Chapter 669 [Emperor Wen] Sword Technique! [Please vote for me!]
"Ouyang Lianghan, why does Yuan Changshi look so depressed?"
"Maybe I'm feeling anxious and can't hold it in any longer."
"No wonder he walked so fast."
On the bank of Xunyangfang River, outside the gate of Xunyang Tower, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen met and exchanged a few words.
Looking at Rong Zhen who nodded, he glanced at the backs of Yuan Huaimin and Yi Qianqiu who had just disappeared from the door, and asked:
"Why is Commander Yi here?"
"I went out in the afternoon and met her at the entrance of the grotto. I mentioned the banquet tonight. She said she would also like to have a drink and enjoy the pipa music with the seniors."
Ouyang Rong thought for a while and asked again:
"Did you tell me that Brother Huaimin and I helped organize this dinner?"
"Yeah." Rong Zhen nodded and asked, "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
Just when he and Yuan Huaimin got out of the car, he saw Yi Qianqiu's figure. Yuan Huaimin was about to run away and get back in the car, but Yi Qianqiu's eyes were unblinking, staring at Yuan Huaimin.
Maybe he knew he couldn't run away, so Yuan Huaimin pretended not to see him and hurried to the door. Yi Qianqiu chased him in directly.
Rong Zhen suddenly frowned:
"Why do you still have a scent on your body? Look at your hair. It was after bathing and changing clothes? Why are you dressed so well, like a butterfly..."
Ouyang Rong solemnly clarified: "Bathing incense and enjoying vocal music are rituals."
Rong Zhen looked at him suspiciously.
Ouyang Rong asked back:
"What about you, Rong Nu Shi? I'm telling you, you must have been very particular about your outfit today. It's rare to see you so dressed up."
Rong Zhen has a straight face:
"Don't think too much, I am here with Princess Anhui.
"In the past, in the circle of ladies and gentlemen in Luoyang, it was considered an honor to be able to enter the palace and hear Mr. Yu in person. Most of them would dress up carefully and enter the palace to attend the saint's banquet.
"Princess Anhui respects Mr. Yu. She specially dressed up to go out today and even took me with her."
Ouyang Rong asked calmly: "Princess Anhui is here too?"
"Um."
After a while, Rong Zhen explained again:
"If Mr. Yu hadn't been able to play music, I wouldn't have been interested in being so boring."
"oh oh."
Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.
Rong Zhen turned his eyes away and sneered to himself.
After a while, she glanced behind Ouyang Rong again and asked:
"Where is Yan Canjun? Didn't you say yesterday that you would bring him with you?"
Ouyang Rong immediately replied: "Well, he has something to do. He will come back later... let's go, the dinner is about to start."
"Um."
The two entered Xunyang Tower. Before entering, Ouyang Rong turned back and glanced in the direction of Prince Xunyang's Mansion.
In the evening, he finished bathing and changing clothes. Before setting off, he specially asked Yan Liulang to bring a handwritten letter to the palace for his junior sister.
Ouyang Rong raised his head and glanced in the direction of the rooftop.
I silently gave Brother Huaimin a thumbs up...
Yuan Huaimin didn't know about someone's unjust behavior, so he could still shamelessly thank him.
After meeting his cousin Yi Qianqiu, his originally happy trip to appreciate pipa was completely ruined.
By the time Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen entered the hall on the first floor, Yuan Huaimin and Yi Qianqiu had disappeared.
After asking, I found out that Yuan Huaimin stayed in the hut for a while, and when he came out, he made an excuse for having a stomachache and went back. As for Yi Qianqiu, he should have followed him.
"Leave them alone."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand and asked the frowning Rong Zhen to continue moving forward.
The two of them came to a table in the center of the spacious hall and greeted Mr. Yu.
Soon, the Pipa dinner officially began.
Qin Qing's husband, whom he had not seen for many days, led a group of pipa-playing musicians into the stage in the center of the hall and started playing.
Today is a little different. In addition to the Qin Qing courtiers and other pipa masters, Ouyang Rong and Yuan Huaimin specially went to Xunyang City to find women who are skilled in pipa to gather together so that they can exchange pipa music together.
"Don't worry, Ms. Shi. This time, these Pipa women have been carefully searched and inspected by Liu Lang's people. They will not hurt the old gentleman."
"Um."
Seeing the expression of the old musician smiling from ear to ear at the table next door, Rong Zhen silently looked away and glanced at Ouyang Rong with a complicated expression.
Last time in the Peach Blossom Forest of Jiulu Mountain, I met a group of unfamiliar scholars who were drinking and having fun. It was a coincidence. Rong Zhen was very sensitive to danger these days and didn't want to take any risks, so he subconsciously asked people to drive them away.
, sealed off the peach blossom forest.
But in the past few days, Rong Zhen thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the old musician must have been angry at that time.
