Chapter 490: Not Today

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The name of Zangfeng Tower is derived from Zangfeng and Qi, so it has a lot of specialties. Although it has not occupied the position of the number one restaurant in the capital of Fengyou County, it is still firmly among the top five restaurants in the city, and it is better because of its exquisite layout. Therefore, it has attracted countless literati who like Feng Shui to come to visit. Even if they are not drinking, they can still have a good time to look at the layout of the building, so it has long been famous.

He Zhaoling entered the building in just three or five sticks of incense. Outside the building, dozens of horseback riding gangs came to the door. They all grabbed the reins and did not enter. Only a man dressed as a scholar hurriedly went upstairs and went straight to the third floor of the Zangfeng Building. .

Dozens of people from the caravan stood quietly outside the building, which naturally attracted many pedestrians to give way for fear of getting into trouble. There is always a shortage of powerful people in the city, and the people who come in and out of Zangfeng Tower are even more unusual. However, I saw the caravan in the distance. Everyone did not dare to come near, shook their heads and sighed, looking for other restaurants, and did not want to provoke anyone.

When Mi Yuhuai went upstairs, he saw that the furnishings in the building were indeed very particular: the inside of the building was wide open on all sides, and the floor-to-ceiling windows took up more than half of the outer wall compared to other restaurants. The breeze could enter inside, but it did not pass through the hall, but It was blocked by the screen of the middle seat and turned several times. By the time it reached the guests, it was already extremely slow and thin, barely enough to stir up the ends of fine hair. The autumn wind was originally cold and hard, but at this time of year it was soft and windable. I mean, I can't even lift the slightest bit of prestige from the past.

This is probably the meaning of hiding the wind and absorbing the energy. The layout of the building is exactly opposite to this. In Mi Yuhuai's view, the name of the building that hides the wind is not an exaggeration, but it is deeply rooted in the meaning of this place.

He Zhaoling never went anywhere else, but stayed alone in a room with the waiter. He never ordered any delicacies. He only ordered two bottles of wine, then leaned against the window lattice to pour himself a drink without making any movement. The waiter in the Zangfeng Tower was well-informed and naturally knew the background of the man in front of him. He had no such courage to disturb him, but he quietly found the gentleman in the building who was good at music. At this moment, he stood in front of the man's desk. Bow slightly.

"I heard that there is indeed a Qingguo who is good at playing the piano in the Zangfeng Tower. There are many places in the capital city that are hard to find. If you want to hear the girl's music, you have to be an honored guest of the Zangfeng Tower. How can I be so virtuous in this rough world? Can you?" He Zhaoling took a sip of his drink, without turning his eyes, still looking out the window.

Looking ahead, thousands of lights are lit up one after another, which makes this long street more charming. The blue bricks also have two or three orange lights, which is quite eye-catching.

The woman holding the piano covered her face with gauze, but her voice was like rolling beads falling on jade, crisp and tight, "Young master, I am joking, no one in Fengyou County knows the name of the caravan, from the humble old man who is illiterate to the dignitaries who come and go from the government." , Maybe they don’t know that it is difficult for the six arts to understand the world, but all of them have heard of the word caravan. If the young master is just a rough man in the rivers and lakes, how can the rest of the people in the rivers and lakes live in peace."

"Listening to what the girl is talking about, she doesn't seem like an ordinary person." The man turned around and spoke lazily, with a rather bleak look on his face for some reason. "Most of the time, his piano skills are also very good. He is much better than the so-called scholars in the city. In addition, The scholar standing outside the door now probably doesn't know how to play the piano, and he only knows how to immerse himself in secular affairs all day long."

At this point, Mi Yuhuai, who had been listening outside the door for a long time, could not keep silent, so he had to knock on the door slightly, take off his shoes, and enter the house by himself.

