As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused a sensation.
Who on earth is so courageous, dare to support Li Xiao at this time, not afraid of being sprayed to death by everyone's spittle?
But when they learned of the identity of the person, everyone stopped and did not dare to make a sound.
The person who said these words was Tang Xueyi of Lingxu Sword Sect.
After bringing Yue'er back to Lingxu Sword Sect to settle down, Tang Xueyi couldn't let it go, and returned to Baishou Town.
When she learned that so many people had slandered Jimo, she couldn't help but speak out and say something fair.
Lingxu Sword Sect is a first-class force, and Tang Xueyi is the chief disciple, so her words are naturally full of weight.
Tang Xueyi opened her mouth and suppressed a lot of voices, but most people still questioned it. After all, there was no evidence to prove the existence of that song.
"Are you still refusing to show your face? That's right, how can a giant dragon soaring in the sky care about a group of ants pointing and pointing?"
Tang Xueyi felt aggrieved for Ji Mo, but there was nothing she could do.
As long as Jimo doesn't show his unparalleled piano skills for a day, these rumors will not disappear.
And she thinks that, as Ji Mo, he naturally disdains to have the same knowledge as these ordinary people.
Next, Tang Xueyi searched around the town, hoping to see Ji Mo again.
Baishou Town, Green Maple Garden.
In an exquisite attic.
Wen Xi was reading a collection of poems, while her personal maid, Xiao Lan, was fondly playing with an ax with silver patterns.
"I don't know what's so good about this broken axe. You have to hold it when you eat and sleep. I think you might as well marry this axe."
Wen Xi seemed to be tired, put down her poetry collection, stretched her slender waist lazily, and her figure was perfect.
?She doesn't wear makeup, her fair and flawless skin glows with light fluorescence, making her extremely glamorous.
Seeing that the maid Xiaolan is so obsessed with an axe, she joked.
"Miss, this is not a broken axe, it is very remarkable"
Xiaolan didn't care about being teased by her own lady, and wanted to explain how extraordinary the ax in her hand was, with a ray of law power hidden inside, and its origin was even more mysterious.
The ax was naturally the one bought from blacksmith Zhang with ten thousand taels of gold. After Xiaolan got it, she never left her body for a moment, and she was always laughing in her dreams.
You can buy an ax of law with a mere ten thousand taels of gold, which is a big mistake.
"Understood, this is not a broken axe, it makes you nervous. This place is the former residence of Emperor Bai, and it is normal for one or two rare treasures to appear, so don't make a fuss."
Wen Xi smiled and said that she had no interest in cultivation since she was a child, so she was not interested in axes.
Xiaolan also knew her lady's temperament, so she stopped entangled with the axe, changed the subject, and said, "Miss, have you heard the rumors outside? There is a peerless luthier in Baishou Town, and even Master Li Xiao is impressed by it." .¡±
Originally, Xiao Lan had the same opinion as everyone else, and she didn't believe it at all, but when Tang Xueyi spoke out, she changed her view.
Because Tang Xueyi never lied.
Wen Xi said lightly: "That person's piano skills may be good, but that's it. How can a real piano player be so famous and cause such a big disturbance."
What she hates the most are people who compete for fame and fortune. She thinks that Ji Mo is taking the opportunity to hype herself, so she looks down on her very much.
Xiaolan nodded again and again, feeling that what her lady said was reasonable.
How can a qin player be so mundane?
"Perhaps, only the author of this poem is a truly dignified and noble man!"
Wen Xi sighed, and carefully took out a piece of yellowed paper from her arms.
On the paper, there is a poem written, the fonts are changing and agile, elegant and powerful, exuding awe-inspiring spirit.
"This is a shabby room, but my virtue is sweet, the moss marks are green on the steps, the grass is green in the curtain, there are Confucianism in talking and laughing, and there is no white people in communication"
Wen Xi couldn't help being infatuated as she stroked the handwriting with her tender white fingertips and felt the artistic conception between the lines.
Don't admire glory, don't flatter the world, and be indifferent to fame and wealth, this is the lover I have been looking for.
In fact, Wen Xi came to Baishou Town not just to avoid the forced marriage at home, but to find someone.
Finding the author of this "Humble Room Inscription" is her real purpose.
"Miss, what would you do if you found the author of this poem?" Xiao Lan asked curiously.
"Marry him!"
Wen Xi thought for a while and replied seriously.
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"Ah Chirp!"
Jimo rubbed his nose and kept sneezing.
It's really strange, and I don't have a cold, so why can't I keep sneezing and sneezing?
"It is said that sneezing is because of being missed by others. Nonsense, I have no money or power, so no one would miss me. In my opinion, it is because someone speaks ill of me behind my back."
Jimo muttered something, and continued to work on the task at hand.
At this time, he was facing a five-foot-long paulownia wood, knocking it non-stop, and a guqin embryo had already taken shape.
Next to him, Tianpeng with his fat belly was watching intently. There was no chance to show off this time, and there was no room for him to intervene in this kind of handicraft.
Jimo picked up the carving knife, his eyes were extremely focused, and he entered a state of forgetting things and me.
He seemed to have a plan in mind, and the carving knife fell on the hard paulownia wood at will.
Ji Mo's speed is very fast, the carving knife draws a mysterious trajectory, constantly stirring up a bunch of sawdust, and Tianpeng is dumbfounded by his skillful technique.
"The master's handicraft so strong!"
Tianpeng didn't know how to describe it anymore, but with just a carving knife, he carved exquisite patterns and lifelike flowers, birds, insects and fish.
This piano was prepared for Yueer, so Jimo added a lot of cartoon elements. The surface of the piano is carved with flowers, plants, and various small animals.
What's even more frightening is that these flowers, plants, insects and fish are not only lifelike in shape, but at the same time wisps of laws of heaven and earth follow Ji Mo's techniques, constantly sinking into them.
Tianpeng counted clearly by the side, there are as many as thirty-six kinds of laws, if they erupt at the same time, their lethality is really unimaginable.
"It's so-so, I hope Yue'er likes this toy."
Jimo clapped his hands, a little dissatisfied, mainly because the raw material was not good, it was just ordinary paulownia, not old.
Let Yue'er play with it first, and then make Zhang Haoqin seriously for her after getting old wood that is more than thousands of years old.
"So-so? Toys?"
Tianpeng didn't even know how to complain.
Listen to me, this is just a toy made for a child, it's too arrogant!
As expected of the master, could it be that he intends to cultivate a little killer?
Jimo strings the Qin Dinghui, paints it with a pink primer, puts it on the iron tripod in the yard to dry, and waits two days before sending it to Yue'er.
He didn't know that Yue'er had already been sent to Lingxu Sword Sect by Tang Xueyi.
After Jimo left, Tianpeng rushed over impatiently, wanting to take a good look at the piano.
But before it got close, it was directly blown away by a violent force.
"Zheng"
I saw that the qin was flashing with a red glow, the strings jumped by themselves, and the high-pitched sound of the qin was stirring in all directions.
"That is¡¡"
Tianpeng couldn't believe his eyes, what did he see?
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