Chapter 11 Five years later

Looking at the serious general summer inside, the fog sky softened and gently walked into the broken temple, listening carefully to the music played by the summer.

The five strings are tactful and smooth, and the brisk rhythm contains the deep affection of Xia for his father and mother. He can't see anything from his eyes since he was a child. In order not to make himself feel inferior, his parents no longer enlightened themselves all the time and meet all the requirements as much as possible every day.

Xia's ten fingers are flexible, and the movements of his hands are more and more skillful. Wutian saw it in his eyes and was shocked in his heart. This is a song played by a person who has never touched the piano. His sincere feelings have quietly touched the heart of the great pianist.

With a trace of easy ending, Xia stopped the action in his hand, and the broken temple became quiet again. Xia's little face flashed a little strangeness, sighed and asked, "Teacher, how am I playing? Is it still as bad as last night?"

"Well, oh." The fog calmed down, and his tone was quite gentle, "Xiaer, where did you hear this song?"

"My father hummed on the road when he came back from hunting every day, but my mother hummed better, so I remembered it." Xia answered honestly.

"So that's it. You are really a genius!" The fog suddenly realized, and his face was full of unconcealed admiration.

"Teacher, what are you talking about? Am I playing badly again?" I really didn't hear it clearly this time.

He raised his eyelids on a foggy day and said with a smile, "Well, it's really unpleasant, but it's a little better than yesterday, Xia'er! I'll teach you some tips to pay attention to, so that your piano will be pleasant to the ear.

"Good, teacher." Jiang Xia is looking for it.

"Hehe, the first thing to pay attention to is..."

Wutian's feeling for General Xia has completely changed. He is more sure that the other party is the disciple he is looking for, and General Xia is also secretly determined to study hard.

Since then, General Xia followed Xie Xuan to the mountains to hunt and practice martial arts every morning, and in the evening, she ran to learn the piano from Wu Tian. The latter is also distressed. Sometimes he will have a rest after two or three hours of study. At first, Xia refused, but later, after Wutian told him that he would teach him in Bailiu Village for a long time, he agreed.

Because Xia goes out every day after his parents fall asleep, and the two of them did not expect that the clever child would have such an unknown secret, they have never found out that Xia secretly learned the piano.

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Five years later, by the lake in the mountain forest, a beautiful teenager with an upper body fought with a middle-aged man in his thirties. The young man had extraordinary temperament, but a pair of pupils were strange gray and white.

"Lightning knife!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and the dagger in his hand gently waved, and then a white light hit the teenager. The teenager moved his ears, and a faint smile crossed the corners of his mouth. He also said, "Lightning knife."

"Ban!" The two rays of light collided to make a low sound, and the middle-aged man and the teenager stopped their movements.

"Xia'er, you are really getting better and better. Dad is almost no match for you." Xie Xuan smiled heartily and patted the shoulder of a teenager who was almost as tall as himself. The ruthless years made this great father a little vicissitudes, but his eyes were bright. He was very satisfied that his son could have this extent.

Jing Xia Yi smiled and showed his neat white teeth, "Dad, I have made progress so fast. Isn't it good for you to teach me?"

"Hahahaha." Xie Xuan laughed and was even more happy. "Xiaer, it's been five years. In five years, you can become a fourth-order martial artist. Dad has taught you everything you can teach. When I became a fourth-level martial artist, I was almost eighteen years old. Dad was really happy to see that you surpassed me."

"Dad, I always have a question in my heart." Jiang Xia frowned, "Why are you a fourth-order warrior at the age of 18, but you are still at the fourth-order?"

"This?" Xie Xuan's face changed, and a little pain gushed out of his eyes. "Forget it, Xia Er, I don't want to mention the past anymore. Let's go back!" Your mother is still waiting for us to eat!"

Seeing that Xie Xuan didn't want to say more, he didn't dare to ask more. He secretly wanted to find a time to find an answer to his mother in the future.

At the dinner table, Yan kept picking up vegetables for the two of them, "Xiaer, eat more."

"Well, mother, don't just give it to us, you can eat it yourself."

"Good, hehe." Compared with five years ago, the beauty of the face was slowly eroded by the years, and when the beauty of this woman was reduced, it added a trace of the charm of a beautiful woman. Looking at his son, who is taller than himself with a smile, is very comforting.

"Oh, by the way, King Zhang came in the morning." What did Jiang Yan think of?

Xie Xuan didn't lift his eyelids and continued to pick up the rice in the bowl. "Well, what is he doing here?"

He put a piece of chicken on Xie Xuan and then said, "He said that the mayor will visit his house tomorrow, so that you can also go there and lively."

"Oh, I see. I guess he wants to show off something!" Xie Xuan said casually, and then turned his eyes to Xia with great interest, "Why don't I take Xia'er to have a look tomorrow? I've been in this village for 15 years, and Xia'er hasn't seen any strangers!"

"I'm not going. I'd better stay at home with my mother tomorrow!" Jiang Xia is not very willing to deal with those people.

Yan was slightly stunned and said with a loving smile, "Xia'er, why don't you go and your father to have a look? Anyway, there is nothing to do at home. You can go to Meng Yu again and see if she goes or not. The three of you can go together."

Light up Xia's "eyes", "Okay! I'll go to Mengyu later."

