Chapter 11 Musical Sword Score

Although the two of them were moving their hands upstairs, everyone could see clearly on the stairs. Seeing that Tang Jinlou took action, he instantly beat a disciple of Songshan to kneel on the ground. He couldn't help but exclaim, seven points surprised, while the remaining three points praised Tang Jinlou's martial arts. Although it was considered a sneak attack, this level of cultivation had already scared many people in the world.

Le Hou's face turned pale and shouted angrily: "Tang Jinlou, what are you going to do?" The Songshan disciples who had already run to Dingyi and Hengshan disciples' rooms upstairs also turned back and surrounded Tang Jinlou. The reason why Le Hou was so angry was not only because Tang Jinlou stopped the disciples of Songshan Sect from entering his hut in public, but also because he actually made a move to knock Zhang Qingfeng to kneel on the ground. This really slapped Songshan Sect in the face.

A figure flashed out at the stairs, and the weapon pointed at Tang Jinlou and said viciously: "Tang Jinlou, you attacked the disciples of Songshan. Could it be that there is something shameful in your room?" Tang Jinlou glanced at the man, with white eyebrows and white hair, and it was the white-headed immortal Weng Bu Chen. He thought to himself: Ren Yingying said that there are more than four good players in the Songshan School, and it seems that this is true. Bu Chen and Lehou are both here. It is impossible for them not to put two masters outside, otherwise the encirclement would be a decoration.

Tang Jinlou ignored Bu Chen, bowed his hand, and said to Le Hou: "Uncle Leshi, although there is nothing unspeakable in my room, I don't welcome uninvited people. Although this is an inn, since I have lived in it, it is naturally my room. This senior brother of the Songshan School ignored my dissuasion and insisted on breaking. The disciple had to stop him a little, and I hope Uncle Leshi will not blame him."

Le Hou snorted and said, "You let him go first."

Tang Jinlou said respectfully, "As for your order." He looked at Su Yanyue, Su Yanyue nodded, walked to Zhang Qingfeng, kicked several acupoints in his chest with his feet. Zhang Qingfeng was suddenly on the ground and was immediately carried down by the disciples of Songshan. Lehou saw Su Yanyue kicking someone with his toes to untie him, wouldn't he look down on him? Tang Jinlou is the one who is trying to do it, but he is unwilling to untie him personally. This clearly despise the Songshan School.

In fact, Tang Jinlou looked down on the Songshan School, but he just looked down on Zhang Qingfeng.

As soon as Zhang Qingfeng was carried down, the disciples of the Songshan Sect immediately surrounded him again. Tang Jinlou sneered slightly, and only heard Lehou shouting: "Tang Jinlou, you just said that Qingfeng broke into the room where you live, which was simply nonsense. Master Dingyi has already agreed to the search of my Songshan Sect in person. Everyone can hear it clearly. Can you deny it?"

Everyone looked at Dingyi. She sat quietly at the table, folded her hands together and closed her eyes to recite scriptures. Master Dingyi was so jealous of evil, but he didn't know what to do today. He just sat and recited scriptures without seeing it. Most of the heroes came for the famous name of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Now, he unexpectedly saw the internal strife of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and he felt that this trip was worth it.

Tang Jinlou replied respectfully: "Uncle Le, Master Dingyi is indeed a very respectful teacher of the younger generation. But she is the uncle of the Hengshan Sect, and I am afraid she cannot be the master. My disciple is just a second-generation disciple in Huashan, with six senior brothers and a master's generation. I often can't count what he says on Huashan. However, in Fuzhou City, my disciple is the most senior in Huashan. Anyone who wants to search my junior sister and I must have my consent, otherwise it is disrespectful to me. Although Master Dingyi is very famous, he cannot be the master of my Huashan Sect. It is related to the honor of the master. The disciple has to be careful and has to offend the senior brother of Songshan and ask Uncle Le to forgive me."

He spoke respectfully and humblely, and his words were appropriate, and he was not far from Huashan. He wanted to distinguish what Master Dingyi said. When Qunhao heard him, he felt that this was true. No matter how senior the Master of the Hengshan Sect in Beiyue was, his words could not represent the Huashan Sect. Some people who didn't care about Songshan Sect thought this way, and they said it.

"Young Master Tang did a good job and cherished his reputation, which is right."

"That's right, the Songshan School did something wrong."

“…”

Le Hou listened to everyone's words with a pale face, and suddenly heard a sweet female voice saying, "The Songshan Sect sees that there are only two young people here in the Huashan Sect, and they deliberately bully them."

Le Hou suddenly turned around, but saw that the person who spoke was the woman he had seen before. Le Hou snorted and asked, "What kind of girl is from?"

The woman smiled and said, "Guess." Her voice was sweet and sensual.

Le Hou turned his head in disgust, knowing that such a woman would not fight you head-on, it was the most difficult to deal with. Le Hou looked up at Tang Jinlou, suppressed his anger, and asked reluctantly: "Nephew Tang, I won't pursue what happened before. Now I'll just ask one question, are you willing to let us go into the house to check?"

