Of course, just because there were fewer ordinary martial artists and experts in the Underworld did not mean that the overall strength of the Southwest Region was low. In fact, the overall strength of the Southwest Region was not bad.
However, there were branches of Shaolin and Wudang in the southwest region of the Ming Dynasty. These two factions were the most respected in the martial world. Suppress the expansion of the local martial arts world and prevent foreign martial arts world forces from developing.
Whether it was Shaolin or Wudang, they were both recognized as the holy lands of martial arts in this world. There were Immortal State Warriors guarding them, and no Jianghu force was willing to easily go up against them.
Therefore, the Jianghu in the southwest region of the Ming Dynasty was relatively stable. However, since the decline of the Huashan Sect decades ago and the gradual rise of the Sun Moon Sect, this stability was gradually broken.
Zhu Bin looked at Mo Da curiously. He was dressed in tattered clothes and held an erhu that could be considered an antique in his hand. His expression was sorrowful. If one did not know his identity, he would look like a street performer.
In the tavern, when many Jianghu guests could not stand Mo Da's sorrowful zither music, Zhu Bin said,""Sir's Huqin has already reached the master level. Why don't you come over and play a song for me?”
Mo Da raised his head slightly and looked at Zhu Bin with his turbid eyes. After a while, he said in his dry voice,"Two taels of silver!"
The corner of Zhu Bin's mouth twitched, and he almost spat out a mouthful of wine. The dignified leader of the Mount Heng Sect was actually a street performer. However, when he thought about the countless eccentric people in this world, Zhu Bin did not care.
"Grandmaster, please!" Zhu Bin said lightly.
Mo Da did not refuse. He walked slowly to Zhu Bin's table and started playing the erhu. A sad atmosphere instantly spread throughout the entire wine shop, instantly suppressing the lively atmosphere.
The Jianghu guests in the tavern had long been dissatisfied with the great zither music, but at this moment, they dared not speak up. No one was willing to offend Zhu Bin because of this, so they could only endure it.
However, following Mo Da's performance, many people could tell that this song was not simple. It could affect people's minds and make them involuntarily sad. It was indeed a master-level performance.
The song ended!
Zhu Bin nodded slightly and commented,"" Sir's Huqin is indeed not bad. However, as a great teacher, one must be sad but not hurt. If one were to be sad, one would eventually fall short. I'm afraid that is also the reason why it is difficult for Sir's Dao of Music to break through to the grandmaster level."
A light flashed in Mo Da's turbid eyes as he pondered.
All these years, he had traveled the Jianghu as a zither player to seek inspiration and break through to Grandmaster. At this moment, he seemed to have found what he wanted.
"Thank you for your guidance!" Mo Da slightly cupped his hands and bowed. A smile appeared on his skinny old face, but it was uglier than crying.
"There's no need. I'll pay you to play. It's a fair deal!”Zhu Bin shook his head slightly and took out a silver ingot and placed it on the table, indicating that it was for Mo Da.
This time, it was Mo Da's turn to twitch his mouth. Although he traveled the Jianghu as a zither player, he was still the sect master of Mount Heng. How could he not understand that Zhu Bin had recognized his identity?
But you recognized my identity and gave me money. Or should he pick it up?
Mo Da only thought about this question for a moment. Then, a sword light shot out from his Hu Qin and disappeared in a flash. Then, a corner of the silver on the table was cut off by him.
"Just two taels!" Mo Da picked up the broken piece of silver that he had cut off and kept it in his pocket.
"Hehe, Sect Leader Mo is in a good mood. You play the song and I pay. This is a fair deal. However, you received my guidance and still accepted my silver.”Zhu Bin said indifferently.
"Can I return it?" The corner of Mo Da's mouth twitched, and he had an inexplicable feeling of being schemed against.
"What do you think?" Zhu Bin looked at Mo Da with a smile and said mockingly.
"May I ask how this old man can be of service to Young Master? "I'm already an old man. I hope Young Master won't make things too difficult for me," Mo Da said with a sigh.
"Hehe, you just have to remember that you owe me a favor. In the future, if there's anything, I'll find you!”Zhu Bin said indifferently.
"Sigh! This old man will take his leave!" Mo Da let out a long sigh and turned to leave.
In this matter, Mo Da was not at a disadvantage. His zither skills had received Zhu Bin's guidance, and it was only a matter of time before he broke through to the Grandmaster Realm. Then, Mo Da's martial arts had advanced to the Grandmaster Realm. He was not at a disadvantage in exchange for a favor. However, was it so easy to return Xuan Qing's favor?
"Hey, you said that person is Senior Uncle Mo. You didn't get the wrong person, did you? I remember that Senior Uncle Mo is about the same age as my father. How could he look so old?”At this moment, Yue Lingshan said to Zhu Bin.
There was a hint of doubt and concern in that voice, which surprised Zhu Bin.
"Little girl, what do you think will happen to the business if Sect Leader Mo comes out as a zither player in his original appearance?”Zhu Bin said without looking back.
"What? You said that he was in disguise?" Yue Lingshan instantly reacted.
"Miss is really smart, you finally understand!”Zhu Bin sighed lightly, his sarcastic tone instantly causing Yue Lingshan to explode.
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