Chapter 16 Seven-String Invisible Sword

Huang Zhonggong had an indifferent expression. He held a piece of soft cloth in his hand and gently cleaned the guqin, especially the bottom of the strings. If the dust was not removed, the tone might be affected.

Ding Jian kept hunching his back and didn't dare to stand up straight or leave.

I don't know how long it took before I heard Huang Zhonggong say vaguely: "Qu Yang, it has been twelve years since we last met. Time flies, and the years turn into dust."

"Please invite him to come here for a gathering."

"Yes, Master." Ding Jian responded, took three steps back, and then turned and left.

When he returned to the hall, he found Ou Zanghua and the other two were admiring the painting of the fourth owner of the manor, Dan Qingsheng.

Ding Jian came over and bowed, saying, "Elder Qu, the great manor owner invites you in for a chat."

Qu Yang glanced at Ou Zanghua. He didn't even know what to talk about with Huang Zhonggong. Now he could only bite the bullet and said, "Please lead the way, sir."

"please!"

So Qu Yang followed Ding Jian and walked into Huang Zhonggong's retreat.

When he heard the sound of the piano coming from the house, Qu Yang stopped walking, and waited until the sound stopped before he spoke: "It's been many years since we last met. Brother Huang's piano skills have improved. Qu admires you."

"Hahaha"

A hearty laugh rang out from the room, and it was obvious that this person had extremely profound inner strength.

Then the door of the room opened without wind, and an old man in his sixties walked out.

He was skinny, with sunken muscles on his face, like a skeleton, but his eyes were bright and sharp. "Elder Qu, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

"Very good. But you, Brother Huang, have changed quite a lot!" Qu Yang said with some emotion as he looked at the old and frail Huang Zhonggong.

"We have not seen each other for twelve years, so naturally you have aged a little." Huang Zhonggong extended his hand and invited with a smile: "Elder Qu, please come in."

"Then I'd better obey your command." Qu Yang bowed and walked into Huang Zhonggong's room.

As soon as he entered the house, Qu Yang smelled the scent of sandalwood.

Looking inside the house, there were only simple furniture, it was very plain.

After the two sat down and chatted for a while, Qu Yang said, "To be honest, I came to see Brother Huang this time to recommend a talented person."

"Oh?"

Huang Zhonggong looked at Qu Yang with some surprise. He couldn't understand what kind of talent needed to be introduced by the elders of the Divine Religion?

Qu Yang immediately said, "This man's surname is Ou, his given name is Zanghua, his courtesy name is Jingyu, and he is the top scorer in the imperial examination in Huguang Province."

"He is also a disciple of a good friend of mine. He is talented in literature, skilled in martial arts, and loves music."

"That's why I brought him here and introduced him to Brother Huang."

"Jie Yuan Lang? Then I must meet him." Huang Zhonggong said with a smile when he heard that it was Jie Yuan Lang.

Although he lived in seclusion here, what place is Hangzhou?
A place of great natural beauty and talented people!
Even if he doesn't try to understand them, many wonderful articles will still reach his ears every year.

Some of them made him admire them greatly, while others made him curse them as pedantic.

Therefore, when I heard about a foreign champion, I immediately became interested.

Soon, Ou Zanghua and Qu Feiyan were brought over by Ding Jian.

Qu Yang introduced: "This is my granddaughter Qu Feiyan, and this is Mr. Ou Zanghua."

Huang Zhonggong looked at the handsome Ou Zanghua and could not help but praise him: "He is really a handsome man with bright eyes and sparse eyebrows. He is so beautiful and there is no other like him in the world! What a Jingyu Zanghua."

"Thank you, Senior Huang." Ou Zanghua clasped his fists and saluted, his manner was free and easy. "Hahahaha" Huang Zhonggong smiled happily, and then asked: "From what Elder Qu said, it is Ou Jieyuan who is looking for me? I wonder what it is?"

Ou Zanghua did not beat around the bush and said directly: "I have heard that Senior Huang's self-created unique skill, the Seven-String Invisible Sword, is the most advanced sonic skill in the martial arts world. I am really curious, so I came here to broaden my horizons."

If an ordinary person said this, Huang Zhonggong would have been unhappy.

Who do you think you are?
How dare you brag and want to see my Kung Fu? !

But if the person who said this is a top scholar, then the situation is completely different.

When someone becomes a high official in the imperial court in the future and recalls the past in his book, he casually mentions "By the bank of the West Lake, there was a hermit who was good at the sound wave method, named Huang Zhong Gong", then his name will be passed down through the ages.

Especially for those who are engaged in music, it is very difficult to leave a name for themselves.

For example, the original works of the famous musician Li Guinian are nowhere to be found, but the poem "Meeting Li Guinian in Jiangnan" written by Du Fu has been circulating ever since.

Especially the line "It is the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, and I meet you again in the season of falling flowers."

Anyone who has been to Jiangnan will recite this poem.

Huang Zhonggong had also fantasized about having the same treatment as Li Guinian, but unfortunately he had never met someone who shared the same thoughts as him.

Now that Ou Zanghua came to him, Huang Zhonggong's hermit heart couldn't help but start beating.

So, he stroked his beard and said gently: "It's just the Seven-String Invisible Sword. If Ou Jieyuan is interested, I will give it to you. However."

"Senior Huang, if you have any requests, please feel free to tell me." Seeing his hesitation, Ou Zanghua smiled and said, "As long as I can do it, I will not refuse."

After hearing this, Huang Zhonggong said straightforwardly: "In that case, I will speak directly. Please invite Ou Jieyuan to show his talent and let me see your style."

"Senior Huang, do you mean a duel?"

Ou Zanghua was eager to try. Huang Zhonggong was considered a top-notch master in the martial arts world, so he could test his current strength.

"Eh!"

Huang Zhonggong waved his hand and said, "There are always talented people in the world, and each of them leads the trend for decades. I have seen a lot of these, but I have never seen the style of Jie Yuan."

"Now that we are by the West Lake, how about asking Mr. Jie Yuan to write a poem on the theme of West Lake?"

Ou Zanghua asked in surprise: "Exchange poetry for swords?"

Huang Zhonggong smiled and nodded: "Exchange poetry for swords!"

"it is good!"

Ou Zanghua agreed decisively. He looked at the West Lake outside the window, and after a few breaths, he spoke: "I once hid in the plum garden of West Lake, and was intoxicated by the fragrance of brocade clouds. Now I am left with only my zither, and I have wasted my twelve years of romantic life."

When Huang Zhonggong heard the first sentence, his eyes lit up. How could he not hear that Ou Zanghua was referring to himself?
Living in seclusion in Meizhuang by the West Lake, he led a splendid life that even gods would envy.

Just when he thought Ou Zanghua would continue to praise him, the next sentence immediately took a sharp turn.

Perhaps to others, there is a kind of regretful beauty in the blank space.

But as someone involved, I could hear a sense of pity and regret.

For a moment, Huang Zhonggong restrained his smile, and his expression revealed a sense of dejection.

"Now there is only one missing zither in the world, a waste of twelve years of romantic life."

“Well written!”

After a long while, Huang Zhonggong sighed, stood up, took out a secret book from a bookcase, handed it to Ou Zanghua and said, "Give the Seven-String Invisible Sword to Ou Jieyuan, very good."

(End of this chapter)