Li Xiuyuan ate the cakes brought by Xiao Ling'er, and the two girls sat at the table and drank two kinds of spiritual tea.

Chen Xiaoyan finally asked the question that had been hidden in her heart for a long time.

"Senior brother competed with Ouyang Manxue from Snowfield Holy Land that day. I want to know the real reason."

Because no matter how she thought after that, she couldn't understand the reason. Even Nalan Ruoyu, who was the master of the two, was also covered by the snow and fog flying in the sky.

It can be said that no one, whether it was the Snowfield Holy Land or the elder disciples of Tianyun Mountain, could clearly see how Li Xiuyuan won two games in a row.

Even the headmaster of Tianyun Mountain and Ouyang Chongming of Snowfield Holy Land thought it was just Master Zhufeng's good luck that he won two competitions due to the weather.

However, Chen Xiaoyan couldn't figure it out.

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile. He reached out and took out Ouyang Xuan's piano score and handed it to the junior sister in front of him.

Chen Xiaoyan took it and gently put it on the table and unfolded it, but instantly frowned again, and then hummed softly.

After a long while, he asked: "The name of the music score "Looking at the Spring Breeze" is so beautiful, and the melody is also very beautiful. Why does it sound so unpleasant when it flows out from under the strings of my senior brother's piano?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at her, shook his head, and asked, "Do you have your piano with you?"

When Xiao Ling'er heard this, she quickly smiled and said without waiting for her sister's reply: "Sister, please hurry up and let me teach you how to play the piano."

Chen Xiaoyan sighed and silently took out her iron piano and placed it on the table.

Li Xiuyuan moved the tea set away from the table, reached out and turned Chen Xiaoyan's guqin around, and gently plucked it twice, only to hear a tinkling sound.

Then a cheerful sound like the spring breeze in the mountains, like the chirping of birds in the forest, or like the mountain stream flowed out from his hands.

Chen Xiaoyan listened carefully and saw that it was "Looking at the Spring Breeze" written on the square qin score in front of her.

Senior Brother Xindao is indeed a secretive guy, and he is indeed much higher than me in Qindao.

When he was about to ask questions, unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan changed the tune of the piano between his fingers, and the cheerful sound of the piano suddenly turned into a whimpering autumn wind, as if the wind was beating on the wood door, making bursts of harsh sounds.

Before a moment, Li Xiuyuan stopped playing the piano, looked at her and asked quietly: "What's the difference?"

"What's the difference?"

Chen Xiaoyan lowered her head and began to think deeply. She thought again and again, then looked up at the guqin on the table and said, "Senior brother, did you do it on purpose that day? Did you intentionally drag it out for half a beat and make the tone sharper?"

Xiao Ling'er, who was sitting aside, put down the hand covering his ears, looked at Li Xiuyuan and shouted: "My brother's playing from behind is so ugly, just as ugly as when we competed on the high platform that day."

Nodding, Li Xiuyuan said softly: "Ouyang Xuan gave me a new piano score that day. No matter how good I played, I would lose the competition."

"Senior brother is right, because after your first try, how can you be as proficient as Ouyang Manxue who has practiced piano for several years?"

In Chen Xiaoyan's eyes, Ouyang Manxue of Snowfield Holy Land is a formidable opponent, and he even surpasses her in Qindao cultivation.

Xiao Ling'er smiled thoughtfully: "Brother deliberately caused trouble that day. That beautiful elder sister must hate him to death..."

Li Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Looking at the second girl, he replied: "Yes, I just deliberately slowed down half a beat and lowered the tone..."

Chen Xiaoyan looked at him and sighed, and said quietly: "I still don't understand. Ouyang Manxue was clearly not disturbed by you before? Why did he become confused later?

At this moment, in front of her eyes, it seemed that she was back on the high platform that day.

In her memory, it seemed like there was a momentary pause in time, and then Ouyang Manxue's piano sound became increasingly chaotic, and finally lost to her senior brother's prank.

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said seriously: "I didn't prank her. You can play the same music score half a beat faster, why can't I play half a beat slower? You listen to the grace of the spring breeze, but I like the ruthlessness of the autumn rain."

Looking at Chen Xiaoyan's appearance, Li Xiuyuan continued: "In your opinion, I am disturbing her piano sound. In my opinion, she who plays the piano first has disturbed my mood."

After speaking, he pushed the guqin he was facing towards Chen Xiaoyan and said, "You can try playing your favorite guqin score again, and we will try again!"

Chen Xiaoyan nodded, took a breath, and gently placed her hand on the strings. A tinkling sound sounded, but it was "The Phoenix Returns to the Nest" that Ouyang Manxue played that day.

The beautiful sound of the piano was like a breeze blowing in the face, and even the little Ling'er sitting nearby couldn't help but squint his eyes and listen attentively.

Li Xiuyuan didn't say anything, but turned around and picked up a chopstick, holding half a cup of spiritual tea.

Regardless of whether it's the breeze in the mountains or the stream in the woods, I'll be tapping one after another, then tapping to a certain beat.

The sound of the cup hitting the tea cup is not unpleasant, but it does not match Chen Xiaoyan's "Phoenix in the Nest" at all. It is more like an ignorant little Ling'er playing a prank on her sister.

