Members of the polo team ride on the mechanical beasts and show their abilities on the field. Sometimes, when competing between popular teams, a ticket in the front row is hard to find.

"...This is the last solution!"

Shangguan sighed helplessly: "Brother Taibai, please don't make the point wrong. Besides, if you really get to that point, each competitor will have a polo team. Can you get it together? By the way, you are not allowed to draw your sword to scare people in polo competitions."

Li Bai silently put away his volunteer hand.

Pretend that nothing happened.

"Ahem, so, Shangguan, do you think Lu Gong will take action on his birthday?"

"It must be."

Shangguan picked up the teacup and looked downstairs: "Otherwise, how could such a big battle be created? Look downstairs, the fat man who was picked up by Mr. Lu himself was the current Imperial College priest... The previous one was the Huangmen Minister in the palace. There are many familiar faces in Qujiangfang here on weekdays.

Looking at this scene, Mr. Lu must have some amazing masterpieces to be displayed today. Brother Taibai, have you participated? If there is any inside story, can you reveal it?”

"Does it count as chopping firewood and watching fire every day? I don't understand the way the institution masters do at all."

Li Bai pinched his chin, feeling confused.

Even if he put two bearings in front of him now, he could not tell which one was.

Shangguan asked him how to swordsmanship, poetry and prose, but he could tell a lot. If he asked this, he would be blind...

Just as the two were talking, a noise came from downstairs.

In front of the gate of Jiuxiao Pavilion, a row of luxurious and eye-catching carriages slowly drove towards everyone's exclamations. The huge Taotie pattern on the carriage made passers-by look excited.

The most luxurious, luxurious and coolest in Chang'an City, and the most noble carriage!

There are a limited edition of 100 units, each of which is more than ten thousand gold. Even if you have money, you can't buy it. Now even reservations have been ten years later...

But Li Bai was curious: the most common wooden ox and horse in Chang'an City only cost 100 gold per piece, and the monthly ticket for convenient items such as the track ches is only one gold.

Why are there anyone who is scheming to promote a transportation thing to more than ten thousand yuan?

Do you like the exquisite beauty it represents?

Or do you like the power and money it represents?

"This is so troublesome." Shangguan sighed.

"What's wrong?" Li Bai asked.

Shangguan raised his hand and pointed at the Pisces totem on the carriage: "Carp pattern is the noble of Li's family. Maybe he is a prince!"

"Isn't it a good thing for the prince to support him?"

Li Bai was a little puzzled: "The nobles of nobles wouldn't come over to cause trouble when an old man celebrates his birthday, right?"

Shangguan shook his head.

"It's not him who is troubled, it's the meaning of his coming here." Shangguan sighed, "Behind this battle between the arch masters, maybe there will be a higher level... You have heard of the style of conduct during the Li period..."

The dark fighting among the top leaders is far more complicated and dirty than the disputes between the streets or in the world.

He knew that Li Bai couldn't stand these things, and he didn't say much.

And downstairs, Lu Daoxuan had already rushed over and bowed to him: "It turned out to be Bo Qingjun, how lucky I am to be."

The man called Bo Qingjun is a middle-aged man in his forties with mottled hair and pale face, as if he had a chronic illness. After coughing twice, he did not smile.

He just lowered his eyes and glanced at the old man who was bowing his head beside him.

"Today I'm going out for a leisure time, it's better to watch it with excitement." Li Boqing asked softly: "Since you have achieved success, why bother to take this muddy water, Dao Xuan Gong?"

"If you are stuck in your throat, you will not vomit quickly. When things come, you have to do it."

Lu Daoxuan replied calmly: "That's all."

"I have to do it."

Li Boqing nodded, as if he knew it: "Then let's do it yourself."

He shook his sleeves, passed the old man beside him, and walked upstairs. The followers entered one after another, passing through both sides of Lu Daoxuan, like waves.

Cross the reef.

Only Lu Daoxuan was still standing there and hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Mr. Lu..." Xun Qing looked over worriedly and reached out to support him, but found that the old man's arms were as firm as iron and had not shaken at all.

"I'm not old enough to stand up yet, Ah Qing."

Lu Daoxuan shook his head and stared at the streets. After a long time, he suddenly said, "Since all the distinguished guests have arrived, let's start."

He turned around, held his crutch and walked through the noisy lobby step by step: "I always have to see how much backbone there is in this old body..."

Upstairs, Li Bai and Shangguan, who were drinking tea, suddenly heard the noise below dissipating quickly, and in the end, it was silent.

The sound of dance music silk bamboo disappeared.

The needle can be heard.

