On the ninth day of the second month, Murong Abi was wandering on East Cross Street, an old man's back flashed across the corner of his eyes, hurriedly chased after him, shouting, "Master! Master..." After shouting a few times, the old man turned around and hesitated, "Little Abi?" His tone was very uncertain.

Murong Abi nodded suddenly and said, "Yes! I haven't seen you for a long time. Master, you are old man. Abi's appearance has changed drastically, but Master has not changed at all." He said that, and went forward and knelt down and kowtowed three times. When the passers-by saw her like that, they stopped and gathered around to watch the fun.[.]

The old man sideways away, looking at Murong Abi carefully, pondered, "I heard that the Yangsheng Hall master has a concubine named Murong Abi, who is proficient in music. Is it you?" Abi was still talking, and the old man had already got the desired answer from the expressions of the onlookers. He couldn't help but sigh, with a complicated look on his face, and he slowly said, "I was not your master at first, but I taught you some basic knowledge, so I dare not be your master now."

Murong Abi had already stood up, but when he heard something, he knelt down again and choked and said, "I will never forget the favor of Master. Those who may not be anything to Master, but how many people are so good to Master in their lives?" After a pause, he said, "As for the Master of Health, Master, you don't have to worry. He doesn't care what the relationship between the people around him has with others. One is one, two is two, and it's completely separate."

The old man's face flashed with joy and asked anxiously: "How to calculate?"

Murong Abi pondered for a moment and replied, "For example, if the Yangsheng Hall Master becomes a sworn brother, then the brother's parents are not the Yangsheng Hall Master's parents, but are just the brother's parents, and they will not be confused." In many people's eyes, her words were ruthless, because the most important thing in society at that time was the word "filial piety". However, most of them took into account the reputation of the Yangsheng Hall Master, and dared not speak out loud and sarcastic, but they inevitably showed contempt, anger and other expressions on their faces. A few people think that her words make sense, but they dare not agree in public. The crime of unfiliality is not something that ordinary people can afford, and no one is willing to take responsibility. Some people show confusion, and some people suspect that Murong Abi has a grudge with the Yangsheng Hall Master, and deliberately slander it, and all kinds of things are really hard to describe.

The old man's face changed a little. He suddenly pulled Murong Abi's left hand and whispered, "Let's talk about it in a quiet place." After exerting his light skills, he thought it would be very difficult to pull alone, but he expected that the speed was faster than usual and the dodging was easier. The dense crowd on the street seemed to be nothing. The two turned left and right, not knowing whether I was pulling you away, or you were pulling me away, not knowing whether to go east or west, until he saw the plaque of the Yangshengtang, he woke up suddenly and stopped.

The old man looked at Murong Abi like a monster, and sighed, "This is Lingbo Weibu of our Xiaoyao Sect. The Master of Yangsheng Hall is indeed our uncle. You are the concubine of the uncle. By seniority, I have to call you the uncle of the uncle, but you say that the master of the Yangsheng Hall doesn't care about this, so don't care about this, and don't call me Master again. If you have to call me, then I have to call you the uncle of the uncle."

Murong Abi said with tears in his eyes: "The generations are all in chaos, what should I do?"

The old man said, "It seems that only the leader of the learning health hall will talk to each other, so don't force it."

Murong Abi asked in confusion: "How did Master know that he doesn't like to force others?"

The old man said, "The Master of the Health Hall is so famous all over the world. What's so strange about me knowing his preferences? Alas..." He sighed and said, "Since you like calling me Master so much, I have to call you uncle in the little master."

Murong Abi's face was flushed and embarrassed. She didn't know how to explain it. She shook her head and waved her hands again.

Just as he was worried, a boy suddenly heard the voice from a distance: "That's not simple, just like when Murong Abi was a child, you just met. The relationship was simple and simple. What should you call it?"

The old man trembled all over and said loudly, "Thank you for your advice from Uncle Master." His eyes were full of tears, and there was no one who spoke. He turned around and called Murong Abi: "Little Abi."

Murong Abi was stunned for a while, and replied with a red face, "Grandpa Kang." His voice was as thin as a mosquito, and the old man had a deep internal strength, but he could barely hear it clearly.

The old man's surname is Kang, his name is Guangling, and his name is "Qindian". He is the first of the "Eight Friends of Hangu". He is the senior brother of Doctor Xue, the "Enemesis of the King of Hell", the eldest disciple of Su Xinghe, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the senior nephew of Ding Chunqiu, the founder of the Xingsu Sect. When Qin Chao saw him, he knew why he came and sighed: "If you want the ancient song "Guangling San" to reappear in the world, no matter how high your piano skills are, it is useless."

