Chapter 867 The down-and-out Master Yu

As soon as you enter the door, you will find a spacious and bright hall. The furnishings in the hall are very particular. Celebrity calligraphy and paintings, exquisite porcelain, and all are available. A few tiger-skin chairs are neatly placed next to the high-legged eight-immortal table, which further shows the owner's distinction and dignity.

Ding Zhong looked full of spring breeze: "Master, please sit down!"

Luo Xiaofeng looked around, then slowly walked to a tiger-skin chair and slowly sat down.

A pearl door curtain was hung on the side door of the living room, and the curtain was suddenly lifted up by a small hand like a spring onion. A pretty little maid, holding a delicate small plate in her hand, walked in with a smile. Two pots of wine were placed in the tray, and all the wine utensils were available.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at the little maid and stared at the wine pot on the table. At this time, there was another slight sound from the curtain. Four or five little maids dressed up in their hands, holding a small red plate in their hands and gently came to the table. In a moment, the table was filled with all kinds of delicacies.

A little maid with a jade-like face and two dimples appeared on her face when she smiled, was pouring wine for Luo Xiaofeng diligently. After serving the dishes, the other maids quietly retreated.

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the wine in the glass, then slowly picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass. He looked at the little maid beside him with a jade-like face and smiled and said, "Good wine!"

The little maid's white little face was full of smiles, and her big watery eyes were looking at Luo Xiaofeng without blinking.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at the little maid's little hand fiddling with the corner of her clothes, and suddenly said, "Whose child are you?"

The little maid bowed, lowered her head, and whispered: "My parents are like me, both lowly servants." She bit her lip, glanced at Luo Xiaofeng, and continued in a low voice: "I'm afraid I will tell you, Master, you don't know!"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled and said, "What's wrong with not knowing?"

The little maid pouted and smiled and said, "I will definitely not know if I say it." She paused, raised her head and looked at Luo Xiaofeng's eyes with a smile: "Since that's the case, why do you still want me to say it?"

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the little maid with a smile.

Ding Zhong, who was standing aside, suddenly shouted angrily: "You are so brave, how dare you speak to the master like this?"

The little maid hurriedly lowered her head, looking panic-looking. She grabbed the corner of her clothes with her hands tightly and looked straight at the ground.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at Ding Zhong coldly and suddenly said, "Do you know what I fear most when I drink?"

Ding Zhong smiled and whispered: "I don't know, I hope the master will make it clear."

Luo Xiaofeng said coldly: "When I drink, I am most afraid of irrelevant people yelling around me."

Ding Zhong's face changed, but in an instant he had another smile. His body bent lower and said timidly: "Yes...yes..."

Luo Xiaofeng held a pot in his right hand and a cup in his left hand, and was pouring himself and drinking.

Ding Zhong, who was standing aside, suddenly clapped his hands gently.

As soon as the applause fell, four young girls swayed in from outside the hall. The thin spring shirts, intoxicating smiles, and the age of flowers. The four girls all had intoxicating smiles, but they were holding the cold sword in their hands.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at the four girls and then moved his eyes outside the door.

There was a man sitting cross-legged on the ground outside the door. The man was covered in long and dirty face, his face full of dirt, and his long beard had not been trimmed for a long time, scattered in scattered on his chest. The man was very dirty and sloppy, but in front of him was a very exquisite and clean guqin.

The man in his arms, holding a piano in his left hand, and suddenly pressed his right hand gently to the ground. His body was like a flowing cloud, gently floating into the hall. At a corner of the hall, he fell down gently.

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the legs of his trousers in surprise.

The legs of the trousers are empty from below the knees.

Luo Xiaofeng never dreamed that this person with excellent light skills was actually a disabled person without legs.

Sitting cross-legged in a corner of the hall, he suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the strings.

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the hands of the man. The man was dirty and sloppy, but his hands were extremely clean. His long fingers and nails were neatly trimmed.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed and suddenly sprinkled the wine in the glass on the ground.

Ding Zhong stared at the wine on the ground with wide eyes.

The piano suddenly rang.

The sound of the piano is sometimes soothing, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes exciting, sometimes sad. Sometimes it is like the spring wind, slowly blowing across the grass. Sometimes it is like a torrent of flowing out of the valley, swelling thousands of miles. Sometimes it is like a rough man, roaring on the streets. Sometimes it is like a flower-like girl, singing softly in the spring boudoir.

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly stood up and walked straight towards the man.

The sound of the piano is amazing.

He put his hands on his sleeves, lowered his head, leaned on the guqin, coughing violently.

The strings were still trembling gently.

Luo Xiaofeng stood beside the man, stared at his ragged clothes for a long time, and suddenly called softly: "Master Yu!"

The man hurriedly raised his head, and his face full of dirt was already filled with panic. He leaned on the guqin and murmured, "Master, I..."

Luo Xiaofeng frowned and suddenly said, "Master Yu's piano skills are unparalleled in the world, and his light skills are the only one in the world. I didn't expect that today, I fell into this field."

He trembled all over and said with a voice: "The master has recognized the wrong person... I am just... an ordinary servant..."

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "A servant, who also calls himself an old man?"

He closed his mouth tightly and lowered his head in a hurry.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed and said, "In the world, except Master Yu, I'm afraid no one can play ten ancient songs together, and they are seamless and there is no trace."

Piren coughed violently again, and his body was pressed tightly against the guqin, almost crushing the guqin. After a long time, he stopped the coughing and sighed: "The Master Yu mentioned by the master died three years ago. Now the person sitting here is just a useless waste."

Luo Xiaofeng clenched his fists and suddenly said hatefully: "Who made you like this?"

Master Yu's scattered long and violent tilts. He lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Master... Please sit down... the villain... I want to play a song for you..."

The four girls holding swords standing aside also said in unison: "Master, please sit down!"

Luo Xiaofeng sighed a long time and suddenly walked back.

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng sat down, the piano sounded again. The four girls holding swords lined up in a "golden rooster independent" style.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and the four girls had already danced their swords to the rhythm of the piano. In the hall, there were sword shadows, and the entire hall was covered by the cold sword energy.
Chapter completed!