Chapter 82 Wishes

Everyone in the hall was confused by Xia. They didn't know what medicine was sold in the square gourd, and the music played was the same as that played by Ling Lin. The latter is that the more you listen to it, the more you are shocked, and the more you listen to it, the more incredible it is. Even a detail of the song and a subtle change are the same as before.

Others may not know, but Ling Lin is clear that the song was written by herself. She is the only one in the world who can do it. She is also sure that she has never seen General Xia before, so there is only one person who can cause this possible surname, that is, what General Xia has just learned.

"How is it possible? How can there be such a demonic genius in memory? Ling Lin's red lips trembled gently, and her eyes were full of incredible.

Tong Zheng, who was beside him, saw the change of Ling Lin's expression in his eyes, and a trace of jealousy rose in his heart, "Well, even if he plays the same, so what? It's not that I can't open the stone door.

There is more than one person who thinks the same as Tong Zheng. Except for a few people, Xia Xiaonan, Xia Xiaodong and Ruoxue, although others are surprised, there is no one who is optimistic about Xia. The reason is very simple. What the fifth-order pianist can't do, and the fourth-order pianist has no hope at all. He Yang and others were even more disdainful.

The music played by Xia gradually entered the state, and the touching and beautiful movements stirled the heartstrings of everyone in the hall. The previous scenes were presented again. The calm mountain village and small fields, cooking smoke curling, white clouds in the blue sky, the old people and children are laughing and playing, the two little boys and girls are mixed with each other, everything is plain and happy, and there is no competition with the world to laugh and happiness.

The person who was immersed in the sound of Xia Qin unconsciously smiled with joy, which was exactly the same as Ling Lin's previous performance. I thought it was about to enter the end, the song was about to end, the stone door still did not open, and then left the scene sadly in the laughter of everyone.

Something unexpected happened to everyone. At the end of happiness, the style of Xia's music suddenly and completely changed. It was on a calm and comfortable day that the girl died to save the boy. The laughter and calmness were disrupted, and the plain happiness disappeared.

The cheerful music is full of deep sadness and endless desolation. Everyone in the whole hall was shocked and immersed in grief. The sad notes eroded everyone's hearts bit by bit. Injury goes against the current, just like he is the hero and heroine described in the song.

Xia Xiaonan's delicate body trembled heavily, her long eyelashes trembled, and two lines of crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Is this the story of Shoxia? Is this the story between him and the girl named Meng Yu? On the edge of the whistling cliff, the bitter tears of the teenager in her arms were because the girl named Mengyu left the world.

Ruoxue's eyes were moist, followed by Ling Lin and Feng Qing. More and more people are in tears. They are playing the piano, and they are also telling a story, a story that touches everyone's heartstrings.

The slender ten fingers moved back and forth on the strings of the Li Shangqin, and deep sadness flowed out of the fingertips. The thin figure of the teenager was desolate. Only the sound of the piano in the sky was the best to talk.

At the end of the sad song, General Xia's face was already full of tears, and there were bursts of gentle sobs in the hall. Except for Tong Zheng and Wang Zhao, a few people who hated General Xia, almost no one was not infected by the sound of the piano.

"Is this the power of the pianist?" The eyes of Yunqing and several elders were slightly red. Tears wet the clothes, and a song of summer actually touched the hearts of so many people. Disdain disappears, the sarcasm does not know where it is, and the contempt leaves. All that is left is the deep feeling.

Looking at everyone immersed in the sound of the piano of General Xia, Tong's front showed a touch of fierceness, "Well, even so, it's not that I can't impress my ancestor."

As soon as Tong Zheng's words fell, a slight "cka!" came from the hall. The sound of everyone's hearts shrank tightly, and they looked at the stone door in disbelief. The originally closed stone door actually opened a narrow gap. Despite this, it can still distinguish the gap from the previous one.

"Wo!" The sound of heavy slate rubbing against the ground came again, and the blood vessels of everyone in the audience were about to burst. The stone door, which had been closed for decades, slowly opened under thousands of pairs of eyes.

