Volume Three, Yin Jiang, Chapter 93, Idiots Talking about Dreams
The tall Baiyinqin was reflected in Qingqing's clear eyes, as if Qingqing's eyes had absorbed all the sounds of nature at this moment, and she was silent. The mottled bamboo skin fell from the tube of purple bamboo, and was wrapped around it.
The silk threads of the purple bamboo are being blown by the sand, and they are playing a little unrhymed tune.
I don’t know how old this harp is. The bamboo tubes on it are mottled. Even the jade zither, ruan and pipa are covered with a layer of gray sand.
Taking a closer look, the "Baiyin Qin" contains more than four types of musical instruments: zither, flute, flute. And those long zithers with Ruan strings and long zithers that whine and sing minor tunes, how can they only have gold, stone, silk, bamboo, earthen leather and wood? Even if they are flying
Open your eyes and look carefully from left to right, top to bottom, and you will see that there are still many artifacts that Qing Qing does not recognize, wrapped in earth and stone, entangled with silk strings, and standing in strange shapes among them.
Gongshu Yu turned around and said, "Is this your child?"
Yang Wei smiled proudly at the corner of his mouth and stroked his bulging belly: "Of course."
"Look at Liwei, look at Ayu, they are your children!" Gongshuyu's eyes popped out, and the veins on his face were exposed, "And the children in your belly, can't they be compared to you?"
Ugly broken instrument!"
A calm expression appeared on Yang Wei's face. The woman was not angry, but said calmly: "My child can recite the laws of nature and sing thousands of sounds. She comes from the mountains and rivers, but she is silent in the mountains and rivers.
The sky is filled with yellow sand. She has silk bamboo for sharp eyebrows, aura for breath, stars for lip gloss, and night for high bun..."
A tear slowly fell down and stopped on the woman's thin and pale cheek.
"...I will dedicate my entire life to my child, my favorite child!" As if he had forgotten that he was still pregnant, Yang Wei suddenly ran towards the Baiyinqin desperately. As he ran, tears streamed down his face.
The ground was scattered behind him, "Child, I am your mother..."
Ayu had been imprisoned in the dark underground for an unknown period of time, and had not seen her mother for a long time. At this moment, when she saw Yang Wei running hard, she suddenly broke away from Gongshu Yu's arms and started running like Yang Wei:
"Mom! Ayu is here!"
Yang Wei couldn't care less about the child running towards him. Just when Ayu finally grabbed her sleeve, Yang Wei swung his slender arm hard, and the little girl was immediately knocked to the ground.
It wasn't until he turned a few somersaults and ate a mouthful of sand that he lay quietly in the yellow sand, motionless.
"Ayu!" Gongshuyu ran towards his daughter regardless of the quicksand beneath his feet, "Yang Wei, you're crazy!"
"Hahaha——" The woman finally ran to the piano, looking up to the sky and laughing. Her green jade fingers stroked the body of the Baiyin piano, which was engraved with scars that had been destroyed by the strong wind in Yiya Desert, "My child, mother is here, mother.
I will never leave you again..."
The majestic Baiyinqin was silent, not saying a word. Yang Wei rested his head between the mottled purple bamboo strings, as if he was in a dream, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Ayu almost lost consciousness after falling, and she cried loudly, but Yang Su couldn't hear anything.
Amid the cries, Ziqin turned around, his eyes fell on the woman's calm face for the last time, then he bent down and picked up the blazing torch from the ground. This was Gongshu Yu who had lit it long ago, but had never been able to hold it.
Torch in hand.
Ziqin held on to the fire and walked towards the towering Baiyinqin with cold eyes.
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Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Yang Wei suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing Ziqin's cold appearance, he suddenly opened his arms and hugged the Baiyin Qin body tightly: "What are you going to do?"
"In the name of being the head of Rongshan Linghu, Qin will give the owner of Wu Ling Tomb one last chance." Ziqin's cold expression was not moved at all, and she stared at Yang Xing's trembling eyes, "This is not your child.
"
"You're talking nonsense!"
"You can go further now before it's too late."
"Dream!" Upon hearing this, Yang Wei was no longer frightened. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and put on a life-or-death attitude, "Master, you'd better remember that no mother will give up on her child. Master.
If Men dares to do something to Sui's Baiyinqin - don't blame Sui for taking action!"
The words echoed in the air, and sparks crackled and kept ringing.
Ziqin sighed, and the green figure flashed, the fire was burning, and it was already close to the woman's eyes. In an instant, a scream behind him was accompanied by the strong wind and yellow sand, and came from far behind Ziqin: "Master,
don't want!"
Just now, when Gongshu's master and Yang Wei were talking, Qingqing didn't know what they were talking about, but he allowed the evening wind to bring the unknown tones of the Baiyin Qin one after another, flowing into his ears like a sweet spring in the desert.
Qingqing listened to the melody, miserable and miserable, sobbing, as if thousands of words were blended into it.
Since I started practicing the art of music, all the genealogy collections I have seen and read seem to say that "technique is at the bottom, emotion is at the top". Now this majestic and tall Baiyinqin stands in front of me, I don't know.
