There has always been a debate about the authenticity of Mr. Chiyan.
Even though many people witnessed Gu Qingfeng crushing a natural treasure in Xiaozhe Mountain Villa, they still don't believe it. Just like what Feiying said just now, the real Mr. Chi Yan is indeed very powerful physically, but those who are physically strong are not The representative is Young Master Chi Yan.
If it were anyone else, everyone wouldn't argue like this.
In fact, things like being wiped out and then resurrected are too outrageous.
Coupled with Mr. Chi Yan's claim to be the heir of the king and everything else, Gu Qingfeng quickly became a topical figure in the Northwest.
Everyone has always wanted to know if Bitter Winter's Taoist companion is really Young Master Chi Yan, and also wants to know whether Young Master Chi Yan is the real heir to the king.
Therefore, seeing Wei Chaoqun and others came to test the authenticity of Mr. Chi Yan, other people from the Five Colors Flower Club also came over.
Ouyang Ye, who was already a little guilty, was even more guilty now, her heart was pounding, and her mind was in chaos. She was not afraid of the cold winter and thousands of mountains in Xiaozhe Villa before, but now she was alone. Facing such a situation, I really don't know what to do.
"I really don't know why you people keep suspecting that my elder brother is a fake, and you also say that my elder brother is a liar. I really hate it." Xiao Jin'er was a little displeased, and said, "I tell you, my elder brother is not fake, and more You're not a liar, don't talk nonsense."
Beside, Master Wenzhu wanted to take Xiao Jin'er away, because he heard from Ouyang Ye that this Mr. Chi Yan was a fake, but Xiao Jin'er took him as real, and now seeing so many people want to To test, although he was also worried about Ouyang Ye in his heart, he also knew that he couldn't help.
"Grandpa, what are you asking me to do? I'm telling the truth. Big brother isn't a fake in the first place."
Xiao Jin'er twisted her shoulders, signaled Master Wenzhu not to stop her, and said: "Big brother, since they don't believe it, why don't you play a song, let them listen, and see if they dare not say anything in the future You are fake."
Gu Qingfeng has been sitting, as always.
His expression was very calm, and he couldn't see any emotions, but when the old man withered wood came over, he stood up, nodded and said hello.
"No need to be polite."
Apparently, the old man withered wood also seemed to want to know whether the Gu Qingfeng in front of him was real or not. He stared at Gu Qingfeng and asked, "I've also heard about Mr. Chi Yan's musical attainments, but you..."
Gu Qingfeng smiled, a little helplessly.
"Senior Deadwood, don't even you trust my big brother?"
"this… "
"Hehe, Senior Withered Wood, the real Mr. Chiyan may be unparalleled in the world in terms of rhythm, but as for the fake one... that's hard to say."
"That's right, isn't he claiming to be the unparalleled Young Master Chiyan? Let him play the King's Wind Rises from Daqingshan, and see how many mysteries he can play."
"My elder brother said that there is no piece in the world that he can't play, especially the piece of the king, my elder brother can play it." Xiao Jin'er raised her head and said unconvinced: "And, no matter it is the song Whether it is the mystery contained in the song, the momentum or the artistic conception, my elder brother can play it."
What Xiao Jin'er said was really a bit big.
Many people in the big venue listened to it as a joke.
And Ouyang Ye next to him stood there with a livid face, a look of despair, and kept muttering in his heart: It's over, it's over this time, everything's over... It's too late... The identity of the old nine will definitely be revealed now...
"Since Your Excellency's tone is so loud, then this time we are going to really open our eyes."
"That's right! Don't talk about the artistic conception of the Daqing Mountain when the wind blows, let alone the momentum, even if it contains the nine hundred and ninety-nine levels of the Dzogchen Red Thunder Mystery, I have never heard of it. I hope that Mr. Chiyan can help Let me play a piece of wind blowing up Daqingshan, let me have a long experience."
Many people were laughing and sarcastic, and some shook their heads and sighed: "Fake, it must be fake, no matter what kind of song can play the mysterious momentum, and it is the song of the king, this... This kind of big talk is universal." Who dares to say next?"
"That's right! I've been hearing a lot about the real Mr. Chi Yan's melody attainment is unparalleled in the world, but that's just hearsay. I don't know how his melody attainment is. Don't say he's a fake, even if it's true, I'm not afraid of it. This skill!"
At this time, Gu Qingfeng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Is the music score of the wind rising from Daqingshan in the old man's hand?"
"Exactly."
"Can I borrow it?"
Withered Wood Daoist nodded, and handed over the score in his hand.
Wei Chaoqun said with a smile: "Hehe, this is not only the score of the wind rising from Daqingshan, but also the authentic handwriting written by the king himself. Since your Excellency claims to be Mr. Chi Yan and he is the successor of the king, you don't even have the king's handwriting. Don't you know?"
Gu Qingfeng ignored it, just looked at the score in his hand, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
The score is written on a piece of cloth.
However, Gu Qingfeng still clearly remembers the sudden inspiration and epiphany in his heart, so he temporarily removed a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrote down the music score he had realized. What's more, he used the five-color end of Wuse Mountain, and the handwriting on the music score still remains. He used his spiritual sense to sense the remaining spirit in the score again, and felt a little childish.
The only thing that touched and sighed him was that after so many years, the old man still kept this rag, both the handwriting and the spirit were preserved as if it were new. I think the old man must have been taking care of it carefully. If not, the remaining spirit would be afraid. is long gone...
Folding the music score, Gu Qingfeng handed it to the dead wood Taoist again, saying: "I have a heart, thank you."
Daoist Withered Wood was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Gu Qingfeng meant, what is intentional? What is thank you? What's the meaning
"I don't know why the young master thanked you?"
"Thank you, old man, for keeping this music score so well."
"this… "
"Young Master Chi Yan, you returned the sheet music to Senior Withered Wood, are you not going to play it?"
After Wei Chaoqun finished speaking, Ding Rui also said: "How could it be possible not to play? In my opinion, Mr. Chi Yan understood it thoroughly after just one glance. Maybe he can really play the wind from Daqingshan later. Playing out the mystery of Dzogchen."
"Ha! I'm looking forward to it!"
"It's not just you, who among us doesn't look forward to it?"
Gu Qingfeng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then poured two more glasses, handed them over, and said, "Old man, can I offer you three glasses of wine?"
Withered Wood Daoist frowned, not knowing why, after thinking for a moment, he still took the wine glass.
"Back then in Daqing Mountain, the old man was seriously injured trying to save Gu Sirius. He was in trouble so he couldn't come to see you in person. Today I will come here on his behalf and offer you three glasses of wine!"