"Boom!" The last sound of the piano was that Pan Fuzi broke the strings. At this time, he was drenched in water, and his hands were still bent and stiff in the shape of playing the piano.

Mu Ran was stunned for a long time before he realized that the strings were broken.

Pan Fuzi suddenly stood up and raised his head, but he couldn't see the girl above his head.

In his opinion, the water on his body is a small matter, and Jiao Liuqin's situation is a big one, and he treats Jiao Liuqin like a son on weekdays. At this moment, Pan Fuzi, looking like an annoyed old cow, looked around, as if he was looking for a guy to do something desperately, and when he calmed down a little, he didn't find a guy to do his job, he walked out of the desk, looked up and stared at the girl who had just gotten up from the ground.

The girl is also Wen'er, at this time she was stunned by the fall, her face was aggrieved, her teeth bit her lower lip, like a child who had done something wrong, and even her body was about to shrink into a ball.

Being watched by so many people, Wen'er lowered her head and said apologetically: "I didn't mean to......"

"Er, who is the descendant?" Pan Fuzi pointed at him angrily and said, "Call your master out!" ”

Hearing the angry old man in front of her mention the "master", Wen'er was even more panicked, she stretched out her hands and waved, and she was about to cry, saying, "It's all the slave's fault, it has nothing to do with the young master." Sir, you punish slaves and maids...... I'm just going out to get a basin of water, and I'm going back to wash the young master's feet......"

After the girl finished speaking, everyone present, whether it was related or not, was hiding their mouths and snickering.

The piano club is such a solemn and elegant place, and it is a little maid who disturbs the piano artist, Pan Fu, who plays the piano, or uses a basin of foot washing water. Daya meets vulgarity, the scene is so wonderful, there are good deeds and thinks: "It's a basin of clean water, if you have washed your feet, things will be lively." ”

At this time, Pan Fuzi was completely enraged, and he forgot to think about how there would be irrelevant people waiting upstairs in this qin, and he could grandly call a little maid to come out to wash his feet. He thought all about it, there must be someone making trouble today, first he said that someone was sleeping soundly, just now someone interfered with him playing the piano with an inexplicable piano sound, and then he found a little girl to sweep his face.

Although it is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, it is not uncommon for various schools of the Wei Dynasty to compete with each other and smash each other. Pan Fuzi naturally thought that today's incident was related to the school rivalry, which was because the Hedong School was too famous and came to make trouble.

Pan Fuzi pointed at the girl and shouted: "Ernai worm, how can you have the qualifications to talk to this master? Let your stewards come out. ”

Pan Fuzi was a little more angry, and his tone of voice became heavier, and he didn't care if he was sven or not. Although Wen'er is a maid in the Dongwang Mansion, she has Han Jian's support behind her, and she has never been scolded like this. A cry came out, wiped away tears, turned around and pushed the door open and went in.

Everyone thought, is this a mugging escape, or go in and ask for help?

Before the crowd could stop their thoughts, they heard a voice shouting, "How can this be true! "Listen to the door!" With a kick out, a disheveled boy who didn't even wear shoes and socks rushed out with a long sword.

Although this person was young, he had a fierce face, standing in front of the door and looking around, and the person who was swept by his gaze naturally wanted to force his gaze. This momentum is that even people who are used to seeing the scene feel awe-inspiring in their hearts.

"Who is it?" The young man snorted, it was Han Jian who heard that Wen'er was bullied and came out to seek justice for Wen'er.

Han Jian was originally playing the guitar in the room, who knew that there was a piano sound that collided with his guitar sound, so he didn't have the heart to play, and he was a little tired from visiting Luoyang City in the afternoon, so he had to go to bed early. It is also natural for Wen'er to go out to fetch a basin of water and come back to wash his feet, who knows that not long after Wen'er went, she came back crying and said that she was bullied.

"That old gentleman looks so fierce when he swears...... He said that the slave is a worm, young master, what is a worm? ”

"Worms are worms......

Han Jian didn't have time to explain to Wen'er, so he picked up his sword and rushed out, he wanted to see who dared to make trouble in Cuiyang Tower. Wen'er is well-behaved and lovely, serving him with dedication, and Han Jian has long regarded her as a little sister. Outsiders bullied Wen'er, and he felt that if he didn't come forward, he would be a bad seed.

Han Jian came out with a sense of annoyance, and his eyes went around for a while, only to catch Pan Fuzi, who was covered in water as if he had just been fished out of the water, and saw Pan Fuzi's appearance of being a defeated rooster with a gray face, Han Jian couldn't help but pout, and he began to understand a little bit why Pan Fuzi wanted to be angry with a little girl.

was poured a basin of water, and he almost didn't recognize it, this is the Hedong Mingxue who is sitting in the dojo today.

