martial arts?

Xiao Ran quickly unfolded the note and saw two lines written on it:

Good Fortune Tianqing

Immortal Master Li Wuya

At this moment, Xiao Ran's pupils trembled violently, and he was completely distraught.

Because these two lines touched the deepest secret in his heart.

Whether it's the Heavenly Qingming Jade Magical Art, or the name on the note.

Because this name is clearly the name of the old Taoist priest he met when he was ten years old!

Ruoruo's illness was cured by him, and he also created the improved version of Mingyu's magic art, but now there are people who know about it!

Who is he!

Is he friend or foe?

Xiao Ran hurriedly asked Nick, "Have you seen what he looks like?"

"Boss, he's wearing a white trench coat with a mask on his face, the kind that we wear on our face when we go to a masquerade party on Halloween, covering only the circle around the eyes. It's very flamboyant. I can't see it either. As for what he really looks like, but he does look cool, and he has magical Chinese magic skills..." Nick said in an exaggerated tone.

"Don't know what he looks like..." Xiao Ran said in a disappointed tone.

At this moment, he really wanted to meet this mysterious man in white mask.

There are so many questions in his mind!

But judging from his attitude towards himself and what he did, at least he was kind to himself...

But who is he?

Could it be one of the children in the former welfare home?

Xiao Ran frowned, racking his brains and falling into contemplation.

At this time, Su Mingyuan didn't know that Xiao Ran was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. Even when he went to bed at night, he still thought about him. He tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep well.

He has now managed to recover and returned to the plot, having concluded a major event, and is in a very happy mood.

Walking on the street, I just feel that even the wind blowing in this big summer has become a lot cooler.

What will you do in your free time next?

Walking across a pedestrian bridge, he suddenly heard the sound of a guitar coming from above.

A street performer, or a wandering singer? He was playing and singing with a guitar in his hands, attracting many pedestrians to stop and listen, and there were sporadic people who put money into the wooden box in front of him.

The melody of the guitar was played nicely, and the singing was nice.

Of course, in the ears of Su Mingyuan, who has a master level of music, this music and singing seem a bit too ordinary. Not only is there nothing outstanding, but also mistakes and omissions can be found everywhere.

However, he also intends not to stand up and criticize others, and then grab other people's guitars to show him what it means to be a master guitar player and what a master voice is.

Pretending is not so strong, right?

So he just stayed silent for a few steps, then turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a homeless man with a sour smell suddenly emerged from the crowd, rushed to the homeless singer, picked up the wooden box in which he had money, and ran away.

This Su Mingyuan is a little hard to see.

What are you doing, a homeless person, who has hands and feet and doesn't want to find a way to find a job. What do you do with the money that other people's homeless singers earned after singing songs all day?

He immediately rushed forward and grabbed the guy's back collar and gave him a kick. The homeless man was kicked to the ground immediately, and the wooden box he was holding in his arms naturally fell to the ground. of small denomination banknotes spilled on the floor.

The homeless man suffered a foot pain, and hurriedly ran away with his butt covered, but Su Mingyuan didn't hit hard.

And this sudden change also caused the surrounding pedestrians who originally listened to the songs to walk away one after another, losing their interest in listening to the songs.

Su Mingyuan picked up the money and the wooden box on the ground and handed it to the dazed and shocked wandering singer, saying:

"Sorry for driving your audience away."

How could the wandering singer blame him, he took his hand and thanked him repeatedly, saying that if it weren't for him, his hard work would have been in vain, and he would go to bed hungry and drink cold water at night.

Su Mingyuan looked at the sincere look of the other party, and felt a little sorry in his heart, and couldn't help saying:

"Actually, when you just played the guitar, there are a few paragraphs that can be handled like this, and this chord, it will be better to play it this way. Your voice is in the middle and low range, you can use... Song……"

After some instructions, the wandering singer was shocked, his eyes lit up, and he said in his heart that he had met an expert.

"Big brother, no, master! I remember everything you just said, but about some of your guitar playing techniques and vocal skills... I wonder if you can demonstrate it to me on the spot." The wandering singer expressed his expectation and hope looked at him.

Alas, how can this be done?

He asked for it on his own initiative, not what I wanted to pretend.

Su Mingyuan sighed helplessly, took the guitar, adjusted the tuning, and walked to the microphone.

Guys who haven't gone far, viewers, stop your steps, open your ears, hold your breath, and listen carefully.

Because the really exciting singing that can bring you into the mood is coming!

…………

When Su Xuelan left home in the morning, she was in a bad mood.

Because she was so active last night, so intentionally or unintentionally

tease.

but

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