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When Li Bai and Xu Lanxian heard this, they were shocked. They felt that it was really good to obtain and praised it. Immediately afterwards, Xu Lanxian asked again: "Young Master, can you tell which master this piano comes from? I have been watching this piano for a few years and it is not like a new thing. Moreover, the girl is not talented and has read many ancient books related to the piano, but it seems that she has not seen any book that contains the Nine Sky Ring Pear, so I would like to ask my master for advice."

"I'm ashamed to say that I don't know which master this piano came from." The young man with white paper fan put the piano on the stone table beside him and said, "I only know that this piano was brought out by a man from the tomb of Yixia Dynasty."

"Oh?" Li Bai and Xu Lanxian were shocked. Unexpectedly, this piano had such a origin. After being stunned, Li Bai asked, "Brother, can you tell me?"

"It's like this." The boy who fanned the white paper was not very mysterious and said bluntly: "I have lived outside the border for a long time. I have often seen a very strange person appearing outside the border since about five years ago."

"Strange person?" Li Bai.

"Yes, this man is so nervous." The boy with white paper slap in his seat and drank a sip of wine, falling into memories: "I remember the first time I saw him was in a river. He was injured and floating in the water. I thought he was a dead person."

"Later, I asked someone to cure him, and asked him who he was and where he came from? He did not answer and asked me if I wanted to learn martial arts?"

"I answered that he didn't want to, because my family was poor at that time, so I just wanted to be a literati. In the future, I went to Beijing for a good study and served my parents with great success."

"He smiled after hearing this, and then poured out a lot of gold, silver and jewelry from this cloth bag and asked me to take them all. I was shocked at that time because I had never seen so many gold, silver and jewelry..."

As he was talking, the boy with white paper fan was completely trapped in the memories. Li Bai, Xu Lanxian and Wei Wan were also listening as if he was there.

When he saw the boy with white paper fan frightened by these gold, silver and jewelry, the weird man laughed and said, "Take all these treasures and treat them as rewards for saving me."

The boy with white paper fan was indeed moved at that time, but calmed down and thought, and said, "No, although my family is a little poor, both my parents are not sick and suffering. Although they are busy in the fields day and night, we are also happy. I want to build great achievements with my own hands to respect my parents, not by... relying on the alms of others. Therefore, I will not want these gold, silver and jewelry from you."

"Oh?" The strange man became more interested in the boy with white paper fan and said, "You saved me and I will repay you. What's wrong with this? So you can take these gold, silver and jewelry with confidence. If it's not enough, I still have it."

As he said that, the weird man poured the cloth bag in his hand to the ground again, and then countless gold, silver and jewelry ran out from it. In just one blink of an eye, the whole room was covered with all the floor.

The boy with white paper sucked his saliva and felt that the gold, silver and jewelry in front of him were like delicious dishes, tempting them to eat. But in the end, under the struggle of thought, the boy with white paper sucked his saliva and shook his head hard and said no.

The weird man frowned and asked, "Then what do you think? As long as you can say it, I will give it to you!"

"No need!" said the boy with white paper fan: "I will fight for what I want."

"But you saved me?" The weirdo: "The thing I don't want to see most in my life is to owe others favors."

"This is not a favor, it's just a simple task, and it's also a kind of practice for me." The boy with white paper fan: "So we're considered equal, and no one owes anyone."

"Interesting!" The weirdo smiled, paused, and suddenly said, "Then do your good guy to the end, can you do another favor?"

"You said." The boy with white paper fan: "As long as it does not go against my beliefs, even if it goes up to the mountain of swords and seas of fire, I will definitely help you."

"No need!" The weirdo smiled: "I just want to hire you as one of my helpers."

"Help?" asked the boy with white paper fan: "What kind of helper do? Let's talk about it first."

"It's very simple. I'll go to the mountain." said the weirdo: "And what you have to do is to go upstream of the river that has saved me at about three o'clock every day. If you find that I'm injured, you can save me again."

"An?" The boy with white paper fan felt that this was incredible, and he was stunned and asked, "What are you going to do in that mountain?"

