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However, while expectations were beautiful, it was just like how a thousand miles horse had to encounter Bo Le to be able to unleash his talents. A good Xiao had to be in the hands of someone who understood Xiao to be able to make her sound beautiful.

Dragon Flute, how many people in this world could control such an exceptional Xiao Yue Yang?

Although Grandmother Yang said these words, she actually didn't have much hope in her heart!

Tang Bohu pondered for a moment, then lifted his head and smiled, "Since grandmother is so generous, then, this brat will be making a fool of himself!"

Hearing that, everyone's face lit up, although they did not understand Tang Bohu's Xiao Di's ability, but to dare play the Dragon Flute in front of everyone, he must be special!

As the saying goes, 'Without three pounds, how could one dare to climb Mount Liang?'

Tang Bohu dared to accept the request, and considering his miraculous performance just now, everyone's expectations for him became even higher.

Grandmother Yang smiled and said, "Please!"

Following that, everyone held their breath as their gaze landed on Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu held the Dragon Flute, and slowly stepped forward, gently raising the jade Xiao, looking at its clear green surface, he felt the warm feeling coming from the jade Xiao.

He slowly sighed, "Dragon Flute, as expected of the Xiao Zhong Sovereign, the jade Xiao Xiao is made from at least a thousand year old warm jade, its six holes are smooth and flawless, it is truly a work of god! Not to mention Yu Xiao's celestial voice, this jade flute also has the ability to cause people's hearts to tremble, and can extend one's lifespan! "

Tang Bohu had spoken less of it, if a martial artist could have this jade flute, with it on their body, they would definitely be able to greatly reduce the danger of their cultivation going berserk!

Tang Bohu's words raised everyone's expectations for the Flute Sound even more.

"Chu Ge has this part," Tang Bohu's eyes suddenly revealed a look of sorrow, his voice carried a hint of sorrow, "On the fifteenth of the eighth month, the wind is cold, my husband is fighting his way to a foreign land. A beautiful woman keeps watch over the sky every night, so there are tears in her red tent. "

"The autumn wind was blowing, and the river flowed east and west for ten years. The pile of yellow sand buries the bones, the parents look forward to a long absence. Returning without any date, fighting without any date, and returning with a few troops from a thousand miles away? "No one cares about my mother's illness. I don't know my children at all."

Tang Bohu's voice seemed to carry a piercing force, as every word was transmitted into the ears of the crowd. The voice seemed to be enchanted, as a scene of a battlefield battle spread out in everyone's mind, where the soldiers thought of their hometown, and in that moment, they seemed to be immersed in it.

Tang Bohu raised the jade Xiao in his hands, and with every step he took, the sorrow in his voice became stronger, and when his thin red lips touched the warmth of the jade Xiao, Tang Bohu's eyes were filled with melancholy, his face seemed to be quiet, yet at the same time, as though he was immersed in sorrow.

The thick, perky lashes softened the originally strong, sharp contours. There seemed to be a lot of deep thoughts hidden between his slightly wrinkled brows, but he locked the space between his eyebrows. In the midst of it all, Tang Bohu's body emitted a mysterious aura, as if it carried a deep attracting power that made it impossible for one to look away.

Just as everyone was immersed in Tang Bohu's temperament, Tang Bohu's six fingers quietly covered Yu Xiao's six holes, in an instant, Tang Bohu's eyes seemed to carry a sharp blade like radiance, he was confident! A strong sense of confidence appeared on his face!

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu … …" Everyone's face instantly became at a loss …

Although the flute's flute melody had just started, it had already caused them to associate it with each other. Xiao Yin was like a devil as he twined between everyone's heartbeats, a miserable mental state attacking them head-on, causing them to think about the crescent moon in their hearts. It was as if they were seeing the eight thousand soldiers of Jiangdong back then, amidst the mournful cries of the Flute Sound s, their tears flowed as they left their home.