Listening to the ding-ding-dong-dong knocking sound, not to mention Chen Xiaoyan, even Xiao Ling'er frowned.

Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he shouted: "Brother, you are causing trouble."

Li Xiuyuan ignored her, but kept tapping the tea cup in his hand until Chen Xiaoyan, who was playing the piano, had to stop playing with her fingers.

Yu sighed quietly and said, "Senior brother, I seem to understand a little bit."

Li Xiuyuan stopped tapping, looked at her and said, "You can play the beautiful piano sound along with the breeze in the mountains, the creek in the forest, or even the chirping of birds in the sky..."

"In the eyes of others, it is the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds that conform to your music... Have you ever tried to sit by the edge of a stream and not listen to the sound of the stream, but instead play your music?

The score you want?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ling'er was confused.

However, a bright light flashed in Chen Xiaoyan's eyes, as if she suddenly caught a glimpse of an artistic conception that she had never thought about before.

"In my opinion, there are only three realms of playing the piano to the end." At this point, Li Xiuyuan drank up the spiritual tea in his hand.

"Senior brother, please speak." Chen Xiaoyan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"The first is to follow the sounds of the universe, such as the sound of wind, rain, and the sound of swimming streams, and follow their rhythms to play the music in your heart."

"The second type is to ignore the sound of wind and rain outside the window and just play the sound I want. For example, just now you played your spring breeze and I played my autumn rain."

"Finally, go against the wind. For example, it is raining heavily outside the window, but at this time you want to play the spring sun, the flowers are blooming, and everything is born..."

"Another example is that the other party is playing the sonorous iron and blood, and is performing military exercises on the battlefield, but you can freely play the spring flowers and autumn moon, and the birds are clinging to you..."

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan shared his insights about Qin Dao over the years without any reservation with the junior sister in front of him who was thirsty for knowledge.

Like the spring breeze and drizzle, and like the bright moon on a summer night.

Even little Ling'er, who didn't understand much about the way of playing the piano, nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile: "Little Ling'er also wants to learn to play the piano from my brother."

Li Xiuyuan looked at her and smiled: "Practice the most basic piano skills with your sister and my master first, and then I will teach you when I come back."

Chen Xiaoyan lowered her head and pondered for a long time, then looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "I wonder if there is any artistic conception in the world where two people can play exactly the same tune and have a perfect rapport?"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this, and it seemed as if he had returned to the back hill of Shura Tianyu Academy. That day, Nangong Ruyu, who was the Princess of Taoyuan, followed her mother...

The sound of tinkling started, and a faint sound of the piano gradually began to sound.

As if, Li Xiuyuan saw a figure in the distance...

It was as if his own hands were stroking the strings, and a small hand was placed on the edge of the strings, and the two of them joined together.

Gradually... gently, like a miracle...

The sound of the piano gradually becomes softer, like the gentle and continuous mountains, like the mountain spring meandering from the valley.

As the music of the piano rises and falls, it is like the moon shining on the water, and the water ripples reflecting the moon.

With four machines, the mandarin ducks want to fly together, but unfortunately the old man turns white first.

Green grass on the spring waves, deep in the cold dawn, bathed in red clothes.

After singing softly twice, the sound of the piano between Li Xiuyuan's fingers was intermittent and then continuous, as thin as a gossamer, as if he had never played before.

Before he could come to his senses, the guqin turned slightly and was moved by Nangong Ruyu in front of him. She was seen gently stroking the strings and began to sing softly like Li Xiuyuan.

Two machines, the spring dust has already disturbed the old woven clothes. The red and pink fragrance falls and it is difficult to leave the dream.

There are yellow flowers and green grass, and the nightingales are singing in the alleys of Qin people.

There are four looms, trying to weave mandarin ducks and breaking the shuttle, but the east wind can't help but the shadows of the flowers are sparse.

The sound of shock breaks, the boredom disappears, when is the return date?

...

The sound of the piano was lingering, and butterflies flew in from the mountains one after another, circling up and down around the two of them, and even the bolder ones landed on Nangong Ruyu's shoulders.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sing along with Nangong Ruyu's piano, and the two of them sang in unison.

Three machines, Qianqian's plain hands weave for you, shame hides Luo Jin's clever thoughts.

The golden cup sings late, the moon tilts against the window paper, and I dream of a drunken orchid pond.

...

I don't know how much time passed, but when Li Xiuyuan came back to his senses, he sighed leisurely and reached out to touch it. There were two lines of shallow tears on his face.

Silently, he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears on his face.

Turning around to look, Xiao Ling'er had already retracted herself into the animal blanket in the recliner and was snoring.

Chen Xiaoyan on the side was holding half a cup of spiritual tea and staring at herself in a daze.

Sighing again, Li Xiuyuan looked at her and smiled bitterly: "Want to play the same tune? How difficult it is in heaven and on earth..."

"Senior brother, have you ever tried it?" Chen Xiaoyan asked carefully as she watched Li Xiuyuan wake up from trance.

After thinking for a while, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "Or, you can try asking Senior Brother Wang Qiang to worship Yu Zun as his teacher and practice Qin Tao, and wait for more than ten years until he enters the Tao..."

"How can that idiot even enter the piano?" Chen Xiaoyan looked at him and shook her head in disbelief.
To be continued...