Gao Wu Daming: Dressed as a court eagle dog

Chapter 55

Also.

Even if you have a relationship, you shouldn't come to a thousand households, it's just to read a pornographic book, it's not worth it...

Yang Linqing felt relieved, straightened his clothes, and said, "In terms of timbre, the bamboo flute is the best. The batch over there is the high-quality one just sent from Huainan, but it's a bit expensive, so you have to be prepared."

Zhang Chengfeng explained in a low voice: "The Yang family in Huainan, the ancestors used to be the guest ministers of the chess and sword Yuefu, and they inherited it. They formed a school of their own. The swordsmanship and rhythm are good. They are considered to have real talents and learning. They are among the top in Huainan."

"Hey Hey hey."

Yang Linqing was dissatisfied: "What do you mean by 'counting'? We really do!"

Cao Jinxing was surprised, and looked him up and down: "Then why are you still..." In such a state of desperation.It's not too low in terms of cultivation.

"cough!"

Yang Linqing's face was a little unnatural, and he changed the subject abruptly: "Besides the bamboo flute, there are a few more..."

Zhang Chengfeng chuckled: "Because this kid is so cowardly, he treats his widow..."

"Zhang Chengfeng!"

Yang Linqing became impatient, rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush out: "Don't make me beat you bastard!"

"okay!"

Zhang Chengfeng said impatiently: "Isn't it just that stupid thing? Everyone in Huainan knows, what happened to so many people? You didn't do anything, at most you just had a bad mind, what are you afraid of?"

"..."

Yang Linqing nana: "That can't be nonsense..."

"Who is talking nonsense? Isn't this the truth?"

"..."

Zhang Chengfeng silenced Yang Linqing with one word.

Cao Jinxing looked at the two of them and shook his head helplessly: "Don't provoke him. Pick the flute, pick the flute."

The two obviously know each other and have a close relationship, Zhang Chengfeng just teased him with such a joke, Cao Jinxing is not interested in other people's family affairs, so he quickly got back to the topic.

"The bamboo flute is too brittle, I want a harder one, so it won't break when touched."

"That's the bone flute, the iron flute."

Yang Linqing raised his head and said to the bamboo basket in the corner: "Those are all randomly collected, just pick them at will."

Dizi have existed since ancient times, and there are many kinds, such as bone flute, jade flute, tooth flute, iron flute, copper flute and so on.

Among them, the bamboo flute has the most positive tone and the best effect.

The Yang family in Huainan regards the bamboo flute as the orthodox, established their family with the bamboo flute, and is an expert in making bamboo flutes. Relatively, they don't pay much attention to other categories.

"No wonder people took away the jade flute... This guy treats flutes made of other materials like shoes."

Cao Jin walked to the bamboo basket and flipped through it casually.

For him, the flute is just an auxiliary, firstly it must be hard enough, secondly it must be portable, the smaller the better.

Soon, he found a short, thin bone flute from under the bamboo basket, which was white and cold.

Holding it in the hand is like holding an ice edge, which is the same as the decoration material on the surface of Xue Po scabbard.

"The bones of the North Sea Flood Shark..."

He doesn't know other materials, but this material is often worn, so he is very clear.

The North Sea Jiaosha is a very rare animal. It is different from the hibernation of ordinary animals. It "summerizes" and only appears in the middle of winter. It lives under the glacier and can breathe out extremely cold air.

Its bones are extremely hard, and the bone quality is special. It can instill ice-type internal force, which is very rare.

Cao Jinxing tried to inject internal energy, and the whole flute began to emit a faint ice-blue light.

"good……"

Cao Jinxing is very satisfied, but after inputting the internal force, there are some small scratches on the surface, which should be scratched by sharp knives, all over the body of the flute one by one, like words...

Word……

Ok?
Cao Jinxing increased his internal strength, put the slightly shiny flute in front of his eyes, and looked carefully, his pupils shrank slightly.

the other side.

Zhang Chengfeng was chatting with Yang Linqing.

"Why are you getting involved with Jin Yiwei?" Yang Linqing covered his face with a book and whispered.

Zhang Chengfeng really wanted to say, he could hear him, but he didn't bother to say more to this bastard: "He is my elder brother, he saved my father."

Yang Linqing came to a sudden: "Oh, no wonder..."