Rong Zhen pursed her lips, following the old musician these days, she listened very carefully.
Ouyang Rong, on the other hand, has always been serious.
Both of them were sitting upright.
The pipa dinner was in full swing, and the two of them discovered that Mr. Yu's smile never stopped. He seemed to like communicating with his musician friends.
Rong Zhen's face became tense as he listened.
It's not that he's not serious, but he glances at Ouyang Rong next to him from time to time.
Ouyang Rong was preparing to listen to the pipa music carefully, and he would write down two strokes in a small notebook from time to time.
This is a good habit he developed in his previous postgraduate entrance examinations - a good memory is not as good as a bad writing.
"What are you doing?" Rong Zhen suddenly asked in a lowered voice.
"Remember it, even though I don't quite understand it." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.
"Don't you have a very good memory?" Rong Zhen asked.
"It's different. A good memory is not as good as a small notebook." He said seriously.
"Yeah." Hearing this, Rong Zhen seemed to be relieved. Ouyang Rong looked at her and laughed.
Why is he so competitive?
In addition, the way the female historian asked him if he didn't understand, she was like a good school girl asking about the grades of a new rival.
Ouyang Rong was not joking. Neither he nor Rong Zhen understood the sound of pipa very well. Ouyang Rong even wondered whether Mr. Yu didn't understand pipa either and just appreciated it?
Ouyang Rong asked: "Rong Nu Shi, did the old man play the music you wanted?"
Rong Zhen frowned and shook his head, and suddenly said: "Lend it to me too."
"..." The small notebook in his hand was snatched away, and Ouyang Rong was speechless.
Soon, the dinner was spent with Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen whispering and fishing from time to time.
Yan Liulang came back halfway and whispered a few words to Ouyang Rong, who suppressed his smile.
In addition, the place on the top floor rooftop that Yuan Huaimin had originally arranged has been vacated, and Yuan Huaimin's private collection of fine wines has been sent up.
However, Yuan Huaimin left early. In addition to meeting the tigress Yi Qianqiu, he seemed to be heartbroken by his best friend.
Since Yuan Huaimin left, Ouyang Rong had no choice but to see off the guests himself.
The old musician was obviously very happy tonight. Discussing the sound of pipa with Miss Qin and others seemed to be a novel experience for him.
In the lobby on the first floor of Xunyang Building, the old musician, Mrs. Qin and a group of women who are good at pipa agreed on the next time and went out with their hands behind their backs.
Ouyang Rong took a carriage alone because he had to turn back later.
Rong Zhen and the old musician were riding in the same carriage.
The two carriages were very close to each other, driving on a riverside road, and slowly drove to the west city gate. Ouyang Rong was going to take Rong Zhen and the old musician to the city gate, and then turn back to Xunyang Tower.
It was getting late and the road was quite quiet.
Ouyang Rong opened the car curtain from time to time to check the traffic conditions, as if he was in a hurry.
However, the old musician was in poor health and the convoy could not travel too fast.
In the car next door, the old man closed his eyes and danced his fingers in the air, as if he was playing something.
Rong Zhen just got into the car and took Ouyang Rong's piano and notebook over.
She sat face to face with the old musician for a moment and suddenly asked:
"Senior, when will the piece of music you promised Si Tianjian be handed over to this junior? There is not much time left."
The old musician, who was smiling and concentrating with his eyes closed, paused, opened his eyes, and looked at Rong Zhen.
He chuckled and asked:
"Girl Rong, haven't you heard the song you want?"
"What do you mean?" Rong Zhen was stunned: "But the junior has never heard the senior play the song of military formation."
"Who said it must be a military formation song?"
"But [Emperor Wen]'s sword skills were born in the military..."
"That was before. Strictly speaking, [Emperor Wen]'s first sword art was born from a palace music of the Da Sui Dynasty, and then came the military formation song recorded by Si Tianjian as you know it, celebrating Taizong's Wen
The emperor bravely broke through the formation...
"When the previous senior passed it to me, it was a military formation song. Yes, but you may not believe it. I have long forgotten this military formation song. But over the years, the sound of the piano has changed.
It has been lingering in my ears.
"To use what a senior senior said with a laugh, it's just... forgetting that it's okay, it's all the same.
"It doesn't matter what the song is, what matters is whether you heard it, doesn't it?
"I actually don't like the sound of killing by the previous senior, and prefer the sound of the prosperous age, but I'm ashamed that the sound of the prosperous age is too difficult. I haven't found it for so many years, but on the way south after leaving Luoyang, I found it.
A little personal understanding, this understanding was also shared with you a few days ago."
Rong Zhen was stunned, "Have you ever played it? Late, I'm ashamed, I have no memory. Which one is it?"
The old musician smiled slightly:
"It's okay. I'll give you another chance. Let's see your understanding for the last time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man took the xylophone next to the girl in palace clothes, placed it across his knees, and put down his fingertips.
