Chapter 194.

Yan Wenge volunteered, and the crowd had no problem with it.

They spread out and made room for him.

Around Yan Wenge, since he came to this clearing, he did not move away for half a minute, the zither was on his lap, so he flicked his two hands, and the sound of the zither rose at once.

The qin is a clumsy instrument, but it can also be used to create a seven-stringed musical score.

Yan Wenger had his own attainments in this area.

The sound of his zither was not a sound of self-pity, nor was it a sound of high mountains and flowing water with a far-reaching meaning.

However, it started slowly and gradually traveled deeper, sometimes sharply as if the storm was approaching, sometimes soaring as if swords were in the air.

The crowd was gradually attracted by the sound of his piano, handful of tea, but also really live up to the name of ‘tea and qin’.

A song is over, the aftermath of the sound lingers, seems to have the emotion of escape from death.

Then heard Yan Wenger softly open his mouth:

“The name of this song is [Jianghu night rain], by chance to feel made, today with you all to appreciate.”

“Good one Jianghu Night Rain.”

Liu Zongming softly sighed:

“The wind and rain of the rivers and lakes are no better than this.”

Yan Wushuang also gently shook her head:

“This Jianghu is treacherous and unpredictable, this song shows it to the fullest, good song, good name.”

Yan Wenge slightly clasped his fists:

“A humble skill, I’ve made you all laugh.”

Saying so, he flew up and returned to his position, pouring a new cup of tea.

Jiang Ran looked around:

“But I don’t know the next one ……”

“Let me do it.”

A woman’s voice came in low.

Looking with the voice, it was none other than the Sound Velvet Shang Yue’er.

This woman was using a light veil to cover half of her face, and although the light veil was half-transparent, allowing one to vaguely see her looks, it was hazy, giving one infinite reverie.

A pair of eyes plain, but also seems to hide many things.

She walks lightly, but did not perform light power, is like this step by step came to the field in the middle of the open space.

Then she raised her eyes to Jiang Ran:

“Mr. Jiang, I dare to ask, can we only use the qin today?”

“Naturally not.”

Jiang Ran shook his head slightly.

“That’s good.”

Shang Yue’er nodded gently, then took out a jade flute from her bosom.

The jade flute was crisp and turquoise, with gold filaments wrapped around it, and at a glance, it wasn’t a mortal product.

She raised her hand to bring it from her lips, her five fingers pressed on the flute hole, and with a lift of her fingers, the sound of the flute suddenly rang out.

But her flute sound was different from Yan Wengge’s. It was intense at first, but with a hint of a fervor.

At first, it was intense, but with endless joy, then at the most exuberant time, but then turned sharply downward, the sound of sadness, that is, the family’s downfall.

Afterward, sometimes silent, sometimes swinging, a thousand different, but ultimately, the majority of sadness.

Jiang Ran occasionally raised his head, looked to the left and right, and found that there are quite a few shallow eye sockets, really tears in the corners of their eyes.

Then gently sighed, knowing that this Shang Yue’er is to compose this song with his own life, borrowing to touch the hearts of the people.

The most real, the most sincere, but also the most touching.

After the end of this song, there is no one to cry out loud, but many people feel that their throats are blocked, the heart is empty.

There is a kind of fish in the throat, no matter how can not spit out, but also can not say the feelings.

If this song and Yan Wengge’s [Jianghu night rain] a comparison, but can not say which is higher or lower.

One is about the rivers and lakes, and the other is about encounters.

No matter which one, it is hard to let go.

They both do not want to give up the wind and rain of the jianghu, but also for Shang Yue’er empathy.

The truth is that most of the people attending today are blind men listening to thunder.

And how many really know music theory?

However, the sound of heavenly music, originally attracts the heart, can communicate the sadness and happiness directly to the heart, this point, but also with the understanding, really does not have half of the relationship.

Now the victory or defeat will be in Jiang Ran and other people, a line of people also just watch the fun is.

Today is also really lively.

Since the Shang Yue’er, Liu Zongming and Yan Wushuang also shot respectively.

Only, Liu Zongming is playing the ocarina.

His ocarina sound is both sad and heroic, also like the eagle spreading its wings, but in this intense, but also hides an indescribable sadness.

Although this sadness is not too heavy, but still can not escape the ears of people who are interested.

People couldn’t help but speculate, could this Liu Zongming also be hiding some sadness?

On the other hand, Yan Wushuang’s side, it was with a three-point calmness, three-point danger, three-point caution, and the only remaining point, which did not seem to be very happy.

The sound of the zither was like rain, unfolding, as if it was telling people an ancient story, when people were immersed in it, the sound of the zither lurched, and the song came to an end.

Yan Wushuang looked up at the people present and sighed lightly:

“I’ve made a humble offering.”

