Chapter 161： Mr. meaning

After the martial arts hall.

Yi Feng sat on the stool, and while he was bored watching Wu Yonghong and the three of them work, they chatted one after another.

"Ouch!"

This is the dog lying at Yi Feng's feet, sneezing several times.

"It's raining when a dog sneezes!"

Yi Feng sighed slightly, subconsciously said a proverb from a previous life, then got up and walked into the martial arts hall, and found a broken umbrella from the pile of junk.

"You three keep this umbrella first, in case it really rains, you can respond to emergencies!" Yi Feng threw the umbrella to Wu Yonghong and the three who were working.

"gentlemen!"

Wu Yonghong and the three suddenly looked at Yi Feng in shock.

If they remember correctly, the umbrella here is the imperial treasure left by Ning Xuanwu that day, and it is also one of the treasures of his Xuanwu sect.

Just like that, throw it to them?

"Sir, it's not good to give us this precious thing like this?" Wu Yonghong said embarrassedly.

"Precious things?"

Yi Feng smiled helplessly and said, "What kind of valuable thing is this? It's just a broken umbrella. You help me with my work. What's the matter with the umbrella when it rains?"

"Just a broken umbrella?"

Wu Yonghong and the three were shocked.

After all, this is also a treasure at the royal level. Although they also have a few pieces on them, they are usually used to press the bottom of the box. In the eyes of the gentleman, it is even worse than tattered?

But if you think about it, even the hoes and shovels they use are holy-grade things. In the eyes of the gentleman, the royal-grade things are probably nothing.

However, I don't know if it was because the proverb was so accurate, the sky did get darker.

It seems that it will rain soon.

Although he knows that Mr.'s means can turn clouds and rains, but remembering the situation of Mr. entering the world and comprehending life, Wu Yonghong couldn't help but ask: "It's just that Mr. gave us the umbrella, what do you use for yourself?"

"I?"

Yi Feng smiled, these old men are really cute.

A broken umbrella is a courtesy. He really needs an umbrella. Can't he just buy one wherever he goes?

So, he smiled at these old men: "You don't have to worry about me, you will have an umbrella when you really need it."

"Naturally?"

Several old men looked at each other, and always felt that there was some deep meaning in the words of Mr.

However, it felt too profound and unpredictable.

So, they didn't think any more, hesitated slightly, and took the umbrella.

"Thank you sir."

Several people thanked them respectfully.

Look at the sky.

Although it was gloomy and dark, it was uncertain in this autumn, so Yi Feng did not rush into the room, but took out the guitar, also wanting to improve his proficiency in "qin".

After all, if you are here, you can chat with these old men in the spare time of playing the piano. When you play well, you may be able to make these old men praise them. This is like lying in the martial arts hall alone against the wall Much more comfortable.

After thinking about it, the song "Farewell" from the previous life slowly played out.

As Yi Feng's qin sound fell, the bodies of the old men who were hoeing the ground suddenly trembled, and they hurriedly turned their frantic gazes over.

"Sir's voice."

"It actually contains such a strong musical intent!?"

Wu Yonghong and several old men stared, even people like them who didn't know anything about the piano could feel the meaning of the piano.

At the same time, Lu Dasheng, who was carrying the feces, also braked suddenly, and he didn't even care that he almost fell into the cesspool, and hurriedly looked over.

this time.

Almost everyone put down their work and looked at Yi Feng motionless, not even breathing loudly, for fear of destroying the sound.

After a long, long time...

Yi Feng's palm, which waved the strings, stopped.

Wu Yonghong and the others have endless aftertastes, and cast their eyes with reverence, because they all had a lot of insights, or moods, or exercises from the sound of the piano just now...

It's great to be here sir!

Not to mention a sacred treasure, one can also get other gifts from Mr.

For example, royal treasures, Qin Yi...

However, compared to the emotion of Wu Yonghong and others, Lu Dasheng almost shed tears.

They all work for Yi Feng. Wu Yonghong and the others have all kinds of benefits. However, what he does is the hardest, most tiring, and the dirtiest.

to today.

He finally got a little bit of benefit from it.

Finally, there is a feeling of keeping the clouds open and seeing the moon, which makes people want to cry!

"Mr.'s piano sound is really amazing, and I can't help but immerse myself in it!"

"Yeah, if I can listen to Mr.'s song, I'm just waiting for Hong Fu."

At this time, Wu Yonghong and the others couldn't help but let out various voices of admiration towards Yi Feng.

"Hey, calm down."

Yi Feng waved his hand. Although he didn't intend to express it, it was a pleasant feeling that the things he popped out could be recognized by others.

"Ding: Congratulations to Qin's promotion to the world's peerless!"

At this moment, the voice of the system came from his mind, making Yi Feng slightly happy.

Huangtian lived up to his hard work. After so many days of practice, he was finally promoted.

Then let's get some more songs, shall we?

Yi Feng thought to himself, while thinking about what song to play next.

At this moment, the sky suddenly filled with a thick layer of demonic energy, and at the same time, two figures with strong aura came from the sky.

Soon, they came to the sky above the martial arts hall.