Chapter 5 The Grand Secretary of the Confucian Sect
Dingzhou Mountain is high and wide, deep and mysterious.
A mysterious secret place, with high mountains rising into the clouds and endless flowing water.
Cang Ya Xing Ke Sword Who arrived unexpectedly, just in time for the Qin Sheng: Fu Xi passed on the Qin and played the Qin in the mountains and rivers to preach. He sat at the end of the flowing water and listened quietly to the feast on the Qin.
On the high mountain, the saint plays the harp.
"Ding...dip..."
The soothing sound of the piano begins to sound, like a breeze blowing on your face, your mind relaxes and you enter the ethereal world.
After the prelude, it turned high again, like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking, like a stormy wave crashing on the shore. The sound gradually got louder and wider, reaching into the sky and the earth, filling the world, so wide that everything could hear it, and all the pianos were moving.
The sound reaches its peak and then falls, like water waves that are not stirring, like the breeze that cannot stop. The sound gradually becomes lower and fainter, until it is as low as a square inch, which can only be heard by attaching the ear. It is so quiet that it is silent, and no one can hear it.
The brilliant song ended, and everyone was immersed in it and came back to their senses for a long time.
A woman was sitting in the pavilion, and curtains were drawn around her. She said: "The sage's piano art, with its loud and beautiful sound, has entered the realm of Taoism. We are far behind. What the sage plays is not the sound of Fuxi Tianyin. I don't know."
What song is it and what is its name?"
High in the mountains, looking up at the mountains and rivers: "It's just a moment of emotion, a sudden enlightenment, and I play it casually, without a song or a name."
An old man smiled and said: "It's so elegant and without music, it's so spiritual and wonderful. I heard it today and will die without any regrets."
Yang Shanshui said: "Master Qin made a false compliment. I am just one step ahead. There is no end to the piano. I am still far from the realm of my predecessor."
Fuxi passed down the qin while listening to the mountains and water floating down the mountain. He sat at the head of the flowing water, drank a glass of wine, learned about the skills of the qin, and discussed the future of the qin.
Dozens of people talked and played the piano and discussed the Tao, and everyone gained something.
Whoever looks at the sword and looks up at the mountains and rivers is worthy of the name of a saint, with an elegant temperament and white hair floating out of the dust.
It's a pity that the destiny star is dim and the years are running out.
It's sad, it's sad.
After a long time, the sound stopped, and he looked up at Shanshui and said: "I have one more thing to do today. I want to pass on the Fuxi Tianyin of my ancestor to my disciples."
Master Qin Dao: "Fuxi Tianyin is extremely strong and extremely yang, and one must have supreme qin skills to control it, otherwise one will be harmed. For this alone, there are only a few people who are famous all over the world who have this qualification. One is the Confucian God.
Zichuan, the master of Confucianism, has a profound and unpredictable way of playing the piano."
Yang Shanshui said: "In the past, I was fortunate enough to have friends with the Confucian Shen Confucian over qin discussions, and there was no distinction between superior and inferior. His Confucian Confucianism's Xuan Zhang had extraordinary intentions and followed a feminine path. It is incompatible with Fuxi's Tianyin and is indispensable."<
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Shi Qin said again: "The two are old and decrepit. The old decrepit is old and unable to do what he wants, so I won't mention it. The third is Yetian Xuannv Yuexi, Xuannv's piano art is unique, and she can be the person who inherits it."
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The woman in the pavilion said: "Mr. Shi Qin praised me, but I still have shortcomings and still need to ask the saints for advice."
Yang Shanshui smiled and said: "Xuan Nu, there is no need to belittle yourself, I originally intended to teach you Fuxi Tianyin."
Shi Qin said again: "There is still one person left, Huajun Farewell Yunyi."
"I have invited Mr. Hua to come, but it is a pity that Mr. Hua was seriously injured in the battle to patch the sky a few years ago. He is absent today and has no time to come here."
It’s too late.
Looking up at the mountains and rivers, I know that my time is short. When Huajun recovers from his injuries, I am afraid that his soul will have passed away long ago.
"The old gentleman missed one person."
Master Qin Xunxun looked out. He was at the end of the flowing water, with his sword behind his back, fiddling with a strand of hair on his forehead, drinking wine quietly, feeling really at ease, such a handsome and handsome man, he said: "Who else is there?"
The swordsman smiled and said: "Guanyueguanshan, the great minister of Confucianism, is the one!"
A few years ago, in the vast desert and desert sea, the battle between Guan Mo and Guan Mo spread throughout the world. For this reason, the holy Confucian scholar Qian appointed Yue Guan Mountain as the chief minister of the Confucian sect.
Confucianism then became famous all over the world, overshadowing Buddhism and Taoism.
"The Confucian sect's chief minister, a disciple of Shenru Zichuan, may have inherited the piano skills from his master, but he has never heard of his piano skills."
Who said: "Da Si Guan is such a legendary figure. He exists at the pinnacle of the human world. However, he is too low-key. Even though you have never heard of him, it is normal. A few years ago, in a valley filled with flowers, I once listened to Mr. Hua playing the piano. The moon
The swords and swords of Guanshan complement each other and seem to be connected. I am lucky enough to make friends with them, and I would like to invite them both for the saint so that the saint can choose the most suitable successor."
Yangshan Shuidao: "Yueguan Mountain is sealed in the unity of heaven and earth, how can it come?"
"I have a clever plan to invite real people."
"Who are you?"
"Who is Cangya Xingke's sword?"
After looking up at the mountains and rivers and meditating for a long time, he said: "Well, ten days later, I will be waiting in Luoxia Pavilion, burning incense and cooking wine. Xuanyu Ye Tian, please come with me, everyone, please."
