Wanjie Supreme Creditor System

Chapter 694
A series of sounds were like heavy sledgehammers, hitting his heart hard.

The heart, which was already extremely angry, once again endured unimaginable pressure, and wished to rush back immediately.

I don't know where the rubbish came from, so in front of my father, how can I tolerate him!

The fire in his heart rose up, reaching the sky.

Just as the footsteps were about to step back, the voice of the adoptive father came from the ear:
"After all, the kid is really spoiled by me. If I'm not there at any time, you teach him well! It's also a lesson to him, so as not to develop the worst habit in the world!"

The nameless voice was like a thorn, piercing deeply into his heart.

For the first time, he knew that in the eyes of his adoptive father, he was just an arrogant person with no ability!
"Hmph, I'm going to kill you, you magic stick! Just wait, I want to prove to the world that I, Jian Chen, are better than blue than blue!"

"Martial arts myths are just myths! One day, I will defeat you!"

He swore secretly, clenched his fists tightly, and strode out of the restaurant.

When I saw a red paulownia tree growing in the yard for more than 20 years, I punched it and it exploded!
The anger in his heart dissipated a lot, and he rushed out of the restaurant, never wanting to come back.

Leng Yi, who was sitting on the teacher's chair opposite Wuming, knew that he was very powerful, but he was not afraid and had a strong character.

However, his expression flickered suddenly, and he smelled a free wind outside, not the closed wind in the teahouse.

The taste is not right. After a short check, a sneer appeared on the corner of the mouth, and said:
"Your adoptive son is really looking for his own death, destroying your pattern of changing your fate against the sky. The fate of the lone star of Tiansha has changed, and he will definitely die!"

Originally, he just wanted to be angry with him since he was determined to kill him.

But he never expected that Jian Chen, in anger, smashed the arrangement and released the fate of the nameless lone star of the evil spirit.

Then, where would the adopted son beside him go if he was not dead?

Faced with such a situation, Wuming slapped the table suddenly, with an angry look on his face, stood up, stared out the window, and said coldly:
"Nizi! Pure Nizi, what use are you for!"

He managed to live a happy life for 20 years, but he didn't expect that it would be ruined by Jian Chen's anger once!

Burning with anger, in the sky outside the Zhonghua Pavilion, patches of dark clouds gathered, and countless thunderclaps spread and crackled within.

This is the anger of the martial arts myth in the situation, which even changes the color of the sky and the earth, causing countless people to bow down to the ground.

Leng Yi didn't expect that this old guy is so powerful, every word and deed, the world follows.

However, he is not afraid.

He can also move the vision of heaven and earth, and snap his fingers casually.

The sound went straight to the sky, like a muffled thunder, suddenly sounded.

All the dark clouds gathered all over the sky disappeared, as if they never existed at all.

He took a clever trick and used Taoism to change the movement of gas in the sky, and it became what it is now.

People outside don't even know that two people from all kinds in China have just passed a text comparison with each other.

The nameless anger dissipated slowly, and his eyes fell on Leng Yi.

After looking up and down for a long time, his expression became more dignified, and he said coldly:
"Little brother, I haven't seen you for 20 years, and your strength has become much stronger. Congratulations! I still want to ask, how can we repair the situation of 20 years ago?"

He knew deeply that trying to silently change his momentum with a snap of his fingers was definitely not a martial skill.

Maybe it's a skill that I've never seen before, and I have an unexpected ability to talk to myself like this.

I haven't seen him for 20 years, but his ability has improved greatly, and he is comparable to himself. His talent and strength should not be underestimated.

Facing Wuming, Leng Yi had a faint smile on his face, and said neither humble nor overbearing:

"Pattern? I can fix it at any time, and even improve it. But, it seems that you haven't given me what you promised me? Don't worry about it!"

Of course he had a way to change everything, and Jian Chen just gave him the opportunity to collect debts.

Otherwise, it's really hard to handle him.

The martial arts myth is indeed a myth!

Isn't it just for yourself to show the means just now?

Otherwise, there is no need for anger to attract the echo of heaven and earth.

Wuming heard the words, stared at him for ten seconds, restrained his momentum, gently lifted the hem of his clothes, and slowly sat on the grand master's chair.

Gently picked up the erhu on the side of the table, and said in a cold voice:
"Very good, you are very good. I think, you are the one who took away the peerless sword from the sword mound, right?"

He was holding the erhu in his left hand and pulling the strings with his right hand. When he was about to play, he suddenly lifted it.

Eyes fell on Leng Yi's eyes, watching his every move.

But at this moment, Leng Yi said lightly:
"A peerless sword? I have a sword similar to it, why bother? Besides, I don't have that ability!"

His expression didn't change at all, everything was calm and calm.

The peerless sword belongs to Bu Jingyun, anyway, it will fall into his hands in the end, and it will be useless for anyone to get it.

When leaving Zhonghua Pavilion, just give it to passers-by.

He doesn't want to participate in the changes in the world of wind and cloud yet.

Who knows what kind of attitude those old monsters who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years will have.

If he finds him now, it will be difficult for him to resist.

He thought a lot in his head, but his expression didn't change at all, quietly waiting for the nameless teaching.

Taking a deep look at him, Wuming knew he couldn't detect anything, and said in a deep voice:
"Erhu, you can find the deepest sorrow in your heart, you can explore the softest feeling in people's heart! Dao, the most sad feeling in the heart, playing, there is nothing to say to others! Listen up!"

Wuming explained the way of the erhu, making Leng Yi instantly understand that every musical instrument has its own emotions that can be expressed.

Erhu is to use the simplest two strings to perform the most wonderful magic.

Outsiders are not enough.

In this way, just now is the way of the piano.

The mournful voice sounded, it seemed to be able to touch people's hearts and evoke unspeakable sorrow in my heart.

If a person who doesn't know how to play the piano hears such music, he will definitely feel sad, unbearable, and burst into tears.

For example, a wild goose flying in the sky almost fell from above.

Many people beside the Zhonghua Pavilion were weeping bitterly, their grief came from their hearts, and they couldn't control it.

The servants in the yard, even if they were influenced, were still unavoidable and burst into tears.

Even a master can't resist such a sad scene.

However, Leng Yi, who was sitting opposite Wuming, seemed to be deaf, but leisurely beat the time to the sound of the piano.

The friendship contained in it is hard for outsiders to imagine.

When the song ended, Leng Yi was not moved at all, but he had already grasped the essence of it.

This is the advantage of having a musical foundation, the way of the piano, going far, is no worse than him.

"Very good, it can touch the deepest sorrow in people's hearts! Shall we look at the sword technique next?"

Leng Yi looked at Wuming calmly and said again.

(End of this chapter)