“This song of Guild Leader Yan, but I wonder what the title is?”

Liu Zongming looked towards Yan Wushuang.

Yan Wushuang, on the other hand, shook his head:

“Not much of a title, but it was just played casually, I, Hundred Treasures Society, am not willing to give up the Jiao Tail Qin from time to time.

“Although this seat has shallow knowledge in this path, nowadays, I can only try my best to make Head of Academy Liu laugh.”

“No dare.”

Liu Zongming shook his head slightly, seemingly wanting to say something else, but Yan Wushuang had already returned to her position.

In the end, the crowd then had no choice but to turn their gazes, towards Jiang Ran.

Up to this point, the crowd had already taken out a song each, leaving only one Jiang Ran.

Just for Jiang Ran can play the zither this thing …… the crowd are not how optimistic.

Regardless of how the previous speculation Jiang Ran is a cumulative years of old monster, but only in the face of the art clouds, in fact, the bottom of the heart is still do not believe.

And a twenty Langdang year old young man, can at this age, have such a body of martial arts attainments.

That he is bound to waste sleep and food practicing martial arts, and also must be supplemented by strange encounters, perhaps also ate what the genius of the earth treasure, only a little possible.

In that case, how could he have time to practice the zither?

The poor qin yan wenge, the voice of the merchants Yue’er are because of their own martial arts, and music theory is compatible.

Only then were they able to achieve success in this path.

Otherwise, without years and years of hard practice, how could others compete with them?

For a while, the crowd looked at Jiang Ran with different eyes, but on the whole, they were not particularly optimistic.

Jiang Ran also smiled when he saw this:

“There’s only one of me left …… Since that’s the case, En, Yan will be the head of the meeting.”

Yan Wushuang had just sat down, handing over the zither in his hand to the person beside him in passing, and after hearing Jiang Ran’s words, he turned back to look at him:

“What are your orders, young warrior Jiang?”

“Can I borrow the zither?”

Jiang Ran asked.

“……”

Yan Wushuang was speechless for a while, borrow the qin for a while? Hoping that you didn’t even bring a musical instrument with you when you came up with your own questions?

But turning her head to look at the scorched tail zither that was still embedded in the rock wall.

He felt that Jiang Ran couldn’t be blamed for not bringing a musical instrument, he just brought one that he couldn’t play.

At that moment, her eyes turned slightly, but she didn’t know what she was thinking.

Jiang Ran and her contact time is not long, but for the Hundred Treasures will be so rich, is considered to know very well.

Immediately, he quickly said:

“Head of the Yan Association, you wouldn’t even want to ask me for money to borrow a zither, would you?”

“Hahahahaha!!!”

At these words, a burst of laughter came out from the scene.

The world knew that the Hundred Precious Society was rich, and those who had dealt with the Hundred Precious Society also knew why the Hundred Precious Society was so rich.

All of them felt that Jiang Ran’s words were indeed justified.

Most of the eyes that looked at Yan Wushuang were somewhat teasing.

Even though Yan Wushuang was used to big scenes, being looked at by so many people with this kind of eyes, it was a bit unnatural for a moment.

He gave a dry laugh:

“Jiang Young Warrior is not saying anything, I have such a friendship with Jiang Young Warrior, wouldn’t it be tacky to talk about money?”

“…… Could it be that you’re planning to use this to pit me some more?”

Jiang Ran sucked in a mouthful of cold air and turned his gaze for help, toward Yan Wenge.

Yan Wenge subconsciously clutched her zither with a death grip, from her toes to her hair strands, all of them were transmitting the meaning of ‘refusal’.

Jiang Ran snapped and returned his gaze to Yan Wushuang’s body.

In his heart, he said that he really should have bought a zither, just that he had a Jiao Wei, and couldn’t even take another one, so he thought that after he came here, he would just borrow one from someone.

Who would have thought that Yan Wushuang, the bitch who wanted money, would even borrow a zither from her, she was going to blow up some oil and water.

Simply outrageous!

“Young warrior Jiang is joking joking ……”

Yan Wushuang knew that she couldn’t go on like this, or else she would be really offending people.

Immediately, he gave a dry laugh and said to the people around him:

“Quickly, give the qin to Young Scholar Jiang.”

After saying that, he felt that his words seemed to be a bit ambiguous, and hurriedly said to Jiang Ran again:

“Not really giving it away, it’s lending it to you.”

When these words came out, there were bursts of laughter like thunder.

Jiang Ran was also speechless, earlier Yan Wushuang was actually quite normal.

Regardless of whether it’s the Thunder Rush Hall coming, or the Falling Flower Smoke and Rain Alliance taking the opportunity to cause trouble, Yan Wushuang is worthy of being the deputy head of the Hundred Treasures Association, the posture has, the insight has, the demeanor has the same also has.

