reborn as a wolf

Chapter 95: Mr. Wei

High-pitched and low-key.

Regarding the sound of rhythm, Tang Hui still prefers rock and pop music from his previous life. As for folk music and light music, Tang Hui has occasionally listened to it, but relatively speaking, he has listened less.

But for the sound of the harp, Tang Hui's physical body Song Zhiming, before he transcended the tribulation and ascended to heaven, besides meditating and practicing, had a special hobby, which was playing the harp.

When Song Zhiming was young, he cut open many famous guqins and found that the grooves were not as smooth as mirrors as written in the music score, but were "strange and rough" and resembled leek leaves.

Tang Hui, who has the memories of more than a thousand years before Song Zhiming's tribulation and ascension, naturally does not know anything about the music.

Tang Hui listened to Qiangwei's increasingly complex piano sounds. A secondary reason was that her fingering skills were not skilled enough, but also because although this new piano was a trick, since it was impossible to go to the peaks of the mountains to get good materials, it used old fir beams as the body.

This is the helpless move of many poor luthiers.

For a luthier, a good qin is the most important thing to play the sounds of nature.

Many novices and even veterans who have been immersed in piano skills all their lives have never realized that the belly of the piano may not be neat and smooth. Those who can play the piano may not be able to cut the piano, and those who can cut the piano must be good at playing the piano.

With Ye Shaoqing outside the house, he was not worried about what was going on in Peach Blossom Tower. Since Mudan hadn't invited Mr. Wei yet, Tang Hui had nothing to do, so he walked over to Qiangwei and asked her to get up.

Under the bewildered gaze of this young man, he cut open the harp very neatly and quietly took out a flying sword from his sleeve. It was the pocket version of the Houtian Lingbao Longquan Sword. He helped her cut the harp once or twice, and said with a smile:

"If you break the piano, I'll help you buy a new one later. You still have the money."

"Actually, the quality of a good Qin lies in the fact that the sound is about to come out but not coming out. To put it in a vulgar way, it is just like when a woman takes off her clothes to be attractive, but is about to take off her clothes but has not completely taken off, it always makes the man most daydreaming and has nothing left... Or...

I won’t say this metaphor anymore, it’s a big waste of time. What I can do now is very limited, but there are some truths that you can tell them when you are looking for someone to help with the piano cutting in the future..."

Qiangwei listened to the white-haired young man's seemingly endless warm talk. At first she could write down every word, but then she couldn't help but let go of her courage and asked with a smile: "Young Master Tang, you really came to Peach Blossom House to get drunk.

Of?"

Tang Hui didn't raise his head and teased: "You guys didn't give me any wine from the beginning to the end. There is tea. Even if I pour a whole pot of tea into my stomach, it won't make me drunk."

Qiangwei was about to get the wine, but Tang Hui shook his head and said, "No need."

Then Qiangwei was stunned when she saw the white-headed young man carefully playing the piano.

I don't know why, but at this moment, Qiangwei suddenly felt that the ordinary appearance of this white-haired young man was much more "handsome" than the dignified attendant outside the door. Is it because he was approachable and easy to talk to?

Of course not, it’s about concentration and seriousness on playing the piano.

Tang Hui suddenly stood up, then sat down again, looking at the broken harp that was cut by his own hands. He looked away, closed his eyes, tapped the sea of ​​consciousness on his forehead with one finger, and murmured softly.

Keep repeating a sentence: "When things are unfair, they cry."

Qiangwei just thought that the white-headed young man was in a state of obsession, and quietly got up.

The white-headed young man was still talking to himself, but in fragments, and because she was also frightened, it was hard to hear clearly.

"The peak golden elixir cultivator once said that there are mysteries between heaven and earth..."

"I also once wandered around the world in a trance..."

Tang Hui reached out and tried to grab something.

Then it changed into using the ten fingers of both hands to draw vertical and horizontal strokes in the air, in a messy and chaotic way, with flowing Taoist rhyme.

Could it be that this bastard is on the verge of enlightenment again? The first time he attained enlightenment was because of a pipa played by a white-haired woman in white clothes, white boots, white socks, but now it's a lute.

Qiangwei moved farther away from him, fearing that the white-haired young man who looked like a madman might accidentally hurt her.

Outside the house, Ye Shaoqing suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked ecstatic. As a cultivator, he could feel an inexplicable momentum brewing. He sincerely sighed: "Master is worthy of being a master. Even prostitutes can realize it! It's really true.

Holy crap!"