Kang Guangling screamed, remembering that he had heard the Lord of the Yangsheng Hall know the secrets of the world many times along the way, and was born with the 'mind reading technique', so he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He followed Murong Abi, looked around and wanted to find the Lord of the Yangsheng Hall, and said in his mouth: "Please give me advice." The young man's voice came from his ears: "What was the name of 'Guangling San' at the beginning?"

Kang Guangling replied: "The Song of Nie Zheng's Assassination of King Han"" I thoughts in my heart, but I didn't dare to think too much, so I kept silently reciting: "The three words 'Mind Reading'." I wanted to interfere with the superpowers of the Master of Health.

In such a special state, the two continued to ask questions and answer.

"What is the biggest feature of 'Guanglingsan'?"

"The whole song is filled with an unyielding and unyielding spirit."

"Is it because of the piano skills or this kind of great aura?"

"Haora's aura."

"Do you have a strong aura?"

"No."

"Without the support of Haoran's energy, what's the use of no matter how high the piano skills are?"

“Nothing is useful.”

"Does your thoughts, thoughts and actions match the 'Guangling Qu'?"

"Not match, not at all."

A burst of cold sweat came out from Kang Guangling's back, and his heart almost stopped beating. At the beginning, he was respectful on the surface but dissatisfied inside. As the conversation continued, the master of the Yangsheng Hall became taller and taller in his heart. In the blink of an eye, Su Xinghe, the master who had taught him for many years, and in a blink of an eye, he surpassed Wuyazi, who had always regarded as a god. He was high and immeasurable, and continued to grow taller and bigger. His cold sweat was not flowing for the Yangsheng Hall, but for himself, and he said to himself: "I'm wrong."

, it was all wrong, it was wrong from the beginning. The name Kang Guangling was simply embarrassing the "Guangling San". I was still complacent and thought that except for a few people in the master, I had unparalleled piano skills in the world. But why not only I don’t know, I don’t know, and even the master’s master didn’t know. Only the master’s master could see the problem at a glance. It’s not that I can’t do it, nor that the master’s master could do it, nor that the master’s master could do it, but that the master’s master was too... too..." I don’t know what words to describe it.

"Oh..." Kang Guangling sighed softly in his ear. He turned around and saw that there was an extra handsome young man around him, wearing a Taoist costume, holding a peach wood sword, and wearing a sky-storming crown... Before he could take a closer look, Kang Guangling knelt on his knees and said convincedly: "Kang Guangling pays homage to Uncle Master! Thank you for your advice!" Feeling a gentle force blew past like a breeze, his body stood up involuntarily, knowing that he was the owner of the Health Hall.

He was moved but did not see the Yangsheng Hall taking the initiative to touch her feet. Kang Guangling's legs became weak and he almost knelt down on the ground. At this time, he was already prone to the Lord of the Yangsheng Hall, and it was extremely! It was over! He thought to himself: "Our Xiaoyao Sect is just an outskirt, and the Lord of the Yangsheng Hall is a real outskirt. His supernatural powers are so vast that only the legendary gods can compare with him. But most of them are just fictional characters, far less real than the Lord of the Yangsheng Hall."

Qin Chao looked sad and sighed: "Is Wu Xingyun okay?"

Kang Guangling said: "The masters and ancestors have long gone overseas to visit immortals and seek Taoism. My master and Uncle Ding are both following the master. The Lingjiu Palace no longer has a new master. It is divided into nine and is divided into three shifts to protect it, and it will be changed every three years."

Qin Chao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where is Li Qiushui?"

Kang Guangling said: "Mr. Li seems to be very dissatisfied, it seems..." He couldn't say a word for a long time.

Qin Chao laughed and said, "Do you have the ambition to unify the world?"

Kang Guangling's face relaxed and he said, "It should be that the disciples can't see it."

Qin Chao smiled and said, "It's normal for her to prove herself with this. But as long as she is not a lunatic, she will not stand on the front and bear the reaction of chaos in the world. Fighting for the world is not a first move. From ancient times to the present, the fisherman has always benefited, and he has never been exceptional." With a smile, he said, "Did she blame me for me for meddling in other people's business?"

Kang Guangling said hesitantly: "I heard... Master Li's uncle... Please... Please... Please... I have carved... many various statues, all of which are carved like you, Master. It is rumored that if Master Li doesn't stab more than a hundred swords on the statue every day, he will... I will not be able to sleep. He also carries a doll that has been used by magic, and is full of needles."

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