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Chapter 612: The Legendary Demonic Golden Faced Buddha

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    After looking at him deeply for a while, Mrs. Han exhaled a long breath, and couldn't help but praise sincerely: "I never thought that Sir Yang, you are not only noble and chivalrous, but also so talented. I, Mrs.  It¡¯s so disrespectful.¡±

    "As he said that, Mrs. Han leaned over slightly and bowed down.

    "Where, madam, you are exaggerating!"

    Seeing this scene, Yang Feng hurriedly raised his hand and helped her up, but he couldn't help feeling proud in his heart.

    Once upon a time, he had seen a movie in which a boy named Charlotte traveled through time and space and returned to high school. He became a music giant by plagiarizing the famous songs of a generation of songwriters, and then he became frustrated.

    What¡¯s that?

    He only copied one generation, and I copied everything. Anyway, those songwriters couldn't cross an interface dimension, so they came to sue me, Jie Jie Jie.

    This is why plagiarism feels good for a while, and plagiarism always feels good.

    Yang Feng felt so happy!

    At this time, Mrs. Han bowed down again and begged: "Master Yang, I have an unkind request, I hope you will accept it."

    "Mrs. Han, please come quickly. Teacher Ye was able to fulfill his last wish this time thanks to Mrs. Han's help. Yang really owes Mrs. Han a big favor. If you need anything, just ask. Yang will do whatever he can to help.  Never refuse.¡±

    "Thank you Lord Yang for making it happen."

    After standing up, Mrs. Han thought for a while and murmured: "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that after listening to the lyrics and music just now, I felt something in my heart, so I would like to ask Lord Yang to make a copy of the lyrics and music.  How am I?"

    "Transcript? Just make a copy for you?"

    "yes!"

    "Uh, this"

    After smacking his lips twice, Yang Feng suddenly felt embarrassed and murmured: "To be honest, there is nothing wrong with this matter. It's just that these lyrics and music were composed by me and listened to by my wife after all, and they have been given to her. Now.  If I want to transfer it to someone else, I have to get her consent. Can you wait until I get back to discuss it with my wife?"

    "Of course, Lord Yang treats your ladyship with respect and respect. He is a rare good man."

    Nodding slightly, Mrs. Han said happily.

    In fact, Yang Feng can now leave the lyrics and music to this mysterious and powerful Mrs. Han.

    But the key is, the lyrics are easy to write, but how do you draw the music score?  Modern score, 1234567?  Don't say he can't draw. Even if he can draw, can people here understand?

    The people here only know Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu.

    But how to transform 1234567 into Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, only professional musicians can do it.

    By chance, there is one in their family, Mo Shaoqiu, a music madman.  It's just that this guy is in seclusion now, and he has to wait until he comes out of seclusion before he can get this score out, so Yang Feng needs some time.

    As for other people who play erhu and beat gongs on the street, although they have some musical literacy, they are unreliable and can easily leak secrets that they don¡¯t understand music scores; secondly, their level is not good enough.

    In fact, these accompanists were led by me, the singer, otherwise they would have been out of tune by playing the instruments by themselves, which is really unreliable.

    In order to maintain his image as a music master, Yang Feng should wait until Mr. Mo comes out of isolation.

    It¡¯s just that Mrs. Han didn¡¯t know anything about Yang Feng¡¯s difficulties. She thought he respected her wife¡¯s opinion, so she couldn¡¯t help but admire her even more.

    ¡°In this patriarchal society, there are not many great men who can respect their wives¡¯ opinions so much that they have to ask for their consent for even a trivial matter such as donating music scores.

    In this way, Mrs. Han admired Yang Feng more and more, and felt as if she had met a close friend. She immediately invited: "Sir Yang, Teacher Ye and Teacher Xiao Wei are having a great conversation now. Let's not disturb them here."  That¡¯s it. If you don¡¯t give up, can you go out for a walk with me?¡±

    "my pleasure!"

