Under the statue of the Immortal Master Mingzhen, Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing raised their heads and circled around several circles. After visiting, they stopped on the east side of the statue.

Chen Shuqing said with great emotion: "What a majestic statue with fairy spirit! It seems that the craftsmen who built the statues back then should respect this great ancestor from the bottom of their hearts to complete such a masterpiece that both spiritual and physical form!"

Pu Zixuan looked at the southwest with a melancholy face, then raised his hand to point to the endless shallow hills in the distance, and said sincerely: "Yes, that direction is my hometown Yunnan. I just looked like this for a while and felt a sense of sorrow in my heart... I seemed to be able to fully understand the pain and unwillingness of Master Mingzhen back then..." Then, Pu Zixuan took his gaze back, stared at the statue of the Master again, and said self-deprecatingly: "What a pity, if you are not a statue, but a living person, I will definitely invite you to the city to drink a big bowl, eat meat in big mouthfuls, and then slowly ask for the issue of Wuxiang Realm..."

"Come on, you!" Chen Shuqing cursed with a smile, "After he is an immortal Taoist priest, how could he drink and eat meat?"

"Ah? Is that right? I always thought that only monks are not allowed to drink and eat meat..." Pu Zixuan thought for a while, then he asked in confusion, "No, then Iron Guai Li in "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" is also a Taoist priest who has become an immortal? Why do you still have a wine gourd hanging on your body all day long?"

Chen Shuqing was stopped and stammered: "That's right... Could it be that some Taoist sects have taboos in this regard, and some Taoist sects do not?"

Looking at Chen Shuqing's slightly silly appearance, Pu Zixuan couldn't help laughing: "I thought you really knew astronomy and geography. It seems that you still have knowledge that stumped you, hahaha..."

"Hmph!" Chen Shuqing was speechless and had to express his displeasure with a pout. Then, as if he realized something, he waved his hand to stop Pu Zixuan's laughter, "Wait, you can calm down."

Pu Zixuan calmed down his laughter, but his smile was still on his lips, "Why, which sect is not allowed to drink and eat meat? Have you remembered the answer?"

"Go to your answer, that's not important at all!" Chen Shuqing whispered with concentration, "Did you hear a sound of the piano?"

"Ah?" Pu Zixuan was stunned for a moment, and then focused, and tried with his ears for a while, wondering, "I didn't hear it, you shouldn't have auditory hallucinations, right?"

"No, there is indeed a piano sound, but my hearing is sharper than that of humans, and you can't hear it." Chen Shuqing then stood up straight and pointed to a row of houses at the west end of the dam and said, "The piano sound comes from there. Let's go and take a look."

Pu Zixuan said in a daze: "What? Is there a breath of a purifying messenger over there?"

Chen Shuqing shook her head and said, "No, there is no one in the entire village."

Pu Zixuan said disdainfully: "Haha, then why are you going to do it?"

Chen Shuqing smiled and said, "Although there is no purifying the aura of the messenger, the sound of the piano is extraordinary and the pitch is excellent. It should be made of good wood. Moreover, the melody of this song is exciting, like a cloud rolling and a surging wind and thunder, and it contains a full sense of fighting spirit. There should be people who practice martial arts here. I think it is worth visiting."

"Haha, okay, Xiaojiu, I just stepped on you, and you immediately showed off your talent to me..." Pu Zixuan squeezed his eyes and said happily, "Okay, there is still a while before meals, so let's go and have a look."

The two of them immediately walked towards the west end of the village. As the distance gradually approached, the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer. Not only did Chen Shuqing hear it more and more sincerely, but Pu Zixuan finally heard it, and a ripples suddenly appeared in his heart.

As Xiaojiu said, even if I have never studied music, I can still feel its magnificence, as if it aroused a huge force in my body that was about to burst out.

The closer the distance, the clearer the source of the music. Soon, the two of them came to a simple wooden house and stopped at the door.

