The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 174 Haoran's Long Song and Flute

Ouyang Ke sneered, secretly said:

"act recklessly!"

At first Huang Yaoshi just watched the dance with a smile, but after watching for a while, he put the jade flute to his lips and blew a few times, all the girls suddenly shook their bodies at the same time, and their dancing steps became chaotic.

The sound of the flute rang a few more times, and all the girls danced to the sound of the flute.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Ouyang Feng clapped his hands together, and a maid came forward with a kite in his arms. At this moment, Ouyang Ke gradually felt his heart tremble, and the rhythm of the eight female musical instruments followed Huang Yaoshi's flute. Accompanied.

The men driving the snakes jumped up and down among the snakes and galloped back and forth.

Ouyang Feng plucked a few times on the strings of the zither, and let out a few times the chilling sound of gold and iron horses, immediately diluting the soft and charming sound in the flute.

Yaoshi Huang smiled and said:
"Come on, let's play a song together."

As soon as his jade flute left his lips, the frenzy of the crowd slowed down.

Ouyang Feng called out:
"Everyone plugged their ears, and Huang Dao and I mainly played music."

The people who came with him knew that this performance was very important, and their faces showed panic. They tore off the skirts of their clothes, plugged them tightly in their ears first, and then packed them tightly on their heads, so as not to let a little sound into their ears, even Ouyang Ke also quickly plugged his ears with cotton.

Huang Rong said angrily:

"My father played the flute for you. How much face did you give you? It's too rude for you to plug your ears. How dare you insult the master when you come to Peach Blossom Island as a guest!"

Huang Yaoshi said:

"Rong'er, that's not rude. He didn't dare to listen to my flute, but he was self-aware. You should put it on too. The skill of the old poisonous iron zither is unmatched in the world. How capable you are to dare to listen is an easy test." Got it?"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of silk handkerchief from his bosom and tore it in half, covering her ears.

He looked at Wu Zhai again, with a playful expression.

Instead, Wu Zhai took a few steps closer, stood next to Huang Rong, and laughed loudly:
"As you wish, I will quietly listen to the fairy voice!"

Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly, turned to Ouyang Feng and said:
"Your snake can't cover your ears, drive it away quickly, don't dirty the scenery on the island!"

He gestured to the dumb old servant beside him, the old servant nodded, and waved to the snake driver's head, asking him to lead his subordinates to avoid it.

Those people were eager to get away, and seeing Ouyang Feng nodding in agreement, they hurriedly drove away the snakes, and retreated far away following the path pointed out by the dumb old servant.

Ouyang Feng said:

"Brother's skill is not enough, I ask Brother Yao to allow three points."

Sitting cross-legged on a big stone, closing his eyes for a moment, he moved the five fingers of his right hand and played the ball sonorously.

Qin Zheng's voice was sour and intense, but his western iron zither's voice was even more shrill. Wu Zhai listened attentively, and felt that it was powerful and vast. This Ouyang Feng seemed rough, but unexpectedly he played it well.

After listening for a while, Wu Zhai only felt that the sound of the zither gradually changed, as if every sound was consistent with his heartbeat.

The sound of the kite made his heart skip a beat. The faster the sound of the kite, the faster his heartbeat gradually increased. He could only feel his chest "thumping", which was extremely uncomfortable.

When I listen to it for a while, my heart seems to jump out of my cavity.

Wu Zhai was startled:

"If his zither sounds more anxiously, wouldn't I want to cause his heart to beat to death?"

Just as I was about to rest my mind and hold my thoughts, I suddenly felt that the "Yi Jin Jing" had flowed by itself, and my heartbeat slowed down.

After a while, the sound of the zither could no longer drive his heartbeat.

So I listened at ease, but the sound of the zither became more and more urgent, and later it was like the sound of golden drums and ten thousand horses galloping. Suddenly, the soft rhyme was soft, and the sound of the zither was faintly mixed into the sound of the zither.

