Chapter 114

"Xiao Jian, have you really decided? Can you really play the complete Guangling San?"

Xiao yu'er blinked, some uncertain. On the other hand, mu Qingxue was very considerate in making tea and adding fragrance to Xiao Jian.

"Don't worry. Have you seen me suffer in their hands?"

The Xiao family is quite confident. When Xiao Chien said this, Xiao yu'er thought about it. It seems that his brother has never suffered a loss in the hands of his second and third uncles.

On the contrary, his second and third uncles were jointly played by Xiao Jian and mu Qingxue some time ago, not to mention how sour and refreshing.

"Come on, one, two, three, up!"

At the bottom of the martial arts field, Xiao Mengsheng gave an order, and hundreds of separated children worked together to move such a big guy. Even Xiao Mengsheng and Xiao Zhendong had to catch up.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, the white bone battle platform finally left the ground, but it was still very difficult to carry it away.

It's hard, but it's not that you can't move!

"Miso..."

At this time, Xiao Jian plucked the strings, and a burst of music spread. As soon as the music came out, it seemed that everyone's heartstrings were stirred.

The separated children carrying the white bone battle platform were originally very tense psychologically. At the moment, as soon as the sound of the piano came out, they seemed to be disturbed. The originally tightened heartstrings suddenly loosened, and the white bone battle platform that had been lifted hit the ground heavily.

Xiao Chien just plucked the strings and was not in a hurry to continue playing. It was just a tune.

Mrs. Miaoyin on the stand is talking to the two old people next to her.

"This tune is really Guangling San!"

Qu Xin heard the sound, nodded and said.

"Moreover, his playing technique seems strange!"

Qu Mu took a look at Xiao Jian's technique of plucking strings, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He was a little confused. The main stand is not far from the stand where Xiao Jian is sitting, and the main stand is higher. You can see how Xiao Jian plays at this time.

"Indeed, let's have a look first!"

Mrs. Miaoyin also nodded and opened her mouth. She looked at Xiao Jian again and paid attention to Xiao Jian's every move.

"Shit, what are you doing? Why do you suddenly let go and want to kill labor and capital, don't you?"

For a moment, he felt that all the pressure was in his hands. If he hadn't stopped in time, he might have been smashed into meat patties.

"I'm all focused. Don't leave any force. After you get this thing back, you'll be rewarded!"

Xiao Mengsheng also frowned slightly and said, at this time, he felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell where it was.

"Come on, try harder, one, two, three! Get up!"

Xiao Zhendong shouted slogans again, and those separated children worked together. With this effort, the white bone battle platform was indeed lifted.

Just at this time, Xiao Jian's piano sound came again. The dreamy piano sound lingered in his ears, making everyone feel a little psychedelic.

"Hmm? This is really Guangling San!"

Mrs. Miaoyin was surprised. She didn't expect that the waste young master of the Xiao family could play the piano and spread in Guangling. It sounded like a good rhythm.

It seems that the waste of the Xiao family is not as waste as rumored.

"It is, and it plays well!"

Qu Xin stroked his beard and felt happy. Obviously, he was quite satisfied with Xiao Jian's performance.

"No, no, look at the way he plays!"

That Qu Mu was very sharp eyed. He had been paying attention to the way Xiao Jian played. At this time, he couldn't help exclaiming.

"Huh?"

Mrs. Miaoyin and Qu Xin both looked into Xiao Jian's hands. They saw that Xiao Jian's technique was as unreal as real and quite strange. Every time they played it, it seemed that the sound wave could be seen by the naked eye spreading around.

If you don't look closely, you still can't see it.

"This... Isn't this the legendary Shura hand?"

Qu Xin looked at Xiao Jian's technique, and his eyes showed shock in vain. For a moment, he even talked a little hesitantly, which was obviously shocked.

"What, how can it be? Shura hand, how can it be Shura hand? No, no, it's really Shura hand!"

Mrs. Miaoyin was shocked when she heard the speech. As soon as she heard the Shura hand, she suddenly stood up. The shock could not describe her situation at the moment.

"Three, what is Shura hand?"

Xiao Qian was a little puzzled when he saw the three people so shocked. He didn't know anything about Qin music, and naturally he didn't know what Shura hand was.

"The Shura player is a supreme technique for playing the piano. The Shura player is a red sleeved player. If a man practices this technique, he is called the Shura player. If a woman practices this technique, he is a red sleeved player. The red sleeved player represents the highest level of piano technique and is the lifelong pursuit of those who pursue piano skills! The Shura player and the red sleeved player, if true and unreal, can move people's hearts and minds and confuse people's souls. It is said that only the piano player Only Qin Zu, the founder of Qin Dao, and his few disciples can reach this level in the long history of the nine realms. Now I'm afraid there are no people in the nine realms who can practice Shura hands! "

Mrs. Miaoyin suppressed the shock in her heart and explained patiently.

"Er... What you said is that the way children play is Shura hand. Are you sure you read it correctly?"

Xiao Qian felt a little unbelievable and was obviously stunned. Isn't this a joke? The technique that your Qin Taoist ancestors could cultivate was repaired by your son. Does anyone believe it?

"I'm sure I'm right! Master Xiao, I don't know who master Xiao's zither skill is from?"

Mrs. Miaoyin looked serious and didn't seem to be joking at all. She was obviously shocked.

"Er... I don't know who to follow. Why don't you ask him later!"

Xiao Qian was ashamed. His son could play the piano. He knew, but he didn't know that Xiao Jian's attainments were so high that even the zither masters in Qingmu city were fascinated by it.

"It's so good. Although I don't know if your son can pop up the complete Guangling powder, this technique has convinced us. The music played by this technique is the music of heaven. We should listen carefully!"

Mrs. Miaoyin arched her hands at Xiao Qian, returned to her seat and continued to listen to Xiao Jian's music.

Xiao Jian plays a song. The following Xiao Zhendong and Xiao Mengsheng work hard to remove the white bone battle platform, but what makes them angry is that although they can move the white bone battle platform, they can't move a penny.

"What's going on? Work harder!"

Xiao Zhendong couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.

"Second brother, do you feel that the white bone battle platform is getting heavier?"

Xiao Mengsheng was sweating and asked.

"The third master is right. I also feel that this thing is getting heavier!"

"Yes, yes, the white bone battle platform is getting heavier and heavier. It's no use!"

"What's the matter? It wasn't that heavy just now!"

When Xiao Mengsheng said this, everyone began to agree. Now they are very painful and lift the white bone battle platform a little, but they can't move.

It's even more strange that the weight of the white bone battle platform is increasing.

Xiao Chien saw all this in the martial arts field. At the moment, the corners of his mouth couldn't help evoking a thought-provoking radian.