"..."

Although Wang Yuanba was rude, he was not stupid at all. At this time, he had realized that he was being trapped.

Hearing what Ning Zhongze said, Wang Yuanba hesitated in his heart, fearing that this was really music and flute music, and that this person would be looked down upon, so he hesitated for a while.

Wang Yuanba is a cunning old man, but his grandson is a loser. Wang Jiaju immediately shouted loudly: "Grandpa, Master Yi in our tent can play the flute, just ask him to come and take a look. This is obviously the "Evil Sword Manual" , how could it be a musical score or a flute score?"

"..."

Wang Yuanba was so angry that Wang Yuan could feel his despair.

If there were no outsiders, Wang Yuanba would probably have torn off Wang Jiaju's head by now.

"What a coincidence!"

Wang Yuan was afraid that Wang Yuanba would shirk away, so he made up for it with two hands: "Since there is a master in the house who knows how to play the flute, then whether this is a sword score or a musical score, please ask him to come and take a look and you will know."

"All right!"

Wang Yuanba had no choice but to order Wang Jiajun to invite Master Yi.

Master Yi was a thin, thin man in his fifties, with a sparse beard under his chin, and his clothes were very neat.

"Master Yi, please come and see if this is an ordinary piece of music?"

Seeing Master Yi walking into the hall, Wang Yuan handed the book over.

Master Yi opened the book, read a few pages, shook his head and said, "This is not something that a late student would understand."

Wang Yuanba's eyes lit up when he heard this.

But when Master Yi saw the flute score at the back, he suddenly became excited and hummed in a low voice, tapping the rhythm with his two fingers on the table.

He hummed for a while, then shook his head and said: "No, no!" Then he hummed again, and suddenly his voice became louder and hoarse again. He frowned and said: "There is no such thing as this in the world. This... ...This...is really difficult for late students to understand."

Wang Yuanba looked happy and asked: "Is there anything suspicious in this book? Is it very different from ordinary flute music?"

Master Yi pointed to the flute score and said: "Please look at Dong Weng, the palace tune here suddenly changes slightly, which is really against the music theory, and the flute cannot be played. It suddenly changes to the horn tune, and then to the feather tune, then It is also a tune that has never been seen before. It is impossible to play such a tune on the cave flute."

"Ci'ao! This Master Yi is obviously wearing the same pants as Wang Yuanba!"

Wang Yuan frowned when he heard this and said, "You don't know how to play, and I don't think anyone else can play either!"

"This master is right!" Master Yi nodded: "But if there is really someone in the world who can play such a tune, Wan Sheng will be so impressed that I admire him so much! Unless it's...unless it's Dongcheng..."

"You said this is not an ordinary flute score? Some of the tunes in it cannot be played on the flute at all?"

Before Master Yi finished speaking, Wang Yuanba forcibly interrupted.

Master Yi nodded and said: "Yes, it's very unusual, very extraordinary. Wansheng is determined not to blow it. Unless it's Dongcheng..."

"Is there any famous master in Dongcheng who can play this piece of music?" Ning Zhongze is really a great assistant. Seeing that Wang Yuanba was determined not to let Master Yi speak, he hurried over to assist.

Master Yi said: "This... I can't guarantee that I was born late. It's just... I'm just a green bamboo man from Dongcheng. He can play both the piano and the flute. Maybe he can play the flute. It's not necessarily that he can play it. The flute he plays is comparable to that of the late student." It's much more brilliant, but it's just so much more brilliant that it can't be compared to the same person, and it can't be compared to the same person."

"Green Bamboo Man? Is that the old guy?" Wang Yuan couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.

I didn't expect that the old man had a weird temper, and he really had a temper. No wonder he looked like a hermit.

But Wang Yuanba forcibly held on to Weird and said: "Since it is not an ordinary flute score, there is certainly something to be said for it."

Uncle Wang on the side was very smart, and he came up and said, "Dad, aren't the four-door Liuhe sword techniques of the Zhengzhou Bagua Dao also recorded in a music score?"

Wang Yuanba was startled, and then realized that his son was talking nonsense, but he expected that the Huashan sect only specialized in swordsmanship. Yue Buqun, even though he was knowledgeable, might not know whether there was such a swordsmanship among other sects, so he immediately nodded and said

: "Yes, yes, Mo's family mentioned this matter a few years ago. The musical score mentions sword skills and sword skills. That is a common thing and it is not surprising at all."

"Yeah?"

Linghu Chong glanced at Wang Yuanba and said coldly: "Since it's not surprising, let me ask Mr. Wang what the sword techniques recorded in these two scores look like."

"Well..." Wang Yuanba said nonsensically: "My son-in-law has passed away. I am afraid that no one else will understand the secret of this genealogy."

"Damn it! It's so stinky and shameless!"

Wang Yuan and Linghu Chong looked at each other and let out sighs.

After all, you are an old fritter. This nonsense can be said without leakage. What does it mean to die without proof? This is it!

"Haha!" Wang Yuan said with a smile: "Master Yi said that there is a Green Bamboo Man in Dongcheng who is good at music. Why not ask him to comment on this music score."

Wang Yuanba shook his head and said: "This green bamboo man is just a bamboo craftsman. He is extremely weird and crazy. How can you trust the words of such a person?" (This Wang Yuanba must have come into contact with a basket weaver in the Dabie Mountains.

The bamboo craftsman.)

Ning Zhongze smiled slightly and said: "This matter is related to Chong'er's innocence and the reputation of Huashan Sect. Chong'er is a disciple of Huashan and Pingzhi is also a disciple of Huashan. After all, we cannot be partial."

What Ning Zhongze said really shocked Wang Yuan, and he couldn't help but look at her again.

Although this person is only a member of the female class, he knows the general situation, knows how to advance and retreat, and his words are neither humble nor overbearing, but he can always be just right. I don't know how much better than Yue Buqun.

She knew that as the head woman of the Huashan Sect, it was not easy for her to argue with the Wang family, so she directly transferred the situation to Lin Pingzhi.

Wang Yuan quickly answered: "Isn't your Wang family very popular in Luoyang? Go and fetch Old Man Lu."

"No, no!"

Master Yi hurriedly said: "That old man has a very weird temper. He has to come to visit him! Otherwise, even if he knocks on the door, he won't be able to pay attention to him."

"He looks like someone of my generation!" Ning Zhongze smiled and turned to ask Wang Yuan Badao: "I'd like to ask you for your help. How about we go visit this elegant bamboo craftsman together?"

Having said this, although Wang Yuanba was extremely reluctant, seeing that Ning Zhongze and Wang Yuan were staring at him, he did not dare to offend Huashan Shaolin to death, so he had no choice but to say: "Okay, then I will join you all.

Pay a visit to this Green Bamboo Man."

Master Yi led the way through several small streets and arrived at Green Bamboo Alley.

The scenery in the Green Bamboo Alley was really elegant, and everyone who looked at it was relaxed and fascinated. As soon as they stepped into the alley, they heard the melody of the piano, and someone was playing the piano.

Ning Zhong whispered: "This Green Bamboo Man is so good at enjoying happiness!"

"Zheng!"
Chapter completed!