Chen Guang did not rush to play, but tried the piano sound first and was familiar with the guqin.

Gao Xianzhi was also not in a hurry. He wanted to hear this Shen Langjun play the piano, but it was not a temporary intention, but a deliberate test.

Many things in this world can be faked, but only the skills learned cannot be faked. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting require time to practice. Just like practicing martial arts, only by persevering hard work can you practice real skills.

In the monastery, as the strings were twirling, the lingering sound was lingering. After trying the strings one by one, Shen Guang pressed the piano without saying a word. Until the last string lingering sound disappeared, he started to play the piano.

The tune that he had never heard before was heard. Gao Xianzhi was almost focused from the first moment when Shen Guang played the piano and did not dare to miss a half sentence. Moreover, the extremely vast and longing sound of the piano made the ripples in his heart slightly rippled, slowly piled up into overlapping waves, and finally turned into huge waves, making him feel uneasy.

The song "Finger on the Moon with Left Hand" was played in full, and Chen Guang's eyes were also slightly red. After a thousand years, he never saw his parents and family again. The most painful thing in this world is "the son wants to raise his parents but his parents are not here." Chen Guang only regrets that he has not been filial to his parents in the past, but he is more willful when he is more willful.

Gao Xianzhi sighed deeply. He thought of Aye who passed away, and the woman he loved when he was a teenager. This piano piece that he had never heard before was touching his heartstrings than any of the people he had ever heard in the Pear Garden.

"Gao finally understood what it means to surround the beam for three days, and he didn't know the taste of meat in March."

"I don't know what the name of Chen Lang is, but I have never heard of it."

Looking at the slightly red light in his eyes, Gao Xianzhi had already forgotten all the words of his staff member in Kucha City before leaving. Even this Shen Langjun had unknown origin and wanted to bring him back to Kucha City.

"I was inspired for a moment, but I didn't even name it, but I called Gao Duo laughing."

Chen Guang thought about it and replied that if he directly said the name of the song, he would not explain what "Finger the Moon with the Left Hand", it would be better to say this, so as not to ask Gao Xianzhi for the most part.

"I don't want Chen Lang to be so talented, I admire him."

Gao Xianzhi was solemn, and all countries in Anxi are good at dancing and music, especially in Kucha City. There are many people who are good at playing instrumental music, but it is rare to make such exciting music, and there are not many people in Chang'an City.

For a moment, when he thought of the saint with the best music, Gao Xianzhi wanted to send this Shen Langjun to Chang'an to please the saint, but fortunately, this thought was fleeting, so he still wanted to take this Shen Langjun as his own.

"Guardian Gao is over-reputable."

Chen Guang knew that his skills in playing the piano were only average, but he only took advantage of the music to impress Gao Xianzhi.

Just as the two were talking, many of the soldiers outside the temple who could hear the sound of the piano clearly were inexplicably moved. Several of the great men of Angzang were all crying and choked.

Gao Xianzhi did not let Chen Guang play the piano again, but instead got up and left the temple and said to the fangs who had gathered outside at some time, "Chen Lang will be a judge in the future. What do you think?"

The soldiers all cheered and cheered. The judges could be of great or minor positions in the army. Gao Xianzhi was the deputy arch-guard of Anxi and the garrison of the two towns. It was a matter of decision that he would recommend to be the judge. He just needed to go to Kucha City to complete the documentary procedures, and Chen Guang was the person in Gao Xianzhi's curtain.

Chen Guang had made up the story to be asked by Gao Xianzhi, but he didn't expect that he would become the judge under Gao Xianzhi so easily, which he had not expected.

"Chen Lang, I will not stay for a long time when I go to Xicheng to explain everything, and you and I will set off for Kucha."

"Since you are loved by the Protector, you will be respectful and obedient."

Faced with Gao Xianzhi's invitation, Chen Guang naturally would not refuse. Only under Gao Xianzhi's command can he fill the gap in his identity.

"Wang Shenyuan, your team will be Chen Lang's guard from now on."

Gao Xianzhi attaches great importance to Chen Guang. He has no shortage of martial artists under his tent. On the contrary, there are almost no talents like Chen Guang. Feng Er, who he values ​​the most, is much worse in both appearance and style.

