Longevity starts with strengthening the internal organs

Because the amount of information was too small, Zhao Ya thought for a while and still found nothing. In desperation, he had to go back to Guangdefang and prepare to think of a solution tomorrow.

And just as he was returning, in an inconspicuous house in Yuzhu Hutong, a thin man was playing the erhu.

I saw the bow in his hand pulling like a gust of wind, and melodious and rapid music poured out from it, making people breathless just listening to it.

But in this case, the quiet and delicate young man standing in front of him responded with his voice, perfectly combining the melodious and low-pitched tune with the sound of the piano.

The audience in the room all listened attentively, not even daring to express their anger.

finally.

When the last lyrics came out, the music that was originally as violent as a mountain torrent also stopped abruptly.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the house was extremely quiet.

Everyone was still immersed in shock for a while, and it took a while for them to react, and then they clapped loudly.

"good!"

"Xiaoyue Guren's songs are getting better and better!"

"I would say that Mr. Mo's erhu is well-deserved. It is simply miraculous and breathtaking."

There was an outpouring of praise.

This quiet and delicate young man is now a famous opera actor in Yuzhu Hutong, named Xiaoyue.

At this moment, his eyes were extremely bright, and he bowed deeply to the old man playing the piano very excitedly.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Mo."

"You're welcome. This is also because you have a good understanding. I'm just following the trend."

As Mr. Mo spoke, he gently put away the huqin in his hand.

"Then I have to thank you, Mr. Mo. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to pass this test." Xiaoyue Guren insisted.

The conversation between the two of them was a bit confusing to everyone else.

Only a few experienced fans can get a rough idea.

Although this little Yue Guan has great talent, due to age limitations, it has been difficult to achieve breakthroughs in musical tunes.

This has also become a major obstacle to his fame.

And just now, relying on Mr. Mo's miraculous piano skills, he actually successfully completed an extremely difficult piece of music, which was considered a major breakthrough.

How could this not make Xiaoyue Guanren grateful?

But this Mr. Mo was not moved at all. He just put away the huqin, got up and left.

At this time, a middle-aged man came forward with a smile on his face and a wad of banknotes in his hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your advice. It's not respectful, but I hope you'll accept it."

Mr. Mo didn't refuse, he reached out to take it, then cupped his hand and walked away.

Outside the door, you can still hear the noise and praise in the house.

Especially those complimentary words, the words are so fierce and the attitude is so flattering, they don't seem to be complimenting an actor, but like they are complimenting their own father.

Mo Xu had become accustomed to this and was no longer surprised.

Don't look at the reputation of Yuzhu Hutong in Changpingfang and even in Yandu City as a whole.

Many people avoid this place.

But there are also many dignitaries who secretly come here to listen to music for fun.

As far as Mo Xu knew, there were at least three children from aristocratic families and two officials from the imperial court who were listening to the music in that room just now.

But these big shots, who were considered well-known outside, have all become a little crazy at this moment, even going so far as to look down on themselves in order to win the smile of their favorite actor.

But Mo Xu also knew how ruthless these people were when they picked someone up, and how ruthless they were when they turned against them.

In the past few years in Yuzhu Hutong, he had seen too many such things.

He has seen a lot of those "unparalleled" opera singers who became popular because of their appearance or tunes.

But except for a very small number of people who knew how to retreat bravely, almost all of them did not end well.

For example, today there is a man named Xiaoyue who has just started to become popular. Don't look at the benefactors who are now praising him and spending huge sums of money for him.

But when you get tired of waiting, you throw him away as fast as a rag.

To put it bluntly, these people are just playthings in the eyes of wealthy families.

Coming out of the door, Mo Xu took a deep breath of the early spring air, then turned and walked home.

Relying on this hurdy-gurdy skill, he has made a good living in the past few years, and even purchased real estate in Yandu, a city where land is extremely valuable.

Although it is just an inconspicuous small courtyard in Changpingfang, and although there is a Goulan restaurant right next to the backyard, it has a place to stay after all.

In a daze, Mo Xu even had the idea that if he spent his life like this, it would actually be a good idea.

He was really tired of all the grievances and fighting and killing.

Thinking of this, he suddenly sighed slightly.

Over the years, although he has gained a reputation in the theater industry, he has never cooperated with any theater troupe for a long time and only plays one piece of music every day.

