It has become a mystery whether Guanglingsan is the plot of Nie Zheng's assassination of Han puppets.
But Ji Kuang got the complete repertoire of Nie Zheng's assassination of Han puppets from Meiren, which was exactly the same as the piece of paper he got.
Perhaps Guangling San is not a song about Nie Zheng's assassination of Han puppets, but a song about Nie Zheng's assassination of Han puppets, with forty-six sections in one section, and one section in each section.
It really makes poppies envious for a long time.
She really didn't expect that an ordinary piece of music would actually contain a hidden cultivation technique.
I talked with Ji Kuang for a long time and asked for advice, but except for Ji Kuang's Ji Qin, no murderous aura could be emitted by changing any strings.
Is Ji Kang's so-called "unparalleled music" a combination of Ji Qin, Nie Zheng's Han Puppet music, and Ji's music score, which is extremely difficult to achieve?
"boom!"
One song and eleven swords.
The sword has an edge.
Yi Yanghou's backyard was already riddled with holes.
Ji Kuang practiced the piano day and night, almost becoming crazy.
"Master Hou! Master Hou!"
The housekeeper of Yi Yanghou was called Yang Yang.
In ordinary times, Mr. Hou lives in a town with 2,000 households and not many family members.
Not obsessed with fame.
As a result, the housekeeper lived a more leisurely life, often humming a tune in front of the Marquis's house with his legs crossed.
Passers-by thought that Yang Yang was the Marquis.
"Why are you so panicked?" Ji Kuang wrapped up Ji Qin and blamed him.
"An old friend of the Marquis is coming to visit. The old servant came to inform him early."
Yang Yang didn't think Ji Kuang was really angry.
I have served my Lord Marquis for more than twenty years, how can I not know his temper?
"It's just someone here. Why are you so flustered? Let him wait in the living room!" Ji Kuang curled his lips disdainfully.
Seeing that Yang Yang had received the order and turned around, he asked again: "Can you tell me the name of the person coming?"
"The red envelope Taoist is named Ling Muyun. There is another one named Zhou Xing, who is wearing..."
"Ling Muyun?"
Ji Kuang tied the piano on his back and patted Yang Yang on the back of the head: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? This is a life-and-death friendship! Come on, follow me to the door to greet you!"
Yang Yang rubbed his head and muttered angrily, "It's not like the Marquis said don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
"Dare to talk back!"
Yang Yang shrank his head, dodged Ji Kuang's slap, and laughed playfully: "Master Marquis, is this old servant's movement okay?"
"Shang Ke, I can fight Sanqi, the rogue in the city!" Ji Kuang nodded: "You Sanqi."
"Impossible! Lord Marquis, I estimate that it is at least 50-50!"
"By the way, what did you say Mr. Ling was? Red envelope Taoist?"
"Isn't that right? I saw him wearing a red feather coat, which is very conspicuous, just like a red envelope!"
"Ha ha!"
"We haven't seen him for many years, what makes Brother Kuang so happy?" Ling Muyun saw Ji Kuang laughing from a distance, raised his hands and asked.
"I just saw the red envelope! Brother Ling is still as charming as ever! This is..."
After chatting for a while, Ji Kuang asked Yang Yang to prepare food and drinks, and then took the initiative to talk about the farewell to the immortals.
He and Poppy passed through Dingbei, Dunhuang, and Chang'an until they reached Yiyang.
Poppy stayed in the mansion for a few days and then left in a hurry. As for where she went, he didn't know.
But she left a message, and if Ling Muyun came, he knew where she was going.
"Brother Ling, I think Poppy has secretly made a promise!" Ji Kuang said with a sour look on his face: "Tell me, where did Poppy go?"
"Lingyin Temple in Qiantang, Wu County."
Ling Muyun said firmly.
"Telling one another?"
Ling Muyun didn't answer.
I have been listening to music at Beigoulan since I went to the Fairy Crossing to say goodbye. I have always been in debt to the poppy's Xizhou music.
It's time to pay it back.
