Chapter 55: Snowland Siege
Too.
Even if you have a connection, you shouldn't come here. It's not worth it just to read a pornographic book...
Yang Linqing was relieved, straightened his clothes, and said, "In terms of tone alone, bamboo flutes are the best. The batch over there is the top-quality stuff just sent from Huainan, but it's a little expensive, so be prepared."
Zhang Chengfeng explained in a low voice: "Huainan Yang family, their ancestors were once guest officials of the Chess, Sword and Music Bureau, and later inherited the tradition and established their own school. Their sword skills and music are not bad, and they are considered to have real talents and are among the top forces in Huainan."
"Hey Hey hey."
Yang Linqing was dissatisfied: "What do you mean by 'considered' to have? We really have it!"
Cao Jinxing was surprised and looked him up and down: "Then why are you still..." He looked so miserable. His cultivation level was not low.
"cough!"
Yang Linqing's expression was a little unnatural, and he changed the subject stiffly: "In addition to the bamboo flute, there are a few other items over there..."
Zhang Chengfeng chuckled: "Because this kid is so bold and lecherous, he treats his widowed sister-in-law..."
"Zhang Chengfeng!"
Yang Linqing was furious, and rolled up his sleeves to rush out: "Don't force me to beat you up, you son of a bitch!"
"okay!"
Zhang Chengfeng said impatiently, "It's just a trivial matter. Everyone in Huainan knows about it. What's wrong with having more people? You didn't do anything. At most, you just have bad intentions. What are you afraid of?"
“…”
Yang Linqing hesitated: "You can't just say that ..."
"Who said that? Isn't this the truth?"
“…”
Zhang Chengfeng's words made Yang Linqing silent.
Cao Jinxing looked at the two of them and shook his head helplessly: "Don't provoke him. Pick the flute, pick the flute."
It was obvious that the two knew each other and had a close relationship, which was why Zhang Chengfeng was teasing him like that. Cao Jinxing was not interested in other people's family affairs and quickly got back to the point.
"The bamboo flute is too brittle. I want something harder that won't break if touched."
"That's the bone flute, the iron flute."
Yang Linqing looked up and said to the bamboo basket in the corner, "Those are just randomly collected. Just pick whatever you want."
Flutes have existed since ancient times and there are many varieties, including bone flutes, jade flutes, ivory flutes, iron flutes, copper flutes and so on.
Among them, the bamboo flute has the most authentic tone and the best effect.
The Yang family in Huainan regards the bamboo flute as orthodox and established their family business with the bamboo flute. They are experts in making bamboo flutes and, relatively speaking, do not pay much attention to other categories.
"No wonder the jade flute was taken away by someone... This guy treats flutes made of other materials like trash."
Cao Jin walked to the bamboo basket and flipped through it casually.
For him, the flute is just an auxiliary thing. First, it must be strong enough and second, it must be portable. The smaller the better.
Soon, he found a short, thin bone flute from under the bamboo basket. It was white and cold.
Holding it in the hand feels like holding an ice spike, which is the same material used to decorate the surface of the Xuepo scabbard.
"The bones of the North Sea shark..."
He didn't recognize other materials, but he knew this material very well because he wore it frequently.
The North Sea dragon shark is a very rare beast. Unlike ordinary animals that hibernate, it "summer sleeps", only appearing in the dead of winter. It lives under the glaciers and can breathe out extremely cold air.
Its bones are extremely hard and of a special nature, able to be infused with ice-type internal force, which is extremely rare.
Cao Jinxing tried to inject his internal energy, and the entire flute began to emit a faint ice-blue light.
"good……"
Cao Jinxing was very satisfied, but after inputting his internal energy, there were some tiny scratches on the surface, probably caused by a sharp blade, all over the flute, like words...
Word……
Um?
Cao Jinxing increased his internal strength, put the slightly glowing flute in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully again, and his pupils shrank slightly.
the other side.
Zhang Chengfeng was chatting with Yang Linqing.
"How did you get involved with the Jinyiwei?" Yang Linqing said in a low voice, covering his face with a book.
Zhang Chengfeng wanted to say something, he could hear it, but he was too lazy to say more to this idiot: "He is my eldest brother, he saved my father."
Yang Linqing suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder..."
