Volume 5: The Two Great Prideful Sons (Part 2) Chapter 173 Senior Master
The old man who claimed to be the descendant of Mr. Nan Guo actually took out a 竽 and started to play it happily.
Beep, beep, beep…
All around was quiet, with only the sound of the 竽 played by the descendants of Mr. Nan Guo floating in the air, lingering and circling endlessly.
In the past, Mr. Nan Guo was a man who knew nothing about music theory and had sneaked into King Xuan of Qi's band of 300 people just to fill in the numbers.
When people heard that he was a descendant of Mr. Nan Guo, they thought that his 竽 sound must be extremely bad and unpleasant to the ear; but they did not expect that his music was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched, so moving and pleasant that it attracted birds to stop on the branches and listen.
When everyone was immersed in the wonderful music, an old man stood up and interrupted the 竽 music.
"Okay, Nan Guosheng, stop bragging. If you scare away that little girl playing the pipa, the people behind you will eat you alive!"
The old man's skin was as black as charcoal, and his body was so thin that only skin and bones were left. He was the one who had squeezed his legs together and demonstrated extraordinary lightness skills.
Nan Guosheng laughed and said, "My 竽 sound is unheard of in the world. Whoever can hear it is blessed!"
Murong Jiu, who was standing in front of the main hall, was supported by his elder sister Murong with his left hand. He had a red curtain covering his head and could not see anything. He could not help but ask, "Elder sister, what's wrong? What happened?"
Sister Murong forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. There are a few more guests coming. We will arrange everything right away."
Murong Jiu tilted her head and used her other hand to take off the red veil. She opened her big watery eyes and looked curiously at the strange visitor in the scene.
Seeing this, Sister Murong said anxiously: "Xiaojiu, how could you take off the veil? It is to be removed by the groom when entering the bridal chamber. You are breaking the rules..."
Murong Jiu threw the veil aside and said, "How can there be such rules? It's so stuffy inside the veil, why not take a look at the descendants of Mr. Nan Guo?"
Nan Guosheng laughed and said, "You are right. You are still young. How can you stick to those old rules?"
He is short and fat, and his smile is very friendly, like a Maitreya Buddha.
Murong Jiu couldn't help but smile and asked, "I heard that King Xuan of Qi liked to play the 竽, and he would have 300 people play together. I'm afraid that 299 of them played better than Mr. Nan Guo. How could you be the descendant of Mr. Nan Guo when you played the 竽 the best in the world?"
Mr. Nan Guo said sternly, "Little girl, you only know one side of the story, but not the other. It was because our ancestor was ridiculed that he worked hard to improve himself, practiced playing the 竽, and eventually became a great master. He also told his descendants to be down-to-earth and never play the 竽 for nothing again!"
Murong Jiu listened to his serious story and laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. He said, "Oh, so there is such an interesting story."
At this time, the old man behind Nan Guosheng said, "Stop talking nonsense! Let me ask first, is there anyone with the surname Cao here?!"
Su Weiyun suddenly walked out of the crowd, stood beside Murong Jiu, and answered, "No."
The old man said, "Fortunately he didn't, otherwise I would have taught him a lesson!"
Murong Jiu asked curiously, "Why do people with the surname 'Cao' have a grudge against you, sir?"
The old man with the drum said, "In the past, my ancestor played the "Yuyang San Lao" to curse Cao, and was eventually killed by him. Therefore, I cannot coexist with the Cao family!"
Su Weiyun sighed, "Sir, could it be that you are the descendant of Nanhai Ni Heng?"
"Yes , since the Shu Han and the Three Kingdoms period, the tradition has been passed down to me for the eighteenth generation, so my name is Mi Shiba."
Then, these senior masters introduced their identities one by one: the one who played the zither was surnamed Yu, and was a descendant of Yu Boya; the one who played the flute was surnamed Xiao, and was a descendant of Xiao Nongyu; the one who played the zhu was surnamed Gao, and was also related to Gao Jianli; and the one who played the flute was said to be a descendant of Han Xiangzi.
Everyone present was almost laughing so hard that their stomachs almost burst. They gradually felt that these were really a group of old lunatics.
