Chapter 04 Encounter

Guangyi nodded with a smile and asked, "Which song are you most proficient in?"

Yan Ji replied, "High mountains and flowing water!"

At this time, the old tea-making man's cough suddenly worsened and fell on the piano table. He couldn't straighten up, afraid that he could no longer stroke the piano. Seeing this, several tea guests shouted one after another, "Hey! Can the old man still play the piano? We paid for listening to the piano. If we can't play it, girl, come and play it. We have to go after drinking tea.

The girl in blue was so scared that she trembled with a sudden shout. She calmed down and said timidly, "The little woman hasn't learned to stroke the piano and can't play."

The tea guests were reluctant and said one after another, "Looking at the old man's appearance, I'm afraid he can't play any more. Just return the money to us!"

Seeing that a piano song was about to be played, she returned the money like this. The girl was really reluctant, but when she thought that Grandpa was not in good health, she could no longer stroke the piano. She was afraid that he would be reluctant to refund the money. She insisted that playing it wouldlei her body. Finally, she said, "Then I will refund the money to you."

Although those tea guests had no objection, they couldn't help complaining: "It's really disappointing. I've only listened to half of the song, and I can't play it."

Yan Ji saw this scene and immediately understood the true meaning of the master's question. He got up and walked to the old man who made tea and said, "I have a little understanding of the rhythm. Can you play a song for the old man? To cheer up the tea guests.

Before waiting for the old man to answer, several tea guests have said first: "Okay! OK! Let this gentleman come to stroke the piano, and the money will not be refunded.

The old tea-making man didn't want to ruin the interest of the tea guests, and he was no longer polite. He thanked Yan Ji and said, "Thank you, prince!"

The girl in blue next to her was also very grateful and said to Yan Ji, "Thank you for relieving the siege." The watery eyes left a few more eyes on Yan Ji's thin face, and then helped the old man to lie on a teacher's chair and rest.

Yan Ji sat down, put his hands on the string, and moved his fingers. A few sound of the piano immediately sounded. The sound of the piano was peaceful, and gradually became low, sad, and sad. Those tea guests directly taught that they had no more gossip, and they lowered their heads one after another, carefully named tea and listened to the piano.

Just as he played with his heart and the tea guests listened attentively, there was a hum, but the strings were broken.

Guang Yizhen frowned and whispered to himself, "If the strings are broken, there must be evil spirits!"

Seeing that the strings were broken, Yan Ji not only ruined the business, but also asked his grandparents and grandchildren to spend money to repair the piano. He hurriedly apologized to the old man and said, "Sorry, I broke your strings."

Those tea guests listened to the sad and gentle piano music, and their impatience was no longer there. They said, "Forget it, we will leave after drinking tea, little girl, you don't have to return the money."

The girl was very happy and quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for including the guest!"

When the old tea-making man saw that the teenager played a piano sound to remove the violent spirit of the tea guest, he dared not blame him. He only said, "You don't need to apologize. This piano has been used for a long time, and it is normal to break the string."

"This piano is obviously very new, with bright appearance and pure strings. It should have just been made!" However, Guangyi came over and saw him holding the broken strings in his hands and staggering them in the palm of his hand. He didn't see any movement, and the strings actually recovered as before.

"Go on and finish this song!" Guangyi Zhenren ordered Yan Ji.

"Yes, Master." Yan Ji answered and continued to play the piano.

Guang Yizhen sat down next to the old man. The old man suddenly began to admire and praised: "It turns out that the Taoist priest is an expert, and his skill of receiving strings should be first-class."

Guang Yizhen didn't care about his words and asked, "Do you know what kind of music the disciple is playing?"

The old man nodded and replied, "Although I have never learned it, I have heard of it. This song is called Yili, which comes from the Book of Songs · Wang Feng. The poem tells the story of poets who are worried about the country and the people when they are about to be subjugated. Later generations of the great sages made this song with this poem as the lyrics. The melody is sad and desolate, and those who hear it shed tears.

It turned out that Yan Ji did not play his most skilled "High Mountain and Flowing Water" and played "Yi Li", which was to remove the anxiety of the tea guests and sensitize them.

Guang Yizhen listened to the old man's introduction, nodded slightly and said, "The old tea-making people in the countryside actually know this."

The old man smiled and said, "I've heard this when I was learning the piano!"

Guang Yizhen said again, "I don't know how many years the old man has been cooking tea?"

The old tea maker said with emotion, "I've been there for half my life!"

Guangyi smiled indifferently and said, "So it is. No wonder the tea made by the old man is so delicious. It is the best tea I have ever had in my life. I don't know what kind of tea the old man uses? Where is it produced? I'll also buy some."

"This..." The old man hesitated for a while before saying, "Actually, I use the cheapest tea on the market. I can't name it at all. Taoist priest, you think it's delicious because I'm good at making tea."

Guang Yizhen sneered and said, "Are you really good at making tea? Do you really think the tea you made is delicious? The tea you use is Longjing, which is produced in the West Lake, which is the most famous tea. Will you use such expensive tea in your small tea stall? What's more strange is that you can't call the name of this tea, saying that it is the most common tea on the market.

