Looking back, Xie Ming's eyes were very complicated.

Chen Fu didn't care and saw that the abbot of Prajna Temple had not left yet: "Master, do you have something to do?"

The abbot's face changed a few times and he shook his head: "Amitabha, thank you, the old master, you are getting stronger, I..."

Chen Fu: "I know, you are ashamed of yourself."

The gate of Prajna Temple is extremely polite. I have never seen such a fool. The abbot's voice turned cold and said, "Good."

Yu Bi led a group of disciples in the temple to leave.

There were only a few people left on the field. The saint walked over and bowed to Xie Mingying, "The roads in the mountains are slippery. I am a woman. How inconvenient, can I stay for a few more days?"

Xie Ming said politely: "The girl is willing to do it."

Chen Fu came to Xiao Ran: "What is the plan she is doing?"

"One of the time, I thought I would give Qinzhuang a little bit of a shame, so I didn't dare to attack here, but the second is that I was unstoppable about "Flying Birds".

The servant led the saint to the wing room and passed by Chen Fu and the others. The saint looked straight ahead without taking a look.

The other people mentioned again that they were rejected when they met the old owner, but they had no choice but to disperse one after another.

Xie Ming looked at Chen Fu and smiled bitterly: "Young Master Chen is such a big joke. What should I do if my grandfather finds out?"

Chen Fu interrupted him: "The old owner of the manor stayed in the house and did not leave, and he would not hear the rumors in the world."

"There is no airtight wall in the world, if he knows..."

"It's your secret."

“…”

Qin Yu, who has always been an audience, patted Xie Ming on the shoulder in pain and said in the tone of an experienced person: "It's over here, let's see."

Villain.

The old master Xie was very leisurely and enjoyed tea and flowers. A few people walked in the distance. Chen Fu opened his mouth and said that he could start studying the next day.

"All the visitors set out on their return journey."

The old owner Xie’s eyes lit up: “So fast.”

Chen Fu: "I used some methods that didn't come to the table."

The old owner Xie waved his hand indifferently, "Those people are old people. No matter what means they use, it is your ability to achieve their goals."

As he said that, he glanced at his grandson: "In terms of adapting, we should learn more from this young master."

Xie Ming felt that he had never been so depressed.

Chen Fu continued: "The abbot of Prajna Temple praised you before leaving..."

"The old horse is in the stable and has a thousand miles of ambition." Xie Ming took over the conversation loudly.

Chen Fu didn't correct it, and whispered to Xiao Ran: "That day I heard the conversation between you and Xie Ming, saying that you were rejected when you went to visit the old owner of Xie. How did you ask him to teach me "Flying Bird Song"?"

Xiao Ran: "I'm standing at the door and talking."

Chen Fu looked at him deeply and wanted to say more. He noticed that Old Master Xie's eyes swept over and swallowed all the things he hadn't finished saying.

The old owner Xie spoke, but said to Xiao Ran: "I will start teaching art tomorrow morning, and you will be a sparring practice."

Xiao Ran actually nodded in agreement quite simply. A suspicious look flashed in the eyes of the old owner Xie's manor, and then he waved his hand impatiently, "Minger will talk to me for a while. As for you two, don't wander in front of me."

Chen Fu was not annoying, and said with a side face: "Xiao Daxiao, let's talk with you one step."

Xiao Ran didn't care about the title with him, and he was completely indifferent.

The breeze blows on the willows, and the willow leaves in midsummer fade away their green greenness, and the branches and leaves grow vigorously, making them more calm than in spring.

Xiao Ran almost blends into the scenery, and even with his back, he can see that he is a rare beauty.

Chen Fu admired it for a moment and said, "Old Master Xie doesn't like you very much, but he listens to your orders. Wouldn't it be a contradiction?"

"He asked me for help and had to do things for the Tianyin Sect."

Chen Fu quickly walked to him, face to face, and walked backwards: "The only people in the world who can keep secrets are dead. Telling so many things, is it that I am already a dying person in the eyes of Daxia Xiao?"

Xiao Ran ignored him.

