Chapter 121 121, Qingxuan's Friend, the Witch's Hope By the clear stream. Shi Qingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged on a rock and fiddling with a bamboo flute, was slightly startled. She originally thought that the other party would ask to meet her, and she planned to agree, and was prepared to scare him - although Shi Qingxuan was mysterious and came and went without a trace, it was very likely that she just didn't like to show up in crowded places because of social phobia. She was actually a bit naughty by nature, and prepared a particularly ugly fake nose, intending to wear it when she met people. But I didn't expect that the other party would make such a request. Sound power... A martial arts fanatic? Shi Qingxuan was a little amused and said: "Young Master's zither music already has the power to capture people's hearts. You already have the charm of musical skills. Why do you need to ask Qingxuan for advice?" Ouyang Feng gently stroked the zither strings, playing a gentle and soothing zither music that gave people a sense of peace and friendliness, and said slowly: "I just figured it out randomly. I have never learned any proper music skills. Now that I have met a music master like you, Qingxuan, I naturally cannot miss the opportunity." Shi Qingxuan chuckled and said:
"You are too modest, sir. Qingxuan felt thrilled by the song of killing just now." Ouyang Feng said calmly: "It takes too much energy and effort to use the spiritual state of mind to touch people's hearts. I want to learn some more direct and easy musical skills that can be driven by the inner energy." The best thing would be to pluck the strings and send out sonic waves and air blades all over the sky, creating a devastating bombardment of sound power. Of course, Shi Qingxuan probably doesn't know this kind of sound skill. However, as long as he has enough accumulated sound skills, Ouyang Feng can deduce it by himself. Shi Qingxuan was somewhat puzzled: "To put artistic conception into music and touch people's hearts is a higher realm. Why should you give up the higher realm for the lower one?" Ouyang Feng said calmly: "Maybe it's because I'm a vulgar person? I only like simple and crude power that can be seen at a glance?" "..." Shi Qingxuan was speechless. Anyone who can incorporate artistic conception into zither music, even if the artistic conception in the music is one of blood-stirring slaughter, can't be a vulgar person, right? "Young Master really loves to joke." Shi Qingxuan chuckled and said thoughtfully: "Qingxuan does know a few of these musical skills, but only one is induced by a string instrument, while the others are all induced by a bamboo flute." The sound energy produced by string instruments causes the true qi to flow through the meridians of the hands, while the sound energy produced by the bamboo flute causes the true qi to flow through the lungs, internal organs and lips. The two are two completely different paths. Ouyang Feng certainly knew this, but still said: "Whether it's string music or flute music, if Qingxuan is willing to teach me, I want to learn them all." But your own martial arts are not sound skills. Do you have enough time to practice and study so many miscellaneous skills? Don't lose sight of the main goal. In the end, you not only fail to improve your musical skills, but also neglect your own artistic career.
