In Yang Xingzhou's view, the biggest deceiver in the Swordsman world is Lin Yuantu. This guy even deceives his own descendants.

With his cultivation and wisdom, it is not impossible for him to create a magical skill of his own. This person has the ability of photographic memory and is a great master of Shaolin Temple. Both internal and external skills have reached the state of transformation. Logically speaking, he can do it no matter what.

He left behind several magical skills for future generations.

But in the end, what he left to the descendants of the Lin family was only an ordinary martial arts and an abridged version of evil-proofing swordsmanship, which laid the foundation for the annihilation of the family for future generations.

The key point is to keep the evil-repelling sword technique, and I also asked future generations not to look at it. Why do you keep it if you can't look at it? This approach is simply inexplicable. I guess anyone who practices evil-proof sword technique will have this in their mind.

I have a few words to say about Ma Ma Ma Pi.

Lin Zhennan is now practicing swordplay in his own palace. It seems that Mrs. Lin is well aware of its shortcomings, otherwise she would not hate this swordsmanship so much.

"This swordsmanship is your own inheritance. Whether you want to practice it or not, you have to weigh the pros and cons. It is best to read more Buddhist scriptures and Taoist canons when practicing, so as not to fall into evil ways."

Seeing the look of regret and sadness in Mrs. Lin's eyes, Yang Xingzhou smiled, kicked Wang Yuanba away, and walked out of the house. Wang Yuanba was so old, so he just needed to be taught a lesson.

There was no need to kill him. The main reason was that Yang Xingzhou couldn't stand his nickname, so he came to teach him a lesson. At this time, he was too lazy to pay attention to these people.

He left as soon as he said he wanted to. He came unexpectedly and left happily. It was not until a long time after he left that everyone in the house slowly stood up and looked at each other for a few times. They all felt that their faces were dull, but they were glad that they were alive.

Lin Pingzhi helped his mother up and whispered: "Mom, it's time for us to go."

Mrs. Lin said: "Yes, it's time to go!"

Although they were not the ones who brought Yang Xingzhou here this time, they still had something to do with them after all. The Wang Yuanba family had lost such a big person. If they were to live here again, it would be Lin Pingzhi’s uncle and cousin.

My brothers may not be able to tolerate them.

Speaking of Yang Xingzhou, after leaving the Wang family, he thought about it and was not in a hurry to leave the city. He found an old man nearby and asked, "Do you know where the Green Bamboo Man lives?"

Luoyang Green Bamboo Man is a bamboo craftsman who makes a living by weaving bamboo baskets and bamboo mats. He can also play the piano and flute, and is good at bamboo painting. He can be called an elegant man. He is highly regarded by the local people. Many wealthy businessmen are interested in him.

Asking his daughter for paintings can be regarded as a local celebrity.

Most of the people in Luoyang City knew that there was such a person, so when Yang Xingzhou asked about this person, the passerby was slightly stunned and then said: "Green Bamboo Man? He is in the East City! Did the young master also ask him for paintings?"

This man has a very weird temper. If you just give him money to paint, he may not be willing to do it. He will only paint a few strokes if he likes you."

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "It's a bit like the madmen of the Wei and Jin Dynasties."

Immediately, he rode towards the east city, walking along the way, passing through several small streets, and came to a narrow alley.

At the end of the alley, there is a large green bamboo bush, swaying in the wind, elegant and natural.

As soon as I stepped into the alley, I heard the melody of the piano and someone was playing the harp. The alley was cool and quiet, and it seemed like a completely different world from Luoyang City outside, but it was similar to Gushan Plum Village.

Yang Xingzhou rode his horse slowly, and when he reached the end, he heard a clang. A string in the courtyard suddenly cut off, and the sound of the piano stopped.

An old voice said: "Your distinguished guest is here in vain, I don't know what to teach you."

Yang Xingzhou tied the horse to the stone pillar next to him, stepped into the green bamboo bush, and said: "I don't want to be an honored guest. I just want to make friends with you today and compare my piano and flute skills and painting skills. Nothing else."

I don’t want anything.”

The people in the courtyard seemed stunned and said: "I am an old bamboo craftsman, how can I have the qualifications to compete with others..."

Before he finished his sentence, Yang Xingzhou walked through the bamboo bushes and entered the small courtyard. He smiled and said, "Why are you so self-effacing?"

Entering the courtyard, I saw five small rooms in front, two on the left and three on the right, all made of thick bamboo. An old man was walking out of the room on the right. After seeing Yang Xingzhou clearly, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face: "

You are Yang..."

The old man's body was slightly stooped, and there was not much hair on the top of his head. He had big hands and feet, but he was very energetic. However, his body was trembling slightly at this time, as if he had been greatly frightened. He stayed in place and did not dare to move.

Yang Xingzhou smiled, walked around the old man, and went straight into the hut behind him. When he walked into the hut, he saw tables, chairs, and couches, all of which were made of bamboo. An ink bamboo painting hung on the wall, with vertical and horizontal strokes and dripping ink.

, which has a rather forbidding meaning. There is a Yao Qin and a Dong Xiao on the table.

"good!"

Yang Xingzhou scanned the many items in the house and applauded loudly: "Although you are from Jianghu, you are indeed somewhat elegant. Miss Ren is very happy living here."

The old man in the courtyard just realized what he was doing and said loudly: "What Miss Ren? The old man is alone, how can there be anyone else in the courtyard?"

