"Thank you, I'll go find him."...
Everyone must have hope.
The same goes for young men.
Although the hope was slim, he was willing to give it a try.
"drive!"
…………
"Hush!"
The carriage drove to a lonely house.
The young man jumped out of the carriage, his eyes full of confusion.
I was as confused as if I had come to the land of fireworks for the first time, facing a dozen beautiful women.
The world is so big, but there is only one rotten tile shed, which is the only place to stay.
The young man felt a sense of desolation in his heart.
once.
He is suave, spends a lot of money, and is famous all over the world.
Countless beauties from famous families regard him as the lover of their dreams.
But now, he hastily fled to the wilderness.
Suddenly, a man appeared in front of him.
With melancholy eyes and sad stubble, he held an oil-paper umbrella and stared into the distance.
This person seemed to see him, but also seemed not to see him.
However, the young man seemed to see himself many years later.
Because the other person is also very handsome, as good as him.
"Sir, save me!"
"Can't be saved."
Ouyang Feng just glanced at the young man and answered like this.
"I will pay you five hundred taels of silver, sir, to protect my little one."
"No amount of money will do."
"Why?"
"Because I only kill people, never save them."
"You can't kill that person."
"Not necessarily. I have a friend whose martial arts is unparalleled in the world. He is not afraid even if the two palace masters of Yihua Palace of the Ming Dynasty are present."
Hearing this, the young man's eyes flashed with light.
"Sir knows my identity."
"The only one in the world who can still maintain his graceful demeanor while on the run is Yulang Jiang Feng'er."
"hehe!"
Jiang Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, you are laughing. I just want to seek shelter temporarily, and I don't want to kill anyone."
"The person you are waiting for may not come."
"He will definitely come."
"Maybe you are right, but he will not come to you until at least twenty years later."
If someone else had said this, Jiang Feng would never believe it.
The Hero of the South, Yan Nantian, was his adopted brother, and he could not think of anyone who could stop Yan Nantian.
However, the two agreed to meet outside Suzhou at the beginning of the month.
Yan Nantian came to pick him up.
However, it was already the middle of the month, and there was no news from Yan Nantian as he fled all the way from Suzhou to outside the customs.
Jiang Feng couldn't help but begin to believe Ouyang Feng's words.
"Is there really anyone in the world who is the opponent of the two palace masters of Yihua Palace?"
"Maybe not now, but there will definitely be in the future."
Jiang Feng had no choice but to trust Ouyang Feng.
Present five hundred taels of silver.
Ouyang Feng made room for him in the dilapidated house.
Jiang Feng moved into the room with his wife and twin sons.
"It's so dirty here and the place is so small."
Yue Nu glanced at the dilapidated room, her pretty face full of reluctance.
"When he defeats the two palace masters, he will be safe."
"The Grand Palace Master's Mingyu Kung Fu has been cultivated to the eighth level. No one in the world can defeat her."
Yue Nu is still worried.
"He said yes."
"hope so."
…………
"Brother Huang, Brother Jiang, you are both elegant people, how about drinking and having fun?"
On this day, the wind and sand became lighter and the sky turned gloomy.
It's so gloomy that it makes people feel panicked.
At this time, drinking is a good way.
But today, Ouyang Feng felt that just drinking could not relieve the loneliness in his heart.
"good idea!"
A trace of joy flashed across Huang Yaoshi's serious face.
Then he took out a bamboo flute from his waist.
Jiang Feng, as a well-known talent in the world, was naturally unwilling to lag behind.
"I never expected that I would meet a close friend in this desert, so happy!"
After saying that, he took out a guqin from the room.
Ouyang Feng said: "You are not happy."
"How can I see it?"
"Because there are two words written on your face, worry."
Jiang Feng smiled and pretended to be open-minded.
The three of them sat down at the square table, each with a bowl in front of them. Yue Nu poured wine for the three of them.
Jiang Feng plays the piano and Huang Yaoshi plays the flute.
The melodious sound of the piano and flute floated throughout the Western Zhou Dynasty, adding a little vitality to this lonely desert.
The joy of that day was fleeting like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
But the beauty of this moment is worth remembering for a lifetime.
Many years later, I have never forgotten the way the old-fashioned Huang Yaoshi stuck out his tongue when he spoke.
I have not forgotten the scene of Yulang Jiang Feng laughing heartily.
Life needs to have things worth remembering.
We don’t want to go back to the past, but we want to use nostalgia to tell ourselves that we have loved and hated...
"Brother Huang, I have a melody here, what do you think?"
Ouyang Feng suddenly took out a sheet of music.
Huang Yaoshi, who loves music, immediately took it and read it as if he had found a treasure.
“Aoumi Shio Fresh Song?”
"This song requires internal force to be activated. Once the sound wave is activated, it will be impossible for anyone without extreme internal strength to resist it."
"Brother Ouyang is so accomplished, I admire him!"
Huang Yaoshi had a high self-esteem, but few people admired him.
Ouyang Feng is one of them.
Being able to integrate the martial arts mentality into music is definitely a master of a generation.
Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi seemed to understand something.
The admiration for Ouyang Feng in my heart grew a little more.
