With his feet on a sled, Tang Yu almost didn't have to control himself, and he rushed involuntarily and rushed all the way to the vicinity of the Saint Hall.

"gurgling!"

The sound of the piano is quiet, like rain hitting the banana leaves. Listening to such songs in the snow in the sky is a unique flavor.

The speed gradually slowed down and the sound of the piano became clearer.

After several twists and turns, there was a small courtyard door in front of me half-closed. "Soon!" After a while, Tang Yu felt that the thin strings on his feet were gone.

He jumped off the sled, staring at the courtyard in front of him, and his lips had just tilted, but the sound of the piano reached its peak.

The originally bright spring day seemed to be coming suddenly, and the sound of the piano became very rapid.

"Crazy!" The storm was stormy, and there was no longer the style of rain hitting banana leaves, but only the roar of the wind and the panic of the turbid waves. Accompanied by the thunder, pedestrians on the road disappeared, and business travelers closed their doors and doors. The scene was impossible to look directly at.

Tang Yu felt a breath in his chest, and his mind was instantly filled with endless fear. His body seemed to float up, just like fallen leaves in the wind. A gust of wind came out and could crush him.

His heart was beating faster and faster, and the blood and energy in his body became more and more vigorous, and his magic power ran around. He was so scared that he quickly took out the magic pen, forced himself to concentrate, and gently activate the pen tip, and used the "Yan Gong Duobao Tie" in the air.

But the sound of the piano interfered, making him restless and trembled.

It was like writing a book, and his hands were shaking with a big sandbag tied to his hands.

Fortunately, he was determined and finally wrote it. He finished writing in one word. Beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead.

When I wrote the second word, my mood calmed down a little.

He made a concerted effort and wrote dozens of words in one breath, feeling exhausted all over. His magic power was almost exhausted.

At this moment, the sound of the piano changed again, but the storm gradually dissipated, the clouds closed and the rain stopped, and the bright sunny day returned to the bright and bright day.

Tang Yu put away the pen, his body was soaked in sweat, and he quickly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your rescue. Seniors used the piano to guide the younger generation in calligraphy, which has benefited a lot..."

There was no response in the yard. When the last note dissipated, there was silence.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting darker. It was almost the first moment of Shen Shi. Tang Yu looked up at the sky and finally gritted his teeth and walked into the yard.

In the yard, there is an octagonal pavilion, and a woman in black robe sits in the pavilion...

"Ah..." Tang Yu was shocked, and the woman in black robe happened to look up at him.

"Is it... it's you?"

The woman in black robe is nothing else, but she turns out to be Ji Sunxiang.

Ji Sunxiang did not move, nor did she smile, her face turned pale, and she shook her head gently.

A cold voice came from the attic entering the yard: "Is this what Tang Xianjue you said? It's just that! But I haven't seen "Yan Gong Duobao Tie" for a long time. I didn't expect that there are still people among the scholars of Wuling who can practice this book to the point where they can barely enter the house."

Tang Yu turned his head and looked at the attic. A woman who was also black was proudly standing on the attic.

The woman described her petite, fair-faced, thin lips, sharp eyes as sharp as a knife, and a cold face.

Ji Sunxiang still didn't say anything. Tang Yu hurriedly bowed and said, "My younger brother, Tang Xianjue, Wuling, pays homage to senior!"

The woman did not look at Tang Yu, stared at Ji Sunxiang coldly and said, "Xiang'er. Haven't you heard what I asked you?"

Ji Sunxiang slowly lowered her head and said, "Auntie, it's not bad, he is Tang Xianjue!"

Tang Yu's mood was extremely complicated for a moment. Since the last battle in Wuling River, Tang Yu had secretly hated Ji Sunxiang. The woman in front of her had a weird personality and was moody, so she encountered such dangers.

Especially in the end, Ji Sunxiang suddenly ordered many high scholars to be besieged, which was extremely shameless. Such a powerful woman was really unreasonable and it was really hard to feel good about her.

But today, she was the one who saved her.

The person who saves himself is so profound that the piano is beyond imagination.

This place is at least several kilometers away from Tailai Inn, but the other party could pull himself back with a wisp of piano silk. Such piano methods can be said to be the pinnacle. Ji Sunxiang called him aunt, and I think this woman must be a master of Ji Sunshi's generation.

The woman in black robe finally fell on Tang Yu's face and said, "Tang Xianjue, on the Wuling River, if you destroy so many senior students in my Ji Sun family, how should this matter be settled?"

Ji Sunxiang suddenly stood up and said, "Aunt, I said that it was not Tang Xianjue's fault, it was me..."

"Shut up, is there any share in your conversation?" the woman in black robe said angrily.

Ji Sunxiang seemed to be very afraid of this woman and quickly lowered her head and did not dare to speak.

Tang Yu frowned slightly, took a deep breath and said, "Senior, this matter is actually easy to resolve. I did kill several scholars from the Ji Sun family that day. If there were scholars from the Ji Sun family here now, I could kill me. Isn't this fair to exchange my life for life?"

Speaking of this, Tang Yu said lightly: "I am not afraid of talented people learning to confront each other with the powerful, but only afraid of conspiracy and bullying the small. The senior's Qindao has a high level of cultivation, so he must be a senior expert. He must be disdainful of being like Dong Guoji and others, and dare not let the younger scholars fight me head-on. They are all doing those dirty villains..."