And he just leaves right away and never stops.

This also made him a popular figure among many people.

In fact, only he himself knew that the reason why he did this was to avoid being exposed too much and thus exposing his identity.

Although he had arrived at Yandu City, which was thousands of miles away, Mo Xu never dared to underestimate the strength of those people.

So I have always lived very cautiously.

Especially during the recent period, Mo Xu always felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

For this reason, he kept to himself and rarely showed up.

If the troupe leader hadn't sincerely invited him tonight, he might not have come out.

The small courtyard that Moxu purchased was not far from Yuzhu Hutong, and it was right behind several Goulan brothels. It was considered a good place to relax amidst the bustle.

When he turned into the alley and was still a few steps away from the door of his house, Moxu suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the bright moon shines brightly, illuminating the night sky.

Mo Xu stood in the alley, his hand gently reaching into the bag containing the huqin, his face as calm as water.

"who?"

Following the words, a chuckle came from the darkness, and then a group of people walked out of the shadows.

This group of people were all dressed in white, and the leader was a young man with a well-proportioned figure and a smile on his face.

On his chest, there is a pattern of sea water embroidered on it.

Seeing this scene, Mo Xu couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then spoke in a deep voice.

"It turns out he is a brother from the Sihai Gang, but I don't know why he suddenly came to my small courtyard late at night?"

The young man looked at Mo Xu with a smile, and suddenly said: "Mo Xu, the year of coming to the capital is unknown. He is fifty years old. He moved to Yuzhu Hutong eleven years ago and makes a living by playing the piano. Because of his superb piano skills, he is respected as For Mr. Mo."

After finishing Mo Xu's message as if reciting it, the young man smiled and asked, "Mr. Mo, am I right?"

The expression on Mo Xu's face did not change, but he was secretly prepared in his heart.

"Yes, but I wonder why this young hero suddenly investigated me, a helpless old man?"

People's lifespan is generally very short these days, and most people can live to be sixty, which is considered good.

Therefore, it is normal for Moxu, who is nearly fifty years old, to call himself an old man.

The young man smiled and said, "I'm not doing anything. I just want to ask Mr. Mo to come with me. There are some things that I need to go back to the Sihai Gang to investigate."

"Young hero, I, Moxu, keep to myself and have nothing to do with your gang. Why do you want to take me back to the Sihai Gang to investigate?"

"You'll know when you go."

The young man kept laughing, but while he was laughing, the men behind him dispersed quietly, surrounding Mo Xu.

Moxu sighed, "You... why are you doing this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head suddenly, and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly burst into incomparable brilliance.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of light passed by silently, directly wrapped around the necks of several members of the Four Seas Gang who were rushing towards him, and he lifted them gently.

The heads of these people were cut off as easily as tofu.

Only then did people see clearly that the brilliance turned out to be a piano string.

Although several of his men died, the young man was not annoyed at all. Instead, his eyes lit up and he clapped softly.

"As expected, he is a descendant of the Holy Medicine Temple. He is a master of both harp and medicine. His ability to control the harp with his hands is really impressive."

Mo Xu's face turned cold and his eyes revealed murderous intent.

From the moment the young man shouted out his origins, he knew that he had already been exposed.

In fact, from the moment he felt uneasy, he should have reacted immediately. Even if he did not leave Yandu City, he would have to change his identity.

It's a pity that the comfortable life these years has made him feel lucky, thinking that he can escape this disaster by hiding deep enough.

It ended up like this.

He took a deep breath and said, "Let me guess, it was the Mingyue Valley gang who instigated you here? When did the Sihai Gang start to become these people's lackeys?"

"Haha, Mr. Mo Qimo doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Just hang up your hands and save yourself the trouble!" the young man said with a smile.

"Arrogant!"

Even his real name was known, and Mo Xu knew that he would not be able to survive. He couldn't help shouting, and the string in his hand drew an arc and went straight to the young man's neck with lightning speed.

The young man didn't dodge or dodge, he just raised two fingers and slashed lightly.

There was no sound, but the extremely tough strings were cut directly under the young man's finger.

But Moxu didn't expect to be able to repel the young man with one blow. He just wanted to buy time.