As for the other side, Mudan almost felt like she was risking her life by knocking on Wei Yang's door. There was a lot of laughter and laughter inside, and there were a large group of retinues outside the house, including the saber-armed soldiers from the lord of the city of Wei Gongzi, as well as several people from Jingzhou City.

The direct disciple of a master in a big gang looked at her, the little boss, with a look that was anything but serious.

Sure enough, the door did not open, only Wei Yang could be heard cursing, threatening to ruin the elegance of his eldest son, the man. The man broke his legs and dragged him out to feed the dog, and the woman rewarded his more than ten brothers.

So far, the voice of Mudan, a young but very old woman, was so frightened that her voice trembled.

Mudan did not dare to push the door in, and said at the door cautiously: "Mr. Wei, I am Mudan. I have something to report. A young man with white hair just came to our Taohualou. After drinking some wine, he claimed to be Mr. Wei.

I don’t know whether he is an old friend or not, so Mu Dan dared to come and inform Mr. Wei, just in case he was really a friend of Mr. Wei..."

She said it was drinking, she lamented in her heart.

That white-headed young man, Peony is extremely benevolent and righteous, and can only help you to smooth things over so far.

There was a distinct and unique sound of fat trembling in the room. Mr. Wei gasped and cursed angrily: "Let that guy get out of here as soon as possible. If he comes to bother me again, I will let you go to the street with him to have sex with him outside Taohua Tower."

!”

Mudan didn't have any luck anymore, she secretly cursed herself for being obsessed, wishing that Wei Yang wouldn't go to Qiangwei's room to do anything wrong, so she immediately apologized and left.

The unbearable noise in the room suddenly stopped, "Wait a minute, which direction did that person come from in Jingzhou?"

Mu Dan secretly grimaced, wishing she could give herself a slap in the face. Even though Wei Yang could not see her in the room, she still forced out a smile and said, "It seems to be in the direction of the south gate."

"How does it look?"

"generally."

"Get out of here, you mother. If you continue to play tricks on me, do you believe I will ask you to get out and squat over the toilet all night?"

"What an ordinary-looking young man with white hair, his surname is Tang."

"Did you bring a large group of followers?"

"No, I only brought one with me, but that guard is very handsome and extraordinary, but he is willing to be a follower."

"One? Yes, one is enough. You long-haired girl with short knowledge knows nothing. Wait, I will go and take a look with you."

The sparse sounds of dressing in the house made Mudan almost despair.

The Peach Blossom Tower is modeled on the folk houses in the southeast and the tube tower in the Miao area. It has a patio in the middle without any cover, so you can enjoy the coolness in the summer and enjoy the snow in the winter. It is unique and original.

However, the rooms in the building are opposite to each other, usually divided into two rooms: inside and outside. Qiangwei's room faces the market, like Wei Yang's, which is combined into one. It is relatively spacious and there is no distinction between inside and outside. The interior decoration is extremely luxurious, with large and small objects

They are all very expensive, far from being comparable to the ones from Qing Guan Er Qiangwei.

The reason why Wei Yang often comes to Peach Blossom Tower to have fun is because he has a weird habit of having sex with the courtesan. He likes to drag them inside with the window bars tilted up to watch the rain in Wushan, which can feast the eyes of many guests on the same floor.

It’s a beautiful name: “It’s better to be happy alone than to be happy together.”

Therefore, every time Mr. Wei came to Peach Blossom Tower and called on the courtesan to pick up guests, many men would come in a hurry after hearing the news. Even if the rain and dew could not be shared equally, they could still treat their eyes with a treat.

Obviously, none of the guys on the same floor on the opposite side were able to feast their eyes on it today. The door opened, and an oiran who had a bad relationship with the boss in the building was full of spring. He glanced at Peony lightly, which is something that only women can do.

He understands the coldness and takes pleasure in others' misfortune.

Mudan walked with Mr. Wei, who was casually wearing a fox fur, walking with difficulty.

Wei Yang kicked Mudan on the calf and cursed: "Are you lame? Or are your legs weak due to being manipulated by others? Hurry up, you will delay my important things, just wait to die, I don't care whether you are a Taohualou or not

The little boss."

"Hehe, if you lie about the military situation, let alone that, you will be killed in the army. Anyway, you girls who have no clean place on your body should have been thrown into the river and soaked in the pig cage. I have no sympathy for you.

fart!"

Mudan bit her lip, and then smiled, not knowing who to show her smile to.

Wei Yang led his group of evil servants to the place where Mu Dan said he was an old friend in Jingzhou. Wei Yang, who was the King of Heaven in Jingzhou City, had an imperceptible gloom between his brows.

That guy must not have half a copper coin relationship with the Ye family in Nanmen.

