In fact, in Miao Qingcheng's opinion, with the status of the old man, if there is something difficult for him to solve, he may not be able to help him, but he must always express himself, otherwise he will not be able to bear the weight.

Although Wu Yuanyuan was angry with the old man’s previous joke, she also said in confusion: “Grandpa Le, with your ability, I don’t know what can make you so angry?”

The old man just shook his head, rubbed his face, and looked useless to say: "I don't understand if I tell you. How can you understand my pain? It's better not to say it."

He poured a bowl of wine, and then gulped, laughing at the sky, his face full of depression. Zhuo Mufeng even doubted whether this old guy had a nerve problem, so don't be irritated.

Everyone looked at each other and were stunned. The other party's aura was shocked, but no one dared to speak more.

It was Miao Qingcheng who said patiently: "Brother Le, you are a friend of my grandson and have saved my grandson's life several times. The Wu family is very grateful to you. Now you are troubled, but my sister cannot help you. If my grandson knows about this, I am afraid I will scold my sister."

The old man said indifferently: "I don't want to say it, it's not your business. Boy Wu will not be so ignorant."

This is a decisive intention to say it. In this way, Miao Qingcheng has no choice but to force the other party, so he has to stop talking.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly shouted to the sky: "Why, I hate it so much..."

The sound shook the sky, and the loud sound waves suddenly blew up everyone's minds, and even their eardrums almost broke.

His cultivation level was as low as Hai Sisi, Hai Teng, and even Zhuo Mufeng, and he felt dizzy and his body fell down straight. If the people around the three of them had not had their eyes and hands fast, they would have fallen into the river.

The screams came one after another, and they were all hidden in the old man's roar, and then gradually dissipated, forming echoes. The bamboo row was a little messy, but Zhuo Mufeng was unable to sense it, and he felt that his mind was about to explode, and his eyes were spinning.

After a full moment, he shook his head and bared his teeth, and struggled to break free from the man in yellow. His head was a little swollen and painful, his ears were still echoing constantly, and his hearing seemed to be affected.

Looking at the others, except for Miao Qingcheng, Mrs. Piaorou and the man in yellow, they were all frightened, obviously frightened by the scene just now.

Zhuo Mufeng rubbed his forehead and ears, and felt a deep fear in his heart. Wouldn't it be wronged if he was shocked to become a fool or a deaf person?

He looked at the initiator fiercely, but saw the old man holding his head in his hands, lying on the desk table, muttering something in pain, and not even realizing the good things he did.

This old guy is definitely a lunatic!

But the other party's martial arts also scared Zhuo Mufeng. Judging from the other party's appearance just now, it was definitely not intentional. He just roared angrily and almost injured himself seriously.

This old guy is so strong that he has saved the old witch several times after Miao Qingcheng said just now, but Zhuo Mufeng was so tired that he couldn't think of which person he was.

Haiteng and Hai Sisi are also in lingering fears.

Haiteng did not forget to look at Wu Yuanyuan. Seeing that she was fine, he immediately showed a relieved expression, which made Zhuo Mufeng, who noticed all this, speechless.

Mrs. Piaorou gave Miao Qingcheng a look and wanted to take her children away. She was really afraid. If it weren’t for her good luck, the pair of babies she raised with great difficulty almost became deaf. How could she explain to her dead husband?

Miao Qingcheng smiled embarrassedly. She had always known how unreliable the old man was, for fear of implicating his sisters. She was about to speak when she saw the old man raise his head.

He looked painful and suddenly sent a message: "In recent years, I have taken Lu'er and Hong'er to travel around the world, wandering around the mountains and rivers, trying to play a song that fits the state of mind, so as to sublimate the realm and go to a higher level, but I can't wait.

I clearly grasped that feeling, only one layer of window paper was missing, but I just couldn't break through and couldn't touch what was behind.

Miao Yatou, you can't imagine that feeling. You are obviously very close, but you stretch out your hand and find it far away. This feeling is almost driving the old brother crazy. If you continue like this, the old brother will have to go astray!"

Miao Qingcheng then realized that the old man's eyes, which had always been vigorous, had a hint of fatigue, and was shocked.

It should be noted that with the old man's skills, even if he doesn't sleep for three days and three nights, this situation cannot occur. The only explanation is that the other party has a mental demon, and the mental demon causes him to be mentally exhausted.

The old man is a master of piano skills, and his martial arts are also related to the piano. If this matter is not resolved for a long time, it may really affect the old man's cultivation strength!

On the contrary, once the other party passes this level, it will go further!

The old man was a friend of Wu Guanting. The forces in his hands were even more tacit understanding with the Sanjiang Alliance, both public and private, and emotional and reasonable. Miao Qingcheng wanted to help him.

However, although Miao Qingcheng was good at piano skills, she was far less than the old man. How could she solve the problem that the other party couldn't solve. She was anxious and asked in the same voice: "Old brother might as well go and find a few old friends to solve the problem."

She knew that the old man’s friends were all real top figures in the world, and a few of them even came from holy places. With the knowledge of those people, they might be able to think of ways.