The old man suddenly woke up and patted his thigh and said, "Oh! I remembered that this West Lake Longjing was bought by my granddaughter, not by me. I forgot it.

With that, he sighed again, "I'm old and useless."

Guang Yizhen sneered again and asked, "Do you know why the strings were broken just now?"

"Wasn't it broken?" The old man frowned.

Guangyi shook his head and said, "It's evil! Also, the tea you use is not West Lake Longjing, but Maofeng from Huangshan. Do you want to say that you remember it wrong again?

"Ah!" The old man patted his head and smiled, "It's Huangshan Maofeng!" When my granddaughter told me the name of the tea, I may have misheard it.

Guang Yizhen sighed and said, "Do whatever you want. Don't procrastinate to cover up your identity."

The old man suddenly changed his old-fashioned appearance, laughed, and stood up and said, "Guangyi is really amazing. You can find this!"

Before he finished his words, a group of tea guests on the teahouse suddenly stood up, lit up the shining magic weapons one after another, and surrounded the tea stall.

Yan Ji did not stop playing the piano, as if she hadn't seen this sudden change.

The old man who cooked tea finally showed his true face. He was a middle-aged man with a heroic soul. When Guangyi saw his face, he frowned and said in surprise, "Chu Jiangkai, the lord of Tianyi Pavilion!"

Then he calmed down and said lightly, "The Tianyi Pavilion of the four sects in the past no longer exists. You are just a lackey of the Holy Dragon Sect. The reason why the four sects encountered the raid of the demon army after gathering in Bagong Mountain has nothing to do with your internal traitor.

Chu Jiang nodded and said, "Yes, but it's a pity! You can't kill me today to avenge your brothers, because you have drunk poisoned tea and can only be captured safely!"

Guang Yizhen said, "Yes, I did drink poisoned tea, and the apprentice also drank it. But! If I really wait to be captured safely, you should have done it long ago. Why do you want to procrastinate and show flaws? Don't you just want to wait for me to be poisoned? It's just... can you really wait?"

Chu Jiang was so happy that he couldn't help taking a few steps back. He felt that the old Taoist priest's cultivation was terrible and invulnerable, and he retreated in his heart.

"Xiaoyan," Guangyi Zhenren suddenly stopped Yan Ji and asked, "Although I don't advocate killing at will, whether it's the right way or the devil, if you can't kill, you won't kill. But what if that person always wants to kill you? And he is still an unfaithful traitor and should not exist in the world. What should he do?

The sound of the piano stopped, and Yan Ji frowned and thought that the master was asking himself, wondering whether his decision was correct and what his outlook on life was. The man in the master's mouth pointed to Chu Jiangkai. He not only turned his back on the foundation of Tianyi Pavilion for hundreds of years, but also turned his back on the main schools of the right path. What was not important was that he attracted the demon army to attack Bagong Mountain and made himself homeless.

"Kill him!" These three words came out of Yan Ji's mouth without any hesitation.

At the three-character exit, the teahouse was already black. Several black silk threads rushed out of Chu Jiang's body, formed a black net in the air, and pressed them down to the master and apprentice.

The wind suddenly rose, the smoke and dust filled, and the teahouse and tea table were blown out by the roaring wind. Dozens of magic weapons flew from all directions, with wind and clouds, with rumbling thunder, pressing towards the teahouse like a sea tide.

Guang Yizhen sighed and put his palms on his chest. A white light mass surged out in his palm. In a blink of an eye, a Taiji figure transformed into his chest.

Yan Ji looked at the spell cast by the master and couldn't help admiring it. Only by cultivating "Taiyi Vientiane" to the realm of Taiji can he sacrifice Taiji Zhenli and perform this skill.

In an instant, the Taiji pattern rotated rapidly, and a huge whirlpool rose with the rotation of the Taiji map, with a painful airflow. In the whirlpool, a devouring power was emitted, and dozens of magic weapons sacrificed by the disciples of the demon religion were forcibly involved in the rapidly rotating whirlpool, and even the magic weapon "black evil poison silk" opened by Chu Jiang was not spared.

Those demon disciples saw their magic weapon in front of Guangyi Zhenren, and they didn't even have a chance to show their power. They were shocked and had no intention of fighting.

Dozens of magic weapons of disciples of the magic religion were rolled up in the whirlpool, making a collision sound. A few times, the magic weapon in the whirlpool flew out, and around the magic weapon was covered with light, which was out of the master's control.

"Rumble..."

After the loud noise, almost all the disciples of the demon religion were hit and killed by their own magic weapons. Chu Jiangkai was wrapped in his magic weapon "black evil poison silk", and his skin immediately made a burning sound. For a moment, only a pile of white bones were corroded.

As soon as Guangyi Zhenren took action, he could defeat dozens of magic masters, and even Chu Jiang's opening of such sects could not be spared. The remaining demon disciples no longer dared to take action and fled one after another.

Only the girl in blue did not escape, and it could be seen that she did not want to leave.