Once involved in the sale of business, this mercenary face suddenly manifested itself.

No wonder that Ximen Feng is so happy to steal your hundred precious things.

Jiang Ran asked himself, this will he would like to go to the hundred treasures will steal things …… too angry!

Fortunately, that Hundred Precious Club disciple quickly handed over Yan Wushuang’s zither to Jiang Ran’s hand.

Jiang Ran carefully took it out and placed it on the table.

Slightly contemplating this before speaking:

“Today, I heard Great Warrior Yan create a song [Night Rain in Jianghu] with Jianghu as the title.

“With a feeling in my heart, I also have a song with Jianghu as the title, so I will offer it in front of all of you.

“This tune is called …… [Smiling Proud Wanderer], and I will share it with you all!”

His inner strength was profound, and his voice was slowly sent into the ears of everyone present.

When hearing the four words ‘Laughing Pride of the Wanderer’, which all had their hearts slightly shaken.

The jianghu is far-reaching, the storm is treacherous, that is, in the jianghu, the body can not help, who can laugh and be proud?

Liu Zongming could not help but look up at Jiang Ran.

But not waiting for the eyes to materialize, Jiang Ran finger hook, the sound of the piano suddenly.

Jiang Ran’s knowledge of music theory actually came from Shi Pingzhang.

When he had taken down Shi Pingzhang, he had obtained this person’s Chaotic Heart Funeral Song, and with it came a whole lot of music theory knowledge.

However, because Shi Pingzhang was only fond of the zither, he not only didn’t know how to play the other instruments, he didn’t even look at them.

So Jiang Ran also only know the qin.

But today on this occasion, if he is allowed to play the zither music created by Shi Pingzhang, that is more or less inappropriate.

Most of the zither tunes created by this person were cynical and crazy.

If someone knew the connection between this piece and Shi Pingzhang, they would not know what to think.

Therefore, when Jiang Ran had formulated these two rules, he had thought about what to play.

In his previous and current lives, when it came to music, he never thought of the simple elegance of high mountains and flowing water.

Rather, it was the wanton freedom of the laughing and proud jianghu, and the wild songs of sadness and joy!

Therefore, today, the strings of the zither trembled, this song from the previous life, once conquered the countless martial arts enthusiasts of the tune, from his hands, presented in the ears of all people.

Perhaps it was because the expectations of Jiang Ran, whether good or bad, were too heavy.

So when Jiang Ran played, everyone looked on with dead eyes.

Therefore when the sound of the zither came together, the crowd was instantly pulled into the mood of the indulgent rivers and lakes.

If Yan Wenge was playing the corner of the river and lake, the wind and rain were unpredictable.

Jiang Ran played is, body in the jianghu, heart in the jianghu above, that is to get the jianghu like a fish in the water, but never for the jianghu trapped.

Liu Zongming slowly closed his eyes, Yan Wushuang looked at Jiang Ran with astonished eyes, with an indescribable complexity in his eyes.

Yan Wenge was slightly silent, then sighed.

Shang Yue’er bowed her head in silence, and for some reason, the corners of her eyes were tear-stained.

Gu Sheng Yan’s mouth was slightly open, while not far away, Ruan Yu Qing was quietly looking at the man who was playing the zither.

Used to seeing him kill people with a knife, this is the first time to hear him stroke the zither.

Surprisingly …… this is so good.

The people in the field have different thoughts, only to feel that the mood of the song is really unattainable, but also called the heart envy.

Immersed in it, almost unwilling to wake up.

Above the rock wall, within the woods, sitting on a tree Tang Yuyi, drooping legs, gently rocking.

Just looking at Jiang Ran from afar, she frowned slightly:

“He even still plays the zither …… This is related to eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, pitting, and cheating?”

I do not know how long has passed, it seems that along with this song, all people have lived a life of laughter and pride.

And it seems to be just a short but a moment.

The sound of the piano subsides, no trace of the shadow, the people present only as if waking up from a dream.

But only feel more long in the ear is the sound of the piano echo, would like to comment on one or two, but also feel as if not heard enough.

I do not know which lack of heart shouted a voice:

“Again!!!”

This person had no seat, surrounded by standing spectators, hearing this, they all stepped aside, indicating that they were not familiar with him.

Who was Jiang Ran?

The head of the Running Thunder Hall, the head of the Falling Flower Smoke and Rain Alliance, both of them were great masters who had been plying their trade in the jianghu.

Each had their own stunts and skills.

But they were not even a match for this person with one against two.

Could it be that they could really treat him as a zither player selling his skills in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion?

Saying such words was an easy way to die.

