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"Old devil, do you dare to see the real chapter under your hands? Let's see which one of us is the loser. Don't think that your sonic power can make you invincible!"
"Okay, then you all come together, I will use one hand, if you use one more, I lose!"
"you¡¡"
"Okay, stop arguing. If you really want to fight, fight with me!"
The four worshipers and Mo Shaoqiu looked down upon each other, and they were tit for tat. They were about to start fighting, but they were stopped by Yang Feng's loud shout.
With Yang Feng's strength and current prestige, neither Mo Shaoqiu nor those worshipers dared to make a mistake in front of him. After gritting his teeth tightly, he swallowed all his anger and stopped shouting. .
Yang Feng glanced at them lightly and smiled, and his smile was so natural.
"Four worshippers, Senior Mo is a guest after all. No matter how prejudiced you are against Senior Mo, you should not be rude to the guests or lose etiquette."
"Senior Mo, the four worshipers at home were rude just now and bumped into senior. Yang would like to apologize to senior and hope that senior will forgive you!"
"With that said, Yang Feng stood up straight away and bowed to Mo Shaoqiu as a polite corporal.
When Mo Shaoqiu saw him, he didn't dare to neglect him. He stood up quickly and bowed back, feeling even more admiration for Yang Feng in his heart.
"After all, with Yang Feng's strength here, he could be so respectful to him. A warm current flowed through his heart, and he said with shame: "Master Yang is so humble, Mo Mou is so ashamed!"
¡°Senior Mo, you¡¯re welcome, please sit down!¡±
With a slight smile, Yang Feng invited Mo Shaoqiu back to his seat and said calmly: "Since Senior Mo doesn't want to be the enemy of the Ghost King, let's not talk about the Ghost King. Let's talk about Senior Mo's concerns."
"What's on my mind?"
"That's right, Senior Mo, a master of the late third level of martial arts, actually plays music to accompany a little girl in a brothel. Could it be that he is interested in that little girl?"
Yang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled: "But this is wrong. With Senior Mo's status, doesn't he even have the money to raise a little girl? Why do you still let her sing in a brothel?"
"There must be a bigger conspiracy!"
Hearing this, the big worshiper on the side said decisively.
Mo Shaoqiu glanced at him coldly and stopped looking at him. Instead, he looked at Yang Feng and smiled: "Master Yang doesn't know something. I am not playing music in a brothel for women. I have only known that little girl for a few months." , there is no friendship, let alone any inappropriate thoughts."
"Oh? If you are not a woman in a brothel, why is that?"
"For the sake of music!"
"Qule? Music?"
"good!"
With a raised corner of his mouth, Mo Shaoqiu said with a hesitant expression: "Mo has no hobbies in his life, except listening to wonderful sounds. From the eyes of ordinary people, brothels seem to be a place for men and women to have fun. But you can't deny that from ancient times to the present, , so many talented men and beautiful women¡¯s occasional witty remarks all happened in this brothel.¡±
"This place is full of love between men and women, joys and sorrows, all kinds of people, all kinds of music, and many poets and poets who have left good verses. I am here to watch the warmth and warmth of people, laugh and laugh, but feel helpless, and the music is high and low. . Every emotion is accompanied by a melodious song, lingering in my ears. I don¡¯t want to break this natural and comfortable environment, so I have been keeping a low profile and pretending to be a composer, feeling everything in it! "
Having said this, Mo Shaoqiu closed his eyes deeply and seemed to be immersed in his own imagination again.
Yang Feng stared at him closely and nodded clearly.
So that¡¯s it, he is a composer who found inspiration in a brothel!
It seems that he is a music enthusiast and loves music very much, so this will be easy to handle. Knowing his hobbies and interests, starting from this point, I don¡¯t believe that I can¡¯t handle him.
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and Yang Feng smiled lightly and said: "It turns out that Senior Mo is as good as Boya Ziqi. No wonder when I see your temperament, you are very elegant and full of artistic bacteria!"
"ah?"
"Uh no, it's the artistic talent!"
"sense of art?"
Mo Shaoqiu still didn¡¯t understand, and Yang Feng didn¡¯t bother to explain anymore. He just said solemnly: ¡°But Senior Mo, if one day there is no music in this world, what will you do?¡±
"How is it possible? How could the world lose music?"
¡°It¡¯s totally possible!¡±
" He curled his lips indifferently. Mo Shaoqiu thought he had heard the fantasy, but Yang FengHe nodded very solemnly and shouted: "When the Ghost King Black Soul Tree is resurrected, it will be the day when hell comes. In hell, a place full of human cries, do you think there will still be music?"
His expression changed slightly, and Mo Shaoqiu suddenly stopped talking.
Yang Feng looked at him deeply and asked again: "If I put a curse on you now so that you can never hold a musical instrument or hear music again, what will you do?"
"Then you might as well kill me!" His face tightened, and a trace of fear flashed in Mo Shaoqiu's eyes. He was no longer as calm and elegant as before. He seemed really afraid that Yang Feng would do this because Yang Feng had this strength.
Yang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt happy because he had found Mo Shaoqiu's weakness: "So, music is more important than your life?"
"Without music, what's the point of living?"
"Yes, music is more important than life in your heart. Now that the Ghost King wants to destroy it, can you really just sit back and watch?"
"But I"
Gritting his teeth tightly, Mo Shaoqiu hesitated: "After all, he saved my life. Even if I don't help him, I can't harm him. This is moral."
"You are just a small righteous man. Once the Black Soul Tree is resurrected, it will poison the world. You"
"enough!"
After hearing his words, the great worshiper immediately retorted righteously, but Yang Feng stopped him directly, and then said loudly: "Morality is morality, there is no distinction between big and small. The Ghost King saved his life, but the Ghost King wants to poison the world, the whole world. Anyone can scold the Ghost King, but he cannot. Because the Ghost King has wronged the whole world but not him, so he has no right to scold the Ghost King. This is righteousness!"
Nodding slightly, Mo Shaoqiu looked at Yang Feng with even more respect.
Because Yang Feng is not like those decent people who always accuse them of evildoers from the moral high ground, but he can fully understand their principles of life.
Mo Shaoqiu admired Mo Shaoqiu for being so considerate and considerate.
"but!"
But soon, Yang Feng changed the topic and looked at Mo Shaoqiu again: "Although I have never seen the horror of the black soul tree, I heard that the black soul tree can suck people's souls and plant black soul marks on people. It has always been open to the outside world. Spreading endlessly, it can turn all living beings in the world into ghosts. By then, the entire ten empires will be a hell."
"There are no people, no laughter, no joys and sorrows, and there is no place like a brothel where men recite poems and make love, and there is no music. All the beauty in the world will disappear without a trace. Senior Mo, you said there is no music, It¡¯s meaningless for you to live. That is to say, music is more important than your life. Although the Ghost King saved your life, he wants to put you in such a boring world. Is this a favor or an enmity? "
Yang Feng spoke with great emotion, Mo Shaoqiu's brows twitched when he heard it, his face gradually darkened, as if he was thinking.
"You risked life and death for the ghost king's life-saving grace, but what did you do for your beloved music? When your music was about to be destroyed by the ghost king, could you stand by and watch? If so, how dare you say it? , music is more important than your life?¡±
"enough!"
bump!
Suddenly, he punched the table hard, and Mo Shaoqiu finally got angry, his eyes were burning with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Ghost King, if you dare to destroy my way of music, I will never let you go!"
"Is this right? It's not in vain for me to talk and induce you.
Hearing what he said, Yang Feng couldn't help but shrug slightly and smiled in his heart.
Done!
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