"The disciple respectfully welcomes the master out of the customs." Yun Qing and several elders were shocked and stunned, accompanied by a great surprise, and then knelt on the ground, crying with joy and tears. Twenty years have finally been able to impress the wind. The ruthless years have watered the hearts of Yunqing and several elders.

In addition to Xia Xiaonan and Xia Xiaodong, the disciples in the hall also knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, "Welcome the master out of the customs."

The stone door is open to the summer, and the strong simple smell stimulates the sense of smell. The door emits a faint golden light, which makes people can't see what kind of situation inside.

"Little guy, please come in!" The voice of a man surnamed gentle magnet came from the stone gate, and Xia couldn't help but be stunned. Hearing this voice, the other party was like a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. It was hard to imagine that he would be the ancestor of Feng Yangzong.

And Yun Qing and several elders are even more excited. For them, this voice is too familiar. If it's not Feng Yang, who will it be? All the doubts were broken at this moment, and the wind behind the stone gate was real. As he had said before, only when the sound of the piano could impress him could he appear, and this day finally came.

Xia took a deep breath, stood up, stepped into the stone door under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, and then disappeared behind the golden light. The taboo-like stone door was stepped in by the thin teenager.

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When Qianxia entered the stone gate, the golden light in front of him suddenly disappeared. In the field of vision was a secret room-like practice room. The space was not very large, and the clean ground was not stained with a trace of dust. Xia was facing the center of the secret room. Not far ahead, he sat cross-legged and seemed to be thirty or forty years old. A middle-aged man.

The man is handsome and extraordinary, with a sense of heroinity between his eyebrows. When people have the strength of Emperor Wu, they can slow down aging, and youth will last forever. Fengyang is a strong man of Emperor Wu. In front of it was a quinle, the whole body was dark, and there was a lingering atmosphere. Even the strings were black, and the faint power fluctuations emanated from the quinle. At this time, the man was looking at General Xia with a smile.

"The boy will meet the predecessor Feng Yang in summer." He bowed Xia's body and saluted respectfully.

The man smiled gently and nodded admiringly, "Okay, very good. Are you a disciple of Yunxuan or a disciple of Yuncheng?"

"The boy was sent by Master Yun Xuan." Xia's honest answer, for the time being, he regarded himself as a real disciple of Yunxuanmen.

"Ha ha, Yun Xuan has a good vision. He found such a piece of jade as you."

"Senior Miao Zan."

Feng Yang's face was even more praised, and then he sighed softly and said softly, "After so many years, I finally waited for a disciple who moved me. It seems that God has mercy on me."

Xia was stunned and asked doubtfully, "What did the senior say about this? Aren't you closed here?"

"The retreat is a retreat, but it is a dead end." A little helplessness gushed out of Feng Yang's eyes, "I died on the day of the retreat twenty years ago."

"What?" Jiang Xia's face changed and her expression was quite funny. The other party said that she was dead and had been dead for 20 years. So what is talking to her now? "Hey hey, senior Fengyang, do you also like to joke?"

Feng Yang smiled and said, "Little guy, I never joke." As soon as the words fell, the skin and flesh on Fengyang's face were drying down at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, a handsome man turned into a thin old man like a mummified corpse.

Xia was so shocked that his eyes were about to fall down. Suddenly, he felt that his scalp was numb, his limbs were weak, and his back was completely soaked by cold sweat. I haven't seen this situation before. If I hadn't had the last trace of reason in my heart, I'm afraid I would have called it out.

"Feng, Fengyang, you, don't scare me?"

"Ha ha, little guy, you don't have to be afraid. I'm not completely dead now, and I still have a breath. Now that I wait for you, I can finally die and close my eyes." The windy voice became weak, like an old man at dusk.

The changes before and after

are so great that he hasn't figured it out yet. After a while, he came to his senses and tried to keep himself calm. "Senior Fengyang, I can't understand a word you said."

Feng Yang raised his turbid old eyes, and his thin arms struggled to hold up the black piano in front of him. "Jiang Xia, let me ask you, do you want the magic ukulele?"

