Zuo Lingquan tilted his head slightly and signaled Qingxiaohe who was placed in the center of the platform:

"When it comes to martial arts, you don't even accompany me to carry my shoes. We swordsmen never force others to do anything. Didn't you say that Dongzhou doesn't understand the rhythm? Zhou Mu's nameless junior is not worthy of seeing the essence of Dongzhou's rhythm. You are quite good at it, so you can give you a chance to ask for advice."

“…?”

Tens of thousands of monks were confused and had not yet figured out what this sentence meant.

Zhou Mu, who was full of sarcastic eyes, froze when he heard these words, sat upright a little, his eyes were incredible:

"What does he mean?"

Dongfang Yunzhi showed some disdain:

"Strike the stone with an egg."

Shangguan Lingye had a strange look. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. The meaning of looking at him should be that you might as well beat this guy up. How can you compare this thing?

Mrs. Xue was also a little confused. After thinking about it carefully for a long time, she decided to hear it correctly, then stood up and asked:

"Does Zuo Xiaoyou want to play piano with Mr. Sanzhu?"

"Wow"

The audience then realized that the noise was like thunder, overwhelming Mrs. Xue’s next words.

The shock in everyone's eyes was greater than hearing the sword demon Zuo Ci's single sword piercing Luojian Mountain. After all, this sentence was the same as Mr. Sanzhu saying that he was going to Luojian Mountain to ask about the sword. Isn't that offensive?

Mr. Sanzhu is so famous, but it is not caused by the strong wind. Except for the few people in Qianqiu Yuefu, who dares to challenge him?

Of course, there are many people who are looking forward to it. Many fairies who are frowning secretly lit up when they hear this, and the chirping sounds overwhelmed the exclamation of the casual cultivator.

Mr. Sanzhu was a little unbelievable. After looking at Zuo Lingquan for a long time, he was sure that he was not a joke.

Confrontation suddenly came to the field he was good at. Mr. Sanzhu naturally became imposing, and there was a sense of arrogance of a strong man on the mountain. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the unknown junior in front of him:

"I'm very brave. Since that's the case, I'll be arrogant and rude when I said that. Today, if you dare to come on stage, I'll respect you as a character. However, the piano music is different from the swordsmanship. Your actions are too ignorant."

Zuo Lingquan knew that he was worth it, and he didn't say that he wanted to compete with Mr. Sanzhu. He said calmly:

"Dongzhou's cultural context is profound and profound. Although it has a period of time, it is not short of successors and cannot be slandered and despised by outsiders. I am not good at music, but I was fortunate to read a master's music. Today, I 'borrow me' to show you the Dongzhou piano art to you. Who knows that the sky is high and the earth is rich, you have a conclusion in your heart."

Mr. Sanzhu was a little surprised to see Zuo Lingquan's momentum, but he was not afraid at all and nodded slightly:

"Okay, I will see the level of Dongzhou Qindao today."

"Wow..."

Everyone saw that the two people in the middle of the lake were really ready to compete, and the noise became increasingly dense.

Most of the monks who can come to the Mid-Autumn Festival are monks who like to be romantic and romantic. They may not know much about kendo, but famous masters who have musical music are indeed well-known.

Mr. Sanzhu and a casual cultivator who can become a heavyweight guest of Qianqiu Yuefu can see his superb accomplishment in piano tracing.

The sword demon Zuo Ci's sword art attainment is of today, so he must have studied hard since childhood. How can he have time to do these things that are distracted? He goes to provoke a person who has studied hard since childhood and practiced the piano skills since childhood. What would he do if he didn't show off his skills?

Those who suspected the strength of the sword demon Zuo Ci were not only watching the monks, but also the wives who knew Zuo Lingquan very well were also a little confused.

Jiang Yi widened her eyes and did not dare to speak. She could only look at Wu Qingwan and asked, "Can this guy play the piano?"

Wu Qingwan also widened her eyes, with a weird expression, and her eyes responded: "He has flexible fingers, but he is all used to tease the white jade tiger, so how can he play the strings..."