Zhang Chengfeng glanced at the bamboo basket: "I don't have a long memory. I forgot the last time someone bought the sapphire flute for five taels of silver? How dare you throw it away."

Yang Linqing said angrily: "It was a coincidence last time, who would have thought that an idiot would stuff a sapphire flute into a sandalwood! I have carefully read this batch when I received it, there is no way this kind of thing will happen again! I still want to pick up my master's Leo, it's impossible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Jinxing held up his flute and asked, "How much is this?"

Yang Linqing glanced at it: "The bone of the North Sea Jiaosha is made of a special material. When it was collected, it was ten taels of silver. You..."

He originally wanted to say that it is enough for you to give me some meaning, but Cao Jinxing smiled and threw 15 taels directly: "By the way, I have a question."

"You said."

For the sake of 15 taels of silver, Yang Linqing was willing to explain his doubts.

"What is "Song of Besieged City in the Snowy Region"?"

Cao Jinxing asked.

"The famous song of the Tang Dynasty has been lost."

Yang Linqing was familiar with these things, and talked lazily and eloquently: "It is said that it was made by Ye Jingneng, the celestial master. The style of the song is strong and the artistic conception is extremely cold. He once played this song in the Tang Palace and competed with the monks. Seven inches of snow fell in front of the hall, and the monks were frozen into ice sculptures! It's admirable! It's a pity that there is no music score handed down from generation to generation, and even the information is pitiful..."

At the end, Yang Linqing suddenly realized.

its not right!
This information is only recorded in miscellaneous books, and he has a little impression of his extensive knowledge. How could this beginner know such an obscure piece...

He slowly raised his head and looked at the bone flute, with a look of astonishment and astonishment in his eyes.

No way……

"I see."

Cao Jinxing played with the piccolo, scanned the words on it, and nodded: "Ye Jingneng, the author of "The Ice Jue", is really destined...Okay, I got it, thank you for your guidance. Chengfeng, let's go."

He put the piccolo in his waist and walked outside.

"Hmm...puh ha ha ha!"

Zhang Chengfeng was extremely intelligent, seeing what he didn't know about this scene, he couldn't help laughing when he stood up, and patted Yang Linqing on the shoulder:

"Old Yang, if I were you, I would go to the temple to burn incense and get rid of bad luck! In less than a month, I missed twice, and the loss was bigger each time. You really belong to me."

"..."

Yang Linqing wanted to cry but had no tears.

He slapped himself hard, watching Cao Jinxing's back gradually going away, as if watching countless white money falling into other people's pockets.

My "Song of Besieged City in the Snowy Region" is priceless, and it sold for 15 taels...

……

No matter how regretful Yang Linqing was, Cao Jinxing took the flute home and started his half-month surprise study.

The next few days were pretty normal.

Cao Jinxing sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day, goes to the imperial prison to do his mao, and learns the rhythm with Xu Quan until he gets off work.

When he was free, Lu Kunlun would come to him for a drink, but within a few days, there was a letter from Junshan, asking him to return to the head of the beggar gang as soon as possible.

Cao Jinxing didn't ask what was the specific matter.

On the day Lu Kunlun left, Cao Jinxing saw him off on horseback, and then returned to the imperial prison to continue learning the rhythm and began to practice "Song of Besieging the Snowy Land".

In addition, there were several dinner invitations hosted by Huang's family in the ghost market, but he thought it was troublesome and didn't go.

Until No.13 days.

Liu Zhenyuan urgently called him back to Zhen Fusi.

"Save the remaining two days for the next time. Urgent military affairs, the Miao people's rebellion in Laer Mountain, Yunnan, Guizhou, and the Five Poison Sect are also involved! Please take people there quickly, support the army, and quell the rebellion!"

"Rebellion... Five Poison Sect?"

Cao Jinxing raised his head abruptly.

How could they be involved!

"The exact circumstances are unclear."

Liu Zhenyuan said: "However, it has been confirmed that the Five Poison Sect Zuo Guardian is among the rebels. You must be careful on this trip, Gu Yanzhu is waiting for you in Yunnan and Guizhou."

Gu Yanzhu, one of the four hundred families who went to Crouching Tiger Mountain to assassinate the bandit leader.

Cao Jinxing remembered.

"Yes."

He cupped his fists to accept the order, lamenting in his heart, my vacation is gone so soon...

(End of this chapter)