"Yo! Pan Fuzi? You don't go to the public to speak, how can you come to the boundary of my Cuiyang Building and take a cool shower? Han Jian said in a sarcastic tone while laughing.

Pan Fuzi was completely angry before he saw Han Jian, and when he saw that it was the young man who slept in the dojo before, he was a little angry, and he was also thinking, where did this hairy boy come from, making trouble three times and twice?

"Who?"

"You scolded my Wen'er, apologize to her!"

"What? Let Ben apologize to a little girl......"

Pan Fuzi and Han Jian argued about who should apologize, and the voice was so loud that it woke up a girl who was falling asleep with her head down. The girl rubbed her eyes and found that the piano had stopped, and the old master who was playing the piano was covered in water, and was arguing with a son upstairs, and the quarrel was very fierce.

"This sister, what's wrong?" The girl turned her head and asked Yang Li'er.

Yang Li'er glanced at the girl and frowned again. Before she found that the girl sat next to her and slept with her head down, there are many strange things every day, she just heard that Pan Fuzi said that someone sleeps during the day, and she ran into one of the piano parties at night.

She thought to herself, since she came to listen to Pan Fuzi's piano meeting with an invitation, she is a person who has a hobby for piano art, how can a person with a hobby fall asleep on such an occasion?

"Something is wrong." In order to maintain politeness, Yang Li'er didn't wake up the girl before, and now she doesn't say anything to blame.

"Oh." The girl nodded, stretched, and looked very tired.

Han Jian and Pan Fuzi seem to be people from different worlds, they can't quarrel together, one talks about those big truths, and Han Jian can't find words to scold.

"Master Benzi doesn't care about such a shaft as you!" In the end, Pan Fuzi looked like a triumphant, with a smug face.

"You old horseman, you don't care about this son, this son still has to worry about you!" Han Jian shouted, "Wen'er, take out my son's piano, my son is in good spirits today, so I'll play a song here!" ”

The audience downstairs was full of applause, and some of them applauded, thinking that Han Jian had the courage to dare to fight with Pan Fuzi at Pan Fuzi's piano meeting, what kind of courage this is. However, more people are just just coaxing and watching the excitement, and they don't think that Han Jian's piano skills will be superb.

Everyone saw that the girl who had been scolded by Pan Fuzi before came out with a big gourd-shaped object, and then moved out a chair, and the young man held the "qin" and sat on the chair, and then began to play randomly.

Pan Fuzi was not reconciled, so he returned to the desk and played as well.

When the two kinds of piano music are noisy together, they may have their own tunes, but mixed together, no matter how good the tune is, it is also a miscellaneous play, plus the two people are fighting again, the fighting piano is not better than whose technique is superior, but whose voice is louder. In the back, everyone covered their ears, which could not be called enjoyment, but a kind of torment.

"Your uncle, I can't stand it!" In the end, Han Jian himself couldn't stand this ugly sound and threw the guitar directly to the ground.

"Poof!" The guitar was smashed in pieces.

Pan Fuzi also stopped his numb fingers, and gasped sharply, as if he had just carried out some kind of intense activity.

"Just you?" Pan Fuzi picked up the Jiao Liuqin, learned from Han Jian's appearance and fell to the ground, the strings were broken immediately, and even the strings were scattered.

"Wow!" The audience was amazed. No one knows Han Jian's piano, and even the sound is very weird, and if it is smashed, it will be smashed, and the people present will not feel distressed. But Pan Fuzi's qin, but He Wenzi's Jiao Liuqin, the world's famous qin, was smashed like this?

Even Yang Li'er felt pity for this.

But the girl upstairs was holding the smashed "strange piano" and looked sad. Everyone else thinks that this should be the love of the owner, and the master's things are good no matter how bad they are. Unbeknownst to others, Wen'er has listened to Han Jian play the guitar since she was a child, and this guitar has brought her many good memories of her childhood.

Han Jian and Pan Fuzi's piano fight seemed to end with both defeats, but when he saw Han Jian's face suddenly show a strange smile, he took out a small thing from his arms and said with a smile: "Old horseman, now that you have smashed the piano, do you still have the ability to play the stringless piano?" ”

Hearing the "stringless piano", many people present were a little interested. Anyone who knows the qin has more or less heard of the allusion to the "stringless qin", and it is said that the supreme level of qin art can play the beautiful sound on the stringless qin. More people think that this is just an illusion and sustenance, and that the stringless piano itself does not exist zài.

But I saw the young man upstairs, putting the things in his hands in front of his mouth, blowing gently, but a tone similar to the sound of the piano came out.

"Stringless?"

The audience fell silent.