He spoke in his mouth, walked quickly to the door of the hut, and looked at Yang Xingzhou nervously: "Yang... Master, what do you want to learn from me when you come here?"

He blocked the door, sweat pouring out from his forehead. Although he tried to calm down, the sound of his heartbeat and blood flow could not be concealed from others. His clothes were also slightly bulging, which showed that he had summoned all his strength and seemed to be ready to risk his life at any time.

Yang Xingzhou shook his head and laughed: "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill anyone. I just want to play a few songs here and stay for a few days."

Having said this, he slowly sat down in front of the Yao Qin, and lightly touched the strings with his fingers, and a sound like a clear spring suddenly sounded.

"This piano is good!"

Yang Xingzhou put his hands on the Yao Qin and played it slowly, and a piece of music flowed out from under his hands. This old man was the Green Bamboo Man. He was a person who knew how to play the Qin. After Yang Xingzhou played it a few times, he knew it was a Guqin.

The song is called "The Wind Enters the Pine".

Originally, "The Wind Into the Pine" was not a great piece of music. Almost all piano players could play it. The difference was only in the artistic conception and the quality of the fingering.

But there has never been anyone like Yang Xingzhou who, with just a few notes, clearly expressed the artistic conception of the breeze blowing through the pine forest.

Although it is autumn at this time, the summer heat has not subsided, and Green Bamboo Weng was sweating all over because of anxiety. After the sound of the piano sounded, it was really like a breeze blowing into the pine forest, making Green Bamboo Weng's body heat immediately dissipate. He was originally anxious.

My mood also relaxed.

He has seen many musical masters in his life, but he has almost never seen anyone with such artistic conception in piano art. Even his aunt is not as good as him.

After Yang Xingzhou finished playing the song, he smiled and said: "Green Bamboo Man, I have a book of music and flute music here. Come and see if you can play it."

While talking, he took out a sheet of music from his arms and handed it to the old man: "Come and try it."

Green Bamboo Man was slightly stunned and said: "What do you call me, Your Majesty? This handicraft skill puts me to shame."

Yang Xingzhou said: "Don't you know my name? Okay, I'll tell you, my name is Yang Xingzhou!"

Green Bamboo Man's voice suddenly rose: "Yang Xingzhou? I seem to have heard your name."

Yang Xingzhou heard his voice rising and knew that he meant to warn the people in the courtyard. He chuckled, and without saying anything, he stood up and said: "My music score is called "Swordsman", and it has two parts: piano score and flute score.

I have played it with Huang Zhonggong several times, but the result was a bit disappointing. Now I give you the music score. Come and see if you can play this piece. I will come here again tomorrow, and I hope you will not disappoint me."

He said a few words and then walked out of the small courtyard. After a while, he heard the sound of horse hooves fading away and leaving.

Green Bamboo Man shook his body and almost fell down on the spot, and whispered: "Auntie, does he already know our identity?"

A female voice came from the next room: "Yes, it seems that we can't hide it from the eyes of these people. This person is really powerful. He killed enemies all the way from Hangzhou to Luoyang, and he was so full of energy without any injuries. This

Is it because the experts of our holy religion are incompetent, or is this person too powerful?"

Green Bamboo Man said: "The masters of the Holy Cult are not incompetent. This person really has earth-shattering means. Auntie, if you want me to tell you, let's leave now. I really have no confidence in resisting this person."

The female voice said: "We have already come, do you think we are still allowed to leave?"

She sighed and said: "What does this guy named Yang mean by leaving music scores? Does he really want to play the music? But just now he played the song "Wind in the Pines", which really had a profound artistic conception. It was really like the wind entering the pine forest.

He has a broad mind. I didn’t expect that this person is so good at martial arts and has such amazing attainments in music.”

Green Bamboo Man said: "He doesn't even take Huang Zhonggong seriously. His skill in playing the piano and flute seems to be extremely good."

The woman said: "Try playing the music score and see what the music score is."

Green Bamboo Man said: "Yes."

Sitting in front of the Yao Qin, I opened the music score and started playing immediately. I only heard the sound of the Qin, which was elegant and beautiful.

The woman said: "This music score is very good, I don't know who wrote it."

Green Bamboo Man had not been playing for long, when suddenly the sound of the piano rose higher, louder and louder, the sound was extremely sharp, there was a clang, and one of the strings was broken, and then a few notes higher, and there was a clang, and the string broke again.

One was broken.

He said "Huh" and said, "Auntie, this music score is so strange."

The woman said: "Isn't there still music for the flute? You can try the music for the flute again."

The green bamboo man turned to the flute music book and picked up the hole flute next to him. The sound of the flute came out from the green bamboo bushes. At first, it was melodious and touching, but then the sound of the flute became lower and lower, almost inaudible. He played again

After a few notes, the flute becomes mute and the sound is very unpleasant.

Green Bamboo Man sighed and said: "Auntie, this guy surnamed Yang is deliberately trying to be difficult. If you play according to his music score, you won't be able to complete the music at all."

The woman said: "Bring it to me and take a look."

Green Bamboo Man said: "Yes."

When he walked out of the room, he saw a girl in green clothes slowly walking out of the room next to her. The girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with extremely beautiful appearance. She walked up to the Green Bamboo Man, took the music sheet and said, "I'll try it."

try."

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