"Yes." Jiang Xia answered without thinking about it. Shenqin, which ranks 19th on the Shenqin list, would be moved by any pianist.

"Okay, I can give you the magic five-string." Feng Yang's voice paused and then said, "But you have to help me kill someone."

Frowed Xia's eyebrows, "Killing? Who?"

"The Cangxiong Flying of Xizhou Eagle Fort."

"Cang Xiongfei?" Jiang Xia was very puzzled and said to this strange name, "Is he a good person or a bad person? Please tell me the twists and turns.

"The bad guy is a complete and vicious man. His hands are stained with the blood of countless people, and even my favorite woman is poisoned by him." Feng Yang's voice was full of unspeakable resentment. His turbid old eyes were slightly red, and his voice trembled and soft.

"That year, I learned that the magic five-string was somewhere in Dongzhou. When I passed by Xizhou, I met my favorite woman, a daughter of a small school in Xizhou. We soon fell in love. I also promised her that I would go to her after getting the magic five-strings. . I never thought that when I successfully took the demon five-string to her half a year later, I learned that his father had been killed up and down the fallen leaf door because he offended the Cangxiongfei of the Eagle Fort. The old, weak and sick woman never let go.

A nameless fire suddenly rose in Xia's heart, and his fists clenched, "Beast, this kind of person is simply worse than a beast."

The wind was extremely excited, exhaled deeply, and clenched his teeth. "Later, in anger, I broke into the Eagle Fort alone to fly, but I underestimated their strength. Despite the magic five-strings, I was seriously injured and fled under the siege of the masters of the Eagle Fort."

"What happened later?"

"Later, hehe." Feng Yang laughed bitterly at himself, "Originally, I planned to recover my injury and fight with the Eagle Fort with Feng Yangzong, but I was too seriously injured. In addition, I missed my lover too much grief. The injury did not improve but worsened more and worse. In the end, it became a disease... I knew that there was not much, but I was afraid that I would give it after death. Feng Yangzong brought panic up and down, and his hatred for the Eagle Castle could not be let go... So he came up with this strategy. On the excuse of retreat, he was actually thinking about the pain and waiting for the person who could help me... And I used a martial arts technique to make myself half asleep and half awake. It was not until the sound of the piano moved me that I woke up again. But after waking up, it means the arrival of real death.

Xia was stunned by Feng Yang's words, but he didn't expect that the secret behind the stone gate would be such a situation. When I was shocked by the magic of martial arts, I felt sad for the fate of the wind. Years passed and buried a suzerain in this place. There are too many poor people and too many hateful people in the world.

"Jingxia, as long as you help me kill Cang Xiongfei later, I am willing to give him to you." Feng Yang's old eyes even have a trace of begging.

Looking at such a poor old man, General Xia really couldn't bear to refuse, but the matter was too serious. "Senior Fengyang, you couldn't kill Cang Xiongfei with your strength in those years. I think his strength must be at the level of Emperor Wu! Do you think I have the ability to help you fulfill your wish?

"Yes, you must be able to." Feng Yang said firmly, "I can't see the wrong person. Your piano sound can wake me up enough to prove your excellence. Although your strength is too weak now, I believe that you will be able to kill Cang Xiongfei for me."

Xia fell into meditation, and the endless repression filled the body and mind. Of course, the demon five-string piano wanted to, but the premise was to kill a martial emperor by himself. With the strength of the current seven-level martial arts, even the king of martial arts could pinch himself to death with one hand. Emperor Wu was really too far away.

The expectation on Feng Yang's dry face gradually turned into loss, and the turbid old eyes became more gloomy. He sighed deeply and said with a wry smile, "Jiang Xia, my requirements are too harsh to care about your situation. All right, all right, I have something to say first. I'd better give this demon five-string to you!"

The wind and thin hands raised the demon quinle, and the black breath on the body was mysterious and strange. Xia's clear eyes became deep, and then exhaled a breath and took over the demon five-stringed organ. At the same time, he said firmly, "Senior Fengyang, you will get your Shenqin, and you will try your best to kill your enemies."