I arrived at Qinzhuang at noon the next day. The scorching sun shone, making people dizzy.

"Thank you, Qinzhuang is not too far, and the distance is longer, so the horse can't run."

Old Ma was so tired that Chen Fu touched it on his head. The disciple at the door saw the two of them holding swords to stop him: "Who is coming?"

Chen Fu raised his eyebrows, and he was worthy of being a disciple of Qinzhuang, and even his martial arts skills were not weak in guarding the gate.

Xiao Ran did not answer. The two of them were about to drive them away. An old man walked out quickly, clasped his fists and said, "Young Master Xiao."

Xiao Ran nodded slightly, saying hello.

"My owner has been waiting for you for a long time, please come in quickly."

Chen Fu: "The news spreads fast enough."

Xiao Ran: "There are all forces in Qinzhuang nearby."

The old man smiled and said, "Young Master Xiao was wrong this time. The owner of the manor knew you would come long ago."

"Oh?" Xiao Ran raised his eyes.

"Master!"

As the two talked, a fleshy little monk ran out.

Chen Fushi laughed: "You are smart and know how to meet here."

The little monk: "Donor Qin brought me here, but the medicine that the master gave him was resolved by the owner of the manor here."

Chen Fu looked in the direction he came, and a man was slowly walking not far away, with unparalleled handsomeness, with gold and jade on his waist. The clothes on his body were very particular. What attracted the most was his temperament, which gave people a sense of flawless beauty.

"Brother Xiao." His voice was gentle and calm.

Xiao Ran: "There are a lot more people in the village."

"Many disciples who are venturing outside have rushed back."

Xiao Ran glanced casually: "Lin Yin, Zhang Tianzhao... are all good-skilled people. If you don't know, you would think that your Qinzhuang is going to fight with."

"Brother Xiao, don't know if I'm interested in fighting, killing," Xie Ming laughed and said, "It's not just them, I'm afraid that the forces that rank among the top in the Central Plains martial arts world will come in three days."

Chen Fu, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but sigh. This is the bad thing about the main world line. He didn't know much about Qinzhuang in the world process.

Xiao Ran: "The old owner's order?"

With Xie Ming's personality, it is not a special situation and he will not make such a big move.

"Grandpa convened a hero's meeting and selected someone he thought was qualified and gave it to "Flying Bird Song".

"Flying Bird Song" ranks third in the martial arts ranking today. There are even rumors that if you can practice "Flying Bird Song" to the ninth level, you will have no martial arts function except "The Demon Scroll".

Xie Ming: "People in the village are talking about the grandfather being confused, but he told me a long time ago that none of the disciples in the village have the talent to learn this song, and they can't bear to lose it, so they will hold a hero meeting."

"Even you can't do it?"

Xie Ming shook his head, and there was a bit of regret in his eyes.

News was released from Qinzhuang, and all sides were surging, and the nearby inns were full, and many masters from both good and evil were rushed to Qinzhuang.

Chen Fu regards himself as Xiao Ran's life-saving benefactor. After getting to know Xie Ming a little, he lives in the best room in Qinzhuang. He laughs with beautiful maids every day and teaches the young monks to distinguish fine wine in his spare time. His life is unpretentious.

At this moment, he was showing off his talent in the painting journey, which attracted many maids to come and watch.

"Please don't take it to heart, Brother Xiao." A voice came from a distance, and the maid dispersed like a bird.

"It's okay. The old man has his own reasons not to see the guests."

Chen Fuxu looked in the sound... Is he turned aside?

In a moment, Xie Ming and Xiao Ran had already walked side by side.

Xie Ming's eyes lit up, "Good painting!"

Even Xiao Ran looked at Chen Fu at a high glance, saying that people who are good at painting must be indifferent, and it seems that rumors cannot be believed.

Chen Fu: "From the owner's view, how valuable is this painting?"

"This painting has reached a state of natural success, at least ten thousand taels."

Chen Fu: "It is rare to have a confidant in life. If the owner appreciates it so much, he will sell it to you."

The smile on the corner of Xie Ming's mouth was a little frozen in an instant.

Chen Fu: "Just give it to the price."

Qinzhuang has collected thousands of famous works by famous artists. No matter how good Chen Fu painted it, it is not worth ten thousand taels of silver. What I just said is just a compliment from normal people.

