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Grandmaster Wen Zhu rarely fought with others in his life, let alone with a junior.
However, Wei Jiaojiao was simply too arrogant. Not only did she look down on everyone, she even tried to kill Ouyang Ye. Thus, Grandmaster Wen Zhu decided to use this opportunity to teach her a lesson. If Wei Jiaojiao could leave, it would be a good thing for everyone in the four regions.
"You old bastard who doesn't know his place! Who do you think you are to drive me out of the Four Great Territories? "
Wei Jiaojiao was arrogant and domineering. Relying on the Thunder Cloud Branch, she didn't even put the big shots of the various sects in her eyes. How could she put Grandmaster Wen Zhu, a senior who only had a little bit of skill in music, in her eyes? If this wasn't a dao lecture, and if Ma Zhengtian didn't tell her not to fight here, Wei Jiaojiao would have killed Grandmaster Wen Zhu without hesitation.
"Miss Wei, since this is a bet, both sides naturally have to bet. I have bet my life, and I don't need Miss Wei's life. I just want Miss Wei to leave the Four Great Territories. Could it be that Miss Wei doesn't even dare to agree?"
After Grandmaster Wen Zhu finished speaking, Ouyang Ye also shouted, "Wei Jiaojiao, didn't you say that Gu Qingfeng didn't modify Sister Su 'Er's Little Blue Flower Song? Now, Grandmaster Wen Zhu wants to play it for you. What, are you afraid of losing? You don't dare to agree? "
"A bunch of deliberately mystifying fools! Do you think I'm afraid of you? "
Wei Jiaojiao was flustered and exasperated. She pointed angrily and said, "Old man, play it for me now. If you can't play it, I'll skin you alive!"
On the side, whether it was Lan Fei 'er, Shui Yunruo, Ma Zhengtian, Wang He, or everyone else, they were all shocked and in disbelief at the scene before them.
In their minds, it was impossible for that nuisance Gu Qing Feng to make the Little Green Flower Language even more profound and perfect. But even if it was impossible, Master Wen Zhu wouldn't bet his life on fighting with Wei Jiaojiao, right?
No one knew.
No one knew what was going on.
Lan Fei 'er was worried that Master Wen Zhu wouldn't be able to play well and wouldn't be able to clean up the mess when the time came. She wanted to persuade him. After all, this was all because of her. However, whenever she opened her mouth, Master Wen Zhu would always nod to her and tell her not to worry.
But … how could he not be worried?
Everyone knew that Grandmaster Wen Zhu was trying to do something impossible. It was as if Grandmaster Wen Zhu said that he could become an immortal. Was that even possible? It was obviously impossible, but Grandmaster Wen Zhu looked very confident and wanted to show everyone.
When Master Wen Zhu finished adjusting the strings and began to play, Lan Fei 'er closed her eyes. At this moment, even her breathing stopped. Even her heart stopped. She couldn't bear to watch. It was as if she was watching a person about to jump off a cliff.
The sound of the zither slowly drifted over. The graceful rhythm gradually entered the ears, like the beautiful sound of nature. It was like the wind brushing past, the flowers and plants swaying. It was also like winter leaving and spring coming, the birds chirping and the fragrance of flowers blooming.
Everyone present knew that Master Wen Zhu was playing the Fairy Su Yan's "Little Blue Flower Language".
Listening carefully, there were some differences.
It seemed to be more mysterious.
Many people could hear this, especially Lan Fei 'er, Ma Zhengtian, and the others. Little Hidden Dragon and Little Phoenix Hairpin's musical attainments were very profound. They had also studied the "Little Blue Flower Language". At this moment, listening carefully to Grandmaster Wen Zhu's "Little Blue Flower Language", it was indeed more mysterious than the "Little Blue Flower Language" written by Fairy Su Yan.
Eh?
How could this be?
Lan Fei 'er was surprised. She couldn't help but open her eyes and look over. What she saw made her completely stunned.
She had studied this "Little Blue Flower Language" before and knew very well that it was composed of more than seventy tunes. She also knew that the techniques, spiritual arts, and divine sense contained in each tune were not only perfectly integrated, but also impeccable. This was why she had always admired Su'Er.
However, at this moment, looking at Grandmaster Wen Zhu's "Little Blue Flower Language".
Lan Fei 'er couldn't believe her eyes.
She found that the "Little Blue Flower Language" played by Grandmaster Wen Zhu had not changed the structure, the tune, or even the rhythm. However, the various tunes, the techniques, spiritual arts, and divine sense contained in them had all changed. The various techniques, spiritual arts, and divine sense were interspersed with different combinations.
Moreover, it had become disorderly. It was as if several unrelated things were chaotically pieced together, but the piecing together was very neat.
It was really like this.
Lan Fei 'er couldn't believe it at all. However, she tried to deduce it in her mind. It was really neat, without any discomfort. What made her feel even more inconceivable was that not only was it neat, but it was also simpler, more perfect, and more mysterious than the "Little Blue Flower Language" written by Fairy Su Yan.
How could this be!
The shock in Lan Fei 'er's heart was already indescribable. She stood there in a daze, her eyes wide. In the field, Shui Yun Ruo, Huo Wu Chen Yue, Ma Zhengtian, Wang He, Huo Dong, Tu Gao, and the other big shots present were also shocked as if they had seen something inconceivable.
The song was over.
The originally noisy field had already become incomparably quiet.
Whether it was Little Hidden Dragon, Little Fengchai, Big Hidden Dragon, or Big Fengchai, they all looked at Grandmaster Wen Zhu in amazement.
Just now, no one believed that Grandmaster Wen Zhu could play the "Little Blue Flower Language", nor did they believe that the swindler Gu Qingfeng could modify the "Little Blue Flower Language" to be so mysterious and perfect.
When Grandmaster Wen Zhu played the modified version of the "Little Blue Flower Language", no one dared to believe it. Yes, they didn't dare to believe it, because they simply couldn't accept such an outrageous fact. This was like witnessing Grandmaster Wen Zhu become an immortal, and the one who made him become an immortal was a well-known swindler.
How could they believe it, and how could they accept it?
"I just observed on the spot and memorized the music score modified by Childe Chiyan. Although I went back to study it for a few days, now I'm just copying the original and haven't played the essence of the modified version."
Grandmaster Wen Zhu stood up and stroked his beard. Recalling the scene in the Yunxia School, he said, "That day, while drinking, Childe Chiyan just glanced at the music score casually and then modified the" Little Blue Flower Language "beyond recognition. All the more than seventy tunes were modified in a disorderly way. However, the seemingly disorderly modification made the" Little Blue Flower Language "more mysterious and perfect, and its artistic conception was also deeper."
Grandmaster Wen Zhu's words made the originally shocked audience even more incredulous.
What did he say?
Gu Qingfeng just glanced at the music score casually while drinking wine and modified the "Little Blue Flower Language"?
This was too … too outrageous, wasn't it?
"I'm afraid that Childe Chiyan's attainments in music have already reached the profound level. It's really admirable!"
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