"I can't tell you this." The weirdo: "You just need to go upstream of the river to save me."

The boy with white paper fan did not think much and agreed. By the morning of the next day, the strange man went to the mountains. Before leaving, he gave the boy with white paper fan a small bottle containing some pills and told him: "If you find me injured, then you can eat this for me, and you don't need to hire a doctor."

The boy with white paper fan nodded and agreed, and then he would go to the upper reaches of the river to see every day, without exception. The boy with white paper fan waited for seven days for the first time. After seven days, the strange man appeared in the river and floated, and was still seriously injured as before.

Although he was a little curious, the boy with white paper fan did not ask much and took the pill as promised. What was incredible is that after taking the pill, the weirdo woke up soon after.

This time, this weird man brought many treasures to the boy with white paper fan, and asked him to take it very much. However, the boy with white paper fan still insisted on his original intention and did not.

After a few days of rest, the strange man went into the mountain again. The boy with white paper fan also went to the river to wait for him every day. This time, he waited for nearly half a month before he saw the strange man appear, but he was still covered in injuries.

Then he fed the pill, rested for a few days, and went to the mountains again. This went on for more than three years. In three years, the time when this strange man disappeared and appeared was not fixed, which made people unable to grasp it. He appeared in as little as three or two days, and at most about two and a half months, and in as much as two or a half months.

Among them, the boy with white paper fan also asked curiously what he did in the mountains, why he was injured every time. What's even more strange is that every time he appeared on time around noon and three o'clock, and various questions were found.

As a result, the weird guy didn't say anything, and he didn't tell the boy Fan Baizi. However, after these days, the two became very familiar with each other and almost talked about everything.

Every time this weird guy comes back, the boy with white paper fan will take the initiative to tell him all his experiences and the confusions in poetry and books. After he listens, he will give an answer that satisfies the boy with white paper fan.

As the boy came and went, the white paper fan felt that this weird person was very powerful, as if there were nothing he didn't know about. But three years later, something happened, and everything in an order was completely disrupted.

He wanted to go back down the river as usual, but when the boy who fanned the white paper woke him up as usual, he became completely different. He began to go crazy and lose consciousness like a demon, and every time he went crazy, he was in pain that he could not survive or die.

This situation lasted for nearly half a year. He improved a little by the care of the boy with the white paper fan. When he woke up, he gave the magical cloth bag to the white paper fan boy and said, "Do you one last favor and all the treasures in the cloth bag are treated as rewards."

The boy with white paper slaps shook his head and said, "How much do you want me to help you? Tell me, I will definitely promise you, but I will not want the things in this cloth bag."

"No, you must, because..." He paused and then continued, "Because I want you to sell your life to me."

"An?" The boy with white paper fan felt strange and was stunned and asked, "What do you want my life?"

"You don't need to know this." He said: "When the time is right, someone will take your life away. Of course, you can refuse now, or take these treasures, forget about the things that have happened in the past three years and go far away."

The boy with white paper fan did not rush to agree, saying that he would think about it overnight, but after thinking about it, he finally decided not to agree. So he was about to find this weird guy to explain it clearly the next day.

Unexpectedly, he saw this strange man playing the piano under the tree in the yard. The song was very nice. The boy who fanned the white paper fell in love with it as soon as he heard it. The piano he used was the Jiuxiao Huanpeng.

Looking at the piano and listening to the song, the boy suddenly became moved. After waiting for the song, he stepped forward and asked, "What's the name you call this song? It's so nice!"

He smiled slightly and said, "Guangling San."

"Guangling San?" The young man with white paper fan was shocked and asked, "Cao Wei Qin's Qin's, Ji Kang's Guangling San?"

"Not bad." He: "It's this song."

"But..." The young man with white paper fan was stunned and said, "But isn't this Guangling San lost? There are rumors that before Ji Kang died, he burned all of it with fire?"

The young man with white paper fan knew that Ji Kang's name was Shuye, and he was born in the fifth year of Huangchu in Emperor Wen of Wei. There is another saying that he was born in the fourth year of Huangchu and later one of the seven sages of the bamboo forest.