Shi Qingxuan's lips moved slightly, and she was about to try to persuade him, but thinking about the murderous and arrogant mood in the other party's zither music, she knew that this person had an amazing obsession with martial arts, and it would be difficult for outsiders to persuade him. At that moment, he could only sigh and say: "I hope you can grasp the importance of this and not put the cart before the horse." After a little persuasion, she began to talk about the art of sound cultivation. He first talked about the sound skills of that stringed instrument, how to transport the internal force, how to coordinate the fingering, which acupoints on the fingers to release the true energy, how to integrate the true energy into the stringed music... He explained it in detail bit by bit without reservation, and then talked about several other types of dongxiao sound skills. Ouyang Feng listened quietly, and recorded all these mental methods into the Tongtian Baojian, leaving them for future study. After Shi Qingxuan finished speaking, he asked her a few more questions. After getting her answers, Ouyang Feng gently stroked the strings of the zither, playing a light and lively zither piece that expressed his joy and gratitude, and said leisurely: "Thank you Qingxuan for your teaching. I will repay you for your kindness in the future." Shi Qingxuan said in a cute voice: "Don't ask for anything in return, just stop blaming Qingxuan for ruining your plans." Ouyang Feng sneered: "Qingxuan's sound skills are so profound and mysterious. They are much more important than an insignificant person like Ba Fenghan. We will say goodbye today. Take care, Qingxuan." He put away the iron zither and flew towards Wei Lake with Shan Wanjing. As they were walking, the sound of a flute as thin as silk suddenly rang out, and it was a farewell song. Listening to the mood of the music, it seemed as if she had regarded Ouyang Feng as a friend of hers who, although she had never met him, could play music in harmony with her orchestra. …… "Sir, why don't you go meet Shi Qingxuan?" "Why do you want to see her?" "Shi Qingxuan is not only a great musician with unrivaled flute music, but also a rare and stunning beauty." "I have seen many stunning beauties. Besides, I see that Shi Qingxuan is a little afraid of meeting strangers. Since we have benefited from her, why should we embarrass her?" "Hey, sir, how do you know she is afraid of strangers?" "Guess." "..." …… midnight. Dongming, passenger cabin. Ouyang Feng sat cross-legged on the couch, pointing his ten fingers in the air, trying to figure out the string-like sonic power taught by Shi Qingxuan, and attempting to integrate the sword intent of the "Jinghan Sword Technique" into the sonic power. Use the sword intent to freeze thoughts and suppress actions, use the true energy to stimulate the sound blade, and kill from a distance. If successful, the efficiency of clearing the field will probably be higher than if he personally took up the sword and went into battle. In addition to the Jinghan sword technique, the "Dragon-Subduing Dao Sound" can also be integrated into the string music technique.
However, he has not yet been able to truly refine the essence of thunder. Even if the string can produce thunderous sounds, it can only shock the mind but cannot cause actual damage. Since entering this world of twin dragons, Ouyang Feng has gained a lot. First, he obtained the Yuwen clan's magical skill "Ice Mysterious Power", then the complete "Eternal Life Art", and last night he also obtained the "Heavenly Demon Secret". Tonight he obtained Shi Qingxuan's sound skill which is considered to be the best in the world. The gains are so much that he cannot digest them all in a short time. If it weren't for the two treasures, the Evil Emperor's Relic and the He's Jade, he would have planned to go into seclusion and digest them. The door bolt moved slightly and was lifted up by a piece of silk that came in from the crack in the door. Then the door opened and a figure flashed in. Before Ouyang Feng raised his eyes to look, a fragrant breeze blew by, the lights suddenly went out, and in the cabin, only the faint moonlight shining in from the air vents remained. Xixisuosuo. With the sound of the sleeves rubbing against each other, the long skirt slipped down from her shoulders, revealing her glowing, snow-white body without a single piece of clothing attached. The beauty walked lightly with lotus steps, her hair flying in the wind, and came to the front of the couch with a slender waist. She raised her white wrist, pressed her slender palm on the plump, teardrop-shaped jade ball, and gently twisted the small rose bead with her jade fingers, while letting Ouyang Feng admire her beautiful charm. After a while, the beauty