Everyone replied: "Please."
Looking up at the mountains and rivers, I laughed a few times and floated away into light. I left Dingzhou Mountain and wanted to return to Luoxia Pavilion.
Walking in the wilderness, on the way, I suddenly saw ghostly energy filling the fields, covering the sky and the sun, and screaming and wailing incessantly.
In the ghostly atmosphere, I could hear the sound of the piano coming intermittently, sometimes high and sometimes low, not like the human tune.
Yang Shanshui frowned, his doubts suddenly rose, and he thought to himself: Hmm... How can such a tune be possible? You are obviously dead, the death of the piano·Ghost Yama!
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, laughter was rampant, and a person hid in the ghost atmosphere, laughing wantonly: "Fuxi passed on the music and admired the mountains and rivers. I came back from hell and brought the death song of Yama to take revenge on you, hahaha..."
"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time."
Looking up at the mountains and rivers and waving his sleeves, one of Fuxi's divine harps appears: Heaven's Judgment appears in the world, the strings are pulled and the heaven and earth are ringing, Fuxi's strength is instantaneous, the ghost atmosphere is cleared away in an instant, the harp dies, and the ghost Yama appears in his true form.
I saw him: his body was withered, his face was dull, and he was no longer an ordinary person in this world.
It can be said that: demon souls, monsters, ghosts and undead spirits, and every sound and every sound is a ghost.
Yama, the dead ghost on the piano, is dressed in black and exudes a sinister aura of death. His deep unwillingness drives him to climb out of hell and start the life-and-death battle on the piano.
He waved his withered hand, and the ghost harp and the earth judge reappeared, saying in a deep voice: "Today, if we are talking about who is better on the harp, one of us will die."
Yang Shanshui put his hands behind his back and said: "The sound of the sky is astonishing when the strings are opened. I have been playing the qin for thousands of years. The mountains and rivers are my destiny. Who can rival Fuxi when he sings a song? I look up to the sky and roar, but there is no one in the country."
The battle begins in the wilderness: Fuxi passes on the music and admires the mountains and rivers, and then confronts his old enemy in this life, the dead ghost Yama.
One is arrogant, the other is crazy.
Heaven's judgment versus earth's judgment, Fuxi's Tianyin first versus Yama's death song.
Who wins and who loses? It’s still unclear.
On Dingzhou Mountain, Dao Jian drank a glass of wine, said "please", turned around and left, and was not seen for a moment. Only the voice came from afar:
"High mountains and flowing water endow the rivers and mountains, and the rivers and mountains live up to the dancing beauty.
The beauty plays the piano and talks about love, Dong Jun has a letter and gives it to Ye Shu."
Full of ridicule.
In the pavilion, the mysterious lady Ye Tian played the guqin Yesu, frowning and thinking carefully: Who is this person, and how can he know about Ye Shu? I will never stop with you if you ruin my good deeds.
As dozens of people attending the meeting left one after another, the news of who had the sword instantly spread throughout Dingzhou Mountain.
Three religions, hundreds of scholars listen to them.
Divine Confucian Zichuan said: "It's impossible. My disciple is sealed in the unity of heaven and earth. How can I go to the appointment in person?"
The sage Confucian said: "This person has defeated several great masters of the Mohist school in an understatement. He does not look like a vain person. We will watch quietly for ten days, drifting with the tide in Luoxia Pavilion, where the Qin Sheng admires the mountains and rivers, and we will see for ourselves when the time comes."
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All the experts had their own thoughts, and they all nodded and said: "Of course, just watch quietly."
Cang Ya Xing Ke Sword Who came out of the secret realm, walking on the mountain road, thinking carefully about the plan, thinking: I have laid out the plan, and I am waiting for you to enter the game. The source of the devil has been thousands of times, and you will emerge from the spiritual consciousness that escaped that day.
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At the foot of the mountain road, suddenly an old man came in a hurry. When he saw the sword, he smiled and said, "It's Mr. Hua Zhong. I'm polite to you as a junior."
Hua Zhong was carrying a cloth bag with books in it. He was a little breathless and asked: "Who are you?"
"Who is Cangya Xingke's sword? I have a close friend who was helped by my husband and changed my life destiny. I never had time to say thank you to him. Today I thank him on his behalf."
"You're welcome. Doctors are kind-hearted and do their best according to their duties. Unfortunately, my medical skills are not good, and many patients still die in front of me."
"Medical skills are more important than finesse. If the old man has this kind of heart, he will be a blessing to patients all over the world."
"I have three volumes of difficult and complicated diseases, and I urgently seek advice from Senior Xinglin. Please take the first step."
"Please."
Behind the tree on the side, Princess Tianluo of the God of Hell appeared. Just now, she suddenly felt something, as if something was attracting her. She followed the instructions of her heart and came here, and she saw the scene in front of her.
"The benevolence of doctors is in their hearts, in their hearts..."
She followed Mr. Hua Zhong and walked to the secret realm of Xinglin.
Swordsman nodded, now the three of them have been arranged, and there is only one left, so I will take it with me myself.
He took a few steps forward, turned into light and left in the blink of an eye. At the same time, one person was quietly missing on Dingzhou Mountain.
The pure world, untainted by the world of mortals.
Baili Fairy Lake, the Fairy Island in the lake, the fairy on the island weaving cloud belts, responsible for repairing the cracks in the sky.
By the side of Xianling Lake, Cang Yaxingke's sword descended from the clouds, followed by a kid. His voice spread for hundreds of miles and went straight to Xianling Island, saying:
"An old friend from the past once harmonized with the Fairy's swords and asked to see Huajun Farewell Yunyi..."