Chapter 19 A True Guqin Master

"He Chen, what's wrong?"

Sheng Yunyi noticed his distraction and raised her head.

The sound of the guqin came from the second room on the third floor, as clear as a mountain spring and as ethereal as the chirping of a bird in a deep valley.

Zhou Hechen looked dazed and sighed: "This guqin sound reminds me of the days when I lived in Nancheng when I was a child. I have heard it before..."

He didn't say anything more.

When he was born, the monks of Hualun Temple said that he had a calamity in his life and needed to be raised in the countryside to avoid it.

So he grew up with his grandmother in Nancheng since he was a child and was taken back to Jiangcheng when he was ten years old.

Nancheng has a rich cultural atmosphere, and craftsmen can be seen everywhere on the streets. After years of exposure, he also loves classical music and cultural relics.

Sheng Yunyi smiled: "Then I will go up with you to see which famous artist it is."

"You still understand me." Zhou Hechen also smiled.

The two went upstairs together.

With Yan Tingfeng's hearing ability, he knew everything as early as when Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi stepped onto the first step.

He closed his eyes, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in the corners of his eyes: "I don't see anyone."

Rong Yu was still confused: "Huh?"

He was confused for more than ten seconds, until the door was knocked, he understood what Yan Tingfeng meant.

Rong Yu didn't want to pay attention at first, but the person outside the door was obviously very persistent, and knocked several more times, so he opened the door and said irritably: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Hechen just wanted to know who was playing the guqin, but the door was blocked by Rong Yu tightly, and he could only catch a glimpse of the blue skirt embroidered with golden dragon patterns.

Rong Yu: "What are you looking at? Who are you?"

Zhou Hechen's eyes suddenly turned fierce: "You——"

"Sir, I'm so sorry." Sheng Yunyi held Zhou Hechen's hand in time and smiled warmly, "It's just that we don't know which famous artist is playing the guqin. He and I both like classical music and want to visit."

Rong Yu was very cold: "No, get out!"

"Bang!"

The door was ruthlessly closed.

Zhou Hechen's expression also completely turned cold, and his hand slammed heavily on the wall.

Will someone in Jiangcheng not know him?

"Hechen, don't be angry, it's your own body that is hurt." Sheng Yunyi comforted, "Art masters are more or less tempered, go back and check which famous artist is in Jiangcheng recently, and it won't be too late for us to visit."

Zhou Hechen exhaled slowly, and his heart calmed down: "Okay, listen to you."

"Let's go to the exhibition first." Sheng Yunyi took his arm, and the two left.

In the lounge, the sound of the piano flowed, endlessly.

The sound of the piano was ethereal, but it made people think of a strong stream, breaking through layers of mountains and finally flowing into the vast sea, breaking the stubborn rocks together with the storm.

After an unknown amount of time, the piano sound ended and the waves stopped.

"Is it done?" Rong Yu seemed to have just woken up from a long dream, and he was still a little confused.

He had also listened to many classical music concerts, but this was the first time he was still not satisfied.

"Well." Ye Wanlan put down the piano and nodded, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Where are you going, Miss Ye?" Yan Tingfeng coughed and smiled slightly, "I'll see you off, Miss Ye."

Ye Wanlan turned around and looked at him quietly for three seconds, raising her eyebrows: "Okay, you go drive, I'll wait for you."

Looking at the girl's back, Rong Yu winked and asked: "Brother, do you like her?"

Yan Tingfeng blinked and smiled gently, and every word was full of affection: "I like her, I like her very much."

Rong Yu broke out in a cold sweat.

Why does he feel that this is the kind of love that wants to make the other person into a specimen?

He wrapped his clothes tightly with trepidation.

Originally, he only had to deal with one madman, Yan Tingfeng, but now there are two. Not only that, his brother has become even crazier because of the madman Ye Wanlan.

He really can't stay in this world anymore!

**

At nine o'clock in the evening, Ye Wanlan met Cheng Qingli and brought a cup of her favorite milk tea as usual.

"Sister Lan, it's so late today, where are we going?"

"Today we're going to find our fashion design director."

Cheng Qingli subconsciously said, "Which club?"

"No." Ye Wanlan looked into the distance, "He's in Xiaojinshan."

Xiaojinshan is a wild mountain east of Jiangcheng, where racing enthusiasts often gather.

Especially on starless and moonless nights, it is a gathering place for madmen.

When the two arrived at the bottom of the mountain, many people had already entered the mountain. The roar of cars came, and the carnival had begun on the top of the mountain.

Cheng Qingli suddenly said, "Wow, Sister Lan, someone is cosplaying here! Let me search which white-haired character it is!"

Ye Wanlan looked over and unexpectedly found that it was someone she knew.

Yan Tingfeng was leaning against the front of the car in a black leather jacket. His long white hair was eye-catching. His expression was indifferent, but his phoenix eyes were full of light and had a faint smile.

But this smile was not bottomless, and the depths of his pupils were still cold.

Many people came and went looking at him, amazed by his beautiful face, but no one dared to approach him.

Ye Wanlan narrowed his eyes.

This is a very strange man.

Seeing him in the daytime is like warm sunshine, gentle and elegant.

Meeting him at night is like the dark tide of the abyss, unpredictable and unpredictable.

Looking like a fairy, but like a demon at heart.

How could a person's personality be split into two halves?

He turned his head to see her, his eyebrows and eyes were still faint, as if he didn't know her.

When he saw her eyes were fixed on his hair, he suddenly smiled and walked towards her.

"Wig." Yan Tingfeng stroked a strand of white hair and asked, "Doesn't it look good?"

This is his real hair, and he usually takes medicine to cover it up.

History books will not record everything, and many famous people are only mentioned briefly.

The six major sects have a great influence in history, but they are ultimately forces in the underworld. The court will not know the past of the underworld, let alone his secrets.

Ye Wanlan said, "It looks good. I am a white-hair control."

Yan Tingfeng paused, and for the first time raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What?"

Ye Wanlan also raised his hand and hooked a strand of white hair: "When I see white hair, I want to bully him and see him cry."

The murderous intent condensed in an instant!

But the next second, Yan Tingfeng suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes curved, his voice clear and moving: "Miss Ye, you are really interesting. You come here so late, aren't you afraid of someone dying?"

Ye Wanlan looked at him: "What about you?"

"Me?" Yan Tingfeng stopped laughing again, but his voice was gentle, "I like to see people die."

Xiaojin Mountain is extremely steep, and the mountain road was pressed out by racing enthusiasts.

Tourists who come here will only watch the sunrise and sunset at the Jinshan Hotel, and normal people will not enter the mountain.

So when she saw Ye Wanlan, Sheng Yunyi was very surprised. She didn't think about it and contacted Zhou Hechen directly.

"Hechen, I saw Miss Ye here at Xiaojin Mountain." She said very embarrassedly, "She is with a few hooligans who play racing. They have already gone in. If she gets drunk and something happens at night... Even if she gets angry with you, it's a bit too much."

Brother Yan: I want to hear her answer. If I'm not satisfied, I'll kill her.

Sister Lan: Bully Baimao and make him cry.

Brother Yan:?

Three hundred years ago, Brother Yan didn't like Sister Lan. They had never met. Sister Lan didn't like Brother Yan either. It's not that she didn't like him, it's just that it wasn't between a man and a woman. They were heroes who admired each other.

After all, at that time, only the other person was qualified to be their opponent. It's not enough to define them as a man and a woman~

Currently, Brother Yan is in a state where he is very interested in Sister Lan but also wants to kill her very much