New White Snake Asking Immortals

The law of life changed again.

Every morning, the store is open to sell umbrellas and bamboo flutes and cucurbits, and it is closed in the afternoon. I put away the paper umbrellas and close the wooden boards. I change my clothes and go to the brothel to work as a musician to make money. I don’t care what the brothel thinks. It’s just a part of the experience. Refining the mind in the secular world, passing by in a hurry.

The streets became noisy again, there were more refugees, and the number of beggars was beyond count.

Law and order is deteriorating, children and girls are being abducted openly, theft and robbery can be seen every day, and it is nothing to be curious to meet a dead person on the street.

Bai Yu was just hurrying, walking quietly.

I can't hear the noise on the street, as if the world is silent, everyone is performing pantomime, wearing white is so conspicuous and so out of tune with the world...

Those with malicious intentions stepped aside one after another, avoiding that terrible person.

The outsider didn't know the rules and tried to take advantage of the girl in white several times, but in the end, his bones were broken, and even a wanted criminal, Jiang Yang, had his legs broken easily, unable to escape, and was picked up by his enemies and beaten to death. .

Passing by a coffin shop, passing by a tea shop, passing by a timber shop...

Suddenly, Bai Yu stopped and stepped back, went back to the door of the wood shop, thought about it, and walked in.

"I want to buy the wood used for the guqin. Remember, I want the best."

"Wood is not a problem, but it is very expensive. Miss, do you bring enough money?"

"how much is this."

"Let me do the math. The quality of the wood...the age...the weight...after the calculation, the pattern is eighty-seven taels of silver."

Quietly, he used his sleeve to cover and took out a pile of silver from the storage bag, and carefully checked it to make sure that there was not much money before handing it to the shopkeeper. It is not easy to make money, and there is not even a magic cultivator around here, so it's not easy.

He took the wood and walked out of the shop, took out a knife and cut it as he went. He wanted to make a good quality guqin, but the one he bought was of poor quality and was not what he wanted.

Walking to the gate of the brothel, a scholar who had no money was thrown out by the servant.

The scholar is still cursing and finally pats the dust and leaves. It is a very common scene, nothing more than spending all the gold and silver in the gold selling cave and being kicked out. After a while, he will come back when he has money.

Go straight in and sit next to the stage, and continue to cut wood.

Life is flat and quiet.

Until a little change happens one day, a little bit.

…………

three months later.

There was a dignitary who liked Guqin, and heard that the Guqin musician in the brothel played it well, so he came here especially for his reputation. He originally wanted to buy the musician back to his mansion to listen to the music, but he didn’t expect him to be a free man. Playing the piano lost its mood.

Unexpectedly, this person who is good at playing the piano is actually a big man with a beard and a big beard.

Once you enter the door and listen to the piano, you will know that you have met a real violinist.

Take out a gold leaf directly.

"Call the luthier to come out and play a piece, this is a bounty!"

In an instant, the whole brothel became quiet. I have seen people who spend money and people who spend a lot of money, but I haven't seen people who just take out gold leaves for entertainment, and it's just to listen to the sound of a piano.

Although jealous but dare not act recklessly, that person is not easy to mess with.

"Oh~ Master Wu is really generous~ Our family..."

Sister Ma enthusiastically stepped forward to grab the golden leaf, but never thought that Lord Wu would grab the golden leaf with his fists closed, and looked at Sister Ma with a sneer on his face. He was not afraid of others being afraid of the backing of the brothel.

Master Wu sneered.

"This is not for you. The gold leaf is only for the luthier, but the luthier is free."

Sister Ma was stunned for a moment, and then she still smiled and entertained without daring to say no, Master Wu followed the rules, and the money rewarding freelance luthiers would not go to the brothel.

"Master Wu, wait a moment~ I'll call the luthier out right now~"

Sister Ma swayed to the side of the stage, not knowing that everything that happened in the hall was heard by a certain snake. She usually didn't care about anything and didn't bother to listen, but her hearing ability was only interested in gold and jewelry.

"Miss Bai, there is a big client who wants to listen to you play the piano, please come to the stage."

"it is good."

Holding the guqin in his arms, a servant helped to put the shelf on the stage. A certain snake took the guqin in his arms and stepped onto the stage. It was the first time in a few months that he stepped onto the stage illuminated by candlelight.

Immediately, the people who had just marveled at Lord Wu's magnanimity stood on the spot...

The flickering red candle illuminates the beautiful figure on the stage, and the snow-white long dress wraps her slender and delicate figure. In the past, Bai Yu always likes to lower her head, because lowering her head can save other people's attention and trouble, but even if she lowers her head on the stage, she can still be seen clearly.

Both men and women are shocked by the beauty of the country and the city.

"Wow, there is a charming and charming beauty hidden in the building, it's too much to fool us with these vulgar fans!"

"I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful woman in this remote town. This trip is worthwhile."

There was a lot of noise in the hall, and even Lord Wu took a few extra glances. He didn't expect the qin master to be a young girl, and he wondered if her qin skills were better than her appearance.

Put the guqin in order, sit down, and a certain snake raises its elegant jade hand.

"Where's the gold?"

One sentence shattered the image of a pure fairy in everyone's minds. Master Wu couldn't help laughing and crying, and asked people to send the gold leaves.

Putting away the golden leaves, Bai Yu decided to repay the highest level of piano skills.

Jade fingers pluck the strings, the Guqin is absolutely perfect...

Regardless of national boundaries, regardless of language, regardless of ethnic groups, the only thing that can communicate with each other is music, and the beautiful rhythm can make people feel the musical ideas contained in it.

The song is over.

Raising your finger, there was no sound in the lobby.

According to the normal situation, it should be applauded after a while of silence, and some words of praise should be uttered.

However, there are always some independent people...

Standing up from the crowd was a middle-aged scholar with a long beard. His face was vicissitudes and melancholy.

"I have heard a few poems before, and one of them is still fresh in my memory."

He paused for a moment, possibly brewing emotions.

"A business woman doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, but she still sings flowers in the backyard across the river."

"Hehe, the country is precarious and the rebel soldiers are coming to the east of the river. You merchant women don't know how terrible the disaster of subjugation is. How sad it is to play and sing in this place of fireworks!"

In an instant, the people who were shocked just now seemed to be poured on the top of their heads with a bucket of ice water, adding to the blockage.

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, and later realized that this guy was scolding her for being ignorant and hateful, but the question was, what business did I have? Isn't it up to you whether the rebels fight or not?

He raised his hand and beckoned.

"Come here, come here."

The middle-aged scholar snorted heavily, walked up to the stage with his head held high and his chest held high, and then... was grabbed by a snake with long hair on the top of his head, which was convenient and felt good.

Boom!

He punched right in the forehead, causing his saliva to fly away!

"I'll hit! I'll beat you to death!"

"Shouting all day long about self-cultivation, regulating the family, governing the country and the world! You don't resist the rebels and come to scold me, a good citizen who earns money to support himself! You're dead on the street! You're on the battlefield! Go on! On the street!"

The crowd was dumbfounded again, watching in a daze as a certain luthier beat the scholar into convulsions...