Lu Zhuwen hesitated for a while and apologized: "This... is to be honest. The person who plays the piano is my aunt. She never sees guests. I hope the young master will forgive me."

To be honest, Lu Zhuwen has a very good impression of Zuo Yi, whom he met for the first time, especially Zuo Yi is obviously a person who loves music.

But Zuo Yi's origin is unknown, so he dared not introduce it to the sage aunt casually.

"No, it's because I'm too abrupt. I can't meet seniors, but I'm just not blessed enough." Zuo Yi said hurriedly.

He was not able to get close to Yingying. Although he was a little disappointed, he was mentally prepared.

Lu Zhuwen looked at Zuo Yi deeply, sighed with regret, and said, "Young master, wait a moment, I will get the music score for you now."

Zuo Yi smiled casually: "Old man, there is no need to worry. In fact, I have already kept that music score in mind, and I want to get it back because it was a gift from others.

But now it happened to fall into the hands of another fellow, and this may be God's will to find a new master for it.

Since that's the case, the music score will be given to your elders in your family. I believe that your aunt will not insult it."

"this……"

The Lu Zhuweng's face was very surprised, and he couldn't help but be impressed by Zuo Yi's elegant demeanor.

He has always claimed to be a master of his own words and is proud of making friends with music, and regards peddlers as vulgar ants.

But today, compared with the humble and elegant young man in front of him, he couldn't help feeling ashamed of himself.

While he was stunned, he heard Zuo Yi say, "Old man, I am Xia Yifeng. I was from Hangzhou. I just moved here yesterday and lived in the house next to you. We are all neighbors in the future. I hope my husband will take care of you."

"Young master, please be polite." Lu Zhuweng hurriedly said.

"I just moved here and there are still many things waiting to be handled. I won't bother the old man. I'll come to visit the old man and your aunt again and say goodbye."

Zuo Yi smiled and politely, then said goodbye and left.

"Actually I..."

Lu Zhuweng looked at Zuo Yi's back, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak but stopped.

He originally wanted to say that he was also a music enthusiast, but he never had time to speak, which was a bit regretful.

...

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

Just yesterday, someone from Songshan sent him, saying that the head of the sect had an order and ordered Zuo Yi to return to the mountain gate to wait for the trial of the criminal hall.

The two elite disciples came to pass the order, but Zuo Yi found a reason to send him.

Zuo Yi knew in his heart that if his father really wanted to summon him back to the mountain, the eldest or second brother should be coming.

But this time, two ordinary disciples came, just doing superficial skills, so he was too lazy to pay attention to it.

At the same time, the story of him destroying relatives for the sake of justice in the Black Snake Gang, and cleaning up the portals, and killing Fei Yang also spread throughout the Luoyang Jianghu Circle.

Whether it is good or evil, or the three religions and other ranks, he secretly raised his thumbs up and praised him for being the best young hero of the righteous path. He contempts and ridicules Fei Yang in all kinds of contempt and ridicule, but it does not hinder the reputation of Songshan, but it shows the upright demeanor of Songshan.

Zuo Yi actually didn't care much about these things.

What he cared more was that the pavilion at home had been repaired.

The pavilion is independent of the West Garden, surrounded by green bamboos, and the fragrance of flowers is wafting. It is elegant and quiet, which makes Zuo Yi very satisfied.

At the same time, the sound of the piano and flute coming from next door became more and more proficient, and gradually gained the 70% or 80% charm of the music score.

This is already extremely rare.

You should know that even Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng can only play the eight-nine-point charm of this song when their spiritual energy reaches its peak.

In the original play, only the two of them exhausted their lives and vitality in their last ensemble to play the peak song, but it also made this song a singular sound.

It can also be seen that Ren Yingying's music attainments are indeed very high, not inferior to Zuo Yi at all, which also made Zuo Yi admire him...

The sound of piano and flute from the next door sounded interactively, both of which were from Ren Yingying alone.

At the beginning, the Green Bamboo Man seemed to have accompaniment, and the Green Bamboo Man's attainment in piano tracing was not low.

But he and Ren Yingying's life experience are too different. The two have a serious generation gap and are not on the same channel at all. They really cannot play together. In the end, Ren Yingying is just entertaining herself.

On that afternoon, the golden sun was hanging in the sky, the sky was clear and the cool breeze was gentle, and the entire Luoyang city seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder.

In Zuo Yi's courtyard, Wimber prunes flower branches in the lazy afternoon garden, not anxious or impatient.

In the courtyard next door, the green bamboo man was humming a small song and weaving a basket.

Suddenly, a light and melodious sound of flute came from the room and floated over the two courtyards, making people feel refreshed.

The flute statement is so pleasant, as if a beautiful girl came out of the dark corner, walking lightly in the spring forest, dancing gracefully, and pity herself.

There was also a hint of helplessness towards fate and a memory of the past.

Joy is the voice of the heart.

It can be heard from the sound of the flute that Ren Yingying longs for happiness, but is not happy.

Actually, it's right to think about it.

Ren Yingying had no mother since she was a child, and was separated from her father who depended on each other when she was young, and she didn't even know her father's life and death.

Although she was the saint of the Demon Sect, she was just a banner that Dongfang Bubai used to win over his father's old subordinates. She had no real power and was monitored and restricted everywhere and could not be free.

In order to avoid Dongfang Bubai's surveillance and Yang Lianting's covetousness, she had to stay away from her hometown and come to Minxiang, Luoyang to live in seclusion, and eat lightly every day, accompanied by silk and bamboo.

She stayed in the room, barely leaving the house, and she could not see the light of day.

She has no relatives or friends, and only a musical old servant to accompany her.

She was a flowery year and should have seen the beauty of this world, but she lived a life of almost isolatedness and a peaceful life day after day.

Her few life experiences are full of intrigue and bloody storms.

How could she be happy if she is such a girl?

It is a great blessing that she has not been driven crazy by fate and has not been psychopathic.

Perhaps the only happiness in her heart is to recall the interesting childhood stories surrounding her father's knees...

Listening to the sound of the flute, the Green Bamboo Man's hand weaving the basket stopped and sighed silently.

Listening to the sound of the flute, Zuo Yi closed the South China Sutra in his hand and sighed softly in the pavilion next door.

At this moment, he gradually felt a little sympathy and pity for Ren Yingying's life experience and experience.

Alas, poor Yingying, no wonder she was so easily abducted by Linghu Chong in the original plot...

All right!

Sister Yingying, in this life, let your brother Yi save you from the sea of ​​suffering!

Zuo Yi put down the South China Sutra, gently plucked the strings, and then began to play a series of cheerful and bright rhythms.

Zheng~zheng~

Strong ~~

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Chapter completed!