Even though he had known He Zhaoling for many years, it was difficult for Mi Yuhuai to guess the thoughts of the caravan leader. He had never figured out the deep meaning of the scattered words he just heard. He frowned for a while, which happened to fall into the former's eyes. He couldn't help but add a smile to his face and handed the scholar a bottle of wine. "It's inevitable that your shoulders and back will be hunched when you work at your desk all day long. While you're going down the mountain, why not put your worries aside and listen to this girl playing the piano. You can always solve the problem. Get rid of a lot of fatigue.”

Few people know that He Zhaoling was proficient in playing the harp and flute in his early years. Perhaps he came from a well-off family in his early years, or he was well versed in the art due to his early career and encounters with famous masters. . But since the caravan established a solid foundation, Mi Yuhuai had never heard He Zhaoling play the guqin or flute, and even if he tried to provoke him, he could not see the gang leader's skills.

"Why don't you play the piano by yourself? Depending on the skills of the gang leader, it may be as good as the master's handwriting. Why come here to listen to the piano at the busiest time in the gang?" Mi Yuhuai shook his head. At this time of year, the leader of the caravan is in charge. Almost all of them went out to find the sect leader who rode down the mountain alone. In just half a day, they almost searched the entire capital. There were also people outside the yamen keeping an eye on them. Whenever there was any sign of trouble, they would go to the main office. The helmsman was so talented that even the helmsman led everyone to a hidden area in the city to look for traces of the sect leader. No one in the gang had time to spare. Going out to drink and listen to the piano alone at this time was not the right choice anyway.

But He Zhaoling's expression did not change at all, and he raised his glass to invite me, "I also invite the girl to play a song on the piano. There is no need to set the tune. It all depends on what I am thinking at the moment. There is no need to be taboo."

The woman nodded, sat cross-legged on the futon, put the guqin in front of her between her knees, closed her eyes slightly, and twirled her fingers to tune the qin.

When playing the qin, avoid cold or heat, strong winds, snow, heavy rain and thunder. It should be strange, elegant, tragic and long-lasting. In addition, there are seven times without playing. However, as a poor man, I have to abandon these seven times without playing, and slowly twist the strings to play. string.

"Actually, there is no need to look for it." After the sound of the piano played, He Zhaoling once again raised his glass and drank, looking at the lights gradually rising outside the window. "With my sword skills that I have not yet perfected, even if I go against the leader of the Ye Clan, It's hard to say that we can win against each other. The waiter told you and me today that you can kill people with freezing rain. Even if you don't know martial arts, you must have heard about the methods of the immortal family. You can only rely on the horse caravan to help everyone fight against the enemy. , I’m afraid most of it will have to be lost before Ye Zhai is completely exhausted.”

Mi Yu held the cup in his right hand and shook it slightly.

"Actually, there are still many things you don't know." He Zhaoling smiled, stretched out two fingers, and tapped the spout of the pot, and the wine rose from the pot and hung in front of the two of them. It was difficult to change the wind from all directions. Its shape reflects the lights outside the building, which have not faded for a long time.

"For an ordinary young man who came out from among the horse thieves in Daxi County, even if you are really shameless, like Jinwu, there are still many people with the same temperament as I, He Zhaoling, if I hadn't encountered a scroll of scripture by chance, And if you happen to step into spiritual practice, how can you keep your horse stable?"

The sound of the piano became more and more sad as it circled the beams against the wind and slowly fell outside the street. The caravan members who were originally standing downstairs also raised their heads and looked into the Zangfeng Tower.

"Carrying a sword and traveling three thousand miles away, killing hundreds of horse thieves, it sounds very satisfying. It is not an exaggeration to say that people in the world have been thinking about it for countless years. Everyone wants to sweep away the injustice with the sword." It's a good thing, but it's not a good thing for those foils."

"I have a lot of debts to pay with Ye Zhai, but not today."

The man shook the cup, and the light flashed in the cup, as if he had seen blood soaked in the snow, which was very dazzling.