In the stone pavilion, Tang Jingwen also asked nervously:

"Wife, come and see if Xiao Zuo has a brain problem? Or has he been taken over by someone?"

"Um."

"Hmm?! Then why don't you come here quickly?"

...

Everyone was talking about it, because the sword demon Zuo Ci chose to challenge the opponent in the field that his opponent was best at, so naturally no one said that the sword demon Zuo Ci was reckless, but he became worried about the outcome of this battle, for fear that Zuo Jianxian, who had finally become famous, would be named "not knowing the height of heaven and earth".

Fortunately, it is no big deal to lose if you win or lose. It is a good thing regardless of the outcome.

Mrs. Xue is a musician, and her interest in this matter is far greater than that of Luojianshan’s swordsmanship. She smiled and said:

"Your Zuo is really hard to guess. Today is a sect celebration of Qianqiu Yuefu. You are here to support me. I can't say nothing without saying that, otherwise, Zuo Xiaoyou only has to be better than Mr. Sanzhu, and you can choose one of the women in Qianqiu Yuefu, how about you?"

The fellow Taoists around him thought this idea was good. The sword demon Zuo Cizhen picked it, and it was said that Qianqiu Yuefu took advantage of it.

However, there are also fellow Taoists on the mountain who are not interested in the big deal, and I said:

"Hey, Mrs. Xue's words are so big. What if Zuo Jianxian wins and chooses you, what can I do if Master Qi's mansion?"

"Ha ha……"

A burst of laughter.

Mrs. Xue's face turned red and she was a little annoyed: "Of course, it's an unmarried woman. How can young people look down on me like a yellow-faced woman?"

Qi Yulin, the head of Qianqiu Yuefu, also laughed and cursed a few times, and changed his words:

"Marriage is determined by heaven, so there is no reason to be a lottery. Today, Xiaoyou Zuo came to support him. Qianqiu Yuefu cannot be stingy. As long as I can surpass Mr. Sanzhu, I will give the book "The Sword Sutra of Caolu" I have collected. Mr. Sanzhu is a famous piano master. It is natural to win. Don't blame Qi for being stingy without lottery."

Everyone was surprised when they heard this. The "Caolu Sword Sutra" was not a sword book, but an insight into sword cultivation written by the old sword god. It was originally used to teach me a younger generation, but Miss Qiu's mother, when she was rushing through the path of cultivation, she gestured with Mrs. Xue in Qianqiu Yuefu and exported it.

It’s useless for ordinary people to hold this thing, and swordsmen may not be able to understand anything after reading it. But the word “Sword God” alone is enough to treasure it from generation to generation. Qi Yulin used to hide it as a treasure, and today he was willing to take it out as a lottery. It is probably because the sword demon Zuo Ci was too talented and said that other irrelevant objects were insincere, and he didn’t think that the sword demon Zuo Ci could win.

Shangguan Lingye was very worried about whether her husband could hold on to the scene, but when he heard the "colored head", Mao Guobao's old habit of taking the geese. Anyway, she didn't have to pay for it. She looked at the seat of the Qu family in Lihe in a blink of an eye:

"Mr. Sanzhu is a famous teacher invited by the Qu family in Lihe. On such an occasion, it is probably inappropriate for Mr. Qu to not take the lottery ticket."

Everyone felt it was right and looked at Qu Xiangwen's location in a blink of an eye.

As a nouveau riche, the Qu family of Lihe was looked down upon by the orthodox immortals and always wanted to enter the celebrity circle through art. Qu Xiangwen was secretly wondering whether to give him a big shot, but he was not easy to interrupt. Seeing that all the fame of the immortals in the Yuefu main hall came over, he was a little flattered.

There are many famous musicians present who are jealous of "Qingxiaohe Crying". The Qu family is not familiar with the music and refuses to sell it. It is a pity in their hearts.