Now he is about to take over as Deputy Protector of Anxi, and wants to deal with the four towns and Beiting Hexi and other Protectorate, which makes it difficult for Feng Er to deal with people. However, this Shen Langjun is very suitable.

Gao Xianzhi came and walked quickly, and the group of fangs he left behind was the one who saved Chen Guang's men that day.

"Thank you for your help. When you arrive in Kucha, Chen will invite you to drink."

In the courtyard of the monastery, Chen Guang bowed to Wang Shenyuan's group of fangs and thanked them, and immediately moved the fangs and soldiers. They heard from the guardian that Chen Guang was a descendant of a famous family and a four-turn cavalry lieutenant, not to mention that this gentleman looked like a god and played the piano well, which was not comparable to those of them.

"Your husband can't do it. Wouldn't this be ruined if you spread it?"

Wang Shenyuan hurriedly held Chen Guang and wanted to lift the young man who seemed to be fair and weak, but he never thought that the man did not move at all. He could not lift his hands even harder. Finally, he couldn't help but say in the suspicious eyes of his subordinates around him, "You are so strong."

"I have also practiced martial arts for several years. Although I am not as good as you, I am not a weak scholar who is powerless."

Chen Guang said happily, and then invited these fangs to talk to the temple. He now has the title of a family of aristocratic families, but only he knows his own affairs. Before Gao Xianzhi comes back, he wants to learn more useful information.

"Mr. Lang is now the judge, let's wait..."

"Although the Protector Xu judges, he did not report his life, so he was still alive. He was a person who was willing to save his life. Do you think Chen is such an ungrateful villain?"

In terms of the advantages of speech, how could a simple martial artist like Wang Shenyuan say that Chen Guang was too much, and the soldiers were extremely curious about this Shen Langjun, so they all started to make a fuss. In the end, more than 20 people entered the temple, but except for Wang Shenyuan and a few old soldiers sitting next to Shen Guang, the rest were still standing.

"We are the guards of the husband, so how can we all sit down?"

This time, Wang Shenyuan insisted on it to the end. These fangs are elite soldiers raised by the generals. They will only be sent out to fight bad wars when they are at the most critical moment on the battlefield. They will use their bodies to block swords and guns, but if there are still people in the team, they will not hurt the generals.

Chen Guang did not force it. The Tang people of this era had their own values. What he had to do was to follow the local customs rather than be independent.

At the beginning, Wang Shenyuan and the Ya soldiers were a little restrained, but when Chen Guang kept asking about their past wars and life experiences, these military men who had never had any chance to praise me all came to their hearts and talked about their heroic deeds back then in front of the beautiful and beautiful man Chen Langjun.

Except for the seven of the 23 fang soldiers who were from the Anxi Army, the other 16 were from various Tang dynasties. Chen Guang was happy to listen to them talking about the customs and customs of his hometown, and he heard it with relish.

"Mr. Langjun, the Protector said you are from Jiangnan. Tell us what the place in Jiangnan looks like?"

There were no southerners among the fang soldiers. A few young fang soldiers saw Shen Guang easy-going, so they boldly asked. Although Wang Shenyuan and the old soldiers did not speak, their faces were full of curiosity.

"Jiangnan, that's a good place..."

Although Chen Guang didn't know how glorious the Tang Dynasty was in this era, the small bridge, flowing water, black boats, and lotus-picking girls told him, and the fangs were still fascinated by the soldiers.

"If you have the chance, I will definitely go to Qiantang River to see the tide that is better than thousands of troops."

"If you go to see the tide, you may be killed by the tide."

The soldiers were noisy and hurt each other, which made Chen Guang feel a long-lost sense of familiarity. Duowen, who also poured water in the room, also liked this atmosphere. He liked to hear the stories of the old military men talking about the war with the Tubo people back then.

"He is called Duowen, he has returned to secular life. He is not a little monk, but a follower of some people."

Seeing that the fang soldiers liked the news, Chen Guang told these fang soldiers that the fang soldiers jumped up one after another, "Don't worry, we will teach him the skills well. Those Tubo dog thieves, sooner or later, our Tang Dynasty sent troops to destroy them."
Chapter completed!