Riding the Pheonix Chapter 639: Xun sound

The boat moved slowly along the waterway towards Tang Mansion. Bookmark this site

From time to time, a boatman will greet you on the road: "Sir, buy some flowers. The peach blossoms will help you with your luck!"

"Fishball noodles, selling fishball noodles! The most authentic fishball noodles in Yidu! It’s not fresh and doesn’t cost any money."

"Cake! Freshly baked cake!"

The man wearing a bamboo hat, buying and eating together, was full of praise: "Well, selling goods on the boat is a good idea. We don't even need to move, the boat will come over."

"This noodle is good, the soup is fresh and chewy."

“Fried cakes are also delicious and fragrant!”

"Hey, do you want to eat?"

A low laugh came from the cabin: "If you don't eat, you have to keep your stomach for the wedding banquet."

"Oh, I almost forgot, I won't buy it if I don't buy it."

The man leaned against the bow of the boat, drinking and talking to the people inside.

"You've managed your time very well. You didn't come even a day earlier and had to go back in time for the wedding banquet. Why, you don't want to go home so much?"

"It's nothing unthinkable, it's just a coincidence." The people in the cabin were talking lazily and seemed to be fiddling with something in their hands, making intermittent whining sounds.

"This little uncle of yours seems to be a year or two younger than you? He is already married, how about you?"

"What about me? I don't fight with him."

The man wearing a bamboo hat said: "Don't change the topic, I don't believe that the Tang family is not worried about your marriage."

A laugh came from the cabin: "As a cosmopolitan as I am, how can I marry someone and come back to stay alone in my empty house?"

The man thought thoughtfully: "Is it possible that you don't want to come back because you are afraid of being forced into marriage? Oh, it's rare that the Second Young Master Tang is also afraid of something."

The people in the cabin did not argue with him and started blowing intermittently again.

The sound sounded more real, it seemed to be Xun.

The boat was getting closer and closer to the Tang Mansion, and the sound of celebration came over. The man wearing a bamboo hat sighed: "As expected of the first family in Southern Chu, with a bustling house and a cloud of guests!"

The cabin was still blowing slowly and leisurely, but there was no response.

The man said: "Your reaction is really cold, you don't seem to take it seriously?"

"Flowers bloom brightly, and fire cooks oil. Who knows how long it will flourish?"

The man teased: "You are so open-minded, why don't you become a monk?"

The person in the cabin said leisurely: "If you have a pure heart, why do you need to become a monk? Taoist Master Jin, you are already in good shape!"

The man wearing a hat laughed loudly: "What you said makes sense."

The Tang Mansion was right in front of us, and the boatman asked: "Sir, do you want to go ashore?"

The cabin said: "No, cross the bridge in front and go to Yangliu Bay."

"Okay!"

The boatman agreed, turned across the waterway, and entered a small bay that was only about ten feet wide.

Weeping willows on both sides of the bank are like shades, shaded by white walls, and the night is quiet.

And separated by a wall is the Tang Mansion, the busiest place in Yidu tonight.

"Stop."

"Yes."

The boat swayed to a stop, and the boatman jumped ashore and tied the cable to the willow tree.

The man wearing a bamboo hat saw that he had no intention of getting off the boat, so he asked: "Aren't you going in?"

A slow chuckle came from inside: "I'm really embarrassed to be late for my uncle's wedding banquet, so let's give him a gift first."

"Oh?"

There was no longer any response in the cabin, replaced by a continuous sound of xun.

The xun is an ancient musical instrument with a long and low sound, which naturally has a desolate meaning.

When it sounds on the bank of willows, my ears are full of nostalgia.

Taoist priest Jin, who was wearing a bamboo hat, stretched out his legs and rested his arms on his head. He looked up at the moon and sneered in his heart.

On the wedding day, I congratulated him with the sound of a xun. I really believed his evil deeds!

If it weren't for one of my own family members, I wouldn't have rushed out and blown his head off!

The sound of the Xun was not loud, especially outdoors. However, the sound of the Xun spread farther and farther, gradually drifting into the Tang Mansion. Even the noisy people at the wedding banquet could not cover it up.