The moment the young man took action, several more rays of light exploded from Mo Xu's hand, and the strings of the piano swam in the air like dragons and snakes, heading straight for the faces of these Four Seas Gang members.

Already knowing how powerful these people dared to take advantage of him, he subconsciously stepped back.

And what Mo Xu wants is this opportunity.

I saw him tiptoeing a little bit, and his whole body rushed towards the slightest gap.

The speed is so fast that it is not inferior to the strings flying in the air.

But he is fast.

This boy is faster.

Seeing that Mo Xu was about to jump up the wall, the young man jumped slightly, turned into a white light, and rushed straight behind Mo Xu.

Hearing the sound of the wind coming from behind, Mo Xu didn't look back, waved his hand and sent two strings of music directly towards the young man from his armpits.

But the young man just waved his hand gently, and these sharp and fierce strings were directly swung away.

Immediately afterwards, the young man rushed behind Mo Xu and flicked his fingers.

Click!

With this seemingly indifferent finger, Mo Xu opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, as if struck by lightning.

But even so, Mo Xu's speed still did not slow down at all. Instead, he used the power of this finger to rush forward again and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The young man did not chase after him. He lowered his head and examined his fingers. When he saw a trace of black energy appearing on the two sapphire-like fingers, a look of sullenness appeared on his face.

Then he quickly took out a bottle of elixir from his arms and drank it for himself.

Then he looked at the direction Mo Xu was escaping from and said, "The poison is quenched on the protective armor. Thanks to your thinking, I will give you an advantage this time."

"Gang leader, what should we do now?" one of his subordinates asked.

That's right.

This young man who looks like he is only twenty years old is actually one of the four deputy gang leaders of the Sihai Gang, named Lang Songbai.

The Sihai Gang is divided into four groups, and he is in charge of the Qingjinghai. Its most conspicuous feature is that his subordinates are all dressed in white.

This time, he was ordered by the leader of the gang to come here to arrest Mo Qi, the relic of the Yaosheng Temple.

He originally thought it was a sure-shot mission, but he didn't expect that Mo Qi was actually wearing a protective armor and secretly quenching poison on the protective armor. He suffered a huge loss and one can imagine his anger.

"He won't be able to run far after being hit by my finger. Immediately send people to search and catch this man." Lang Songbai said solemnly.

"yes!"

These gang members picked up the bodies on the ground and were about to evacuate.

At this moment, a surprised voice came from the entrance of the alley.

"You...who are you? Where is Mr. Mo?"

Lang Songbai raised his eyes and saw a handsome young man standing at the entrance of the alley. Although his face was full of panic, he still forced himself to look at everyone calmly.

Looking at his clothes, Lang Songbai couldn't help but frown.

"Player?"

Although he has never been to Yuzhu Hutong, he knows the name of the opera singer, so naturally he doesn't have a good impression of him.

The person who came was none other than the little Yue Guan.

He was really excited after breaking through the barrier of his musical style today, so after he finished entertaining those benefactors, he rushed over to express his thanks.

But he didn't expect to see the Sihai Gang cleaning up the battlefield.

Although the bodies had been put into bags, the blood stains on the ground and the permeating smell of blood still told people what happened here.

"Go away, it's the Sihai Clan that's doing this!" Some members of the Sihai Clan yelled and cursed.

The little Yue Guan's face was pale, but he still didn't retreat.

"you……."

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man stepped forward quickly, pulled him aside, and then nodded and bowed and spoke to Lang Songbai and the gang members.

"Gentlemen, please calm down. This kid is not in his right mind. Don't be like him."

Naturally, Lang Songbai didn't bother to pay attention to an opera singer and walked away.

His men scattered.

After all these people left, the middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a look of horror.

"Xiaoyue, are you desperate for your life? That's the Sihai Gang. If you provoke them, not only you, but also me will die!"

The little moon boy closed his mouth tightly, looked at the blood on the ground with a pale face, and then murmured softly.

"But... Mr. Mo..."

"Don't mention anything about Mr. Mo at this time. He has offended the Sihai Gang and there is nothing we can do about it even if he dies. Let's go!" The middle-aged man forced the young man to leave.

After returning home, the middle-aged man told him not to go out again, and then he left.

The young man lived alone in the theater. He closed the door, turned around thoughtfully, and was about to go back to the house, when suddenly a figure fell heavily in front of him.