Tang Jinlou looked at both sides. The disciples of Songshan Sect were in their hands and looked at him with vigilance. The situation seemed to be dealing with the demons of the Demon Sect. But it was almost the same. As long as Tang Jinlou said something no, these weapons would be afraid that they would greet him immediately.

The woman downstairs said loudly: "So many of you are surrounding him, may you fight with each other if you have a disagreement? Mr. Tang, you don't let him in, see if he dares to hit you?" Many people responded and shouted, but the rest of them remained silent, knowing that the current situation was already a little nervous.

Le Houli ignored everyone's call and just stared at Tang Jinlou. Tang Jinlou thought to himself: If I don't let him go in and search, I will definitely fight. Is that going to say? It's just that I've been making trouble outside for so long, and if the girl still can't escape, I can't blame me. Grandpa, if you didn't hide in my room, would I have done this? Alas, the Songshan Sect's still good impression of being threat-free was completely destroyed.

He smiled and said, "Uncle Master is destined, how dare I not agree? Please." Le Hou snorted lightly, smiling and sarcastic, and said, "Since that's the case...Search!" When it comes to the word "Search", his voice and expression are harsh!

As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten people immediately rushed into Tang Jinlou's room. The rooms where the Hengshan Sect disciples lived were not searched. At this moment, someone also went in, including Su Yanyue's room. There was only one person in each room, but more than ten Songshan disciples rushed into Tang Jinlou's door in an instant. Seeing this, everyone naturally knew that the Songshan Sect was so angry that everyone was Tang Jinlou was so angry.

"I'm afraid I'll be retaliated." Many people thought to themselves.

"Cousin." Su Yanyue said softly.

Tang Jinlou turned his head and Su Yanyue was looking at him worriedly. Tang Jinlou felt aroused in his heart and whispered: "Do you know?" Su Yanyue nodded softly and said in a low voice: "I heard it." There was an unrestrained worry in her eyes. Not only was she afraid that the person would be caught, but she would implicate Tang Jinlou, but she was also worried that he would interact with people from the Demon Sect. If someone discovered...

Tang Jinlou gently pinched her hand and whispered: "Don't worry."

Su Yanyue opened her mouth and finally said nothing. However, the worries in her heart did not decrease at all, and she even couldn't help but think of Liu Zhengfeng from Hengshan City...

After a moment, the white-headed immortal man's voice came: "Senior brother, there is indeed no woman inside."

Tang Jinlou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he asked Su Yanyue to rest assured, going there did not mean he was not worried. What if that girl was careless?

But Bu Chen said immediately: "But we found this." The atmosphere in the inn suddenly became cold, and the white-headed fairy man walked out of the house. He held something high in his hand.

When Tang Jinlou saw that what Bu Chen took was the music score of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" given to him by Liu Zhengfeng. Tang Jinlou was furious: "You dare to flip my things!" As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten Songshan disciples following Bu Chen suddenly pulled out their weapons, and Bu Chen said coldly: "Why, do you want to do it?"

Tang Jinlou glanced at him, turned around and said to Le Hou, "Uncle Le, is the Songshan Sect searching people or searching the house?"

This sentence was a little sharp, Le Houqi's face turned black, but he said with anger and laughed in anger: "Mr. Tang is really good at speaking, so he is so wise. Let's take a look at what Jun. Brother Bu found first?"

The atmosphere on both sides is obviously wrong now. The heroes intend to remain silent, but there are also people with big nerves and those who don’t care about the harmonious atmosphere at all, and they can’t wait to ask: “Yes, what is that?”

Bu said in a deep voice: "I don't know either."

The heroes started to make a fuss, and someone said, "You don't know what it is, then you can take it out and show it to be ugly."

The woman said as if she was explaining: "You have to find something better to frame others."

Le Hou stared at Bu Chen and waited for him to speak. Bu Chen sneered and said, "It is precisely because I don't know what this is that it is even more suspicious. Nephew Tang, why don't we go downstairs and let everyone see clearly."

Tang Jinlou felt a sank and said, "Please."

Bu Shen came downstairs, handed the music score to Lehou, and said, "Senior Brother. Look."

Le Hou glanced at him, but asked Tang Jinlou, "Nephew Tang, I can't understand what this is." Tang Jinlou sneered: "This is a musical score. Uncle Musician doesn't understand the rhythm, so he naturally can't understand it."

Le Hou's heart sank: "Music score?" Bu Chen suddenly laughed and said, "What music score? Tang Jinlou, who can you deceive?" Tang Jinlou's face was cold and said, "There are so many heroes here. I believe there are people who are familiar with music. Then let them know it when they see it." But Bu Chen was full of confidence, looked at everyone, and bowed, "Dear heroes, who knows music, please come out and watch it to see if this is a music score."

Lehou was also infected when he saw Bu Chen's confidence, and said, "That's true, please come out and identify it."

There are so many people in the lobby, and although there are not many people who know the rhythm, they are not a minority. However, everyone saw that Tang Jinlou and Lehou were already tense and were unwilling to get involved in the grudges between the two factions. After a long time, one of them finally came out. The man was in his forties and his face was pale. It was Miao Linfeng, Jiangnan.

