to force the other party, so he had no choice but to keep silent.
Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted: "Why, I hate you so much..."
The sound shook the sky, and the loud sound waves suddenly made everyone's heads pound, and even their eardrums almost shattered.
Those with lower cultivation levels, such as Hai Sisi, Hai Teng, and even Zhuo Mufeng, felt dizzy and fell down straight. If the people around the three of them had not had quick eyes and quick hands, they would have fallen into the river.
The exclamations came one after another, and were all covered up in the old man's roar, and then gradually dissipated, forming waves of echoes. There was some chaos on the bamboo rafts, but Zhuo Mufeng was unable to feel it. He only felt that his brain was about to explode, and the world was spinning in front of his eyes.
After a long moment, he shook his head, bared his teeth, and struggled to break away from the man in yellow. His head was a little swollen and painful, and his ears were still buzzing, and his hearing seemed to be affected.
Looking at the other people, except for a few people such as Miao Qingcheng, Mrs. Rejoice and the man in yellow, they all had frightened faces, obviously frightened by the scene just now.
Zhuo Mufeng rubbed his forehead and ears, feeling deep fear in his heart. Wouldn't it be unfair if he was shocked into being stupid and deaf?
He looked at the initiator fiercely, only to see the old man holding his head in his hands, lying on the desk, muttering something in pain, especially unaware of the good deeds he had done.
This old guy is definitely a psycho!
But the other party's martial arts also frightened Zhuo Mufeng. Judging from the way the other party acted just now, it was definitely not intentional. It was obvious that he just roared in anger and almost seriously injured himself.
How strong must this old guy be? Hearing what Miao Qingcheng said just now, he had saved the old witch several times, but Zhuo Mufeng couldn't figure out who this person was.
Hai Teng and Hai Sisi, brothers and sisters, also had lingering fears.
Hai Teng did not forget to look at Wu Yuanyuan, and when he saw that she was fine, he immediately showed an expression of relief, leaving Zhuo Mufeng, who noticed all this, speechless.
Mrs. Rejoice gave Miao Qingcheng a look. She wanted to take her children away, but she was really scared. If it hadn't been for her good luck, the pair of babies she had raised so hard had almost become deaf. How could she explain to her dead husband?
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Miao Qingcheng smiled sheepishly. She had always known how unreliable the old man was, and was afraid of hurting her sisters. She was about to speak when she saw the old man raise his head.
With a look of pain on his face, he suddenly said: "In the past few years, I have traveled around the world with Lu'er and Hong'er, roaming the mountains and rivers, hoping to play a song that suits my mood, so as to sublimate my realm and reach a higher level.
However, it has been too late.
I have clearly grasped that feeling. There is only one layer of window paper missing, but I just can't break through and reach what's behind.
Miao Yatou, you can't imagine that feeling. You are obviously very close, but when you reach out your hand, you find that you are far away. This feeling is driving my brother crazy. If this continues, he will go crazy!"
Only then did Miao Qingcheng realize that the old man's usually slender eyes actually had a trace of tiredness, and he was shocked.
It should be noted that with the old man's skill, even if he didn't sleep for three days and three nights, this situation would not happen. The only explanation is that the other party had inner demons, which caused him to be mentally exhausted.
The old man is a master of piano skills, and his martial arts are also related to the piano. If this matter is not resolved for a long time, it may really affect the old man's cultivation strength!
On the contrary, once the opponent gets past this level, they will make further progress!
The old man was Wu Guanting's old friend, and the power he held had a tacit understanding with the Sanjiang Alliance. Miao Qingcheng wanted to help him in both public and private matters, and in matters of emotion and reason.
However, although Miao Qingcheng was proficient in piano skills, she was far inferior to the old man. How could she solve the things that were difficult for him to solve? She felt anxious in her heart and asked in the same voice: "Brother, why don't you go find some old friends to solve the problem?"
Confused."
She knew that the old man's friends were all real top figures in the world, and some of them even came from the Holy Land. With their knowledge, they might be able to think of a solution.
The old man smiled bitterly and said: "My brother has thought of it a long time ago. He has visited those people a long time ago. Although he has some experience, he still can't break through the last level. It's just a little bit short!"
Miao Qingcheng advised softly: "You might as well stop for a moment to stabilize your state of mind."
The old man shook his head: "The inner demon has arisen, and there is no way to contain it. If you don't advance, you will retreat! Girl Miao, I have a hunch that if we don't break through in the past few days, our skill will definitely plummet! When the news comes out, those enemies, hehehehe
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Miao Qingcheng obviously didn't expect the situation to be so bad. Her pretty face suddenly changed color. After thinking about it, she replied: "Brother, please follow me back to the Sanjiang League."
