Chapter 235

"Old devil, dare you see the real chapter under your hand? Look who we are. Don't think your sound wave skill can be invincible in the world!"

"OK, then you can go together. I'll use one hand and use one more. I'll lose!"

"You..."

"Well, stop arguing. If you really want to fight, fight with me!"

The four worshippers and Mo Shaoqiu couldn't see each other, tit for tat. They were about to dry, but they were stopped by Yang Feng.

With Yang Feng's strength and current prestige, neither Mo Shaoqiu nor those worshippers dared to make a mistake in front of him. After clenching their teeth, they swallowed all their anger into their stomach and stopped shouting.

Yang Feng glanced at them and smiled naturally.

"Four worshippers, master Mo is a guest after all. No matter how prejudiced you are against master Mo, you shouldn't be rude to the guest and lose etiquette."

"Elder Mo, just now four of my family were rude and bumped into the elder. Yang is here to make amends to the elder. I hope the elder will forgive me!"

With that, Yang Feng stood up straight, bowed to Mo Shaoqiu and saluted the virtuous corporal.

Seeing this, Mo Shaoqiu didn't dare to neglect it. He got up quickly and worshipped Yang Feng more.

After all, with Yang Feng's strength here, he could be so respectful to him. He also had a warm current flowing through his heart. He said with a sweat: "great Xia Yang is as open-minded as a valley. Mo is ashamed!"

"Master Mo, you're welcome. Please sit down!"

With a smile, Yang Feng invited Mo Shaoqiu back to his seat and said faintly, "since master Mo doesn't want to be the enemy of the ghost king, let's not talk about the ghost king. Let's talk about master Mo's mind."

"What's on my mind?"

"Yes, master Mo is a third-order master of martial arts. He actually plays music for a little girl in the brothel. Is he interested in that little girl?"

With a slight eyebrow, Yang Feng smiled and said, "but it's wrong. As a senior Mo, don't you even have money to raise a little girl? Why let her sing in the brothel?"

"There must be a bigger conspiracy!"

Hearing this, the great sacrifice on one side was directly arbitrary.

Mo Shaoqiu glanced at him coldly. Instead of looking at him, he smiled at Yang Feng and said, "great Xia Yang, I don't know. I don't play music in the brothel for women. I know that little girl for only a few months. I don't know much about her, let alone have any unreasonable thoughts."

"Oh? I'm not a woman in the brothel. Why?"

"For the way of music!"

"Music? Music?"

"Good!"

As soon as the corners of his mouth turned up, Mo Shaoqiu strolled on his face and said, "Mo has no hobbies in his life, but likes to listen to wonderful sounds. In the eyes of ordinary people, the brothel seems to be a place for men and women to have fun. But you can't deny that from ancient times to now, the occasional witty words of many talents and beauties have taken place in the brothel."

"This place is full of love between men and women, joys and sorrows, all kinds of people, all kinds of songs, and many poets and poets, leaving good sentences. I look at the warmth and coldness of human relations here, laugh and laugh, helpless and indifferent. Every emotion lingers in my ears with a melodious song. I don't want to break this natural and comfortable environment, so I keep a low profile Pretend to be a musician and feel everything in it! "

At this point, Mo Shaoqiu closed his eyes deeply and seemed to be immersed in his own imagination.

Yang Feng stared at him tightly and nodded clearly.

I see. He is a composer looking for inspiration in the brothel!

It seems that he is a music enthusiast and loves music very much, so it's easy to do. Knowing his interests and hobbies, I can't believe him from this point.

A fine light flashed in his eyes, and Yang Feng said with a light smile: "it turns out that elder Mo has a good childhood. No wonder I look at your temperament, I am very elegant and full of artistic bacteria!"

"Ah?"

"Er, no, it's an artistic cell!"

"Art cell?"

Mo Shaoqiu still didn't understand. Yang Feng didn't bother to explain again. He just said solemnly, "but master Mo, if one day there is no music in the world, what should you do?"

"How could it be? How could the world lose music?"

"Absolutely possible!"

Mo Shaoqiu brushed his lips in disapproval. When he heard the Arabian Nights, Yang Feng nodded very solemnly and shouted, "when the ghost King Black Ghost tree is resurrected, it is the day of hell. In hell, a place full of human wails, do you think there will be music?"

His face changed slightly, and Mo Shaoqiu stopped talking.

Yang Feng looked at him deeply and asked, "what would you do if I put a spell on you now so that you can no longer take musical instruments and hear music in the future?"

"Then you might as well kill me!" his face was tight. A trace of fear flashed in Mo Shaoqiu's eyes. There was no previous calm and elegance. It seemed that he was really afraid of Yang summit's doing so, because Yang Feng had this strength.

Yang Feng's eyes were slightly hissed, and he was happy because he had found Mo Shaoqiu's weakness: "so, music is more important than your life?"

"What's the point of my living without music?"

"Yes, music is more important than life in your heart. Now the ghost king wants to destroy it, can you really sit back and watch?"

"But I..."

Clenching his teeth tightly, Mo Shaoqiu hesitated: "after all, he saved my life. Even if I don't help him, I can't hurt him. It's moral."

"You are just a little righteousness. Once the black soul tree is resurrected, it will poison all the people in the world. You..."

"Enough!"

Hearing his words, the great sacrifice immediately refuted the righteous words, but Yang Feng stopped directly and said loudly: "Morality is morality. There is no difference between big and small. The ghost king saved his life. The ghost king wants to poison the world. People all over the world can scold the ghost king, but he can't. because the ghost king is sorry to the whole world, but he's not sorry to him, so he has no right to scold the ghost king. That's righteousness!"

He nodded slightly. Mo Shaoqiu looked at Yang Feng with more respect.

Because unlike those decent people, Yang Feng always blames them from the commanding height of morality, but can fully understand their principles of life.

Mo Shaoqiu was deeply impressed by his heart and understanding.

"But!"

But soon, Yang Feng turned around and looked at Mo Shaoqiu and said, "although I haven't seen the horror of the black soul tree, I heard that the black soul tree will suck the human soul and print the black soul on the race. It has been spreading to the outside world and can turn all the creatures in the world into ghosts. At that time, the whole ten empires will be Senluo hell."

"There are no people, no laughter, no sorrow, no joy, no brothel, no place where men and women love each other, and no music. All the beauty in the world will disappear. Master Mo, you say that without music, you have no meaning to live. That is to say, music is more important than your life. Although the ghost king saved your life, he wants to put you in such a place In a boring world, is this kindness or hatred? "

Yang Feng spoke with both voice and emotion. Mo Shaoqiu also shook his eyebrows, and his face gradually sank, as if thinking.

"It's righteous for you to live and die for the help of the ghost king, but what have you done for your favorite music? Can you stand idly by when your music is about to be destroyed by the ghost king? If so, how can you say that music is more important than your life?"

"Enough!"

Touch!

Suddenly, Mo Shaoqiu finally got angry with a hard punch on the table. His eyes were burning with anger and said, "ghost king, you dare to destroy my way of music. I will never let you go!"

Is that right? It's not in vain.

Hearing what he said, Yang Feng shrugged and smiled.

Done!

From now on, we finally have a general who can take action, ha ha!