raised her lips slightly, revealed a charming smile, and knelt down at his knees. An hour later. The beauty's fragrance disappears, leaving only a faint fragrance. Ouyang Feng sat cross-legged on the couch with his clothes loose, and he had many new insights into the "Secret of the Heavenly Demon" and was immersed in it again. The next morning. Among the restaurants. Ouyang Feng, Shan Wanjing and Madam Dongming sat at separate tables and ate their meals. During the dinner, Shan Meixian suddenly said: "The Dongming has been in the Central Plains for more than a month, and the goods have been delivered. Next, I will lead the Dongming back south along the canal, taking in some orphans along the way, and then go out to sea along the Yangtze River through Jiangdu and return to Ryukyu. Next year, when the goods are ready, we will come to the Central Plains to trade again. I wonder what plans you have for the future, sir?" Ouyang Feng took a sip of the fresh fish porridge and said: "I have something else to do. I need to continue traveling in the Central Plains for a while." Next, he would go to Pegasus Ranch to find Lu Miaozi and ask him about the mechanism of Yang Gong's treasury. After that, he would go to Luoyang to try his luck and see if the Heshi Bi had arrived in Luoyang. If not, he would go to Chang'an first to take the treasure from Yang Gong's treasury. "Is that so..." Shan Meixian's expression was normal, and her tone was very natural. "Then I wish you all the best. Wanjing, you..." Shan Wanjing said: "I will continue to follow the master, travel with him, and hone my swordsmanship." "This..." Shan Meixian looked at Ouyang Feng with her beautiful eyes, asking questions. Ouyang Feng said, "Madam, please leave the speedboat that Wanjing and I took when we came here in Jiangdu. When I finish my business, I will send Wanjing on the speedboat back to Ryukyu." Shan Meixian smiled sweetly, "In that case, let Wanjing follow you, sir." Ouyang Feng promised Shan Wanjing that she would become a great master of swordsmanship within five years, and Shan Meixian naturally did not want to hinder her daughter's future. "After this separation, I don't know when we will meet again. I heard from Wanjing that you are meditating on the sound technique. If you are not in a hurry, why don't you stay for a few more days? Anyway, I am not in a hurry to return to Ryukyu, and I plan to play in Weihu for a few days. Why don't you go boating on the lake with us and practice for a while?"
Seeing a hint of expectation in Shan Meixian's eyes, Ouyang Feng did not refuse and nodded and said: "Okay, let's just spend a few days on the lake." A happy smile suddenly appeared in Shan Meixian's eyes. at the same time. In the wilderness several miles west of Dongping County. A big man in yellow with a majestic body, extremely thick hands and feet, a face like bronze, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tumor like a horn on his forehead, and a hideous and terrifying look was looking solemnly at the hundreds of corpses lying in the wilderness with their heads and bodies separated. This man's name is Yuwen Wudi. He is the son of Yuwen Shang, the current head of the Yuwen clan, and the cousin of Yuwen Huaji. He is also one of the four great masters of the Yuwen clan, along with Yuwen Huaji. However, he did not master the family's inherited "Ice Mysterious Force", and his martial arts skills were still slightly inferior to Yu Wenzhi's. In addition to Yuwen Wudi, there was also a man dressed in brocade and dressed like a scholar. The man dressed as a scholar looked quite handsome and handsome, but he had a very large nose and narrow eyes, giving people a feeling of being sinister and vicious. This man's name is Yuwen Chengdu. In this world of Two Dragons, although he is not the second best hero in the world of Heroes of Sui and Tang Dynasties, nor is he the son of Yuwen Huaji, he is also one of the four great masters of the Yuwen clan, and his martial arts are comparable to Yuwen Wudi. At this moment, Yuwen Chengdu was leaning over to check the body of Chen Yuanzhi, the leader of the Qingshuang Sect. After observing it carefully for a while, he shook his head and said: "Chen Yuanzhi was also beheaded by a single blow. It was a quick and clean death. I'm afraid he didn't even block a single blow." Yuwen Wudi's voice was solemn: "Although there are no famous martial arts masters among these one hundred people, they are all good at martial arts. Chen Yuanzhi is also considered a top figure in Dongping County. Even if it is you or I, facing so many people besieging us, we have to use Qinggong to move around and defeat them one by one. It will take at least half a day to kill them all. But looking at the situation at the scene..." Yuwen Chengdu said