"What a clever child, Xiang'er, these children are mostly cunning and slick-mouthed. How can you fall in love with such a person?" said the woman in black robe.

"ah……"

Tang Yu and Ji Sunxiang exclaimed at the same time.

Ji Sunxiang's face was flushed, but Tang Yu looked incredible.

The two looked at each other and almost moved their eyes away at the same time. Tang Yu felt extremely absurd in his heart.

I thought to myself, Ji Sunxiang, the top genius of Ji Sun's family, and the Minister of Youxue Temple in Dachu, would he like him? What did he like?

Ji Sunxiang also lowered her head and said nothing, but she was no longer as crazy and straightforward as before, like a girl in the boudoir, and did not dare to look up.

She has been doing what she wants since she was born, and after she entered school, she was invincible. No matter where she went, she was overwhelming her opponents and never encountered anything unpleasant.

She only occasionally understands all kinds of love for her children from classics, but she never feels that there is a scholar who makes her admire him.

Speaking of which, Sun Xiang has so many people who have been proposing marriage in the last years. Not only the wealthy families of the Great Chu, the royal family, the Jin, the Song and Yan countries all have the children who are willing to make friends with the Dongguo family in Qin and Jin.

But Ji Sunxiang ran to Wuling and met the unknown Tang Xianjue, and gradually became in love.

Even she herself found it incredible, and she couldn't even tell whether this was a relationship between children.

Anyway, when she saw Tang Yuhuai holding another woman in Wuling Jiangshan that day, she felt angry and couldn't hold it in one breath.

Today, news came that Dong Guo's family Dong Guoji wanted to kill Tang Yu, so she was restless and tried every means to ask her aunt to save Tang Yu's life.

But when she saw Tang Yu, she didn't know what to say. She felt extremely embarrassed. When she remembered the incident in Wulingjiang that day, she felt confused and complicated in her heart, and the feeling was indescribable.

The yard was silent, Tang Yu was stunned, and Ji Sunxiang lowered her head and said nothing.

The woman in black robe stared at Tang Yu tightly, her eyes full of fierceness.

"Yixiang, go down and kill this son!"

A woman suddenly rushed out of the attic. She was wearing a black robe, with a beautiful face, about twenty years old, and her expression was like the ice in winter. She felt like she was falling into an ice cellar at a glance.

The woman's fingers were slender, and the strings jumped at her fingertips, and the "Dingdong" sound attacked Tang Yu.

Tang Yu took a step back, and his standing position had exploded, and the snow was flying, which attracted his eyes.

He had resisted the sound of the piano and almost exhausted the mana in his body. Although he had been resting for two moments just now, the mana in his body was consumed too much and had not recovered yet.

But he didn't say a word, took out the pen and wrote the word "Yong" seriously.

In all calligraphy, the eight methods of eternal calligraphy are all-encompassing, and Yan Gong's calligraphy even applied these eight methods of regular script to the extreme.

Cultivators who practice regular script will understand the brushwork and style from this word, and Tang Yu is no exception.

He used his pen very slowly, but every stroke was very accurate and accurate. His pen tip was not exposed, and almost always started his pen, but it was completely different from other calligraphy.

A vortex of mana formed by one after another appeared in front of him.

He retreated while fighting, his expression was unpredictable, and his opponent's piano trajectory was unpredictable, either as a piano blade, a piano knife, a piano sword, or a tangible or invisible.

The strings in the hand changed from three to six, and it was obvious that they used the extremely powerful six-stringed lyre.

According to legend, the six-stringed zither was created by a generation of zither sages. Qin Sheng had six fingers, and was known as the six-fingered zither sage. The six-stringed zither, and the eight-sounding sounds are the legendary Tiansheng Eight-sounding sounds.

In traditional piano music, only the five notes of Gongshangjiao and Zhengyu, but the six-stringed zither has eight notes, which shows the difficulty of the six-stringed zither.

The woman in front of her was a master of the six-stringed zither. Although her cultivation was not as good as a high-level scholar, she had skillful fingering and exquisite techniques. When she pressed the first note, she would be like a surging river, endlessly without any pause in the middle.

The zither has a graceful style and takes into account strange changes, and can often kill enemies in a small space.

In a blink of an eye, Tang Yu had retreated to the gate of the yard. The woman smiled coldly and said, "Didn't you speak wildly before? Why did you just retreat and not attack?"

Tang Yu pursed his lips and said nothing, and the pen in his hand was not messy at all. Although he was at a disadvantage, he did not feel any frustration at all.

It is still Yan Gongduobao's calligraphy, with his brushwork running, every stroke and meticulous.

Judging from his appearance, he didn't look like he had just experienced a life-and-death escape, like a fellow disciple who was having a conversation, his expression was calm and relaxed, and he felt extremely confident in ease.

The way to practice is long, not a matter of one day or one night.

Tang Yu's practice time is still short, and although he has outstanding qualifications, the four arts are still a little shallow after all.

These days he has been rushing to travel, encountering various troubles one after another, and neglecting to practice, but this is the only thing that cannot determine the outcome.
Chapter completed!