The woman glanced at Lin Xiaodong and asked Gao Ju: "Who is this Taoist priest?"
He raised his head and said, "This is Taoist Lin Xiaodong of Zhixu Temple in Qiongchang Mountain. I met a monster before, and it was Taoist Lin who saved me."
The woman bowed and said, "My little girl, Wang Qingshu, has met Taoist Lin."
Lin Xiaodong nodded: "I have met Miss Wang."
Wang Qingshu asked: "Master Gao and Taoist Lin, what do you want to hear?"
Gao Ju lost interest and waved his hands: "Play whatever you want, as long as you don't stop playing halfway through like Liu Ziyun!"
Wang Qingshu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Mr. Gao, the little girl is not as arrogant as Miss Liu. I will play a cheerful song, "Autumn Waves", to cheer up Mr. Gao and Taoist Lin."
The sound of the piano started playing again, and Wang Qingshu glanced at Gao Zhou from time to time, but Gao Zhou ignored him and only ate and drank with Lin Xiaodong.
Wang Qingshu's piano skills were far inferior to Liu Ziyun's, and Lin Xiaodong lost interest. He only drank wine and stopped talking about piano.
After drinking for three rounds, Gao Zhang said to Lin Xiaodong: "This is the Qing Guan Guan. If Lin is interested, you can also go to the Red Guan Guan for fun."
Lin Xiaodong said: "No need, it's getting late. Thank you Mr. Gao for your hospitality. Lin will leave first."
He walked out the door and disappeared.
In the next few days, when Liu Ziyun was playing for others, his hands would sting from time to time, as if he had been pricked by needles. He did not dare to have any more visitors. He called a doctor, but he could not figure out the reason, so he had to rest temporarily.
It was late that night, and Liu Ziyun was feeling depressed. He sat alone in the piano room without lighting a candle, and the moonlight came in and played a song.
She thought to herself: "It's fine when I'm not in front of others. But when I'm in front of others, my hands feel like they're being pricked by needles. It's really strange."
Suddenly the moon shadow flickered, and Liu Ziyun asked: "Who?"
A man came into the court, dressed in a white robe, with flowing sleeves and eyes like torches. He was Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong asked: "How did Miss Liu know that someone was coming?"
Liu Ziyun said: "Everything is music. When someone comes, the sound of my piano changes."
Lin Xiaodong nodded and asked, "Why does Miss Liu play the piano late at night?"
Liu Ziyun lit the candle, asked Lin Xiaodong to sit down across the table, and sighed quietly.
Liu Ziyun said: "I can't control my hands now. Thinking about my father's old age, it was the same. Could it be that I don't have much time left?"
Lin Xiaodong chuckled: "Miss Liu is still young, why would she say such a thing?"
Liu Ziyun lowered his head and reached out to touch the piano pillow: "If you can't play the piano, you will be dead."
Lin Xiaodong said: "Didn't Miss Liu play the piano just now?"
Liu Ziyun nodded: "Yes, it's fine in private and in a secluded place. Once in front of others, it's just like when Taoist Lin and Mr. Gao came that day. My hands hurt and I couldn't play."
Lin Xiaodong said: "Then Miss Liu will try again now."
Liu Ziyun asked: "What does Taoist Lin want to hear?"
Lin Xiaodong said: "I just want to listen to the music that Miss Liu just played."
Liu Ziyun nodded: "The name of this song is "Qingfeng Yunshui", which was composed by my father."
Lin Xiaodong asked: "Your father is also a piano master?"
Liu Ziyun said: "My father was almost selected to be a court musician back then, and what he was talking about at that time was this piece.
However, my father said that there was still one last note left in this piece. He was playing the Gong note at that time, but the examiner said it was superfluous.
In the forty years since then, my father has gone through all the guqin scores, hoping to compose the last note, but he was unable to do so and died in depression."
Lin Xiaodong was silent for a long time and said, "I was quite touched by what Miss Liu said today.
Lin is a person who practices Taoism. There are forty-eight thousand paths along the way of cultivating Taoism. Some people spend their whole lives walking on the wrong path and never end up, just like your father."