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The blue sky, the breeze brushed the face, and the green grass was blown down. In front of a small grave stood a tall fifteen or sixteen girl in a white dress. The girl's facial features are exquisite, and her fair skin is like mutton fat. Three thousand green silks are behind her head, and she looks like a beautiful embryo.

Whether it is appearance or temperament, girls are not like girls who grew up in such a small village. Even the eldest lady of a rich family is just like this.

"Dream Rain." Jiang Xia slowly approached the girl in a rather gentle tone: "I knew you were here to accompany Grandma Li again."

"Brother Xia." Meng Yu's red lips smiled.

"Grandma Li has been gone for two years, and now she should be reincarnated in a rich family." Jiang Xia smiled and said, recalling that two years ago before Grandma Li left, she didn't forget that she didn't see Meng Yu get married, but the old man was happy after all. In her old age, with the company of Meng Yu and Jiang Xia's family, it was also a comfort in the thirteen years.

A trace of regret flashed on Meng Yu's pretty face, "Grandma Li has raised me for 13 years. I can't repay this kindness. I take time to accompany her every day, which is the only thing I can do."

Slowly stepped forward Xia and gently hugged Meng Yu into his arms. "Grandma Li is gone, and Brother General Xia, I will take good care of you. Don't live there alone in the future. Move here to live with us."

Meng Yu's delicate body shook, and a trace of blush flashed on her pretty face. "I'd better wait! It feels a little early now.

"Oh, all right! Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. Sooner or later, you are my daughter-in-law. Hang a bad smile on Xia's face.

"Who is your daughter-in-law? A're not shy?" Meng Yu scolded, but her heart was sweet.

"Well, by the way, I'm going to the village head's house with my father tomorrow. Will you go or not?" Jiang Xia asked about the business.

Meng Yu shook his head, "I still won't go."

"Well, that's all right. Then you can go to my house tomorrow and be my mother, that is, your future mother!"

"Brother Xia, what are you talking about?"

"Hey hey, this is not nonsense." Jiang Xia held the girl in her arms tighter.

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At night, General Xia still went to the broken temple to look for foggy days. Five years have never been interrupted. No one knew about this matter. The villagers didn't know that there was a strong man and harpist at the level of King Wu living in the village.

"Teacher." Entering the familiar broken temple, he kept Xia's gray-white pupils directly in front of him.

"Xia'er, you're here." The foggy sky showed a gentle smile.

Xia Jun frowned slightly and asked puzzledly, "Teacher, are you in a bad mood today?"

"Oh? Why do you say that?" A trace of surprise flashed in the foggy sky's eyes.

"Because the teacher's breathing is not smooth, it seems that there is something in his heart."

The fog was stunned and shook his head with a smile. "Ha ha ha, Xia Er, you can't see your eyes, but your heart is as bright as a mirror." He sighed and said deeply, "Xiaer, the teacher is leaving."

"What?" Jiang Xia's face changed greatly, and he stepped forward anxiously and took Wutian's arm. "Teacher, where are you going?

Looking at the other party's reluctant appearance, Wutian's body trembled involuntarily, "Xia'er, there are all banquets in the world. The teacher has been here for five years, and you have also exceeded the teacher's expectations. In just five years, you have become a third-order pianist, only one step away from the great pianist. The teacher is very comforted."

"Teacher, don't go. Is Xia Er angry with you?" Jiang Xia's nose was sour, with a pleading tone.

"Xia'er, don't feel bad. The teacher still has a lot to tell you."

"Yes, you said, Xia Er listened carefully."

Wu Tian nodded, and his thoughts fell into memories. "Teacher, teacher, I was originally the dean of Qinwu College, one of the four universities in Yanjing."

"Qinwu College?"

"Yes, there are four colleges in Yanjing, namely, Lingwu College and Shengwu College, which are mainly martial arts, Qinfeng College, and Qinwu College, which is both Qinwu. These four colleges, except for Qinwu, were all founded by the royal family. And King Lan Feng has always invited me to be a court pianist, but I politely refused.

"Well, the teacher's piano style is free and unrestrained, and naturally he doesn't want to be bound by the court." Jiang Xia said.

"That's the reason, but more people say that I am arrogant. One day, a court pianist of the same level as me challenged me. The bet was that the Qinwu Academy and not to return to Yanjing for five years. His bet is a sixth-order piano skill. At that time, I was also angered by him, so I promised to compare with him. Wutian's face was full of anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "At that time, for the sake of fairness, we unanimously used a piano made by a company called "Wanqin Building". The result was never expected,"

Wutian said here, his fists were clucking, and he could obviously feel the anger of the other party. "Teacher, what happened later?"

"Unexpectedly, the people of Wanqin Building were bought by him and tampered with my piano. As a result, my strings broke on the spot during the game."

"Hang!" Xia's eyes narrowed up, and the gray-white eyes gushed out an infinite chill, "despicable and shameless."

Several unwilling sighs in a row on a foggy day, "Alas! The strings have been broken, and I also lost the competition. The Qinwu Academy gave it to others for nothing. I can't go back to Yanjing because of five years. If I hadn't met you here, I wouldn't have stayed here for five years.

"Teacher, are you going back to Yanjing to avenge him?"

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