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With the rain of light and the sound of Sanskrit, an old man with a fairy demeanor, white hair and childlike face descended from the sky and landed in front of Huang Guangcai.
He was shrouded in a ball of bright golden light, divine and extraordinary, like a fairy descending from the mortal world.
"Young man, this old man is amazed to see your bones. You are very talented, and you may have the talent of a spirit emperor. I would like to have a good relationship with you. I wonder if you are willing?"
The old man stroked his long beard, and when he looked at Huang Guangcai, his eyes shone brightly, as if looking at a peerless piece of uncut jade.
"Old fairy, youare you talking to me?"
Huang Guangcai was dumbfounded, his breathing was rapid, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
When he was the most aggrieved, a supremely strong man descended from the sky, saying that he had the qualifications of a spiritual emperor and that he would have a good relationship with him.
This scene was so unreal that Huang Guangcai thought he was dreaming.
The old man nodded, smiled kindly and said: "You are a dragon among men, but you have been humiliated by others. I wish to grant you the supreme magic power to help you avenge your hatred."
Plop!
Without saying a word, Huang Guangcai knelt down in front of the old man, his mouth opened and closed, so excited that he couldn't utter a word.
The old man twisted his fingers and smiled, and pointed out that an incomparably mysterious scripture was injected into Huang Guangcai's mind.
"I am a dragon among men, and I have the qualifications of a spiritual emperor. When I practice the magic skills of the world, it will be the death of Ji Mo, a thief."
Huang Guangcai bid farewell to the old man full of hope, and decided to devote himself to cultivation first, and then come to Ji Mo to avenge today's shame after he achieves great success.
Wait for Huang Guang to leave.
The old man's kind expression disappeared, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The wine bag and rice bag, let's use the waste for now, let you try his depth."
Then, the old man looked at Jimo's courtyard in the distance, and said to himself: "Work at sunrise and rest at sunset, you have lived here like a mortal for eight years. You must be very proud of yourself, thinking that you have successfully deceived everyone."
"However, the old man's eyesight is like a torch, and he has already seen through everything."
"There is a great fortune here. You must come here to live in seclusion because you want to get a foot in and get a share of the pie."
"The old man has been watching you secretly for several years, and it's time to test your quality. If you don't have supernatural power, you are not qualified to participate in this carnival."
The old man showed an expression that he was holding a wisdom pearl and everything was under control.
In fact, Huang Guangcai is just one of his pawns.
What kind of dragon among men, the appearance of the emperor of heaven, are all lies.
There is no such thing as a pie in the sky in the world, everything is just a calculation.
"What on earth does this old Buxiu want to do? He has been spying on me for several years?"
Jimo stared at the old man in the distance, his scalp was numb, and he felt a chill all over his body.
The old man thought that he had been secretly observing Ji Mo without anyone noticing, but he didn't know that Ji Mo had already known.
But Jimo didn't know the real intention of the old man, and regarded him as a sick old man with voyeurism.
"Boys, you have to learn to protect yourself at any time."
From the other party's sinister eyes and increasingly weird smile, Ji Mo always felt that danger was coming, and he panicked.
Who wouldn't be afraid of being targeted by an old man with evil tastes?
"Or, give yourself some weapons to defend yourself."
Such a thought came to Jimo's mind.
Moreover, it may be a long time since I have practiced blacksmithing skills, so I just took this opportunity to practice it.
There was no more iron at home, so Jimo decided to go to the town to buy some, took a pannier, and went out.
Today's Baishou Town is obviously much more lively than in the past.
On the street, there are many literati and poets, and many young male monks carry guqin on their backs, hold the piano score, and communicate enthusiastically.
Jimo was full of curiosity. He saw an acquainted peddler and asked what happened.
"Doctor Ji, do you want to get rich overnight? Do you want to save your life from struggling? This is your chance."
The hawker was very enthusiastic and explained to Jimo.
On weekdays, Jimo often treats some poor people in the town for free. Everyone also calls him Doctor Ji, and he is quite famous in the town, and he is very popular.
"I heard that the Lord Wen of Mingyue City urged the marriage, and Wen Xi, the daughter of the Wen Mansion, hid in our town."
"Miss Wenxi is going to hold a grand event at the beginning of next month. She will make friends with her piano, and it is very likely that she will take the opportunity to find a good husband."
"So during this period of time, a large number of literati and monks have poured into our Baishou Town, all of whom are from Miss Chongwen."Home, enjoy endless prosperity and wealth. "
"Doctor Ji, why don't you go to the event too, with your handsome appearance, maybe Ms. Wen will fall in love with you at a glance?"
The peddler told the whole story one by one, and smiled and encouraged Jimo to participate in the event.
Jimo came to a sudden, no wonder these people are like chicken blood, they are all thinking about eating soft food.
He has also heard about Wenxi, who has a great literary talent and superb piano skills, and has the reputation of the most talented woman in Southwest China.
But getting married?
Jimo suddenly lost interest, and barking the door backwards was not suitable for him.
Walking to the blacksmith's shop in the town, the sound of silk and bamboo along the way, one after another, came into my ears non-stop.
Ji Mo shook his head after hearing it, can these be called music?
When passing a residential house.
Jimo was attracted by the sound of the piano and stopped.
After listening for a while, he frowned.
The player who plays the piano should be a beginner, not very old, and his fingering can be heard from the sound of the piano, but what is commendable is that the sound of the piano is full of childlike innocence.
What made Jimo frown was that the sound of the piano was accompanied by bursts of unbearable insults.
He pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
"You are a pig, so stupid, you are so stupid, you can't remember such a simple fingering, stretch your hand"
A man who looked like a master raised his ruler impatiently, and slapped a girl's palm fiercely.
The little girl is only about seven or eight years old, with two cupolas tied into the sky, she is very naughty and cute.
But at this time, tears welled up in his eyes, and he bit Fenfen's little lips, stubbornly not letting himself cry.
Her white and tender little hands were beaten purple and blue, like a pig's trotter, the master didn't have the slightest bit of mercy, and the attack was very ruthless.
"Stop."
Ji Mo couldn't see it, and spoke out to stop it, there are people who beat children like this.
The master took a look and waved away impatiently: "My master is educating the students, so don't outsiders take care of it. Go away, it's none of your business."
"Teachers, preaching and accepting karma to solve doubts. And qin players, elegant and upright, restraining evil, and correcting people's hearts. People like you are not worthy of being a teacher, let alone playing the qin."
Filled with anger, Ji Mo looked directly at his master.
Under his awe-inspiring reprimand, the Master was a little ashamed.
"You are a mud leg, and you are also worthy of Tanqin?"
The master was ashamed, and shouted: "Do you know the piano? Do you know what Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu are? What are scattered tones, overtones, and press tones? Not to mention the technique"
The master was domineering, and asked a series of questions, trying to regain his position.
But just halfway through the conversation, he suddenly shut up, his face full of disbelief. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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