Only the servants served with fruits and tea, and the soft sound of their sleeves rubbing against each other.

The protagonist of today should have already come to the stage.

He had never relied on the machine chair that had been with him for many years, nor had he supported a crutch, and even refused the support of his disciples. The old man who was not good at walking in his arms, walked to the stage step by step with his own strength.

In an instant, it attracted everyone's attention.

"I am 69 years old this year, born in a humble state. I didn't expect that one day I will become famous in Chang'an and make achievements."

Lu Daoxuan looked up and said lightly: "Although he had a little achievement, he was not worth mentioning. He thought he could spend his rest in this way, but he didn't expect that this body would be useful again.

Today, all the guests gathered together to celebrate my birthday for an old man. This time, I have no wish to repay you. Let me play a song for you here..."

When Lu Daoxuan carefully uncovered the cloth in his arms, no one in the audience or upstairs couldn't help but stretch out his neck and looked carefully.

But with his words, the thing that was held in his arms like a treasure finally revealed his true face.

What is unbelievable is that it is not a mechanic carefully created by Lu Daoxuan, but an ordinary pipa.

It seems like after experiencing vicissitudes, the paint color cracks on it have already peeled off a lot, but under careful care and storage, there has been no trace of breaking or incompleteness.

When Lu Daoxuan reached out and stroked his hand, the crisp sound of the pipa spread, which was shocking.

It was like an old man was just preparing to play the piano to cheer up the guests who celebrated their birthday. He did not mention the ambitions and did not intend to compete with any merchants.

Li Bai was silence: "Lu Guild plays the pipa?"

Next to him, Li Xiang nodded slightly: "My pipa was enlightened by Mr. Lu. Unfortunately, I can't see it. I have not become a blessing for Mr. Lu's disciple. I can only learn a little dross and rely on it for a living."

Seeing that Li Xiang said this, Li Bai could not tell for a moment whether he was humble or whether Mr. Lu's pipa was really so exquisite.

But before he could think carefully, a clanging sound spread from the downstairs in the silence.

Teared the dumbfounded silence apart.

Li Bai subconsciously straightened his body, widened his eyes, and felt the terrible pressure like a ray of light on his back. The air seemed to condense, blocked in the lungs and was difficult to breathe.

When the old man who had always been hunched slowly straightened his back, everyone realized that Lu Daoxuan was so tall.

The old man in black was nine feet tall, like a mountain with white hair, still standing still, looking down from top to bottom, his eyes became clear from turbidity.

Sharp and arrogant.

Too arrogant.

When two eyebrows that flew into the temples were raised, their faces were solemn like figures in a temple. They were angry and majestic, and looked down with a cold look. The iron-like spirit was pressing on people's hearts, making people unable to breathe.

At this moment, it seemed as if some invisible power filled the entire Jiuxiao Pavilion, covering every inch of space, surrounding the thin old man, making people unable to help but want to retreat in a trance.

Unable to resist such a hot sight.

Li Bai subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword, and his fingers trembled excitedly.

If Mr. Lu did not become a mechanic but practiced swordsmanship, he would definitely be able to become a top master who was rare!

This courage to look down on the world from the top of the mountain is so precious and terrifying!

At that moment, storms and thunder spread.

As the old man tweaked his fingers, the pipa made of copper and steel whirled and the iron strings buzzed, causing the celestial beings depicted on the peeling paint to dance for it.

The decaying pipa sounded like a moody rainstorm, sprinkling a string of harsh and high-pitched melodies that shook everyone's breathing, making people sway their hearts and unable to control themselves.

Smash the Buddha, burn the statues, and break the glaze.

The rapid melody contained the boiling sadness of the five aggregates and the misery of birth, old age, sickness and death, which was heavy on everyone's hearts, but the old man's eyes were brighter, as if they were to shine, and the hotness was so unsightly that they could not be seen directly.

"What I think is in Taishan."

The old man with white hair curled his lips, looked down at the suffering that had been entangled throughout his life with contempt, and sang an ancient song hoarsely: "I want to follow Liang's father, and I look around and tears. The beauty gave me a gold knife, how can I repay Ying Qiong Yao?

Don’t rely on the free and easy way when the road is far away, why worry and worry about trouble!”

Tear the storm and rain apart, stepping on the suffering that was plagued by, the low and heroic singing sounded like a fire, as if burning wildly.

A low drum sound burst out.

Everyone suddenly changed their expression because the pavilions under their feet were trembling, because the loud noise burst out in their ears, and countless low sounds overlapped together and turned into jaw-dropping low rhythms.
To be continued...