……

In the library, Ji Xiaowu heard the sound of the xun and wondered: "Is this the xun? Someone is playing the xun? How strange! Does this person have any grudge against the Tang family on this happy day?"

Mingwei listened carefully, and after a while, he smiled and said: "It's not that I have any grudges, I should be here to express my congratulations."

"Huh?"

She stopped answering, but picked up her flute and joined in the playing.

The sound of the flute is quiet and melodious, which wonderfully neutralizes the desolation in the sound of the xun, making it longer and more delicate, tender and full of knots.

Taoist Master Jin exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, someone is responding to your xun sound? Is it someone from the Tang Dynasty?"

The sound of the xun paused slightly and continued to play.

He did not respond, but changed the tune, as if he wanted to shake off the sound of the flute.

The moment the sound of the xun changed, Mingwei had a slight smile on his lips and chose to follow.

In the following tunes, the two seem to be in harmony and confrontation, sometimes entangled and sometimes in opposition, just like a pair of enemies, separated and reunited.

When the sound of the xun entered the Tang Mansion, Tang Xi, who was entertaining guests, was startled.

"What is this sound?" A nephew of the Tang family shouted, "Why does it sound so desolate and desolate? It's so depressing! Come find someone and drive them away!"

"That's it! It's a big day, doesn't this bring bad luck to us?"

The servant quickly responded: "Look for me right away, little one!"

"Slow down." Tang Xi stopped him, "I'll listen first."

Although the sound of the xun is desolate, every syllable is soft and round, as if someone is talking.

The more Tang Xi listened, the more delighted he became, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the inner hall.

"Hey, Uncle Ten!" The nephew of the Tang family who was accompanying the guests was puzzled.

However, since Uncle Shi didn’t say to arrest anyone, he won’t arrest him.

Tang Xi quickly walked into the inner hall: "Mother!"

Mrs. Tang, who was talking to a group of noble ladies, was surprised: "If you are not entertaining guests in front, what are you doing here?"

Tang Xi's face was full of joy: "Listen to the sound of the xun!"

Mrs. Tang was stunned for a moment. No one spoke in the inner hall, and the sound of the xun slowly came in.

As she listened, a look of excitement gradually appeared on her face.

"Xiao Shi, this voice, this voice is..."

"It's Erlang's song! He's back!"

Mrs. Tang was extremely happy: "Okay, okay! This kid, I know he won't come back when you get married."

"I came before anyone else~IndoMTL.com~This is a congratulatory gift!" Tang Xi said with a smile on his face, "This kid is a good boy and came to apologize first."

Mrs. Tang smiled happily and went outside with her cane, hoping to hear more clearly.

When the female guests heard that this was the sound of the second son of the Tang Dynasty, they were extremely curious.

The second son of the Tang family is also very talented. However, he does not seem to be dedicated. He is not as good as Tang Xi in literature and not as good as Tang Luo in martial arts, so his reputation is slightly inferior.

I heard that since he was a teenager, he has been traveling around the country and has made his home all over the world. Now that I am over 20, I have no intention of getting married and settling down.

This temperament is too unruly. If he can be like the Tenth Master Tang and the First Young Master Tang, he will be a good son-in-law.

What a pity, what a pity.

……

Wen Xiuyi was talking to Shi Qing when she heard the sound of the xun.

"Senior brother, it's senior brother who's back!" She grabbed Shi Qing's sleeve with a look of surprise on her face.

Shi Qing's face darkened and he said: "The second young master and the tenth master have always been good friends, so naturally they will come back to congratulate him."

Wen Xiuyi's face was full of happiness: "Yes! And we are back too. Senior brother should come back to see us no matter what."

Shi Qing stopped talking.

Wen Xiuyi didn't need him to answer the phone either.

She couldn't hide the smile on her face as she listened to the sound of the xun.

While listening, a flute suddenly sounded, joining the music.

Wen Xiuyi was stunned for a moment and then got angry: "It's that woman! Shameless, she hooked up with Master Shi, does she still want to hook up with senior brother? I'll teach her a lesson!"

"Hey!" Shi Qing wanted to catch her, but Wen Xiuyi had already ran out.

But before she could get to the bottom of the library, a large firework exploded overhead, making it dazzlingly colorful.