Le Houxi said: "Mr. Miao is still familiar with music and is really a talented scholar. Please come and watch it." Miao Linfeng took the music score on the ground with both hands, saying "I dare not" and opened the music score. After reading it for a while, his face was already shocked and suspicious, and his face was still full of dissatisfaction after reading it.

Tang Jinlou asked: "What did Mr. Miao see?"

In the inn, everyone looked at Miao Linfeng and waited for him to speak. Miao Linfeng thought for a while before saying, "This book does look like a music score, but..." Tang Jinlou's heart sank. Sure enough, Miao Linfeng said, "I just understand the rhythm and dare not make arbitrary assertions. At least in my opinion, this music score is extremely absurd and I am afraid it is difficult to play." After Miao Linfeng finished speaking, he had already retreated without waiting for Le Hou to talk to Tang Jinlou.

Tang Jinlou knew that Miao Linfeng was saying the truth, and he had never intentionally favored one party, but as soon as this was said, it was obvious that the Songshan School had something to say again.

Sure enough, Bu Chen sneered: "To be honest, I can understand the rhythm below. Therefore, what Mr. Miao said was exactly my question. If this book was read as a music score, I would probably not be able to be played."

Tang Jinlou snorted and said, "Who is this from Uncle Bu's meaning?"

Le Hou also looked at Bu Chen, and Bu Chen smiled slightly and said, "I heard that when Lin Pingzhi of Fuwei Escort Agency lost his sword score, was it that Nephew Tang was with him?"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jinlou was shocked and said loudly: "What do you mean?"

But everyone obviously knew what Bu Chen meant, and an old and rough voice shouted: "Yes, this must be the Evil-Baring Sword Score." Everyone whispered to each other. The more they talked, the more they felt that this book was the Evil-Baring Sword Score. Perhaps it was the Sword Score recorded in the music score, otherwise how could it not be played? Treasures like the Evil-Baring Sword Score would naturally be a little different.

Le Hou "suddenly realized" and said, "So that's it, Tang Jinlou, is it really like this?"

How could the Songshan School not know that the sword book was destroyed? Lehou was framed by the situation. Tang Jinlou stared at Lehou and said coldly: "What is Uncle Le's saying?"

Before Lehou could speak, the old voice rang again, "This must be the Evil-Breaking Sword Score. Otherwise, with your Huashan Sect's sword skills, how could you have such cultivation?"

Even those who know the inside story like Lehou could not help but feel that this book would be completely unreasonable if it weren't for the Evil-Baring Sword Note. Everyone remembered that Tang Jinlou's popularity in recent months was indeed something that only happened after the Evil-Baring Sword Note was lost. Moreover, he just controlled the techniques used by Zhang Qingfeng and took the weight lightly, which was really beyond his age. The most important thing is that basically no one here does not have this strength, so he has this suspicion.

But Tang Jinlou calmed down instead. This was indeed a music score, and it was an unparalleled song. Lehou may not be sure that it was a music score, but he must know that it was not a sword score. He was just deliberately trying to find fault and frame it. And these people in the world - Tang Jinlou sneered in his heart, but just started to become slutty when he heard the four words "The Evil-Breaking Sword Score". He used to not pay much attention to these small sects for objective reasons, but now it seems that he has also begun to discriminate against some of them from a subjective perspective.

Tang Jinlou said softly: "This is indeed a music score. If you don't believe it, please ask the two of you who know the qiyi zither and the flute to play a song, and you will know the authenticity immediately." At this time, the heroes were still fighting nonstop, but Tang Jinlou's gentle words that seemed to be talking to himself were clearly heard into the ears of everyone, as if they were standing in a secluded place, and Tang Jinlou said softly.

The inn suddenly became quiet, and everyone was over. At this time, he realized that no matter whether this was the Evil-Breaking Sword Book or not, Tang Jinlou's shocking martial arts would never be fake. Qunhao immediately closed his lips and thought to himself that even if it was the Evil-Breaking Sword Book, I might not be able to get it. It would not make Tang Jinlou hate him because of this.

At this time, the old voice sounded again, "Hehe, who else should I find to play it? This must be the Evil-Breaking Sword Score. This kid wants to delay time. Even if he finds someone, he will say that the person who comes has insufficient skills."

Tang Jinlou shouted: "Who is sneaky!"

The man laughed and said, "Boy, I've told you, have you wanted to kill someone to silence me?" At this time, the man used his special skill, and his voice seemed to be remembered from all directions, unable to make people determine the direction. Everyone was shocked, and then they realized that the person who kept saying a word to attack Tang Jinlou was actually a rare master.

Le Hou said, "This hero is right. Nephew Tang, if you argue that the piano master is not good enough, then what should we do?" Tang Jinlou was stunned, but he was worried that Le Hou would really find a half-baked guy to play for him.

At this time, a clear voice sounded: "Amitabha. This matter is related to the reputation of Young Master Tang, and it is worth it even if it is a little troublesome." Tang Jinlou looked over and saw Master Fang Sheng who had not spoken before and slowly walked up from his seat. Tang Jinlou was happy and replied: "Although I am only a rough musical, the song of Dongxiao can barely be played. You only need to find a piano master."
Chapter completed!