If he is really killed by a relative, even if he is a little minion, Wei Yang will never dare to fight him, and he might just be able to treat him as a guest of honor.

There are now more than 300 cultivators in the Nanmen Ye family. Even his father, who is the lord of Jingzhou City, is still obedient and takes the initiative to show his kindness. If he makes a mistake and angers the powerful Nanmen Ye,

Family, I estimate that Jingzhou City will have to change its city owner tomorrow.

This is not because Wei Yang is easy to talk to. In the prosperous Jingzhou, Wei Yang is not afraid of almost all the officials' sons and generals' descendants, but he is only afraid of the Ye family of Nanmen, which is now as glorious as the sky.

Comparing the family background, they are both a martial arts family and a business family, and now they are still a fucking cultivation family! Comparing their skills, a hundred Wei Yangmao can't beat any cultivator! Even if they use a tiger's skin as a banner, they can move the city.

The Guardsmen are nothing like scum in front of hundreds of cultivators.

Whenever Wei Yang thinks about the guy named Ye, his mood becomes darker.

During the last dispute in Wutong Garden, his father dealt with him severely and told him not to provoke the Ye family of Nanmen. Things are different now, otherwise he would die without knowing how, and the entire city lord's palace would be implicated.

When he saw the handsome young man with his eyes closed and concentrating outside the house, Wei Yang subconsciously stopped and did not dare to move forward.

Because he felt a more terrifying aura than when his father occasionally used real fire.

It was a strong sense of crisis like a cat encountering a tiger. The guy at the door was a cultivator.

It is true that Wei Yang was domineering, but he was not really hopelessly stupid.

Wei Yang doesn't like seeing others live better than him, but he still knows how to admit defeat to some people he can't afford to offend.

Because the guy standing at the door was Ye Shaoqing, whom Wei Yang's father had pointed out. He was one of the top three cultivators of the Ye family in the south gate, and he also had the blue-robed old housekeeper who was ranked tenth in the martial arts rankings in the world as a servant.

Wei Yang couldn't afford to offend even this one.

Mudan didn't think there was anything to be surprised about the guard at the door who never opened his eyes. He was just more handsome and taciturn. However, when she saw the solemn look on Mr. Wei's face, she felt a little bit embarrassed and knocked.

The action of pushing the door is also a little lighter.

But no matter how hard Peony pushed the door, it just couldn't be pushed open. She thought the door had been bolted inside the house to do the bed work, and she was about to speak out to remind Mr. Baldhead and Qiangwei inside.

The handsome guard slowly said: "Wait."

Mudan herself didn't mind that matter, and she didn't even mind having her share in it, but she was afraid that Mr. Wei behind her would get very angry, and then the entire Peach Blossom Tower would be affected, not to mention her little boss.

Behind Mudan, Young Master Wei chuckled and said, "Just wait."

Peony is really like being roasted on a fire, and the days are like years.

I don't know how much time passed, but Wei Yang's face behind her was so gloomy that he could shed tears. Even Ye Shaoqing, the top three member of the South Gate Ye family, could only wait obediently at the door. The identity of the person in the room was naturally revealed.

"Come in."

Fortunately, after a while, the words "neither light nor serious" finally came from the room. To Peony's ears, there had never been a more heavenly sound in her life.

The door of the house was slowly opened by Peony. Wei Yang, who had run out of patience, crossed the threshold and saw a figure he had never imagined sitting behind a broken harp.

Even Wei Yang recognized it when it turned into ashes!

Half a year ago, there was a battle in Changting Pavilion ten miles outside Jingzhou City. Others may not know about the shocking battle, but how can the palace of the city lord of Jingzhou City, who recruits talented people and hides dragons and crouching tigers, not know about it?

Then, with a sudden decision that he admired afterwards, the dandy of Jingzhou City knelt heavily on the ground with lightning speed, slapped the ground with both hands, and hit his head firmly on the ground with a loud bang.

Wei Yang didn't dare to fart, he just knelt on the ground with all his body prostrated. Except for his white hair, everything else was exactly the same as the portrait hanging in the city lord's mansion.

The reason why the Nanmen Ye family became a cultivation family was all due to this person.

The corner of the peony's mouth twitched outside, and the rose inside the house was even worse. She was so frightened that she quickly stood against the wall, covering her heart, not daring to take another look.

What Mudan couldn't accept even more was that the white-headed young man whom she mistakenly thought was a member of an ordinary noble clan, the guy who had been honored by the eldest son of Wei in a grand manner, just looked over with his hand on his cheek, half-smiling but not smiling.