The old man sighed helplessly: "We can avoid it for a while, but we can't avoid it forever. What should come will always come. It's only my fault that I was too greedy and wanted to forcefully break through the realm, so I ended up in a mess. You need to tell Wu Boy about this and let him
Learn your lesson and don’t follow in my footsteps.”
After saying that, the old man started to pour himself wine again. The lyre was placed in front of him, but he didn't even look at it.
Everyone didn't know what the two talked about, they could only feel the fluctuations in their internal energy. The two maids looked at the rude old man, and then at Miao Qingcheng, with worried faces on their faces.
Zhuo Mufeng wanted to urge Miao Qingcheng to leave as soon as possible.
He couldn't wait any longer. Looking at the old guy's shocked look, who knew if he would suddenly scream again, but the timing was not right. He was afraid of being targeted, so he could only act anxiously.
The bamboo raft drifted for another moment, and Miao Qingcheng, who was silent, suddenly said: "Brother, would you mind playing your piano for the people present?"
The old man just drank another bowl of wine, put down the bowl of wine, looked at her strangely, and then looked at the others. He snorted slightly and remained silent, obviously refusing.
Miao Qingcheng knew that this old brother had a weird temper, especially when it came to his piano, which most people wouldn't let touch at all.
But she still wanted to do her best, even though she knew it was useless, so she tried to persuade: "The so-called brainstorming means that everyone has their own personal interests and insights.
For those who really understand the piano, the most touching thing about the piano is not the level of skill, nor the inconsistency of the music scores, but the short-term mood and feelings when playing the piano. It is said that the piano moves people.
Brother, why don’t you let everyone present give it a try, maybe you can find someone who shares your mind and can help you understand!”
The old man continued to drink without saying a word, with a look of dumbfounding on his face.
When Miao Qingcheng saw this, she could only sigh. The other party didn't even want to try, so what else could she do?
Of course, she herself felt that this method was a bit ridiculous. Even the top big shots couldn't help the old man, so how could she expect people like herself? No wonder the old man ignored it.
But now the time is tight and the conditions are limited. If you try it without losing a piece of meat, what if a miracle happens?
The old man's heart was full of pain and annoyance, and the free and easy smile in the past turned into a bitter smile on his lips that was more bitter than wine.
When he thought about the situation that he and the people around him would face after his skills deteriorated, he felt so cold that he couldn't even hear clearly what Miao Qingcheng was saying behind him.
Looking at the lyre next to his arm, the old man had the urge to smash it, and almost did it. After thinking about it, he resisted the urge, stood up, picked up the wine jar, and ran directly to the other side of the bamboo raft to drink.
went.
Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally they all looked at Miao Qingcheng, feeling a little at a loss.
Miao Qingcheng stared at the old man's back for a long time, but she was decisive. She gritted her teeth and took the lead in holding Madam Rejoice's hand: "Sister, you showed off your piano skills in the last few times you came to Sanjiang League as a guest. You might as well let everyone see it.
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"Sister, this..."
Mrs. Rejoice is not stupid. Of course she knows that this matter must be related to the old man, but the other party has not agreed to let her play. If she offends the other party, she cannot afford to offend him.
Miao Qingcheng said with relief: "I have everything, sister, don't worry, my brother won't care about it."
Mrs. Rejoice was still hesitant and even wanted to ask the old man, but wouldn't it embarrass Miao Qingcheng in public?
Thinking of the friendship between Miao Qingcheng and herself, and with the other party as a guarantee, the old man would not kill her if something happened, so Mrs. Rejoice had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Without waiting for the Haiteng brothers and sisters to stop her, she sat upright on the futon where the old man was sitting. Her ten fingers were as white and slender as spring onions, and she placed them lightly on the strings. She took a deep breath to stabilize her mood, and then started playing.
Mrs. Rejoice did not enter the world of martial arts in her early years. She was also a lady, and she dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. This performance is indeed a bit good, but it is far behind compared with the old man. At most, it sounds good.
Zhuo Mufeng also learned the guqin in his previous life, and even obtained a level qualification certificate. He tsk-tucked in his heart and found that Mrs. Rejoice's guqin skills were quite good, at least better than himself.
At the end of the song, Zhuo Mufeng took the lead in applauding: "Okay!"
It turned out that no one responded, and everyone looked at him strangely. Mrs. Rejoice's face turned red, and she looked at him with a rather embarrassed look.
Zhuo Mufeng slapped his forehead and realized that he had been stupid. With the old man Zhuyu in front of him, if he suddenly shouted "Hello", wouldn't it make people think that he was mocking Mrs. Rejoice?