Finally, Ms. Xiao said, "Well, we are not here to disturb you. We just want to chat with the pipa master in the middle and play a song with him. We will leave after the song is over and will not stay any longer."
The person she was talking about was the female musician that Murong Bamei specially invited from Wusheng City.
The Murong sisters all looked at their patriarch, but the old woman turned her gaze to Su Weiyun.
Su Weiyun asked, "What song would you like to play?"
Ms. Xiao said: "One piece of 'Yangguan Sandie' is good."
Su Weiyun shook his head and said, "Not good."
Ms. Xiao asked, "Why not?"
Su Weiyun said: "Yangguan Sandie is too sad, and it makes people cry when they hear it. I am very happy today, how can I play it?"
Ms. Xiao smiled and said, "So which song does the groom think is good?"
Su Weiyun said: "In my opinion, it would be best to play the song "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" sung by Xiangru Wenjun in the past."
Ni Shiba, who was standing by, suddenly shouted, "Youngsters, you are so arrogant. Do you think we are just some old scholar invited here to play music?"
Nan Guosheng tried to smooth things over: "It's a wedding, so what's wrong with playing a song?"
Yu Ziya, a descendant of Yu Boya, said: "Even so, I should see if he is Zhong Ziqi and whether he is worthy of me playing the zither for him once!"
As soon as he said this, Su Weiyun suddenly stood up, like a crane spreading its wings, and flew into the sky.
"Bo Ya played High Mountains and Flowing Water, I wonder if you can do it?!"
Su Weiyun moved from high to low, like a waterfall, cascading down, and slapped out with his right palm heavily, like a mountain, using the "Great Sumeru Palm".
Yu Ziya's expression remained unchanged. He pressed the zither with his left hand, raised his right hand, and calmly exchanged palm strikes with Su Weiyun!
Ding, ding, ding...
After Yu Ziya and Su Weiyun faced each other with their palms, his body became somewhat unstable, and his left hand brushed the strings of the zither, causing a sudden sound of the zither.
After facing the palm, Su Weiyun immediately took advantage of the momentum to retreat, moved to the side, swung out his left palm with all the power he had accumulated, and turned to attack Ni Shiba.
Ni Shiba frowned, raised the drum and smashed it towards Su Weiyun.
The palm finally landed on the drum surface!
boom!
With a loud bang that shook the heavens and the earth, Ni Shiba took a step back with the vibrating drum. Just as he was about to make another move, Su Weiyun had already lightly tapped the drum and flew to Nan Guosheng's location.
Nan Guosheng smiled and stretched out his chubby hands, which seemed to be just enough to hold up Su Weiyun who was falling.
Su Weiyun and he pressed their four palms together, and it seemed as if a great force was sticking them together, unable to separate anymore.
Nan Guosheng stood on the ground, and Su Weiyun's body floated in the air. The two seemed to have turned into stone statues and did not move.
After a cup of tea, Nan Guosheng pushed Su Weiyun out, gasping for breath, and said with a wry smile: "I am really old. Even my best internal strength is not as good as that of today's young people."
In fact, it’s not that his internal strength is not strong enough, but Su Weiyun’s wedding dress magic internal strength is too sharp, overbearing, and fierce, which cannot be compared with ordinary internal strength.
Therefore, it would be very unpleasant for ordinary masters to compete with him.
Ni Shiba sighed, "We came out of the mountain to compete with Yan Nantian and Yao Yue, but we didn't expect to be beaten on equal terms by a junior here..."
Yu Boya also said: "Hey, think about it, it's someone's wedding banquet, why are we old guys here to mess up?"
Nan Guosheng looked back at the crowd and said, "It seems that this little brother will be the next generation's number one martial artist. Why don't we make a good relationship with him?"
Ms. Xiao was about to speak when a female voice came from outside the door, like an iceberg that was cold and never melted tens of millions of years ago.
"This good relationship cannot be established!"
"Why can't we get married?"
"Because they are going to die soon! Do you want to form a bond with the dead?"
Everyone frowned and looked at the newcomer.
