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It was March and the sun was snowing, and the old scene of Fantai was isolated under the blue sky and white clouds, quiet and cold.

The six-story platform is made of yellow bricks and black tiles, shaped like a tower, and does not have the height of the tower itself reaching into the sky. However, its huge body looks a little more lonely and lonely under the setting sun under the twilight and spring.

A little cold and lonely, with a little more contemplation and sadness, it is thinking about whose soul the lonely and melancholy spring catkins have bound ruthless shackles to.

The willows hug, the breeze blows the catkins, the peaches and plums compete for spring, the peach blossoms cover the green grass and white bricks with a patchy peach-red blanket, and the clear clouds and green trees add desolation and melancholy to the deserted terrace.

The green ruffles and the carefree scarf were fluttering in the wind, and the young man's thin face had a hint of sadness, just as he was pacing with his head lowered and about to turn around.

The majestic and elegant sound of the snowy bamboos came from behind the stage. It was as crisp as the sound of a string of thorns, as clear as a trickling stream, and as clear as the beads and jade falling. It made those who heard the music unconsciously follow the sound, feeling relaxed and happy, and all their worries were gone.

Mi.

The sound of the music is not as clear and melodious as it is. This music should only exist in heaven, and how many times can it be heard in the world!

As it started to change, the music of the piano suddenly gradually faded away, and all of a sudden it was completely silent. It returned to the loneliness and coldness just now, and the young man's originally sad face added a bit of despair.

Sure enough, the sound of the piano disappears and the sound of the strings rises again, as if on the vast grassland, silent and breathless.

A long eagle passed by, pinched a few inches of uprooted grass with its claws, and suddenly jumped into the sky and spun around. The eagle's whistle echoed in the sky, rising with the wind, and gradually disappeared.

Coming again in a roundabout way, it is as misty as a dream, as gentle as a cry, the sound is clear, distant and tranquil, leisurely and lingering, and the soul is quiet.

The previous zither sounds came together again, the two tones met, gathered, harmonized, and played together, just like two immortals singing a tune together, with the same tone and heart. Suddenly, the zither sounds and strings complemented each other and resounded throughout the stage.

As the peach leaf petals sway and fall, the sound and scenery blend together, making the listener feel transcendent, elegant, quiet and distant.

The young man Qingjin's heart started to rise with the sound, and he quickened his pace and ran to the back of the Fandai. He saw two people sitting on the stone steps of the Fandai, one of whom was past the age of knowing his destiny.

He was dressed in a brocade brown robe, with a fair face, a broad forehead and an upright face, with thick eyebrows and smeared eyebrows. His short sideburns and beard hung down neatly and in an orderly manner like the beard on his chin. His eyes were as bright as stars, and he contained great wisdom. His legs

Sitting cross-legged on the stone steps.

The xylophone lay quietly on his knees and legs, letting it play the strings, with a leisurely and contented expression, already transcendent and selfless, in an ethereal and ethereal realm.

The man sitting next to him, wearing a flowing yellow shirt and long robe, was plump and handsome. His brows were stretched out, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a happy and lively smile.

His appearance is astonishing, and the mustache on his upper lip spreads out as he smiles, giving his handsome face an extraordinary and unrestrained look. His gimmick of joking about life is very funny, but it does make people happy.

This person is none other than the immortal Linxian.

"Senior Linxian!"

The green boy looked at the man in the yellow shirt and said happily, as if he had met an old friend, his joy was beyond words.

The man in the yellow shirt was closing his eyes, holding the erhu strings in his hand and playing the music of the piano in unison, singing the feast of mountains, flowing water, spring and snow.

Suddenly I heard a familiar voice calling me, and I immediately opened my eyes and stopped the bow in my hand. When the bow suddenly stopped, I didn't forget to have a perfect, melodious and smooth ending with Hu Xian.

He stood up and looked at the green young man, but he didn't show the slightest surprise. Instead, he turned sideways and said to the man next to him: "Mr. Mengxi! The spring is white with snow, the mountains are flowing, and if you don't have friends to accompany you, it's just like ordinary music."

"What Linxianjun said is absolutely true. Mengxi's mediocre piano skills and Linxianjun's erhu music are extraordinary and elegant. They complement each other and they can only play this beautiful spring snow. If Shi Kuang comes back to life, it will be difficult to play this fairy music!" Mengxi twisted! Must say.

Only then did Linxian cast his gaze on Ge Guanting, who was not far away, and said with a smile: "What are you doing there, you idiot? Why don't you come over and pay homage to Mr. Shen Kuo and Shen Mengxi."

Hearing this, Ge Guanting bowed and said, "Young man Ge Guanting, please pay your respects to Mr. Mengxi!"