"Have some food and I'll make some arrangements for the evening!" Ji Kuang's eyes flashed with a strange light.
"ideas?"
"It's not as good as the Qiuci singing and dancing, but it has a different mood."
"Listening to music?" Zhou Xing's interest was also aroused: "It is said that Guangling San is circulated in Yiyang. I don't know whether it is true or not. Brother Kuang, do you want to play an authentic piece first?"
"Want to hear?" Ji Kuang asked sincerely.
"I want to hear it," Zhou Xing replied very pertinently.
Ling Muyun was also curious about how much Ji Kuang had improved in his cultivation during this year.
"Let's go to the backyard!"
Ji Qin caressed her gently, and the spring breeze was warm.
I caress you again, the autumn wind is bleak.
Gather gently, twist slowly, apply and pick again.
First there was one long sword, then there were two swords, then three swords, until eleven swords.
Like a rainbow, like a giant arrow, the cold penetrates to the bones.
Pierced into the rockery with a bang.
It left a mark but the edge of the sword remained unabated, roaring, and then entered the sky again.
"It looks like a sword, but it is actually murderous."
"The murderous aura has taken shape and reached its peak!"
"Okay, let's stop bragging. But, having said that, one sword is better than one. The finale is forty-six sections, which is spectacular when you think about it."
Ji Qin's eyes were bright, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he continued: "When my Ji's Fourth Lane and Cai's Fifth Lane reach perfection, Brother Ling will not be allowed to guard the gate of Yiyang Mansion?"
"Brother Kuang is very clever. Brother Yun, do you want to show off your skills?"
Zhou Xing drew his three-foot sword and said, "I'll do the same."
Nine questions to the common people.
One question, two questions, three questions, four questions.
It is also a sword, but it is majestic.
"Sure enough, Qin is the most difficult. It is both artistic conception and method."
Ji Kuang admired Zhou Xing's technique, but secretly considered the quality of the technique in his heart.
"Brother Yun, it's your turn!"
Ji Kuang and Zhou Xing both showed their special skills. Ling Muyun couldn't hide his clumsiness. He looked at Zhou Xing who was jumping far away and said: "No need to hide so far, there is no need for thunder today."
"Thunder in the Palm!"
Lei Fa Zhouzheng, but in the eyes of the two of them, it was a bit unsatisfactory.
"Brother Ling has a thunder chain, which is quite powerful. A better way is to use the four beasts to suppress evil spirits. It can really suppress ghosts and gods."
Ji Kuang's words made Zhou Xing curl his lips: "How long has it been since you last seen Brother Yun?"
"Spring Thunder Derivative"
"Ding!"
"Snapped!"
Ling Muyun, like a ghost, shuttled around the two of them, sometimes patting his shoulders with the back of his black blade, and sometimes pushing away his waist with the back of his palm.
The two of them opened their eyes wide, released their true energy, and were alert in advance, but still could not capture his figure.
He simply gave up his defense and let Ling Muyun beat his body like a wooden stake without making any resistance.
"It's not that the movement is too fast!"
"It's teleportation itself!"
"I eagerly asked people to apologize. Now that I think about it, I wish I could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. It would be so embarrassing!"
"This year?" Ji Kuang felt the deepest.
A year's change has gone from being equally matched to being far behind.
He didn't know whether he had missed something or was too stubborn about the music score.
So much so that he didn't even have the means to touch Ling Muyun's figure.
"It's embarrassing!"
Ling Muyun clasped his hands and said to the two of them.
"You call this showing off one's ugliness?" Ji Kuang picked up Ji Qin and asked, "Tell me, how did you practice this year?"
"One year?" Zhou Xing asked doubtfully.
After Ling Muyun left Ji Kuang and Yu Meiren, he told him about going to the Lei Pond alone: "However, the gap between him and the Grand Master is not even a tiny bit!"
Ji Kuang rolled his eyes.
Zhou Xing also rolled his eyes.
"Tonight, Miss Chu, you pay the bill!"
"Aren't you doing your best to be a landlord?"
"No end!"
"Why?"
“I don’t want to exhaust myself!”