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Old brother has thought of it for a long time. He has visited those people. Although he has some experience, he has never been able to break through the last level. It's just a little short of it!"

Miao Qingcheng advised softly: "You might as well stop for a while to stabilize your mood."

The old man shook his head: "The inner demon has arisen, and there is no way to curb it. If you don't advance, you will retreat! Miao Yatou, the old brother has a premonition that if you don't break through in the past few days, your skills will definitely fall sharply! When the news comes out, those enemies, hehehe..."

Miao Qingcheng obviously didn't expect that the situation was so bad, and his pretty face changed color. After thinking about it, he replied: "Old brother, please follow me to return to Sanjiang League."

The old man sighed helplessly: "You can avoid it for a while, but you can't avoid it for a lifetime. What should come will always come. The only thing I'm too greedy and want to forcefully break through the realm and end up in a mess. You need to tell the witch boy this matter, let him learn from his lessons, and don't follow my footsteps."

After saying that, the old man started to pour wine on himself again, and the seven-stringed lyre was placed in front of him, but he didn't even look at it.

Everyone didn't know what the two were talking about, so they could only feel the fluctuations in their internal forces. The two maids looked at the old man who was out of control and then Miao Qingcheng, all of whom were full of worry.

Zhuo Mufeng thought about urging Miao Qingcheng to leave early.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing this old guy being hit hard, he knew if he would suddenly shout again, but this time was not suitable. He was afraid of being targeted, so he could only worry.

The bamboo tray drifted for a moment, and Miao Qingcheng, who was silent, suddenly said: "Old brother, do you mind playing your piano to the people present?"

The old man happened to drink another bowl of wine, put down the bowl of water, looked at her strangely, and looked at the others again, making a slight hum in his nose, without making a sound, obviously refusing.

Miao Qingcheng knew that this old brother had a strange temper, especially for his piano, which most people would never let him touch.

But she still tried her best to do her best, even though she knew it was useless, so she tried to persuade: "The so-called collective thinking is that individuals have their own interests and insights.

The most touching thing about watching the piano for those who truly understand the piano is not the level of skills, nor the lack of musical scores, but only the short mood and feelings when playing the piano. It is called moving people with the piano.

Old brother, why not let everyone present try it? Maybe you can find someone like you and help you understand it!"

The old man continued to drink wine without saying a word, and a look of laughter and crying appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Miao Qingcheng could only sigh. The other party was unwilling to try it, so what else could she do?

Of course, she also felt that this method was a bit irritating. Even those top big names couldn't help the old man, and could she still count on people like herself? No wonder the old man ignored it.

But now time is tight and the conditions are limited. If you try it, you won’t lose a piece of meat. What if a miracle happens?

The old man's heart was filled with pain and annoyance, and his free and easy smile turned into a bitter smile that was more astringent than wine on his lips.

When he thought of the situation that he and the people around him were facing after his skills declined, he felt even more heartbroken, and he couldn't even hear what Miao Qingcheng said later.

After looking at the lyre on his arm, the old man had the urge to smash it and almost took action. After thinking about it, he resisted the impulse and stood up. He simply picked up the wine jar and ran directly to the other side of the bamboo steak to drink.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked at Miao Qingcheng, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Miao Qingcheng looked at the old man's back for a while, but he was decisive. He gritted his teeth and took the lead in holding Mrs. Piaorou's hand: "Sister, you have shown your piano skills a few times when you came to Sanjiang League as a guest. You might as well let everyone see it."

"Sister, this..."

Mrs. Piaorou is not stupid, of course she knows that this matter must be related to the old man, but the other party did not agree to let her play. If she angers the other party, she would not be able to provoke her.

Miao Qingcheng comforted, "I have everything, don't worry, sister, the old brother won't care."

Mrs. Piaorou was still very hesitant and even wanted to ask the old man, but wouldn’t this embarrass Miao Qingcheng in public?

Thinking of Miao Qingcheng's friendship with him, and with the other party as a guarantee, the old man would not kill him if something happened, so Mrs. Piaorou had to nod and agree.

Without waiting for the Haiteng brother and sister to stop her, she sat upright on the cushion where the old man was sitting, her fingers were as white as spring onions, and she put them lightly on the strings, took a deep breath, stabilized her mood, and started playing.

Mrs. Piaorou did not enter the world in her early years and was also a lady from a wealthy family. She was involved in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This pop-up was indeed a bit good, but it was far from the old man. At most, it sounded nice.

Zhuo Mufeng also learned the guqin in his previous life and even got a grade qualification certificate. He muttered in his heart and found that Mrs. Piaorou's piano skills were quite good, at least better than herself.

At the end of the song, Zhuo Mufeng took the lead in applauding: "Okay!"

As a result, no one responded, and they all looked at him strangely. Mrs. Piaorou's face turned red, and her eyes looked at him were quite embarrassed.

Zhuo Mufeng slapped his forehead and found that he was stupid. With an old man in front of him, he suddenly shouted "Oh," wouldn't it make people think that he was mocking Mrs. Piaorou?
Chapter completed!