Ji Kang's ancestor was originally surnamed Xi and lived in Shangyu, Kuaiji. However, in order to avoid his enemies, his great-grandfather moved to Ji County, Qiao State and changed his surname to Ji.

Ji Kang's father Ji Zhao was the censor of the Book of Documents at that time, and he was in charge of all the classics and ancient books of the country. Ji Kang's brother Ji Xi was a scholar in his early years, and later became a military officer, and later became a Taifu, the governor of Yangzhou, Zong Zheng and other positions.

Because of these, Ji Kang was smart since childhood, read a lot of books and learned a lot of skills. Later, he married the great-granddaughter of Emperor Wu of Wei, Cao Cao, and the Lord of Changle Pavilion as his wife. From then on, he was appointed as a doctor and was transferred to the doctor of Zhongsan, and was known as Ji Zhongsan in the world.

However, due to the chaos in the country, Ji Kang's career was not smooth. So he hid in the mountains and forests with his wife and children, refusing to become an official. During this period, Ji Kang created the Guangling San, which was famous for his generations.

Later, Ji Kang was executed by Sima Zhao, who was in power because he offended the Sili schoolmaster Zhong Hui. At the time of death, he was 40 years old. There were rumors that before Ji Kang died, he burned the Guangling santhemum and said that there was a secret hidden in it.

Now, when the boy fanned the white paper, he was surprised and even disbelief when he saw this strange man popping out of Guangling San. However, the strange man did not answer and only said one sentence: "History is written by the winner, and cannot be counted in full."

The boy with a white paper fan looked regretful, paused, and asked again: "What kind of piano is this? It seems to have been around for a few years?"

"It's been a long time since." He smiled and suddenly asked, "Didn't you always want to know what I'm doing in that mountain?"

"I want to know." The boy with white paper fan: "Are you going to tell me today?"

"No!" He shook his head and smiled, saying, "I just want to tell you that there is an ancient tomb from the Xia Dynasty in that mountain, which I brought out from."

"Ancient tomb?" The young man with white paper fucked in a daze and asked, "So you went to the mountain to rob the tomb?"

The weirdo smiled mysteriously, without refuting, but without admitting, and asked: "This zither is called Jiuxiao Huanpei, do you like it?"

"I like it." The boy who fanned the white paper did not hesitate.

"Then I'll give it to you!"

"real?"

"real!"

"Forget it!"

"Oh?" he asked, "Why don't you?"

"That's right." The boy with white paper fan said truthfully: "My piano skills are not very good, and I am only dedicated to studying the books of sages and have no time to practice piano skills. So if this piano falls into my hands, it is tantamount to a waste. A good piano should be matched with a good piano player."

"What about this Guangling San?" he asked: "Since you claim to be poor in piano skills, why do you want to learn from this Guangling San? Shouldn't a good son of music be matched with a good piano player?"

"The reason I want to learn is because I really like this Guangling San." said the boy with white paper fan: "It is because I know that there are very few people in the world who can understand this song, and they are hard to come by. I also know that you will leave this, but if you leave, I will not hear this song again, so I want to learn it, even though my piano skills are not good, I also want to learn it."

"But." He asked with a smile: "Besides having to match a good piano player, shouldn't you also match a good piano?"

"This..." The boy was speechless with white paper.

"Hahaha, do you think this will work?" He laughed and said, "Let's just make a bet. If I lose, then I will teach you this Guangling San as you wish. In addition, I will also give you this Brushing Jiuxiao Huanpeng."

"But!" The boy who fanned the white paper wanted to refuse, thinking that the Jiuxiao Huan Pei was too expensive, and also thinking that it was a waste to fall into his hands. But then he thought that what the weird guy said was actually right, good piano, good musician, and good piano master, were inseparable. So he resisted the rejection he wanted to say and asked, "What if I lost?"

"If you lose, you have to sell your life to me." His eyes were mysterious and he paused, and said, "Also, if you lose, you have to take away the treasures in this cloth bag and try your best to spend all of him."
Chapter completed!