Zhou Mu knew that Dongfang Yunzhi liked Qin, and he felt that the sword demon Zuo Ci was insulting himself to challenge Mr. Sanzhu. As long as Qin was in the hands of Mr. Sanzhu, he would take it back and take it out of his pocket, so he interrupted:

"As the saying goes, 'a sword is given to a hero', the famous Qin will naturally be given to a famous teacher. Zuo Dajianxian and Mr. Sanzhu are both famous figures in Huajunzhou. Today, they used the ancient famous Qin "Qingxiao He Crying". Mr. Qu mainly used other objects as the lottery, which was a bit disappointing."

“This is a good idea.”

"Yeah yeah……"

Qu Xiangwen's eyelids were twitching, which was obviously painful. Although the immortal piano was just high-end and elegant, it was of no benefit to practice, but the number was too small. For those who like this, it was just that "it was hard to buy a good thing for a thousand golds" and it was not necessarily replaced by the immortal sword.

The Qu family relies on this thing to decorate the storefront. How can they join in such a elegant occasion after they are sent out?

However, the wealthy families on the top of the mountain looked at it. If Qu Xiangwen was too stingy to search, the Qu family of Lihe would not have the shame to come to such occasions in the future. Qu Xiangwen was confused and thoughtfully said:

"You can see that Mr. Sanzhu has such a high attainment in piano tracing. When you compete with Zuo Jianxian, it is equivalent to discussing the Tao with the seniors and juniors. You will naturally have more rewards. If the same is true, you will treat Zuo Jianxian badly. It is better to do this. If Zuo Jianxian wins, this piano will be given to Zuo Jianxian; if Mr. Sanzhu wins, this piano will be lent to Mr. Sanzhu for one hundred yuan. What do you think?"

Everyone was a little regretful when they heard this. After all, the Qu family couldn't play the piano at all. They always lent it to Mr. Sanzhu to play it out. The sword demon Zuo Ci had a slim chance of winning, and this lottery was equivalent to not giving it to him.

But this is the case with the smaller the chance of winning, the greater the odds. Qu Xiangwen dared to cut his litter and gamble, so the people watching the fun naturally had more expectations for the sword demon Zuo Ci.

Mr. Sanzhu came to his own field and was very arrogant. Seeing everyone's eyes coming, he didn't talk nonsense, and raised his hand to point at the piano:

"Since that's the case, Xiaoyou Zuo first asks me. I will not bully my younger generation. I will give you two chances. After you play one song, I will play it again. If you are not as good as me, you can play another song. As long as you can beat me once, you will win."

...

In front of everyone, a young swordsman in a young master's robe walked slowly to the front of the Qin Coffin without saying anything.

First, I slowly understood the sword around my waist, placed it beside me, then gently lifted my robe, sat cross-legged in front of the piano platform, and lit an incense in the brass jar, which was very ritualistic.

The incense burner was covered with blue smoke, and the young man in white robe closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, sitting silently.

“…”

The Moon Lake is silent, everyone is blinded and dare not speak.

After looking for a moment, Jiang Yi approached Qingwan, who knew Zuo Lingquan best, and asked in a low voice:

"What is he doing?"

Wu Qingwan felt that Zuo Lingquan had changed his body and could not see through it at all, so she shook her head.

In fact, not only Qingwan, but also Zuo Lingquan himself doesn’t know what he is doing.

Zuo Lingquan closed his eyes and couldn't open it. After sitting quietly for a while, he asked in his heart:

"Sister Yingying, what am I doing?"

"Shh, this is called finding feelings. The more master you are, the more you pay attention to inspiration and artistic conception. You have to brew, feel the breath of heaven and earth, the breeze and water, the lights and moonlight..."

"Uh... I feel like I'm on pins and needles. How long will it take to brew?"

"I'll be in good condition for a while, but I don't feel that it's normal to sit for two or three days. The longer the time, the better the..."

"No?"

"Don't interrupt."

"oh."

...

Mr. Sanzhu stood by and watched with his hands behind his back. Seeing the posture of the young man in white robe, his expression was a little serious, and he said inwardly: "Hmph, the posture is quite strong, but I don't know how good it is. If it is average, it will be sensational..."

The others had the same idea, and were not in a hurry, just waiting silently to see if this Dongzhou Sword Immortal is here to make a big splash or come to be funny.
To be continued...