After looking at him deeply for a long time, Mrs. Han spit out a mouthful of turbidity, and then couldn''t help praising him sincerely: "I can''t imagine that you, Lord Yang, are not only noble and chivalrous, but also so talented. My wife is really disrespectful."

    With that, Mrs. Han bowed down slightly.

    "Where, ma''am!"

    Seeing this, Yang Feng quickly raised his hand and helped her up, but he couldn''t stop being proud.

    Once upon a time, he saw a film in which a boy named Charlotte traveled through time and space, returned to high school, became a music master by copying a famous song of a pronoun composer, and then got up.

    What''s that?

    He only copied one generation, and I copied everything. Anyway, those songwriters can''t cross an interface dimension and come to court with me, Jie.

    This is plagiarism for a while, plagiarism for a long time.

    Yang Feng is happy!

    At this time, Mrs. Han bowed down again and begged: "Lord Yang, my lady has an unkind request. I hope you will agree."

    "Mrs. Han, please get up quickly. It''s thanks to Mrs. Han''s great help that tutor ye can fulfill his last wish this time. Yang really owes Mrs. Han a great favor. If you need anything, just mention it. Yang will never refuse if he can do what he can."

    "Thank you, Lord Yang."

    After thinking about it for a while, Mrs. Han murmured, "actually, it''s not a big deal. It''s just the words and songs. After listening to them, my wife felt something, so I''d like to ask Lord yang to transcribe them for me?"

    "Transcribe? Just copy one for you?"

    "Yes!"

    "Er, this..."

    After smacking his mouth twice, Yang Feng was embarrassed and murmured, "to tell you the truth, there''s nothing wrong with this matter. But after all, I made these songs and lyrics and listened to my wife. They have been given to her. Now if I want to give them to others, I have to get her consent. Can you wait for me to go back and discuss with my wife?"

    "Of course. Lord Yang really respects your wife like a guest. He is a rare good man."

    Nodding slightly, Mrs. Han said happily.

    In fact, Yang Feng can now give the lyrics and songs to this mysterious and powerful Mrs. Han.

    But the key is that words are easy to write. How to draw music scores? Modern score, 1234567? Don''t say he can''t draw, even if he can draw, can the people here understand?

    People here only know Gong Shang Jiao Zhengyu.

    However, only professional musicians can transform 1234567 into Gong Shang Jiao Zhengyu.

    It happened that there was one in their family, Mo Shaoqiu, a music madman. It''s just that this girl is closed now. He can''t get this score until he leaves the customs, so Yang Feng needs some time.

    As for other people who play erhu and percussion on the street, although they also have a little musical literacy, they are unreliable and easy to reveal the secret that they don''t understand music scores; Second, their level is not good.

    In fact, these accompaniments were just led by their own singers. Otherwise, they would have been tuned to all parts of the world by playing their own instruments. It''s really unreliable.

    In order to maintain the image of his music master, Yang Feng should wait until Mo Lao leaves the customs.

    However, Mrs. Han didn''t know anything about Yang Feng''s difficulty. She thought he respected his wife''s opinions very much. She couldn''t help but appreciate it more.

    In this patriarchal society, there are not many wonderful men who can respect their wife''s opinions so much that they have to obtain her consent for even a small matter such as giving music scores.

    In this way, Mrs. Han appreciated Yang Feng more and more. She had the feeling of meeting a bosom friend. She immediately invited him and said, "Lord Yang, now mentor ye and mentor Xiaowei are having a good talk. We''d better not disturb them here. If you don''t give up, can you go out with me?"

    "It''s an honor!"

    With a slight smile, Yang Feng nodded and left with Mrs. Han and the bodyguards.

    A quarter of an hour later, they came to the backyard of Longteng accord, a quiet back garden.

    Reflecting the white moon, walking on the path between the pavilions, surrounded by a hundred flowers in full bloom and lush.

    Mrs. Han touched those colorful flowers with one hand and recalled the past carefully: "I first met him here. At that time, he was the youngest general of the dynasty. He was a third grade Wudu captain in less than 30. He was really handsome and heroic. I was completely fascinated by him at the moment I saw him."

    Wow, your husband has a military background. No wonder he can command the urban defense army so easily. It all depends on his husband''s contacts.

    Nodding clearly, Yang Feng understood.

    Then, the lady Han said leisurely, "unfortunately, heaven is jealous of talents. Just because he was upright and selfless and dared to anger and speak, he was framed by villains and died miserably in the hands of his fellow robes on the battlefield. This is somewhat similar to you, Lord Yang."

    Don''t compare me to him.

    I dare to be angry and speak, because I have that strength; He dared to be angry and speak out. As a result, he killed himself. Obviously, he didn''t see the situation clearly.

    However, for such people who sacrifice their lives for justice, Yang Feng still has great respect in his heart. Just like the people on the bus who stopped thieves from stealing and were stabbed to death, they are all heroes.

    But in the long history, most heroes are short of breath.

    Therefore, ordinary people do not want to be heroes. Not being villains is already the psychological bottom line of their human nature, otherwise it will be too bad.

    Yang Feng shook the folding fan gently, sighed in his heart, looked up, and saw the lady Han saying, and then stretched out her hand to move under her hat.

    Obviously, in the process of recalling her late husband, she wiped away her tears.

    Yang Feng took a long breath, suddenly smiled, pointed to the dark night sky and said, "madam, look at the sky!"

    "What''s the matter?"

    The lady didn''t understand. She stopped grieving and looked up, but she couldn''t see anything.

    Yang Feng''s mouth was wide open and he said in secret.

    Account conversion, mage Tuba!

    Shua!

    With endless mana again, Yang Feng raised his gun and fired at the sky.

    Fireball mechanism gun!

    Whoosh

    In an instant, a series of small fireballs suddenly flew to the nine sky, and tens of thousands of them crossed in the blink of an eye.

    At the same time, on the nine days of the night, a figure with golden wings behind him was passing through the air, his face was as heavy as water, and his whole face was still shining with golden light under the cold light of the moon.

    He was once the first killer in the Jianghu underworld who frightened everyone, the golden faced Buddha.

    It is often said that the golden faced Buddha is the ghost hell. Late at night, the golden face knocked on the door and the sunrise wrapped around Bai Ling in the west, which is a true portrayal of his terrible strength.

    Once upon a time, he said wildly that there were no people in the world that he could not kill, only the price that the employer could not afford.

    As long as the price is right, he can win the five best brains in the world.

    Later, he really succeeded in assassinating a five great master. So far, he was famous in both black and white. Everyone was afraid of his arrival.

    After all, the five wonders of the world are already the highest combat power to maintain the order of Wulin. If even the five wonders of the world are not his opponents, wouldn''t the world be in chaos?

    So in everyone''s fear, the whole Wulin joined hands to kill the golden faced Buddha.

    Later, I heard that he died miserably in the joint demon elimination struggle with all sects in the world and disappeared in the Jianghu since then. But I never thought that at this time, the legendary existence would appear so abruptly in the night sky of Fenglei emperor capital.

    The old devil who came out of the Jianghu three hundred years ago is bound to set off a new bloodbath