The beautiful melody came out from this dilapidated thatched pavilion in the woods. The sound of the piano was soft, without any harshness, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Yun Qiyou closed his eyes slightly and felt it with his heart, but his eight fingers did not stop plucking the strings.
Yun Yazi's eyes widened, the drink in his mouth flowed down his open mouth, and he looked in disbelief at the woman in white playing the piano in front of him.
Suddenly, a few green birds chirped, and Yun Yazi came to his senses. When he looked up, he saw several cuckoos and magpies, seemingly attracted by the sound of the piano, flying around under the thatched pavilion and refusing to leave for a long time.
Yun Yazi swallowed his saliva and murmured: "Genius! What a genius!"
It took him thirty years to attract the birds to stamp their feet, but Yun Qiyou could play such a beautiful piece of music as soon as he got started, which made him almost unable to believe his eyes.
After finishing the song, there was a lingering sound that lingered in his ears. Yun Yazi was intoxicated for a while and said to Yun Qiyou: "Qin can calm the mind. You are born with a calm mind. You are a rare genius in music and rhythm. Have you ever learned the piano before?"
Yun Qiyou nodded and said: "My master has studied music, chess, calligraphy and painting. After I started, I almost always stayed with my master, and I knew something about it. But I think these are just small interests to cultivate one's moral character and cultivate one's sentiments.
Excessive involvement.”
Yun Yazi said: "You are already great. I never thought that I would be able to find a successor in my old age, which would comfort me throughout my life. Can you understand the music score?"
Yun Qiyou thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
Yun Yazi was overjoyed. He groped for a long time in his arms and took out a crumpled Qiankun storage bag. Then he searched in the storage bag for a long time and found a jade flute and a sheet of music.
He handed the music score to Yun Qiyou and said: "This is the ancient score "Six Paths of Reincarnation" that I accidentally obtained a hundred years ago. It is accompanied by ancient lyrics and an ensemble of piano and flute. You play the piano and sing the lyrics, and I will accompany the flute. Try it.
Can you perform it?"
When Yun Qiyou saw that Yun Yazi was as happy as a naughty boy, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he spread out the ancient book.
There are no symbols in the music score, and everything is described in words, which is called the subtraction notation. All fingering changes are shown in this awkward notation.
Yun Qiyou had a photographic memory. After reading it twice, he had memorized all the thousands of words of the majestic notation in his mind. He knew all the changes in fingering and melody.
Then, she glanced at the ancient words on the ancient genealogy. After just one glance, her eyes immediately focused and she was deeply attracted by the ancient words on it.
The edgeless sword, the thought of cutting through the dust, can be cut continuously in three lives and seven lifetimes.
Reincarnation is painful, beauty is far away, no one will accompany you on the road to the end of the world.
The beauty has died and the flowers have faded. I only want to sleep with you forever.
The sky is vast and the mortal world is noisy. What does immortality have to do with me?
A pot of wine and a sword, why is it so difficult?
Yun Qiyou was stunned. This was not the first time she had seen this ancient poem. Ye Xiaochuan had carved this poem on the stone wall that day when she was sitting on the mountain behind Samsara Peak.
At that time, when she saw this ancient poem for the first time, she felt a wave of sadness sweeping through her body, and she even shed tears involuntarily. It was as if this poem was specially written for her.
At this moment, when she saw this ancient poem again, her mood suddenly became complicated.
The image of that young man appeared in my mind involuntarily.
She didn't know that in all these years, she had never looked at any man differently, but she was so obsessed with this boy who was several years younger than her.
The subtle changes in Yun Qiyou's expression could not escape the wise eyes of senior Yun Yazi.
Zhanchen and Wufeng have been entangled for thousands of years and have been cut off continuously for three lives and seven lifetimes. How could he not know about it?
He said slowly: "Is this not the first time you have seen this ancient poem?"
Yun Qiyou suddenly came back to his senses, nodded and said: "I have seen it once. This poem seems... seems to have something to do with me."
Yun Yazi said: "Of course it is related. It is said that this poem was written by Wu Feng's first master for Zhan Chen's first master ten thousand years ago. It is said that the divine sword can channel spirits, and Wu Feng and Zhan Chen
Thousands of years of obsession and resentment are all contained in this ancient poem."
The sound of the piano was resentful and the sound of the flute was melodious, but soon both Yun Yazi and Yun Qiyou discovered that no matter how they coordinated, the sound of the piano and the flute could not blend together. A single sound sounded perfect, but when the two sounds were put together, they were just perfect.
It feels very raw.
After breakfast in the dining hall of Jishi'an, the nuns' morning classes had finished and the whole world finally became quiet.
The melodious sound came down from Langya Mountain, and Ye Xiaochuan found Bailiyuan lying on a rock with her plump and round buttocks sticking out, looking infatuatedly at a young man playing the flute on the rock on the mountainside.
The young man was about in his early twenties, wearing a lavender gown and a bun. He was standing in the thin morning mist, blowing a jade flute, his clothes and hair fluttering in the wind. Not to mention how well he was blowing, just
This pure and unrestrained artistic conception is enough to confuse countless girls.
Not to mention Baili Yuan who likes handsome and strong men, even many young bhikshunis in Jishi Temple who have weak Buddhist hearts would look up from time to time at the handsome man playing the flute alone on the mountainside.
However, there are still a small number of young nuns like this. Most of the nuns who went to the dining hall to eat after finishing morning classes seemed to turn a deaf ear to the sound of the flute and did not take it to heart at all.
Ye Xiaochuan curled his lips and said: "What's so great about it, isn't it just playing the flute? It's just a trick to trick an ignorant girl. What I hate most in my life is this kind of arty embroidered pillow pretty boy, bah."
Baili Yuan said dissatisfied: "You are just a rough man, how can you know such elegant things? This young man should be a disciple of Langya Immortal Sect, and he is pretty good at playing the flute."
"Is this also called good?"
Ye Xiaochuan took out his ears disdainfully and said, "I can play better than him even when I was three years old!"
Baili Yuan rolled her eyes and said, "Go away and don't disturb my aunt's appreciation of the wonderful music."
Ye Xiaochuan's heart felt cold. Seeing Baili Yuan enjoying it very much, he stamped his feet and hummed: "This kind of pretty boy went to the nunnery early in the morning to play the flute to a group of nuns, and the song he played was "Feng Qiu Huang"
"These thieves have ulterior motives and cannot be spared lightly! Let's see how I can eliminate harm for the people!"
When Bailiyuan turned around to look, Ye Xiaochuan had disappeared and no one knew where he had gone.
The song "Feng Qiu Huang" is really not suitable to be played in front of a group of beautiful nuns. Playing it in front of young ladies is a kind of elegance. Playing it in front of a group of nuns is looking for trouble and disturbing the tranquility of Buddhism.
But this does not hinder Bailiyuan's appreciation.
She has been walking in the world for ten years, and she knows more or less about the grievances between Langya Immortal Sect and Ji Shi'an. This is just a small trick used by Langya Immortal Sect to disgust the nuns of Ji Shi'an.