Wu Zhai felt his heart flutter, and his face became hot. Although the sound of the iron zither was loud, it still couldn't cover up the sound of the flute. The two voices were mixed together, and the tone was extremely weird.

The iron zither is like the crowing of apes in Wu Gorge, and the crying of ghosts at midnight, and the jade flute is like the singing of phoenixes in Kungang, whispering in deep boudoir, one is extremely tragic and sad, the other is quite soft and sweet.

One is high and the other is low, one advances and the other retreats, and they are not inferior to each other.

Huang Rong was watching the two playing with a smile at first, but later, she saw that the two looked solemn, and her father stood up, playing while walking, stepping on the Eight Diagrams direction with his feet.

She knew that this was the posture her father usually used when he practiced high-level internal strength, and the opponent must be extremely powerful, so she had to use all her strength to deal with it.

Seeing that the top of Ouyang Feng's head was like a steamer, wisps of heat rose straight up, he was playing the kite with both hands, and his sleeves were waving gusts of wind, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

I could only hear the music played by the two sides getting more and more urgent, it was at the moment of close combat and hand-to-hand combat, if we fight for a while, we will be victorious, and I was worrying about Huang Yaoshi, when suddenly the sound of Zhu Yuanyu Run's writing sounded in my ears:
"Heaven and earth have righteous energy, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the mountains, and the upper part is the sun and stars. People call it Haoran, and it is full of power to fill the sky..."

Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng's hearts shook at the same time, the sound of the flute and the zither suddenly slowed down, but the sound of reading became louder and louder. When they turned their heads, it was Wu Zhai holding his hand behind his back, and Zhenglang recited:

"Imperial road should be Qingyi, Hanhe Tu Mingting. See you when you are poor, and you will see them one by one. In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Donghu's pen..."

Ouyang Feng waved his hand and played the zither, clanging twice, the sound was like cracking silk, Wu Zhai's reading sound was uninterrupted, it was not covered up, and after a while, Huang Yaoshi's hole flute also joined the battle group, sometimes the sound of the flute quarreled with the sound of reading, sometimes Fighting with the zither sound again, the three sounds come and go, fighting together.

At the beginning, Ouyang Feng wanted to overwhelm Huang Yaoshi with the force of thunder, and the sound of the zither dodged here and there, but as soon as there was a slight gap in the sound of the zither, it would be revealed immediately. It's gut-wrenching.

During this period, Wu Zhai's reciting voice seemed to be unimpeded, but it gradually grew stronger. Every time he recited a sentence, the momentum became higher. At first, the words were only correct and round, but after a while, it became golden and jade-like. Later, he was as generous as Jin Mingyu...

When he recited "Dimensions depend on it, and Tianzhu depends on it", every word is spit out like a phoenix singing and a crane twittering.
Not long after, the entire Peach Blossom Island trembled, as if there were thousands of giants sitting in mid-air, leaning over to recite, and the words fell to the ground, all like Jiao Lei. It was about to fall into the thunder...

Wu Zhai didn't stop talking, and suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed Huang Yaoshi's back heart, and suddenly a stream of strong and true energy flowed into it, protecting his altar.

Huang Yaoshi was startled, knowing that Wu Zhai still had some strength left in such a vicious fight with himself and Ouyang Feng, this internal strength is truly astonishing!
But Wu Zhai uttered a shocking voice and read out the last sentence:
"The wind canopy shows books and reads, and the ancient roads reflect the colors."

As soon as the word "color" came out, Ouyang Feng's body trembled suddenly, and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out wildly.

Huang Yaoshi put down his jade flute and praised sincerely:

"Zhang Wuxia is good at kung fu! Huang Laoxie is ashamed of himself, admire, admire!"

Wu Zhai smiled and took off the silk handkerchief from Huang Rong's ears, seeing her burning eyes, he asked softly:

"Fifth Brother, what's the name of your poem?"

Wu Zhai said:
"Song of Righteousness!"

(End of this chapter)