Jiang Ran also raised his head and glanced towards that person, who immediately broke out into a cold sweat and hastily shrunk his head, lest he become too noticeable.

Right at this moment, Liu Zongming suddenly stepped forward:

“Young warrior Jiang.”

“What is Senior Liu’s instruction?”

Jiang Ran smiled.

“Can this tune …… this tune, can you give me a copy of it?”

Liu Zongming looked at Jiang Ran: “The old man is really happy to see the hunt, today’s defeat is convincing, I only hope to get this song, to console my life.”

Jiang Ran nodded:

“Naturally you can, but you need to wait until after this meeting is over.”

“Good good good.”

Liu Zongming nodded repeatedly, “Thank you, Young Master Jiang.”

Yan Wushuang, on the other hand, hurriedly said:

“Wait!!!”

Liu Zongming gave her an uncertain look.

Then he heard Yan Wushuang say:

“You can’t give this tune, I’ll buy it from you!”

“En?”

Without waiting for Jiang Ran to say anything, Liu Zongming was already bursting with anger:

“Mr. Yan is wrong, how can you insult such a masterpiece with the stench of copper?

“Really …… really outrageous!”

“The head of the Liu Academy is the wrong thing to say, precisely because this is a masterpiece, so it should be widely circulated.

“If Jiang young warrior will sell this song to me, I will certainly be dispersed in all directions, all in my Hundred Treasures will open the teahouse, within the tavern, people can hear such a song.

“Isn’t this better than only you, the old man, enjoying it all by yourself?”

“Degrading, degrading!!!”

Liu Zongming waved his sleeve indignantly, “No matter how much you talk about it, aren’t you still trying to benefit from it? This song is made in heaven, how can it be spoiled by you like this?”

Jiang Ran was speechless as he listened, thinking, “Where is this song made in heaven?

Seeing these two people quarrel endlessly, Jiang Ran had the intention to persuade, but realized that Yan Wenge had already put the qin on his back and turned to leave …….

Looking again at that sound eloquent singer Shang Yue’er, four eyes met, and Shang Yue’er arched her hand and clasped her fist to Jiang Ran, giving a deep salute, before turning around and leaving.

“This is considered admitting defeat?”

Jiang Ran gently let out a breath, re-established his gaze on the two people who had already begun to cross swords, sighed and said:

“The two of you stay calm …… until when we go back, I will transcribe this tune into a book and present it to the two of you, how about one copy each?”

Liu Zongming froze:

“You still want to give it to her?”

Yan Wushuang on the other hand, her eyes lit up:

“Gift it?”

“One to sell, one to gift, okay?”

Jiang Ran said, “Don’t we have something important to say now? Gentlemen, what we played just now, who is the best?”

“No need to ask them.”

Liu Zongming grunted, “How would they know how to tell the difference? Today, the old man has been defeated, and so has this Yan Wushuang.

“I see that both Yan Wenger and Shang Yue’er have already gone straight away …… The winner today is naturally young warrior Jiang.”

With these words, he looked towards the Jiang Hu people present:

“Gentlemen, Young Swordsman Jiang’s martial arts skills are world-class, and he’s even a great man of his generation.

“It’s only right that this Jiao Tail Qin falls into his hands. I wonder what you all think?”

What else can be done?

If they fought, they couldn’t beat Jiang Ran.

Compared to music theory, even Yan Wenge and Shang Yue’er were already ashamed of themselves, so what else could they say?

Naturally, they only nodded their heads.

“In that case, then the lord of this Jiao Tail, is Jiang Ran Jiang Young Warrior!!!”

As Liu Zongming’s words fell, the crowd was about to agree.

Just then, a voice was heard shouting:

“I do not submit!!!”

The crowd was stunned, Yan Wengge had left the stage in disgrace, Shang Yue’er had succumbed to her defeat, Liu Zongming and Yan Wushuang had been arguing over the zither, the winner was already decided.

Who else is in the mix?

Just as he was about to see which one of the unintelligent ones was still going to mess around, he heard a loud whistling sound.

The crowd looked up and saw a large three-legged golden tripod descending straight from the sky.

A voice inside the tripod shouted:

“This Jiao Tail Qin, should be owned by my Left Dao Zhuang!!!”

Jiang Ran raised his eyebrows, and gently exhaled a breath in his heart, finally came ……

In the next moment, he pointed with one foot and flew up.

One hand fished out one of the three feet of that tripod, backhanded a buckle, a huge golden tripod, suddenly head down and feet up.

Jiang Ran rolled over to the top of those three feet and performed a jackhammer fall.

In an instant it plummeted down, and a loud bang was heard, the tripod’s mouth was more than a foot deep into the ground of Sunset Ping, and Jiang Ran stomped his foot:

“Who do you think this scorched tail should go to?”