Chen Fu continued: "In fact, there are people who can keep secrets better than dead people."

This statement seemed to make Xiao Ran feel a little interested and stop.

"Owner."

Xiao Ran took another step and used his body technique, not willing to look at Chen Fu any more.

Chen Fu watched him disappear in a few breaths and did not chase after him.

The piano shop is not quiet at night, and the piano sounds are sometimes heard.

The youngest disciple of Qinzhuang is also a master who can stand alone outside. The sound of Qin can calm down the state of mind and avoid making noise.

The shadow of the tree outside the window swayed slightly. At first glance, it looked like the wind blew, without any abnormality.

Chen Fu had just finished taking a shower and was about to walk to the window to have a breath of wind. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head: "I am full of energy and wander around the villa at night."

The man in black just now had a very slim figure and must be a woman.

The female disciples in Qinzhuang are not so idle, and the most likely one is the Saint.

"What are you planning to ask Xiao Ran to teach me such a profound martial art?"

[System: He is not a good person, let's stay away.]

"Scared?"

【System: I'm more afraid of you.】

Before dawn the next day, Chen Fu was already waiting in front of the door of Master Xie Lao Manor.

The old man couldn't sleep and was a martial arts practitioner. He woke up very early. When he saw Chen Fu's respectful and polite appearance, he was a little more satisfied. He also accused Xiao Ran: "The leader has not arrived yet, so he is about to lose his word."

"This is a bad word," Chen Fu pointed at the stone table: "Isn't the person there?"

Mr. Xie was shocked. Just now, he felt the breath of Dao Chen Fu, and then he made a statement that there was no one else in the yard. Unexpectedly, after a few years, Xiao Ran's skills had reached such a state of superb power.

The expression of the old master Xie changed a few times and sighed, "Forget it, it's time."

Finally, his eyes were like an eagle, staring at Xiao Ran: "From today, I will teach him what I have learned throughout my life. Master, don't forget what I promised back then."

"nature."

Xiao Ran still showed some respect to the older generation in the martial arts world.

Master Xie is a decisive person, so he started teaching immediately, "Please pay attention to my fingering."

The piano sounded, like a golden sword and an iron horse, bringing people to the battlefield.

For a moment, the entire Qinzhuang no longer felt sleepy.

"The zither master seems to be an inequality profession, but martial arts masters are besieged by thousands of people and face a desperate situation of life and death. A powerful zither master can break through thousands of troops alone with one piano."

Although that kind of state is extremely rare, the ancestors of the Xie family have produced such a sensible figure.

"You can try it."

Master Xie stood up and let Chen Fu sit in his seat just now.

This song has not been adapted and included in the system. Chen Fu is full of confidence and teases the strings.

The fingering is not wrong.

However, Chen Fu did not really understand the sound of the zither after all. In addition to letting the internal strength exert twelve percent of the force, the real power of the song lies in the state of mind. Chen Fu's mood cannot keep up with it. The song has no pleasant and exciting feeling, and its pure lethality explodes by ten percent.

Those who are unfortunate enough to hear are no different from disaster.

After Chen Fu stopped, he raised his head and chest out. Seeing that the face of Mr. Xie had changed color, he thought he had reached the level of great success. "How?"

The old owner Xie did not answer, and Xiao Ran looked at him deeply: "In the blink of an eye, the masts and oars were destroyed in ashes."

Chen Fu said modestly: "The hero praised him."

"Shut up!"

The sound was like a bell, resounding throughout the villa.

The disciple of the villa who was playing the piano was stunned-

I don’t know which master it was, which made the old owner angry.

The roar ended, Chen Fu became more honest.

The old master Xie was still angry and said to Xiao Ran: "No matter what method is used, within three days, this kid's mood must be raised to me."

After saying that, he left with a slightest sleeve.

When a master fights, it is easiest to temper people between life and death. Xiao Ran called Chen Fu to the woods and made this idea.

Chen Fu saw what he was trying to pay attention: "You and I are both equally good at martial arts. If you don't fight to the death, you won't be able to decide the winner."

Xiao Ran's sword has been unsheathed.
To be continued...