The door was not closed. In the main room, there was indeed a young man sitting upright in front of a xylophone. Facing the door, he was immersed in his playing. When Pu and Chen appeared at the door, the shadow happened to hit the ground of the main room from the door, which instantly attracted the young man's attention.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and the young man slowly raised his head. It was Lao Zhengye who had practiced sword skills with his sister under the statue of Mingzhen Immortal Master Ming. After the eyes of Pu Chen and the other two met, Lao Zhengye was stunned: "You are..."

Also quite stunned was Chen Shuqing. Originally, she had already built a role in her heart with a fairy-like player like Mingzhen Immortal Master or Pu Songling, but she didn't expect that her master was just a young man who looked about the same age as Pu Zixuan. This comparison surprised her and immediately adjusted her curiosity to the extreme.

How can a war song that is so enchanting to the mountains and rivers be interpreted so vividly without enough life experience?

Pu Zixuan obviously didn't have so many ideas. When facing Lao Zhengye's question, he felt a little embarrassed about his abrupt visit, so he scratched his head and said, "Ah, we are just tourists, attracted by your piano sound. Play well, play well, hehe..."

Pu Zixuan's admiration was not literary, but it made Lao Zhengye stare at him and said, "Ah? Is it? So, do you feel...a feeling a surging feeling, as if... suddenly full of energy?"

"Yes!" Pu Zixuan clenched his fist and joked, "It's like he has endless energy. Even if he has a thousand pound nail in front of him, hehe, he's all inspired by your piano sound!"

I thought the young man in front of me would be happy because of his positive response, and then proudly followed his words. However, Lao Zhengye's face suddenly became gloomy and said in a deep voice: "Oh, that's it..."

Pu Zixuan was puzzled: "What, is there anything wrong with what I said just now?"

"Ah, no, no, no, that's not what he meant..." Lao Zhengye immediately realized his impoliteness and wanted to correct it, but he stopped talking.

The air suddenly became a little embarrassed. Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing looked at me, and I looked at you, but they were all confused by the monk.

Just as he was about to find something else to talk about, a woman suddenly stepped out of the kitchen and asked loudly while walking, "Master job, are there any customers?"

The woman was Lao Zhengye's sister Lao Jiamei. After seeing Pu and Chen, she did not greet her immediately, but deliberately coughed, as if she was hinting at Lao Zhengye. Then she changed the topic and said, "The guests have entered the house, so why don't they make a cup of tea for them?"

Pu Zixuan was about to tell the two of them not to have trouble, but Lao Zhengye immediately nodded and ran to the kitchen.

After the three of them sat down, Lao Jiamei apologized: "I'm sorry, our parents left early. My brother is not very sensible. He likes to play the piano all day long and has no sense of speaking. Don't take it to your heart."

This is perfunctory at first. If the parents left early and experienced more warmth in the world, children should be sensible earlier. This point can be seen at a glance at the spoiled by their father. What's more, this young man named Zhengyi can play such a passionate and profound melody, which must be a person with a ravine in his heart. No matter what, it is difficult to associate it with "ignorance".

"Where is my answer? It's because I didn't know what I said..." Pu Zixuan smiled perfunctorily, and then subconsciously looked around. He saw that there were some swords hanging on the walls of the main hall, some of which were made of metal, and some were made of wood. Thinking about the two siblings, they both had a good figure and met, and they were people who practice martial arts at first glance. From this, it seems that this sister must be hiding something...

Chen Shuqing's focus was not on the sword. Just as Pu Zixuan was immersed in thinking, she asked: "Can I go and see that piano?"

Lao Jiamei was slightly stunned, then said lightly: "Please."

Chen Shuqing then stood up, moved to the edge of the piano, reached out to touch the piano strings and the piano. After a while, he suddenly said, "What a good piano! This piano is made of small leaves and red beans, right?"

Little leaf red beans?

The simple four words immediately attracted Pu Zixuan's idea. Could it be that this place is still related to the purifying messenger?
Chapter completed!