Liu Ziyun said: "I have been studying "Qingfeng Yunshui" for nearly twenty years now, but I have no insights.
I see that although Taoist Master Lin does not understand the theory of qin, he can explain the beauty of it in one sentence, so I played this piece and asked for your advice."
Liu Ziyun played "Qingfeng Yunshui" again, with eight notes playing in succession, the sheng and the chime having the same sound, and the golden emblem and jade music playing continuously.
Lin Xiaodong closed his eyes and was intoxicated, falling into ultimate concentration amid the sound of the piano.
At the end of the song, Lin Xiaodong opened his eyes. He was self-taught in piano skills and music theory.
Liu Ziyun asked: "What does Taoist Lin think?"
Lin Xiaodong said: "This piece is supposed to be light and gentle, but Miss Liu is very preoccupied, so it plays a little heavy."
Liu Ziyun nodded: "This little girl has an uncertain future and is absent-minded. Please forgive me."
Lin Xiaodong stood up and said, "How about I play a piece for Miss Liu?"
Liu Ziyun raised his eyebrows: "Isn't Taoist Lin ignorant of Qin theory?"
Lin Xiaodong said: "Miss Liu said that everything is music, but Lin said that everything has its own way. Since Lin has found the great way, it should not be difficult to bypass the way of playing the piano."
Liu Ziyun was doubtful, so he stood up and said: "The theory of piano is not difficult, but the skill of piano requires hard practice."
Lin Xiaodong sat down, and as soon as the piano played, Liu Ziyun immediately raised his eyebrows.
Lin Xiaodong also played "Qingfeng Yunshui".
Liu Ziyun nodded, knowing what he meant. He must have known how to play the last note.
Liu Ziyun sat down opposite Lin Xiaodong, held his chin in his hands and listened quietly, without taking his eyes away.
Lin Xiaodong is different from Liu Ziyun. He has learned the ultimate way early. His heart is calm, his music is calm and unhurried, and he performs the song "Qingfeng Yunshui" just right.
In the blink of an eye, the song was coming to an end, and Liu Ziyun sat up straight, waiting for the last note.
However, Lin Xiaodong did not play the last note and put down his hand.
Liu Ziyun stared: "What does Master Lin mean?"
Lin Xiaodong said: "There are seven strings on a zither, and even if the gods come, they can't play the eighth note. Every seventh note will be lost. "Qing Feng Yun Shui" ends here, which is just right. That's why the examiner said that it was superfluous."
Liu Ziyun said foolishly: "But if there is only one missing note, how can we complete the score?"
Lin Xiaodong said: "The number of days is not complete, let alone the personnel. It can only be accomplished if there is a shortage."
Liu Ziyun was stunned on the spot: "My father has spent his whole life searching for you, but it turned out that he had it a long time ago?"
Lin Xiaodong raised his head and looked at the moon: "Everyone is born with the right path, so why bother looking outside."
Liu Ziyun stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Taoist Master Lin, for your advice!"
Lin Xiaodong supported Liu Ziyun: "Ms. Liu's words are serious."
The two people looked at each other and could only understand each other.
At this time, a woman's laughter suddenly came from the courtyard: "A Taoist priest, a piano player, a man and a woman, living happily in front of flowers and under the moonlight!"
Liu Ziyun shouted: "Who?"
Lin Xiaodong looked into the court: "When you were playing in front of others, you stabbed your person with a needle."
Liu Ziyun was puzzled: "Huh?"
Lin Xiaodong came to the courtyard, and Liu Ziyun followed him out. He saw a woman standing in the courtyard, holding a sword in her hand, tilting her head and smiling sinisterly.
Liu Ziyun asked: "Who are you?"
The woman said: "Liangya Mountain Duanning Cave Yu Ruizhen, Liu Ziyun, you can never play the piano again!"
Liu Ziyun stared and frowned when he heard this: "Why?
If you don’t let me play the piano, it’s better to let me die!”
Yu Ruizhen shouted: "Then I will help you!"
Mingjue's sword was unsheathed and he was coming to kill.