Why, Qingqing's eyes suddenly became wet and she almost shed a string of tears. It was like the emotion hidden in the unknown tune was clearly heard in an instant.
Even if there are thousands of words left unsaid, who can tell the feelings of the Baiyinqin to anyone?
"Naturally, all sounds have a rhythm, and this is absolutely true." Qingqing thought to himself, feeling that the Baiyin Qin was very much like the big stone whose edges had been smoothed by turning over and over in the boat. It seemed silent.
Words, but there are thousands of emotions hidden in the music, coming quietly. What is written on the woman's face is only hard work and determination. So what is left in the sound of the Baiyin Qin?
The silk string swayed tremblingly for a few times, as if the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the various magical instruments wrapped in it were also swaying. A tall bamboo flute stood among it, five or six feet long, longer than Qingqing's white jade flute.
I don’t know how many times the size of the flute is.
Qingqing narrowed her eyes, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to her heart: "It sounds so nice... You sing so beautifully."
Before he could hear enough of the sound of wind passing through the flute's hole, Qingqing suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if the fire was approaching the giant flute soaring into the sky. Without even having time to think, Qingqing rushed forward and faced his master.
Shout loudly:
"Master, no!"
Ziqin turned around when he heard the sound, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he was suddenly shocked: Qingqing's eyes were blurred at this moment, with the crazy Young Master of the Nan family, and Master Yang who had entered the Wuling Tomb and lost his mind.
Same look!
A purple light flashed around her waist, and Ziqin then remembered the white jade flute that the Northern Desert man had returned to him before he was swallowed by the quicksand. Ziqin put down the torch, held the flute head in his hand, and handed it to Qingqing quietly: "Qingqing
Sir, do you still remember?"
"is the
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The familiar name was about to blurt out, but suddenly it stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything. "This, what is this?" It was like messy yellow sand seeping into the chaotic thoughts. Qingqing held her head, as if there was a storm.
About to explode.
"What's this?"
"Qingqing!" Ziqin stepped forward and hugged Qingqing's body, which was about to lose its balance. "This is the white jade flute, the white jade flute left to you by your master Zishu!"
Without caring much, Ziqin desperately grabbed Qingqing's memories that were already floating in the air, like scattered meteors, falling with light and shadow across the night sky, "The snow was deep that winter, and the Wuming Valley was so cold, but it bloomed.
There were a lot of fireworks and a lot of guests..."
"Fireworks?" Qingqing saw something in front of her eyes in confusion, "They are blue fireworks..."
"Yes!" Ziqin nodded quickly, "Tell Master that there was a lot of blood on Zishu's face and eyes... A wizard in black robes snatched the white jade flute, hugged you, and...
I beat you...Qingqing, your senior sister Qingling fell in front of you, her vague blood dyed the river red...Qingqing, do you still remember?"
A river was reflected in the sunset, and Qingqing's hazy tearful eyes finally shed a string of clear tears.
"Qing Qing, do you still remember what master has taught you?"
Qingqing nodded in confusion: "High mountains and flowing water, three lanes of plum blossoms, and flat sand with wild geese falling."
Looking at the eyes in front of her, the crystal light gradually dimmed, replaced by flickers of hazy expressions. Ziqin lowered her head and restrained the tears in her eyes: "Qing Qing, do you remember..."
Gritting her teeth tightly, Ziqin did not dare to ask the last sentence.
"Do you still remember, do you remember..." As if she had finally made up her mind, Ziqin raised her face with tears streaming down her face, "Do you still remember, who am I?"
Qingqing nodded without hesitation: "It's Master."
A moment of disbelief flashed across Ziqin's face, and Ziqin suddenly raised his head. Qingqing smiled gracefully, and looked at Ziqin's face blankly: "Master, that's Master." Ziqin finally couldn't restrain himself, and held Qingqing in his arms.
She looked at her face and couldn't help wiping away the tears welling up in her eyes, "Qing Qing, do you really remember Master?"
Qingqing nodded again, but his eyes were a little more confused: "Master, the sound of the piano is so beautiful..."
Ziqin finally understood that the sound of the Baiyin Qin had fascinated the children of the Nan family. It was not enough that Wu Ling Tomb's mother was obsessed with it, and now she wanted to take her Qingqing away too!
Looking back, I saw the Baiyin Qin standing tall and majestic in the night, a long phantom drawn by the moonlight.
Unknowingly, Ziqin let go of Qingqing's hand, stepped forward again, picked up the torch that was burning with only a few sparks left, stepped on the ground with solid steps, step by step, towards Bai Qing.
Yinqin walked away.
The swaying fiery red reflected the woman's pale face, and the hundred-note harp whistled in the strong wind, remaining motionless.
Qingqing stood numbly behind Ziqin and stepped forward, but she couldn't lift her feet. She just kept mumbling: "Master, don't destroy her, don't..."
Before Qingqing could finish her sentence, a sudden coldness spread across her neck, and a thunderous shout rang in her ears:
"Linghu Ziqin, if you dare to touch her, I will kill your apprentice!"