"Then Song San, do you understand the rhythm?... Forget it, you definitely won't!"

Luo Wen shook his head and turned around and walked off the platform. Recommended: The Lone Ant, the Great Master’s New Work: "Science and Technology Library" http://www./1_1998/

Song San stood beside him with a embarrassed look on his face. After a while, he whispered: "Master, I can play the flute."

"Ahha" Luo Wen twisted his head and said in surprise, "Are you quite talented?"

Song San was speechless, Master, how much do you look down on your disciples? I am still a noble family. Even if it is a martial arts family, even if the family has been destroyed...

Song San suddenly threw away this idea, stared at him with dark circles and walked off the platform.

There is a store with various musical instruments near the dock by the lake. Song Sanyi walked in and soon bought a long flute.

After that, they did not go to rent a boat, but asked Song San to try it by the lake first to see if his flute sound could ripples in the lake.

Passers-by who were walking by the lake saw someone trying the flute, stopped and watched with high interest.

Yinhu City is a city that pays more attention to music than literary talent. People here have a heartfelt love for various music.

Seeing that there were more and more people, Luo Wen silently retreated from the crowd and distanced himself from Song San.

With his deep understanding of Song San, how could he not know Song San's level of playing flute? It was absolutely inferior and terrible. I don't know how his confidence came about.

When Jie Kei saw that his master was gone, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and quickly took a step back and smuggled into the crowd, saying that he did not know the swordsman in white.

The next moment, the squeaking flute sounded and everyone in the hall was startled!

...

Passers-by could not bear the harsh noise like the scratching of glass. They covered their ears one by one, and some of them had bad tempers even cursed.

The quiet atmosphere by the lake in the early morning was destroyed in this disturbance.

"How to rent a boat now?"

Luo Wen touched his chin, raised his lips, and thought for a while.

It’s not OK to quit the evil, Song San cannot, he can sing a few pop music at most, so it will definitely not resonate with any lake water. Do you have to hire a young lady to play a song "Xiaoyao Sigh"

But this has a bad effect

Luo Wen looked around. The people in Yinhu City advocated music. Yinhu is a very sacred place for them. Only people with a certain level of music can take a boat.

That is both a recognition and a very honor.

The woman in color and the woman in white just now should be the guqin and singing masters. I just don’t know if anyone without musical cells can take a ride on the boat.

Luo Wen came to the boatman at the dock and wanted to ask if he could take a sailboat, but he saw that the old man actually pulled out a bamboo flute from behind, then glanced at Song San with contempt, and then started playing at the bamboo flute!

The sound of the flute came like a tide, and a majestic momentum gradually rose, instantly overwhelming Song San's noise!

The lake water by the lake is even more waving, rippling with waves like mountains.

Luo Wen didn't bother him, but listened quietly, and was amazed in his heart.

When the song ended, the old man was so generous that he would collect the flute, like a long sword returning to the sheath, with a stern look.

At this time, Luo Wen could no longer ask. He sighed slightly and turned to look at Song San, but found that Song San was staring at this side, looking distraught, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

This scene was so sad that Luo Wen couldn't laugh for a moment.

He shook his head and turned around to look at the Yin Lake. The silver water in the lake was rippling. He could see from afar that the pleasure boats in the lake were like fish and the lake water was dancing and jumping like an elf.

"It seems that the Yin Hair in this lake should have no chance with me. But that's the same. If the Yin Hair is taken away, the scenery of the Yin Lake will probably be eliminated, and Yin Lake City will be in name only."

He was slightly relieved and decided to give up exploring the truth.

But at this time, the old man from the boat turned around and asked, "My friend, you want to board the boat and enter the lake."

"No." Luo Wen was about to continue answering, but suddenly frowned. Seeing a pleasure boat being pushed from the shore into the lake, several people with swords and swords boarded the boat silently.

He couldn't help asking, "Old man, look over there, how can their boats get off the lake?"

The old man shook his eyebrows and turned his head quickly. He happened to see the pleasure boat slipping into the lake. He frowned and looked furious, and shouted: "Whose little bastard can enter the silver lake?"

His voice was full of anger, and everyone around him heard it, and they couldn't help but look over there. Suddenly, people ran towards him and wanted to stop them from going to the lake!

However, the few people there didn't say a word, and their movements became faster, paddling into the lake, and doing it in one go.

"There are bandits! Find the city guard!"

Seeing them like this, the people shouted angrily.

For Yinhu City, those who do not abide by the rules and board the boat directly into the lake are all bandits, which is a blasphemy to Yinhu!

No matter what purpose they have, this is true!

Some of them immediately went to look for the city guards, while others stood by the lake and scolded the pleasure boat wildly.

"My friend, wait a moment, I'll come when I go!"

The old man from the boat pulled the bamboo flute out after pulling it out. He stared at the pleasure boat with a stern look, and then kicked it hard on the stern of a small boat at his feet!

A sudden gale appeared on his foot, and when he kicked it on the stern, it turned into a soft force, lifting the boat into the lake.

"He's a master!"

Luo Wen felt aroused in his heart and commented on the old man.

However, this master refers to the martial arts masters in the ordinary world, not cultivators.

After the boat entered the lake, the old man walked out quickly, flew with one foot, and then took two steps in the air and boarded the boat.

With the power of his impact, the ship quickly sailed forward and shot towards the pleasure boat like an arrow!

Luo Wen looked at him leaving quickly, and asked Song San, who was depressed, "Song San, who is better than you?"

Of course, Song San knew that Luo Wen was asking about him before he had cultivated his magic power, so after careful observation, he replied: "If you really want to fight, he is not my opponent."

"In other words, just in terms of skills, it is almost the same, and it is a peerless master in the martial arts world. I didn't expect that a boatman who is proficient in playing the flute would be a peerless master, and he is always a little excited to meet the sweeping monk."

Of course, Song San knew that Luo Wen was asking about him before he had cultivated his magic power, so after careful observation, he replied: "If you really want to fight, he is not my opponent."
Chapter completed!