"Lotus boat?"

In the carriage, facing the old man with a smile and his eyes closed, the girl who used to be cold and indifferent was now blushing, a little absent-minded, and murmuring.

A few strands of hair fell on the forehead of this girl who was recognized as a genius of the Yin Yang family in Si Tian Prison.

She immediately lowered her head and wrote down the Qi Jue poem just now in a small notebook.

Then, he bit the belly of his index finger and drew a scribbled red circle on the two ink characters "Lotus Boat".

In the quiet space of the carriage, I was really breathing a little.

What happened in just one stick of incense was too dazzling, and so was the playing of the six Kuanglu Mountain travel music. If you missed it, you would be at fault. The old musician only played it once, and it depends on her luck...

A little exciting.

Even if Rong Zhen is in a good mood, he rarely encounters such an urgent and powerless state.

The level of energy consumption is only slightly worse than having her face an unexpected situation with the owner of Die Lianhua.

Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are not what she is good at.

Except for the calligraphy required for writing edicts, Rong Zhen never learned such things in Si Tianjian, in the palace, and by His Majesty's side.

To please His Majesty.

And she is actually the one who doesn't need to deliberately please His Majesty.

On the contrary, it is this kind of cold and cold temperament that does not understand the circle of people, which is particularly appreciated by His Majesty.

But who knew that one day practice would be linked to this small path.

Then he looked at the skinny and hunched old musician in front of him who was concentrating with his eyes closed. He had always been proud of his peers in the palace and even Luoyang in terms of cultivation. Only when he faced those monsters in the Zhongnan Mountain Taoist Temple did he take a closer look at Rong Zhen, and felt a little frustrated in his heart.

Why does this sword wielder's Juemui sword technique not follow the routine? It's all about understanding and no skills.

At this moment, Rong Zhen suddenly remembered what an old musician said recently when he praised Ouyang Lianghan. He was very spiritual and understanding, could learn anything quickly, and was very good at thinking.

Rong Zhen lowered her head and glanced at the small notebook he left for her. She moved her eyes away from the Qi Jue poems she had just written and moved forward. It was also her handwriting. There were only two and a half poems in the piano notebook, which was far from enough.

Rong Zhen only had time to keep these six pieces of music that the old musician had just played in sequence.

But in fact, from the moment he heard the end of the first piece of music, Rong Zhen had basically resigned himself to his fate, knowing that he would not be able to finish it.

So, she just tried her best to write down what she could remember. The more she wrote, the better.

Moreover, this was not recorded for herself.

Rong Zhen held the small book in his hand, slightly tightened his grip on a corner of the page, opened the curtain, and looked back at the back of the carriage.

There was no shadow of Ouyang Lianghan's carriage, and only the dark shadow of the tall city wall remained in the distant night.

The carriage she and the old musician were riding in had already passed through the West City Gate, and Ouyang Lianghan's carriage must have just stopped at the city gate to say goodbye.

Rong Zhen listened intently to the old musician playing the piano for a while, but he and the carriage had disappeared.

Rong Zhen suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Old senior, can't you really play it again? Junior... Junior is a little stupid. It's really hard to remember. You can choose a day to play it again, just this one time. If you can... let junior lead Ouyang Liang

It will be better if John comes together."

The old musician shook his head:

"The Tao should not be taught lightly, and the Dharma should not be sold cheaply. Sometimes, the more quietly and accidentally you get something, the more profound your memory will be. This is called fate.

"Just like you want to listen to this song with the wise and spiritual Governor Ouyang, but he has always been here before, but he is not here tonight. This is also a matter of fate and destiny, so why force it.

"Corresponding to fate, there is a word in Buddhism called attachment. Girl Rong, you are attached to it. The more you want something, the harder it is to get it. On the contrary, it doesn't matter, but you can get everything.

"If you want to become a true sword wielder, the most entry-level level is also the first level, which is to break the image in your heart with one sword. Only by breaking this image and this obsession can you enter this terminal line.