slowly: "In less than half a minute, more than a hundred people were killed, and no one survived. They were all killed head-on." Yuwen Wudi said: "When Huaji was in Danyang City, he said that he and Ouyang Feng fought for more than 2,000 moves and lasted for two hours before Ouyang Feng's last 36 palms exhausted him... But judging from the current situation, either Ouyang Feng still had some reservations when fighting with Huaji, or Ouyang Feng's martial arts skills have reached a new level in just two months." Yuwen Chengdu couldn't believe it: "In just two months, his martial arts skills have reached a new level. Is there such a monster in the world?" Yuwen Wudi put his hands behind his back, looking gloomy: "There was a rumor in Dongping County yesterday that a man in white who looked like Ouyang Feng was at the Weihu Wharf outside the county city. He used his own strength to intimidate two elders of the Yingui Sect from a distance, assisted Princess Dongming, and killed the elders of the Yingui Sect. Mo Yinbian was not disappointed. He even dared to provoke the Demon Sect... "Huaji's last words also said that Ouyang Feng was at most twenty years old. He is so young, has high martial arts skills, and has made rapid progress. He is also unscrupulous... For such an enemy, we should either kill him as soon as possible, or simply withdraw the reward, or even persuade His Majesty to withdraw the wanted order, and our Yuwen clan will surrender to him. Otherwise, he will become a great threat to our Yuwen clan." Yuwen Chengdu said decisively: "No! The family bounty has spread all over the world. If we withdraw our confession now, how can our Yuwen clan keep its face? How will the world laugh at our Yuwen clan? No matter how high Ouyang Feng's martial arts are, he is not a god. As long as there are enough people besieging him, there will always be a time when he will suffer from heart failure and exhaust his energy. If a hundred people are not enough, then a thousand people. If a thousand people are still not enough, then ten thousand people!" Yuwen Wudi looked at Yuwen Chengdu with a deep look in his eyes: "The world is in chaos now. What kind of face is more important than the survival of the family? Tens of thousands of people may be able to surround and kill Ouyang Feng, but even we will not easily fall into the siege of thousands of people. How can a master like Ouyang Feng easily fall into the siege of tens of thousands of people? How can you lead him into such a trap? "As one of the four great clans, the Yuwen clan is certainly in a high position with great power and glory, but it is also surrounded by enemies. There are countless vicious wolves lurking in the dark, waiting to pounce on us and bite off a piece of meat from us at any time. It is not easy to survive in troubled times, and it is even more necessary to be cautious to protect the clan. Where can we get so much manpower and material resources to invest in encircling and suppressing a rootless, unattached, and unscrupulous wanderer?" Yuwen Chengdu was shocked when he heard this: "Brother, what you mean is..." Yuwen Wudi looked at the corpses on the ground again, carefully looking at the clear and smooth bone-breaking knife marks on the cervical vertebrae of each corpse, without even a trace of burrs, and said slowly: "I will ask my father to withdraw the reward. I, the Yuwen clan, accept defeat!" At this moment, Yuwen Wudi, the son of a top family leader, showed his overall perspective.
Although Yuwen Chengdu was unwilling, since Yuwen Wudi had already made the decision, he could only accept it and sighed: "If this happens, everyone in the world will look down on our Yuwen clan." "Not necessarily." Yuwen Wudi said calmly, "Perhaps people in the world will look up to my Yuwen clan in the future." Yuwen Chengdu was surprised and asked, "Why is this?" Yuwen Wudi smiled coldly: "A man like Ouyang Feng will sooner or later face off against Song Que, the Heavenly Blade, or even the three great masters. If he can defeat the three great masters one by one... do you think that Huaji, who fought with him for more than 2,000 moves and was able to survive and go to Danyang City to make arrangements for his afterlife, will be looked up to by the world? Will my Yuwen clan also be looked up to by the world because of this?" Yuwen Chengdu suddenly realized, "Brother, you are wise. I admire you." Yuwen Wudi put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "If we meet Ouyang Feng again, our Yuwen clan will retreat. However, we must continue to hunt down those two little snakes from Yangzhou, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling. Although our Yuwen clan is rich, we must also fight for Yang Gong's treasure house if we get the chance." (End of this chapter)