Chapter 401 Smiling Proud Jianghu!

Xuanchen's answer surprised many people. Ye Qingyan glanced at Xuanchen with gloomy eyes, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Xuanchen's indulgence is not without reason.

The sunrise in the east and the rain in the west is sunny but sunny.

The purple-robed man stared at Xuanchen with a lonely look, and a playful look flashed in his eyes.

Liu Yaoxian was slightly silent, and she seemed to have heard the story, with a helpless beginning and a sad ending.

Xuanchen was not like this. He was talented and was known as the first person of the young generation of the Xuan family. He was handsome and his heart beat only for a woman, but later everything changed.

This is where Xuanchen is unruly today.

"What about you, what did you hear from the piano music?" Liu Yaoxian suddenly opened his mouth and said to Ye Qingyan.

Everyone also turned to Ye Qingyan. In fact, at the moment when Ye Qingyan stepped into the Ruyi Building, many people had noticed him, with blue shirt and silver hair, handsome face, and acquaintance with the prodigal prince Xuanchen. His identity is self-evident.

The prince of the city who set off a lot of waves in the Muhuang City, Tianshui Xiaoyao Wang Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan got up and smiled faintly. He didn't mind the gaze of everyone. He stared at Liu Yaoxian's glazed eyes and smiled for a long time and said, "Can I borrow your guqin?"

Ye Qingyan is tall and upright, his voice is clear, his eyes are warm, like a clear spring, deep and soft, making people involuntarily indulge.

As soon as Ye Qingyan's words came out, it instantly aroused public anger.

"Who do you think you are? Can Qin Yao Fairy borrow it?"

"I don't know where the thick boy came from? How dare he say that he borrowed the piano from Yaoqin Fairy?"

"I still wear blue shirts and silver hair, and pick myself up like Ye Qingyan. How many people in the world think they are Ye Qingyan? Unfortunately, it's all dreams!"

"Oh! Staying with the promiscuous prince, he may really be the legendary prince Ye Qingyan!"

"If you dare to borrow the piano from the Qinyao fairy, it's really Ye Qingyan, and I will scold you, hum!"

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In the ears of the people present, Ye Qingyan is really too "rebellious". Who are you? Why did you borrow the piano from Qinyao Fairy?

"This man is a great enemy in life!" Mr. Xuantian stared at Ye Qingyan, his right hand clenched in an instant, and his eyes flashed.

"Ye Qingyan, the son of Qingcheng!" Chen Huang, dressed in a sapphire blue robe, played with the jade wrench on his thumb and looked playful.

"This person is Ye Qingyan!" Cui Lan, the eldest son of the Cui family, looked curiously at Ye Qingyan, then raised a cup of tea and took a small sip.

The people present thought that Liu Yaoxian would refuse. After all, Liu Yaoxian has been famous for rejecting people thousands of miles away for so long. The princes of these big families have used all kinds of means, and finally returned in disgrace.

What's more, Liu Yaoxian is a piano master. He is sure that he will cherish his life and will not borrow it, but the fact is beyond everyone's expectation.

Hearing that Ye Qingyan wanted to borrow the piano, Liu Yaoxian only hesitated slightly, but waved his jade hand gently, and an antique racle flew down from the top of the nine-fold attic.

"Wo!"

Ye Qingyan smiled, his right hand stretched out, the void was round, and the power of ice and fire loomed. The strength of the Guqin was unloaded in an instant. Ye Qingyan waved his big sleeve, and the seven-string guqin was placed on the sandalwood table in front of him.

Ye Qingyan looked at the seven-string guqin carefully, and his eyes were not praised. After a long time, he said, "If Ye is right, this guqin should be the legendary phoenix tail!"

Fengweiqin is said to have been made by a piano master in ancient times. It is said that he personally broke into the sycamore forest to kill a phoenix, covered the phoenix skin, took the phoenix tendons as the string, and finally sealed the phoenix spirit into the guqin to achieve a peerless famous piano that has been recited through the ages, that is the phoenix-tailed piano.

"That's right, it's the phoenix tail!" Liu Yao's immortal voice is extremely plain and calm.

Ye Qingyan's lips hooked gently. Few people in the world knew that the Fengweiqin was in Liu Yaoxian's hands, but the last time they met in Flame City, Ye Qingyan knew this. Now she herself admitted that the sick Guqin was a phoenixtail, that is, she indirectly admitted that she was Liu Yaoxian.

"Ding Dong!"

Ye Qingyan scratched the strings with his fingertips, and the sound of jingle sounded pleasantly, which made people feel refreshed.

Known as the prince of Qingcheng, Ye Qingyan has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Maybe his skills are not as good as Liu Yaoxian, but Ye Qingyan is confident and much more than those famous fishing people in the world.

The fingertips move the strings, and the strings tremble, like a stream. As soon as the sound of the piano sounds, it instantly gives people a refreshing feeling.