The sound of a piano began to echo inside and outside the carriage.
When Rong Zhen started to listen, his face was still a little confused. Then, he seemed to remember something, his eyes widened, and he immediately went to get Ouyang Rong's small notebook and turned on the light to take notes...
The two carriages had already arrived at the closed West City Gate.
No one got out of the carriage that Rong Zhen was riding in, the old musician. Ouyang Rong took the initiative to get out of the carriage and showed the city guard the documents regarding the night passage of the Jiangzhou governor.
The west city gate opened, and the carriage that Rong Zhen and the old musician sat in started and passed directly through the city gate.
When Ouyang Rong saw this, he didn't go to say hello.
After getting on the carriage, he rubbed his eyebrows and ordered Ali outside:
"Go back to Xunyang Tower."
"Yes, sir."
The two carriages that were originally traveling together were heading towards each other at the city gate. At this time, an inexplicable piano sound came from nowhere. Sometimes it was like a distant bridge, sometimes like a pine stream, sometimes like a green mountain, floating in the darkness inside and outside the west city gate.
in the night.
Not only the soldiers at the top of the city were attracted, but Ouyang Rong was also attracted.
Inside the carriage, he slowly stopped.
"Eh."
I couldn't help but lift the car curtain and glance behind me.
The sound of the piano came from the carriage in which the old musician, Rong Nushi, was riding.
Ouyang Rong suddenly reacted. This piece of music in his ears seemed to be a fusion of many songs he had heard. He remembered that the last time he visited Kuanglu Mountain, the old musician stopped to play it while admiring Songxi, Liting, Shenggu and other scenic spots.
of.
As he listened, Ouyang Rong discovered that the player had cleverly connected the six pieces of music together, making them exceptionally harmonious.
The order of the series, if I remember correctly, is: Yuanqiao, Daiyan, Songxi, Cuishan, Liting, Shenggu...
While Ouyang Rong was listening and thinking carefully, he suddenly felt a strange movement of spiritual energy in his body.
First I was shocked.
Then open your eyes wide.
The spiritual energy in the body is gathering like a tide, as if something is brewing.
The cultivation level that has been stagnant at the eighth level of Dzogchen is like being ignited by a fire, and the spiritual energy from the limbs surges. The bottleneck of the seventh level in front of me, which was originally like a mountain, is crumbling...
This is... sword art.
An unknown sword art!
Ouyang Rong suddenly realized this, and immediately turned his head to look at the old musician's carriage.
"Mr. Yu, you also... hold a sword?" His eyes gradually narrowed.
On the other side, Rong Zhen was still confused and was busy memorizing the music.
It's a pity that the old musician played too fast.
With the fall of his last note.
Rong Zhen leaned back on the chair in frustration, with a red flush remaining on his small face, but his expression was lost.
In the carriage next door, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes.
Break through the eighth level and be promoted to the seventh level!
The blue spiritual energy in the body turned into red spiritual energy as if it was dyed red by blood.
The sword technique and the breakthrough came too suddenly.
Ouyang Rong didn't recover for a moment. He frowned and looked inward, falling into a state of mystery and mystery.
In another carriage, after the old musician stopped playing, Youyou said:
"The bridge in the distance is clear and shallow, and the lotus boat floats on it. The Daiyan rock can hardly block the pine flow of the stream. From a distance, you can see the pear trees standing on the green mountain, and there is still the sound of the valley empty."
“When I was visiting Kuanglu Mountain recently, I came across a poem called Qijue.
"I compiled seven pieces of music based on the order in the poem. Girl Rong, you should have heard it last time."
Rong Zhen reacted: "I...I forgot most of, wait, seven songs? Isn't there only six songs?"
"Oh, I counted it wrong, it's seven songs, because there is one more song I haven't thought about, one less song is 'Lotus Boat'... But it's okay, six songs are enough for you, you only need that quota, six songs
Or what is the difference between the seven poems? Everything you want is in these six poems. Some things are not destined, so why force it."
After speaking, the old musician sighed and closed his eyes.
Rong Zhen hesitated to speak and looked down at the notebook. She only remembered half of it and it was too late. There were still beads of sweat hanging on her forehead.
It would be nice if Ouyang Lianghan was around.
The girl in palace clothes suddenly thought of it.
In the carriage next door, Ouyang Rong lowered his head and stared at his palms.
His music theory talent can usually be roughly remembered after listening to it twice. When he was in Kuanglu Mountain, he had learned it carefully for the first time, and just now it was the second time, so he actually reacted faster than Rong Zhen.
, six pieces of piano music were connected in my mind at once.
Feel the surging seventh-grade spiritual energy fluctuations in your body.
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.
Although he was clearly surprised, he still frowned.
This is not a complete sword art!
There's still something missing, something missing...what's missing?