.

"All sword holders are like this. The senior was like this, I am like this, and the owner of Dielianhua you have always hated must be like this. The moment he became a sword holder, he was either very sad, indifferent or great.

Quickly kill the obsessive thing in your heart. If you don't kill it, how can you hold the sword?

"Even if you don't want to be a sword bearer who takes the traditional path like me, you still need to get through this.

"Girl Rong, I didn't mean to embarrass you, or not tell you that I had played [Emperor Wen]'s Sword Jue, but I saw the eagerness and impatience in your heart under your indifferent appearance, so I wanted to wait a little longer.

, wait until you are no longer obsessed with it.

"However, it seems that the opportunity has not come yet, and you are not ready. If you play it again, the ending will still be the same. You want to bring Ouyang Lianghan here because you want to prepare more, but how much preparation should be done is called

Are you fully prepared?

"Even if you memorize all six zither tunes and let me or a skilled musician play them day and night, and the six zither tunes linger in your ears, you still won't hear the sound of the zither coming from afar.

"On the contrary, I just happened to say it by chance. The time to play it again was just right, but it's a pity that no one took the opportunity.

"That's it for now. Girl Rong, please go back and think about it."

The old musician suddenly smiled;

"Of course, if you can ask the Saint of Luoyang for instructions and ask her to personally issue an order to order me to play it a hundred times again, I will obey the order. You still have to listen to the Saint's words, but this is not what you want."

Rong Zhen looked sad and thoughtful.

After a while, the old musician was sent away.

At the entrance of Xunyang Grottoes, Rong Zhen suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of Xunyang City in the distance.

What about that kid!

Why is he in such a hurry to go back?

Rong Zhen's eyebrows were raised, she hugged the xylophone, clutched a small book tightly, and walked into the deep night dressed in lavender clothes.

There is a bright moon in the distance, hanging quietly over Xunyang City.

…

The carriage they were sitting on had already turned back to the city and headed towards Xunyang Tower.

Away from the west city gate, and the carriage of Rong Zhen, the old musician and others who were drifting away.

Ali was driving diligently and didn't notice anything unusual in the rear compartment. At most, he thought the piano music that just echoed in the night was a bit pleasant...

Ouyang Rong didn't have the energy to care about Ali's driving.

Before leaving at the West City Gate, the special last note he heard lingered in his ears like a lingering sound.

It’s a real “remaining sound”.

The old musician's piece of music has long since disappeared.

However, Ouyang Rong heard an inexplicable piano sound.

It was different from the music played by the old musician, but it seemed familiar to him. He felt it was particularly familiar and familiar, but he couldn't place it.

The sound of the piano still echoes in my ears.

It seems to come from afar, but it is farther than that.

Like some kind of void that ignores time, spatial scale and distance.

But the sound was incomplete, it stopped abruptly somewhere, something was missing.

Yes, it's missing.

It is the sound of a broken piece of music.

Ouyang Rong felt as if he was being tickled, his mouth was dry and he licked his lips.

Which piece is missing?

He began to think hard...

In the carriage, Ouyang Rong remained motionless, like a statue.

It was obvious that his Dantian had been completely transformed, and the spiritual energy in his body had completely changed from blue to red, but he frowned and wandered for nine days.

The sound is so far away that one cannot tell whether it comes from the past, the present, or the future?

Ouyang Rong's thoughts chased the sound of the piano farther and farther away.

Until a certain moment.

"Giggle--!"

Under Ouyang Rong's buttocks, the piano-shaped sword case in the space of the seat was trembling.

He suddenly woke up, bent down to hold down the shaking piano case, and took a long breath.

So dangerous.

Ouyang Rong reacted belatedly.

[Takumi] noticed something unusual about him, and his thoughts were almost dragged into nothingness by this sword technique similar to the "music sound", like a traveler lost in the wilderness, who may never come back.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and comforted himself.

The [Craftsmanship] in the box immediately became a little excited.
To be continued...