"Young Master Chen is really good at joking."

Chen Fu mentioned a poem on the painting with sincerity: "Give to Xie Ming".

“…”

In the end, Xie Ming spent 10,000 taels to buy it.

Xiao Ran was very interested, but with Xie Ming's personality, he actually suffered a loss.

Chen Fu stuffed the silver notes into his sleeves and looked at him and said, "Are you a little silly?"

Many people in the martial arts world want to get rid of Xiao Ran and quickly. In the past few days, several distinguished guests have also moved into the village, and perhaps no one will notice him.

Xie Ming answered for Xiao Ran: "This time, I selected the successor for "Flying Bird Song". Grandpa said that he would not ask about his identity. I am afraid that many cults will come tomorrow, so who can care about Brother Xiao?"

Xiao Ran nodded: "At that time, my Tianyin Sect will come."

Chen Fu sneered, guessing that most of Xiao Ran's skills had recovered, so he was so unscrupulous: "Does you need to register in advance to participate in the heroes' meeting?"

"All major sects can send a disciple from the sect to participate. Those without sects need to conduct an assessment first," Xie Ming was stunned for a moment: "Does Mr. Chen want to participate too?"

"That's what it means."

"Since it's Mr. Chen, the assessment process can be omitted."

A leaf-shaped token flew into Shenfu's palm: "Tie it to enter tomorrow."

On the eighth day of the sixth month, heroes from all over the world gather in Qinzhuang.

The village was extremely lively, and the servant and the maid were so busy that they were jogging around.

There are few qualified participants, but they are all escorted by experts in the sect. Now there are many dragons and snakes in the Qinzhuang. Who can guarantee that they will not be attacked and killed after obtaining the qualification?

"The people from the Blood Evil Sect are here to join in the fun," Qin Yu drank the glass of wine in one go: "There are monks from Prajna Temple, and now there is a good show."

The little monk insisted: "No matter who it is, the one who wins in the end must be the master."

Qin Yu disagreed, but Xiao Ran glanced at Chen Fu. The other party had excellent painting skills, and he probably wouldn't be much worse in piano skills.

"Old Master Xie is here." The crowd cried softly.

Everyone stood up from their seats and saluted with their fists.

Qinzhuang has a unique position in the world, and the old owner Xie is a legend of his generation.

The old owner Xie is very majestic. He just stands there without moving, and has his own courage.

"I'm sorry, I'll go there, and I won't say much. The participants' repertoire are provided by Qinzhuang. I will select whether there are qualified ones."

Chen Fu asked Xiao Ran in a low voice: "What kind of musical instrument is the competition?"

Xiao Ran: "You don't even know this, you're so embarrassed to participate in the competition."

Chen Fu blinked at him.

Xiao Ran: "…piano."

"oh."

Mr. Xie looked around and said, "The assessment begins now, Ming'er, you send the score."

Xie Ming sent out one by one. When he arrived next to Chen Fu, he reminded him: "There are orders on the signs, and they will be on the stage in order."

Chen Fu then noticed that the number twelve was engraved on the sign that Xie Ming gave him yesterday.

The candidates all browse the music score first, and the same is true for Chen Fu.

"This song is part of my excerpt of "Flying Birds", but it has been adapted."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the music score again, their eyes were hot.

The first one to play was a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect. Although he was full of evil spirits, he was melodious and pleasant when playing the piano.

Chen Fu yawned and approached Xiao Ran: "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll scream when it's almost time for me."

Xiao Ran's eyelids twitched, and then he saw that Chen Fu had already put his arms around his hands and closed his eyes, looking like an old monk was in a state of meditation.

At the end of the song, many people nodded secretly, Xie Laozhu: "It's played well, but unfortunately there was a wrong sound in the middle."

The disciples of the Blood Evil Sect felt a slight slap in their hearts, and they didn't expect that such a subtle mistake would be noticed.

Old Master Xie did not comment, did not say ok, nor did he say no.

The next person playing the piano was a disciple of Qinzhuang, whose piano skills were better than the one just now.

Everyone was intoxicated by the sound of the piano. Xie Ming himself was a zither. He was very good at playing the piano, so he naturally would not indulge in the music. Yu Guangwang saw his grandfather shook his head gently, and he couldn't help feeling sad.
To be continued...