Xiang Yan said nothing. Qu Feiyan said: "Don't you think Saint Aunt will make the decision for me?" Xiang Yan said: "Songshan Sect is one of the most powerful sects in the martial arts world, and Zuo Lengchan is also one of the most powerful sects in the martial arts world. What can Holy Auntie do? Lord? What can she do to the Songshan Sect and Zuo Lengchan?" Qu Feiyan said dissatisfied: "The Holy Aunt has thousands of people from three mountains and five mountains, how can she still not be able to deal with a mere Songshan Sect?"
Xiang Yan asked again: "Sage Aunt will really help you take revenge? Will she send thousands of people to besiege the Songshan Sect?" Qu Feiyan cheered herself up and said: "Sage Aunt loves me the most, she will definitely avenge my grandfather. , sent people to destroy the Songshan Sect."
Xiang Yan thought disapprovingly: "The holy aunt should be Ren Yingying. I remember that Ren Yingying seemed to have the intention of rebelling. If Yingying, her predecessor, wanted to win over Qu Yang, she might look at you differently. But now that Qu Yang is dead, she Will she really let her men fight against the Songshan sect for a dead man?"
The two were silent for a while, and Qu Feiyan said uneasily: "Brother Yan, do you think Saint Aunt will not help me avenge you?" So what if you take revenge? Thousands of people rushing towards Songshan Mountain won’t raise a cloud of dust? Could Zuo Lengchan not notice such a big battle? Zuo Lengchan is not a fool. Why did he insist on staying when he knew he couldn’t be defeated? Fighting with you on Songshan Mountain? Why doesn't he run away?"
Qu Feiyan suddenly became anxious and said: "What should I do? Can't I get revenge?" Xiang Yan said: "It is better to rely on yourself than to ask others. Feifei, why do you have to ask Saint Aunt to help you take revenge? Why are you unwilling? Revenge with your own hands?" Qu Feiyan said listlessly: "Of course I am willing to avenge myself with my own hands, but I don't have the ability to avenge myself with my own hands. Zuo Lengchan's kung fu is too high, and I may not be able to beat him even if I practice for another thirty years. How can he take revenge with his own hands?"
Xiang Yan said with a smile: "Kung Fu doesn't necessarily have to be used to kill people. There are countless masters in the world who have fallen victim to poison. If you have a slim chance of becoming a master of martial arts and destroying the Songshan Sect, then you can become a master of poison and destroy the Songshan Sect." Will the chance be greater?" Qu Feiyan said thoughtfully: "When it comes to poisoning, the Five Immortals Sect is the strongest. The leader of the Five Immortals Sect Lan has a very good relationship with the Holy Aunt, so we'd better go find him first. Holy aunt."
Xiang Yan choked and thought to himself: "What I mean is that those who can save people can kill people. In the novel, whether learning medicine or poisoning, it seems that they all start by reciting the "Compendium of Materia Medica". We can also buy one first. This "Compendium of Materia Medica" was compared with the "Compendium of Materia Medica" to prepare a powerful poison to deal with the Songshan Sect and Zuo Lengchan. Hey, is there a "Compendium of Materia Medica" in this era?"
More than one day, the two came to Luoyang. Xiang Yan asked Qu Feiyan: "Fei Fei, can you play the piano?" Qu Feiyan said: "You know a little bit." Xiang Yan said: "I heard your grandfather and Liu Sanye play a song called 'Swordsman' After Qu', I am very interested in music. Fei Fei, can you teach me to play the piano?" Qu Feiyan said: "My piano skills are mediocre, I'm afraid I can't teach you. There are many people under the Holy Aunt who are good at playing the piano, I'll go Please ask Holy Aunt to find you a teacher!"
After entering Luoyang, the two found an inn to rest first. The next day, Qu Feiyan brought Xiang Yan to Dongcheng. After passing several alleys, we came to a narrow alley. Xiang Yan was suspicious and asked, "Fei Fei, where are we going now?" Qu Feiyan said, "The Holy Aunt lives in front. We are going to find the Holy Aunt."
When I walked to the end of the alley, I saw a large green bamboo forest, swaying in the wind, elegant and natural. When Xiang Yan and Qu Feiyan stepped into the alley, they heard the tinkling sound of the piano as someone was playing it. The alley is cool and quiet, and it seems to be two different worlds from Luoyang City outside. At this moment, there was a "clang" sound, one of the strings suddenly cut off, and the sound stopped.
An old voice said: "Your distinguished guest is here in vain. What advice can you give me?" Qu Feiyan said: "Grandpa Zhuweng, I am right and wrong! I came to see the Holy Aunt. Is the Holy Aunt here?" There was a soft-spoken female voice. Said: "That's right! Come in!" Qu Feiyan whispered to Xiang Yan: "You wait here first, I'll go see the holy aunt." Xiang Yan nodded.
Xiang Yan stood alone in the alley. There was no sound in the alley. Occasionally, the wind blew the bamboo leaves, making a "rustling" sound. After waiting for a while, I only heard a sobbing whisper, and after a while, I heard the sound of a piano. Xiang Yan was startled and vaguely remembered hearing the music played by Qu Yang that day.
Xiang Yan only felt that although the tunes played by Ren Yingying and Qu Yang were the same, the artistic conception was very different. The melody played by Ren Yingying is calm and to the point. When listening to it, one can only feel the beauty of the music, but not the passionate passion played by Qu Yang. After playing for a long time, the melody of the piano paused, as if the sound couldn't help but fade away. Rather, it was as if the person playing the harp had walked dozens of feet away, then several miles away, and could no longer hear the slightest sound.
Just when the sound of the piano seemed to have stopped, one or two extremely low and thin flute sounds sounded beside the sound of the piano. Swirling gracefully, the sound of the flute gradually gets louder, just like a flute player slowly approaching while playing. The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes soft and sometimes loud. When it reaches the extreme low, after a few circles, it sinks again.
Although it is extremely low and thin, every syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearls in the bass, and the jumps are crisp and short, one after another. The multiplicity of sounds gradually increases, first like the splashing of a singing spring, and then like a group of flowers vying for beauty, with clusters of flowers interspersed with the chirping of birds. Gradually, the birds are disappearing, and the remaining spring flowers are falling. However, the sound of rain is heard, and the scene is desolate and solemn. The drizzle is continuous, if it comes or not. Finally everything was silent.
The sound of the flute paused for a long time, and Xiang Yan felt like he was waking up from a dream. Although Xiang Yan didn't understand music and had listened to Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng once before, he still felt intoxicated when he listened to Ren Yingying's duet this time.