Zhang Chengfeng glanced at the bamboo basket and said, "You have no memory. Have you forgotten that you asked someone to buy the jade flute for five taels of silver last time? How dare you throw it away?"
Yang Linqing said angrily, "It was just a coincidence last time. Who would have thought that an idiot would stuff a jade flute into sandalwood? I checked this batch carefully when I collected it. It's impossible for this to happen again! You still want to take advantage of me? Impossible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Jinxing raised the flute and asked, "How much is this?"
Yang Linqing took a quick look and said, "The bones of the North Sea dragon shark are made of special materials. I paid ten taels of silver for them. You..."
He wanted to say that you just need to give him a little as a token of your appreciation, but Cao Jinxing smiled and threw fifteen taels directly at him: "By the way, let me ask you a question."
"you say."
In consideration of the fifteen taels of silver, Yang Linqing was willing to help him solve his doubts.
"What is "Snowland Siege"?"
Cao Jinxing asked.
"A famous song from the Tang Dynasty, now lost."
Yang Linqing mentioned these things easily, and said lazily: "It is said that it was composed by Heavenly Master Ye Jingneng. The style of the music is chilling and the artistic conception is extremely cold. He once used this music to compete with foreign monks in the Tang Palace. After the song was finished, seven inches of snow fell in front of the palace, and the foreign monks were frozen into ice sculptures! It is admirable and lamentable! It's a pity that there is no score handed down, and even the information is pitifully scarce..."
At the end, Yang Linqing suddenly reacted.
its not right!
This information was only recorded in miscellaneous books, and he had some impression of it because of his extensive knowledge and strong memory. How could this beginner know such an obscure piece of music...
He slowly raised his head and looked towards the bone flute, with a look of surprise and astonishment in his eyes.
No way……
"I see."
Cao Jinxing played with the piccolo, scanned the words on it, and nodded: "Ye Jingneng, the author of "Yu Bing Jue", it's really a fate... OK, I understand, thank you for your advice. Chengfeng, let's go."
He put the piccolo on his waist and walked out.
“Hmm…hahahaha!”
Zhang Chengfeng was extremely intelligent. He knew everything about the situation. He stood up and couldn't help laughing. He patted Yang Linqing on the shoulder:
"Old Yang, if I were you, I would go to the temple and burn some incense to get rid of the bad luck! In less than a month, you have made mistakes twice, and the losses are bigger each time. You are really amazing."
“…”
Yang Linqing felt like crying but had no tears.
He slapped himself hard and watched Cao Jinxing's gradually receding back, as if he was watching countless silver coins falling into someone else's pocket.
My "Song of the Siege in Snowland" is priceless, but I sold it for only 15 taels...
…
No matter how much Yang Linqing regretted it, Cao Jinxing took the flute home and began his half-month intensive study.
The next few days were pretty normal.
Cao Jinxing slept until he woke up naturally every day, reported for duty at the imperial prison, and studied music with Xu Quan until the end of his get off work day. He was so happy.
When he was free, Lu Kunlun would come to him for a drink, but after a few days, he received a letter from Junshan asking him to return to the Beggars' Sect headquarters as soon as possible.
Cao Jinxing didn't ask what it was about.
On the day Lu Kunlun left, Cao Jinxing rode a horse to see him off, then returned to the imperial prison to continue studying music and began to practice "Snowy Siege Song".
In addition, the Huang family in Ghost Market invited him to several banquets, but he thought it was too much trouble and did not go.
Until the thirteenth day.
Liu Zhenyuan urgently summoned him back to the Zhenfu Division.
"The remaining two days will be left for next time. Urgent military affairs, the Miao people in Laer Mountain, Yunnan and Guizhou are rebelling, and the Five Poison Sect is also involved! You are ordered to take people there quickly to support the government troops and quell the rebellion!"
"Rebellion...Five Poison Sect?"
Cao Jinxing looked up suddenly.
How could they be involved!
“The details are still unclear.”
Liu Zhenyuan said, "But there is news that the Left Protector of the Five Poison Sect has appeared among the rebels. You must be careful on this trip. Gu Yanzhu is waiting for you in Yunnan and Guizhou."
Gu Yanzhu was one of the four centurions who went to Wohu Mountain to assassinate the bandit leader.
Cao Jinxing remembered.
"yes."
He clasped his fists and accepted the order, lamenting in his heart, my vacation is gone so soon...
