Chapter 595 Rescue Entertainment

What Song Yan didn't expect was that Murong Shuixiu came again, chatted with him for an hour before leaving.

"Is this a beauty trick?" Song Yan shook his head secretly while sending Murong Shuixiu away again.

At noon, the inner restaurant.

Compared with the outer dining hall, the inner dining hall has richer and more nutritious meals.

"Are you Huang Liang?"

There was one more person at the dining table, Song Yan looked up and found a slightly thin, dark-skinned young man looking at him with hostile eyes.

"Who are you?"

If the other party is not kind, Song Yan will naturally not be polite to the other party.

The other party's expression turned cold, and he said threateningly, "I'll give you a piece of advice, it's best to stay away from Junior Sister Murong, she's not something you can provoke toads like you!"

"idiot."

Song Yan was speechless for a while, too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, and immersed himself in solving the monster meat on the plate.

"What did you say?" The other party's eyes suddenly widened, as if he couldn't believe Song Yan dared to scold him.

"Stupid, don't stand here to affect my appetite, it's better to go as far as you want!" Song Yan scolded again, he never liked this kind of pretentious person.

"You dare to scold me?"

Song Yan pouted: "How strange, did I just scold a dog, or you have a problem with your IQ and can't understand human words!"

"You're courting death!" Takakura's eyes flashed murderous intent.

"Do it, do it right here, if you don't do it, you are my grandson!" Song Yan looked at the other party playfully.

It is clearly recorded in the Discipline Book: Disciples are not allowed to use force in public, and if they do, they will be punished by the sect.

"Okay, Huang Liang, you're fine!" Gao Cang almost clenched his teeth before restraining himself from attacking Song Yan.

Takakura flung his hand away, but it attracted a lot of discussion in the cafeteria.

It was said that Song Yan was too arrogant, and he dared to play against the veteran inner disciple as soon as he entered the inner door.

Some people say that he is ignorant.

Others said that he must have bad luck.

After lunch, Song Yan walked leisurely to his courtyard, but an inner disciple sent a challenge letter.

The challenger was the black-faced boy Takakura who threatened him in the cafeteria.

Song Yan just glanced at it, then casually crumpled the challenge book into a ball and threw it into a nearby trash can.

Although that Takakura possessed the eighth level of Qi Refining, he really couldn't arouse his desire to fight. What's more, the day after tomorrow would be the Great Competition of the Inner Sect.

"Junior Brother Huang, what do you mean?" The inner disciple who delivered the letter couldn't help but be extremely annoyed when he saw this scene.

"Can't you see that I'm not interested in this kind of challenge!" Song Yan said with disapproval.

"Are you afraid?" The disciple seemed to have thought of something, and said contemptuously, "You are afraid to accept the challenge because you are worried about losing to Senior Brother Gao?"

"Does it have a relationship with you?" Song Yan said speechlessly.

"You...you coward, you don't even have the courage to be challenged!"

"none of your business!"

Song Yan said something angrily, and strode away, too lazy to pay attention to this same second inner disciple.

But just in the evening, Song Yan's name spread among the inner disciples, not a prestige, but a cowardly name.

Under the deliberate propaganda of some people, his behavior that he did not dare to fight has become synonymous with cowardice.

When Song Yan went to the cafeteria for dinner, he found that there were many people around him pointing at him.

Song Yan, who listened to these words, was not angry, but felt that these inner disciples were probably so idle that they were so interested in this big gossip.

Suddenly, Song Yan had the urge to come up with several entertainment items.

To tell the truth, the entertainment in this world is extremely scarce. There is no chess, no Go, no poker, no songs, and no dancing.

The biggest entertainment is martial arts.

An idea must be put into practice, so after a hasty dinner, Song Yan returned to his yard and instructed Xiao Wu and Xiao Hu to prepare something.

Two hours later, Song Yan made a pair of poker, a pair of chess, a pair of Go, a guitar, and a guqin.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Xiao Wu went to open the door and welcomed Murong Shuixiu in.

"Junior Brother Huang, I heard about you and Gao Cang, I'm sorry, I caused you trouble!" Murong Shuixiu said apologetically, but there was a bit of pride in the depths of her eyes.

Song Yan waved his hands in disapproval: "It's okay, I didn't take this matter to heart!"

"But……!"

Song Yan raised his hand to interrupt Murong Shuixiu's words, then walked over to the guqin and sat down. He smiled and said, "Senior Sister Murong, you came just in time. I just made a guqin, and I'll play a song for you."

"What is a guqin?" Murong Shuixiu asked with some doubts.

"A musical instrument!"

"Is there an instrument like the guqin in this world?" Murong Shuixiu was even more puzzled. The only musical instruments she knew were war drums and chimes.

"I didn't have it before, but now I have it!" Song Yan had read a lot of books in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and he naturally knew that there was a lack of musical instruments in this world. With a chuckle, his fingers plucked the strings.

Although Song Yan did not learn the guqin skills, he did learn it in the Great Qin World.

As Song Yan flicked his fingers quickly, a series of beautiful piano sounds floated out, and Murong Shuixiu froze in place when he heard this sound.

At this moment, Song Yan sang:

The sea laughs

surging tide

As soon as Song Yan opened her mouth, Murong Shuixiu felt a sense of heroism rushing towards her face, which made her heart tremble. How can there be such a beautiful song in the world.

Ups and downs with the waves only remember the present

Heaven laughs

one after another

Whoever loses who wins God knows

…………

In the end, Song Yan ended with a "la la la" sound, and looked up at Murong Shuixiu, who was still immersed in the singing just now and did not come out.

After a long while, Murong Shuixiu walked up to Song Yan excitedly, grabbed his hand and said, "Junior Brother Huang, can you play and sing again? I still want to hear it!"

"Beauty can't refuse!"

Song Yan smiled frivolously, and then plucked the strings again.

But what Song Yan didn't expect, Murong Shuixiu actually begged him to play it six times before giving up.

Murong Shui's beautiful eyes glowed faintly: "Junior Brother Huang, you are a genius, you can actually create such a beautiful singing voice, no, and the sound of this guqin is also very beautiful!"

Song Yan was quite proud: "Really, then I will play "House of Flying Daggers" for Senior Sister Murong again."

Hearing this, Murong Shuixiu's eyes brightened: "Okay, play fast!"

Different from the heroic laugh of the sea, this "House of Flying Daggers" is full of chills. It was originally played by the pipa, but when Song Yan played it on the guqin, it has a different flavor, more atmosphere, and more urgent. It seems that the whole world is shrouded in murderous intent.

Hearing this sound, Murong Shuixiu only felt her breath tighten, but then she closed her eyes and listened carefully, her face full of intoxication.

At this moment, an inner disciple passed by outside Song Yan's courtyard, and when he heard the sound of the piano from the courtyard, his footsteps stopped subconsciously...