    With a slight smile, Yang Feng nodded, and then left with Mrs. Han and the guards.

    A quarter of an hour later, the two came to the backyard of Longteng Accord, a quiet back garden.

    Reflecting the white moonlight, walking on the path between the pavilions, surrounded by hundreds of flowers blooming, lush.

    Mrs. Han touched the colorful flowers with one hand while recalling the past in detail: "I think back when he and I met here for the first time. At that time, he was the youngest general in the dynasty. He was less than thirty.  He is a third-grade military captain. He is really handsome and handsome. The moment I saw him, I felt??Totally obsessed with him.  "

    Wow, it turns out your husband has a military background. No wonder he can command the city defense army so easily. It all depends on his family¡¯s connections.

    Yang Feng nodded clearly and understood.

    Then, Mrs. Han said leisurely: "It's a pity that God is jealous of talents. Just because he was upright and selfless, and dared to speak out, he was framed by villains and died tragically at the hands of his colleagues on the battlefield. In this regard, Lord Yang, you are different  Somewhat similar."

    "Don't compare me to him.

    "I dare to be angry and speak out, that's because I have the strength; he dared to be angry and speak out, but in the end he got himself killed. It was obvious that he did not understand the situation clearly.

    "However, Yang Feng still respects such people who sacrifice their lives for righteousness.  Just like the people on the bus who stopped the thief from stealing and were stabbed to death in the end, they are all heroes.

    It¡¯s just that in the long history, most heroes are short of breath.

    So ordinary people don¡¯t want to be heroes. Not being a villain is already the psychological bottom line of their human nature, otherwise it would be a big loss.

    Yang Feng gently shook the folding fan and sighed in his heart. He looked up and saw Mrs. Han talking, and then put her hand under her bamboo hat and moved around.

    ¡°Obviously, in the process of remembering her deceased husband, she wiped away tears again.

    Yang Feng exhaled a long breath, suddenly smiled, pointed at the dark night sky and said: "Madam, look at the sky!"

    "What's wrong?"

    The madam was puzzled. She stopped feeling sad and looked up, but she couldn't see anything.

    Yang Feng grinned and thought to himself.

    Account conversion, mage account!

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Having endless mana again, Yang Feng raised his gun to the sky with both hands and fired repeatedly.

    Fireball cannon!

    Whoosh whoosh whoosh

    In an instant, a series of small fireballs flew towards the nine heavens, tens of thousands of them passing by in the blink of an eye.

    At the same time, above the nine sky in the middle of the night, a figure with golden wings stretched out from behind was passing by in the air, his face as sinking as water, and his whole face was still glowing with golden light under the cold moonlight.

    He was once the number one killer in the underworld, the Golden-faced Buddha, who made everyone fear him.

    People often say that the golden-faced Buddha is the ghost Yama.  The golden face knocking on the door late at night and the white silk wrapped around the sunrise in the west are true portrayals of his terrifying strength.

    Once upon a time, he once boasted that there was no one in the world that he could not kill, only people that his employer could not afford.

    ¡°As long as the price is right, he can also win the heads of the five best people in the world.

    Later, he actually succeeded in assassinating a master of the Five Ultimate Skills, and he became famous throughout the black and white circles, and everyone was afraid of his arrival.

    "After all, the Five Ultimates in the World are already the highest combat force in maintaining order in the martial arts world. If even the Five Ultimates in the World are not his opponent, then won't the world be in chaos?"

    So in everyone¡¯s fear, the entire martial arts world joined forces to kill the golden-faced Buddha.

    Later, I heard that he died tragically in a joint struggle with all the sects in the world to eliminate demons, and disappeared from the world. But I never expected that this legendary existence would appear so suddenly in the capital of Fenglei Emperor at this time.  On the night sky.

    The old devil from three hundred years ago has returned to the world, and he is bound to start a new bloody storm (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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