The Flute Sound was at ease, resounding through every nook and cranny of the hall, sadness and sorrow enveloped every single one of them. No matter if it was someone who understood the meaning of the zither or someone who didn't understand the zither and the flute, when they heard this song, they couldn't help but feel their hearts surge with a strong sense of oppression. It was as if they could see their husbands going to war in a foreign land, as if they could see their parents looking forward to their children …

Under the envelopment of the devilish note, everyone's face was covered with two lines of tears. However, as if they didn't notice it, they slowly closed their eyes and felt the tragic state of the Flute Sound. Or rather, they had already been engulfed by the state of the Flute Sound.

At some point, an old man with white hair had appeared at the entrance of the hall, followed by several large men. However, at this moment, no one had the time to pay attention to this.

Their feelings were deeper than the women's, because these Flute Sound were all for the men who joined the army. Although these men were not part of the army, there were too many similar things in real life. It's like, husband and wife in different places, children working outside, parents at home waiting …

The Flute Sound pierced deeply into everyone's minds like a devil.

The rhythm was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, rising and falling.

Everyone was drunk! Heartbreak!

After an unknown amount of time, the Flute Sound suddenly stopped. However, the crowd still felt that the miserable voice was floating in the air, like 'the lingering sound will last for three days'!

"Great Xiao!" Good tune! "Good sound!" After a while, the Grandmother Yang slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, she realized that his eyes were moist and gently wiped them away before saying, "I never thought that a person with an old, broken candle would be able to hear such a fairy voice. I have no regrets even in death!"

Hearing that, Tang Bohu hurried forward and passed the jade Xiao over to Grandmother Yang, saying, "Grandmother is being too serious! Isn't this just trying to kill me? "

Grandmother Yang's face revealed a trace of a smile. From this moment onwards, Grandmother Yang had already removed one third of Tang Bohu's identity as a Young Master, leaving behind only the word 'Young Master'!

This kind of talented youngster, is worthy of my Yuexin!

"To blow the flute, to play the wind, to play the wind and moon, who dares to make such a sound?" The wind drifts and the snow melts together, the moon is near Guan Shan a few bright spots. Hu rode north in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go south. "If you were to fall from grace, why would you have to worry about death in the middle of a song?"

Grandmother Yang did not say anything. At this time, an equally aged voice sounded out, as he chanted an ancient poem, and walked towards the group.

It was the Old Master Yang. Tonight, although he knew about the guests, he did not want to get involved with such matters as helping his granddaughter, as an old master. Hence, he sent all the strong men to the study room to study the Exquisite Chess Game that had been bothering him for a long time!

When they were immersed in studying the chess game, suddenly, a melodious flute sound rang in their ears, causing Old Master Yang's entire body to tremble. After listening for a while, with the chess game in hand, he walked towards the direction of the Flute Sound, and in the end, appeared in the hall!

"Grandpa," "Dad," the crowd greeted the old man.

At this time, Old Master Yang had a smile on his face as he sized up Tang Bohu. He then laughed heartily and said, "This little brother, with regards to his attainments in music, this old man is ashamed of himself!"

"What little brother?" He's your grandson-in-law! "

The Grandmother Yang did not give him any face, so she came forward and said, "Old man, why are you not researching your Exquisite Chess Game with your calligraphy, and what are you doing here? I still remember someone who swore that if I couldn't break this Exquisite Chess Game, I wouldn't even take a step out of the study! "

The Grandmother Yang imitated her movements and said, drawing a smile from everyone.

Old Master Yang laughed in embarrassment. Towards his wife, he had no way of helping her, so, at an age where he was already old, his wife's symptoms were still not treated properly. He immediately whispered towards Grandmother Yang, "Old granny, there are so many juniors here, please give me some face! I don't want people to laugh at me. "

Although that was what was said, in truth, everyone present was a descendant of their children and grandchildren. No one would joke around with Grandmother Yang and Old Master Yang. She didn't even have the time to be envious!

He was afraid of his wife because he loved her!

As descendants of the Old Master Yang s and Grandmother Yang s, they were extremely familiar with the deep feelings their grandparents had for each other. Even though Grandma usually nagged and nagged at them about it, she would always be the one who cared about him the most!

It was not easy for two people in love to grow old together, and it was enough to make people jealous!