A soul-stirring song, half of it dominates the world.
In this world, there are not many people who have this confidence and dare to say that they want to take Brother Xiaoye's head. There is only one person in the world who is old enough to claim to be a student of Ito Hirobumi, who died in 1909. Li Muye guessed his name, but didn't reveal it.
The music of the artist in white resumed, and the previously frozen atmosphere suddenly became active. The onlookers felt as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they donated generously. The artist thanked him with a smile, packed up the piano case, nodded slightly to Li Muye, turned around and left.
The two of them walked one behind the other as they headed east to Fangzetan Park outside Andingmen. In a quiet corner, the man in white stopped and stood. Turning around, his eyes rested on Li Muye's sleeves and said, "I heard that you like to use guns very much."
"I like to solve complex problems in simple ways." Li Muye stood up and said calmly.
"Wearing long-sleeved clothes in this season is actually a bit hard, unless your physical skills have reached a level where the cold and heat are not intrusive, and you can regulate your body temperature by yourself." The artist in white holds the piano case, seemingly natural movements, but clever It protects the vital parts of the body.
Li Muye couldn't find a chance to make a move, and still maintained his posture of being ready to attack, saying: "I heard that you were the best swordsman in Japan when you were young. After losing to the Eight-Ji Gunman Li, you returned to China to learn the Koga style. Ninjutsu, as well as the Twelve Styles of Divine Art passed down from your family, as early as eighty years ago, some people thought that you should have been the number one in both civil and military rankings at that time."
"I have also learned Iga-ryu ninjutsu." The artist in white sighed softly and said: "Koga-ryu is very powerful, but many ninjutsu require enduring extremely dirty and even painful environments to perform, so it seems It was always sloppy when I went up there, but Iga-ryu's ninjutsu is a bit like a magician's, cool and clean, so I later switched to Iga-ryu and even became a magician for a few years."
He opened the piano case calmly. Suddenly, a white mist surrounded him without warning and quickly dispersed. He had changed into a silver-white ninja suit. The piano case was gone, replaced by the red-scaled and gold-bodied balalaika.
At this moment, he was as majestic as a god. Of course, it is Abe Harukora, the first person in Japan's Fukangji lineage.
"Good news is easy to come by, but good friends are hard to find." Abe Qingkong put on his mask calmly, then strummed the strings, and there was a loud sound, and the sound was like a knife piercing Brother Ono's ear.
Li Muye frowned slightly and praised: "It's really a good instrument. Compared with your instrument, Fengjian Xiao's flute is just a notch behind."
"Kazama-kun is a great man of his generation, but it is a pity that he pursues musical skills too much." Abe Qingkong said: "I became the best swordsman in Japan before I was thirty years old. After I was thirty years old, I practiced the visible sword to the invisible realm. The sword learns from the harp, from now on my harp is my sword, the sound of Kazama-kun’s flute enters the heart and kills people, and the sound of my harp is my arrow!”
The sound of the piano started again, and Li Muye suddenly felt an invisible sharp energy shooting towards his chest. Only then did he realize that what he called the sound of the piano was like a sword, not a sword, but an arrow from a bow and arrow. That seemingly invisible sharp energy was actually the sound of a bow. It was an invisible special substance that was used as a bowstring by his strings and was shot at him.
Li Muye was secretly surprised. This thing was invisible and colorless, almost perfectly integrated with the air. It was almost impossible for ordinary people to detect it. If I hadn't been so sensitive, I might have fallen into his trap. Thinking of this, he quickly stepped aside and let the invisible arrow pass, only to hear a shuddering sound coming from a big tree behind him.
"So your arrow was shot." Li Muye said sarcastically.
"This is an invisible arrow made from the egg coat of a strange beast called the red-scale jellyfish that comes from the deep waters of Antarctica." Abe Qingkong explained Li Muye's doubts and said: "There is a mysterious and magnificent underground city there, which is very civilized. The level is even better than that of the most developed countries today. When I was young, I went with the Germans once. Before I left, I got a very rare red-scale jellyfish and made this piano. This jellyfish is said to be immortal. They reproduce asexually and can automatically produce an egg coat before producing offspring, which can become an invisible arrow after adding a little special substance."
Worlds, full of wonders.
Li Muye has been in the world for a long time and has long been used to it. Hearing this, he nodded and said: "It is really a rare thing in the world, and only such a rare thing is worthy of your century-old wonder."
Abe Qingkong did not feel dissatisfied and said calmly: "Mr. Li, with your cultivation, you should have said such things."
Li Muye said: "I didn't invite you to listen to me."
Abe Qingkong chuckled: "You're right. I'm here to take your head to pay tribute to Lord Kazama. Why should I have this meaningless argument with you?" After saying that, he picked up the piano and started playing again, but this time it changed. It became a Chinese general's order.
The sound of the piano was like a sudden storm, hitting Brother Ono in the face like a real substance.
"Please listen to my landslide rhythm again!" Abe Qingkong said loudly.
Although the sound of the piano is not a real physical attack, it can have a very strong impact on people's spiritual world. Li Muye couldn't resist the sound of the piano, which entered his ears like a landslide and tsunami and entered his mind. There seemed to be an illusion in front of him, as if a huge mountain collapsed in front of him, and countless boulders hit him like a giant's fist.
If the sound of Kazama Xiao's flute can affect people's heartbeats and is aimed at the body, the sound of Abe Qingkong's flute is completely aimed at people's spiritual world. With Li Muye's spiritual cultivation, he could not completely digest the magic power of his piano music. The illusion reappeared in front of his eyes, and his body instinctively jumped to dodge the non-existent landslide and boulders.
Abe Qingkong succeeded in one move, and he was able to ignore others. The sound of the piano became more compact, and in Li Muye's ears, it turned into more and faster giant fists. Brother Ono was trapped in the fantasy world by Qinyin, and he fought against the landslide giant with all his strength.
boom!
The gun in Li Muye's sleeve rang out.
The sound of the piano was slightly affected and interrupted for a moment. Just as Li Muye came to his senses, the sound of the piano started playing again. At the same time, Abe Qingkong twisted close and flew towards him with a kick.
"I am so angry that I lean on the railing, and the rain stops." A powerful voice came from Brother Xiaoye's mouth: "Look up, look up to the sky and roar, your heart is strong!"
The sound of the piano was slightly sluggish and slow, and the general's order turned into a lingering and pathos tune, as if a person in a boudoir dream was lamenting the sorrow and melancholy of the wife who traveled thousands of miles away and did not return her.
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't wait for a moment, a young man's head is gray, empty and sad!" Li Muye changed his recitation to singing, in order to stimulate his desire to fight and strengthen his will to fight to the end.
Abe Qingkong's piano music continued, and at the same time, his legs kicked towards Li Muye without stopping. He has a solid foundation in physical skills and has reached the level of Grand Master many years ago. Although he is getting older now and his energy and blood have declined a bit, he can still maintain a grandmaster-level physical condition in a short period of time. If he really kicked him a few times, he could still kill the young and powerful Brother Xiaoye... (End of this chapter)