The sound of the piano is ethereal, and everyone listens to the sound of the piano. In a trance, they seem to be immersed in a story full of resentment and resentment, which is difficult to extricate themselves.

The green shirt laughs, drunk and free, the big waves are surging, and the resentment disappears with the wind. How many heroes have been crying for the rivers and lakes, laughing for the rivers and lakes, and sprinkling blood for the rivers and lakes, but they have no regrets, cleaning up the heroes and looking at the present.

Looking back, don't laugh, the ground is full of desolate accumulation, a pot of turbid wine, a wooden sword, laughing at the people getting drunk, leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain, and looking at the rivers and lakes.

Ye Qingyan's piano music is sometimes exciting, sometimes lonely, sometimes sad, like a peerless hero, walking through the ups and downs, watching the clouds, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life, and finally laughing on the top of the lonely mountain, desolate and lonely, dancing with a sword, saying the vicissitudes of life. Looking back, he seems to have seen Zeng Jing, a young man with a magnificent spirit, with a three-foot sword, vowed to kill into the sky, cut through the chaos, return the world to a bright universe, clean up the prosperous past, look back indifferently, and smile with kindness and hatred.

Ye Qingyan finally brushed the strings and paused gently with his fingertips. Everyone only felt a beautiful piano sound in their hearts, responding to the ethereal piano sound, which coincided with each other and suppressed a rhyme.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the field was silent.

The sound is endless for three days.

"Good piano, good song!"

Liu Yaoxian was silent for a long time, stared at Ye Qingyan, and suddenly said, "What's the name of this song?"

"Laughing Proud Jianghu!" Ye Qingyan got up, brushed the antique phoenix tail with his right hand, and smiled.

"Laughing Proud Jianghu, a Smiling Proud Jianghu!"

Liu Yaoxian's eyes were slightly bright. The name, coupled with that song, is simply a match made in heaven. She gently squeezed her red lips and said, "Come to Xiaoxiang Pavilion!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone stared at Ye Qingyan, and their eyes were full of envy and hatred. The name of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is elegant, but it is actually the place where Liu Yaoxian has lived for a long time. Now it is lucky to invite Ye Qingyan to enter, not to say whether anything will happen and step into it.

"slow!"

Mr. Xuantian opened his mouth, looked at Ye Qingyan jealously, and arched his hand to Liu Yaoxian and said, "Xuan wants to know why Miss Qinyao chose him because he played a piano song?"

Mr. Xuantian opened his mouth, and Chen Huang and Cui Lan both looked at him with playful eyes.

Although everyone in the four directions felt that Ye Qingyan played well, when it came to beauty, everything had to stand aside, so they opened their mouths one after another and asked Liu Yaoxian why.

"Yes, why did you choose him? Is it because he can play the piano?"

"I can also play the piano. When I was a child, my teacher praised me for having the potential of playing the piano!"

"If Miss Qinyao doesn't say why, we will never promise to let Ye Qingyan enter Xiaoxiang Pavilion today!"

"He's so handsome that I don't like him!"

"With thin skin and tender flesh, a big man is actually more beautiful than a woman. When he sees him, he wants to beat him all over his face!"

"Little white face..."

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For a moment, the group was excited and scolded constantly. Ye Qingyan smiled bitterly and seemed to provoke the public anger.

"If you want to know the reason, I will tell you!"

After Liu Yaoxian and others vented their anger, they said, "His piano song is called Xiao Ao Jianghu, and what I play is called Hongchen Yimeng!"

"What do you mean?" Mr. Xuantian frowned and asked.

"The dream of Qinyao girl Hongchen is talking about the past, and Ye's smile is talking about the future!"

Ye Qingyan held the phoenix tail in his left hand, looked up at Liu Yaoxian and smiled.

Liu Yaoxian nodded slightly, "What Mr. Ye is right. I sigh is the past, and what he longs for is the future!"

The past cannot be traced, and the future can be expected. The world recalls dreams, recalls the past, recalls the past, and has a lot of sadness. It laughs proudly, laughs at the present, laughs at the future, laughs at the sad memories of the past, the other laughs at the future, the other is melancholy, and the other is heroic, which is not relative, but there is finally a little mixed charm in the contradiction.

Mr. Xuantian snorted coldly and sat down slowly with gloomy eyes.

"Ky, go!"

Xuan Chen patted Ye Qingyan on the shoulder, blinked his eyes, and smiled, "Spring night is worth a thousand dollars. Don't humiliate our brothers!"

Xuanchen's voice was not low, and at this moment, the needle fell and could be heard again. Everyone present heard it. Mr. Xuantian trembled angrily and his face turned green.

Ye Qingyan shrugged his shoulders, wrapped his right hand around the phoenix tail, and his body shook, shooting straight at the nine-fold attic.