Shen Mengxi stretched out his arms to help, and said warmly: "Master Ge, please don't bow. Although Mengxi is a few years older than you, in fact, his knowledge is shallow, and his desire to learn is as good as yours. I have heard about Linxian for a long time." There is a scholarly and childish disciple. When I saw him today, he turned out to be refined and upright, with a dignified appearance and a knowledge of etiquette and books."

Linxian shook his head lightly and said otherwise: "Mr. Mengxi, you are too humble. Who in the world doesn't know that you are knowledgeable and talented, proficient in poetry, poetry, astronomy, astrology, Qihuang music, and physics and earth science?" To be so humble in front of juniors is too sour, this sourness is really too much."

Shen Mengxi refused to comment, raised his head and looked at the sky, and said: "It's getting late, how about we play again next time, Mr. Linxian?"

"This magistrate is not as happy as an ordinary person like me. It doesn't matter. Mr. Mengxi, let's play the song of mountains and flowing water next time."

Shen Mengxi looked at Ge Guanting, picked up the xylophone, and said seriously: "Well, Mr. Ge, tomorrow's imperial examination, just start writing with your heart and finish it with your heart, don't worry."

As he spoke, he touched the strings with his five fingers, producing an obscure tone of "Zhengzheng", as deep as a cow's cry, "Just like this piano, whatever your heart is like, you can play whatever kind of music you want. In short, whatever is in your heart is what you want it to be." , what is written by the pen, if you can forget the words when you pick up the pen, forget the tune when wiping the string, and forget the sound when pinching the hole, then it is the real elephant. If you don’t have virtue, why do you need to be talented? The best is as good as water.”

Ge Guanting felt his head buzzing. Shen Mengxi's words were really deafening and enlightening. He couldn't help but feel enlightened. His heart suddenly felt free from worries, his smile stretched wide, and his eyes showed admiration.

He looked at the leisurely scene of Shen Mengxi holding the piano deep into the sky, with the peach leaves flying and the silhouette of the setting sun. He let out a long sigh of relief and suddenly felt refreshed.

bright.

Just when Ge Guanting was lost in despair, he suddenly felt his arms tighten. Unexpectedly, Linxian concentrated his energy with his fingers, and with a strong movement, he held his arms.

Although there was no pain, I felt a cool air gurgling into Ge Guanting's body. It flowed into the body as the muscles and veins flowed. It was like a magnet in the body that continuously diluted this energy when it encountered prey.

Lin Xian frowned slightly and thought to himself: "It's strange, when did this idiot offend Tang Duying'er? This ant-eating poison actually sealed the internal energy and spiritual power of the universe in the body. If this continues, he will only be affected by the ant-eating poison over time. Eating away the inner essence, the energy will be exhausted and you will die."

He put away his inner energy, smoothed his hair, and said solemnly: "Ge Yin, how far has your "Sword Master Sword Qi" reached?"

Ge Guanting felt a little confused and strange when Linxian called his name like this. He immediately calmed down and replied slowly: "I have already practiced the fifth posture, but I can't find any inner strength in the past few days. The Qiankun Stone in my body no longer obeys my orders, and my chest seems to be blocked by something."

Linxian smiled and said: "Hey, good boy, you are not completely stupid, you actually know that the powerful force in your body is the Qiankun Stone!"

"Well, that's what Liqin and Hong...xian said, otherwise I wouldn't know."

"That means you admit that you are still stupid!"

"...."

Being teased, Ge Guanting didn't know how to retort, so he just remained silent for a while.

"Hey, you kid, let me ask you, have you eaten more recently?"

A look of surprise appeared on Ge Guanting's face, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he answered after a long while: "Uh! Senior, you really know things like a god, you are worthy of being an enlightened immortal."

After hearing this, Linxian's face turned ugly, full of mania, and he almost wanted to go crazy. However, he took a few breaths to calm down, and pretended to be calm and said: "You kid, haven't you said it hundreds of times? I

Not senior, I'm only in my thirties, younger than your father. If you always call me senior, I will grow old faster, you know?" His voice was deep and heavy, with a hint of blame.

"Previously...Brother Linxian, please calm down. Immortals can't be angry. They have to be calm and collected."

"Ever since I met you, I no longer know what it means to be calm."

"Well.........."

Seeing Ge Yin's silent look, Linxian didn't want to continue teasing him. He sighed secretly, changed the topic, and said Wen Ran: "You are a lucky kid, and you don't have the "Sword Master Sword Qi" at the moment.

If you need to use it again, wait until you have the inner strength, otherwise your sword energy won't even be able to kill mosquitoes. What you are learning now is not a way to defend yourself against enemies, but a way to save your life."

These words were exactly what Ge Guanting meant. He nodded frequently and muttered: "Okay, I originally thought that this martial arts should not be used to hurt people and kill people. I just hope to learn it to strengthen the body, help the weak and eliminate violence.
Chapter completed!