Zhao Changhe suppressed the ripples of that moment and lowered his head to drink the lotus seed soup: "Master, I don't want to worship you...Why do I remember that you seemed to avoid this matter before? Why doesn't it matter now?"
"Martial arts is different from music, chess, calligraphy and painting..." Tang Wanzhuang said in a low voice: "As for martial arts, if I accept you as a disciple, it would be overstepping your bounds and you are not qualified...but chess, calligraphy and painting are fine. Why are you doing this?
Don’t want to?”
"I was originally called Tang Buqi's eldest nephew, but suddenly I'm the same generation as him. I'm not happy."
Seeing Tang Wanzhuang's eyes suddenly widened, Zhao Changhe suddenly woke up and hurriedly made up his mind: "No, I just took advantage of words, not to be his uncle... After becoming a disciple, even the advantages of words were gone, and I am still better than him
Xiao, if you want to call him brother, I... oops..."
Bao Qin turned his head.
Isn't this a child? It's more childish than holding a piano.
Zhao Changhe's face turned red when he saw Baoqin's weird look, and he said with embarrassment: "Sir, your starting point is that I am a prince, and now you are becoming less and less concealed, but when you find out that I am really not, you will
What's your mood?"
Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "What's the big deal? I just don't want to see a young man in the world become more impatient and follow in my footsteps... Besides, you are kind to the Tang family, so why not give me a helping hand?"
"Following in your footsteps...doesn't that mean that music, chess, calligraphy and painting are actually useless? Should rushing to break through hurt the lung meridian?"
"But have you ever thought that if this were not the case, I would not only be hurting the lung meridian?"
"Well……"
Tang Wanzhuang looked a little disappointed: "Perhaps playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting are of no use... But I have already said that it just makes you calm down and stop being so impetuous. Or you can recite Buddhist scriptures? That is also a way."
"...Then let's learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Zhao Changhe hesitated for a moment, and for a moment he didn't know what he should call her in this case.
It's really strange that Yue Hongling is two months younger than me, and she has no mental barrier when blurting out "Sister Yue". Tang Wanzhuang is eight years older, but she can't say "Sister" which should be natural.
Know why.
Perhaps it's because the interactions with her always have a business-like feel, and there is no personal friendship so far. Even teaching piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is "official" in her eyes. She said it was for the "younger generations of the world" and "the Tang family".
"Benefactor", everyone knows this is an excuse, she is just cultivating the prince in her heart.
Zhao Changhe still has no sense of belonging to Daxia, and is even quite disgusted because of what he saw along the way. He doesn't know how Tang Wanzhuang will feel if he chooses to overthrow this country in the future.
In fact, we have never been on the same page, and the meaning of knowing each other and joining hands with Yue Hongling is completely different.
Or maybe it's because... looking at her pale face and the way she could collapse at any moment with the wind always makes people forget that she is a very powerful warrior. The pity in their hearts is stronger than respect, and they feel that she is the one who should be taken care of.
My sister is right.
This feeling is very complicated and contradictory.
Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes stared at him for a long time, as if she guessed what he was thinking, but she didn't ask, she turned to Huaqin and said, "Give me the piano."
He held the qin in his arms, bowed slightly, and placed the qin on the eucalyptus table in front of Tang Wanzhuang.
Tang Wanzhuang gently stroked the strings of the piano and whispered: "It is said that Wanzhuang spends all his energy thinking and has mixed thoughts, which is not conducive to the Tao. But the young master's heart is in chaos, and he seems to think more than Wanzhuang... It is not the way to practice. Let's talk about this song
, please calm down."
A wisp of piano music sounded leisurely, soft and soothing.
Just like this hot afternoon, the gentle breeze blows through the pool and brings fragrance.
It seemed like a dragonfly had touched the water and left quietly, leaving behind a few ripples that gradually spread and rippled, swaying rhythmically amidst the chirping of insects and cicadas around.
The lotus leaf tilted gently, and a drop of water slowly fell, falling into the water with a ticking sound.
Then the silence became lively, and the field of vision stretched. The refreshing water splashed on the face, and the green shade above slowly blocked the blazing sun. The beautiful woman stood under the vines and smiled sweetly, and the little girl in the distance
The girl giggled and ran all the way to catch the dragonfly. Then she saw the sky was clear and clear, the white clouds were white, and the laughter seemed to come from a very far away place, like a distant scene or melodious in a dream.
People were reclining on the deck chairs in the courtyard and taking a nap. Listening to the crisp laughter in the distance, an aunt's smile appeared at the corners of their mouths unconsciously.
The rivers and lakes gradually faded away, and the bloody noise and the whistling of the swords were all accompanied by the laughter of the children, and the kites in the distance soared into the sky, no longer distinguishable.
The sound of the piano stopped softly.
Zhao Changhe found himself leaning on the chair and almost fell asleep.
He rubbed his eyes in confusion, his mind was still empty for a moment, and he was so relaxed that he couldn't even concentrate his thoughts for a while.
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him with a bit of pity in her eyes: "You... are too tired. I see that you are always thinking about things even when you sleep, at least last night."
Zhao Changhe: "Uh..."
Last night was really... Talking about the communication between a blind man in a dream, did he really sleep?
Tang Wanzhuang added: "Not only is it your daily rest, your practice is indeed too tight, and your energy and blood have been squeezed to the limit. Recently, under the Sword Emperor's Tomb, did you activate the state of evil energy filling your brain?
It's still boiling and is still eroding your flesh and blood, but you usually don't feel it... if things go on like this... it's like overdrafting your body when you're young, and it will become useless before you reach middle age."
Zhao Changhe twitched his lips: "What you said is a bit ambiguous, like something."
"Isn't it different?" Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "The human body is the same thing in the final analysis... You need to strengthen your foundation now and stop blindly pursuing breakthroughs."
Zhao Changhe looked inward for a moment, and he could indeed feel that the evil spirit in his flesh and blood was fading away. He could not feel how it was gradually eating away at the skin and bones before, but under this song, the evil spirit disappeared completely.
Just like the fairy family method.
Tang Wanzhuang could see what he was thinking, and sighed: "This is not an immortal method. Of course, Qin music is also a kind of martial arts with special effects... But this is not what I suggest you learn."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "I understand."
"Are you calm?"
"yes."
"Want to learn?"
Zhao Changhe stood up and bowed sincerely: "Miss Tang, please give me some advice."
Miss Tang...
Is this the name you struggled with for a long time and finally delivered the answer?
Tang Wanzhuang chewed for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Come here, I will teach you the basics first, the tones of each string, and the basic fingering techniques."
Baoqin's eyes widened: "Little Miss..."
Tang Wanzhuang glared at her: "What's that expression on your face? Mr. Zhao is a genius. To learn other people's sword skills and sword skills, you only need to look at them. Playing the piano is just a matter of finger coordination. Do you need to hold hands? Demonstration 1
Second, he will be able to do it naturally."
Baoqin: "Oh..."
She carefully looked at Zhao Changhe sitting next to Tang Wanzhuang, the two of them were shoulder to shoulder, and thought to herself, I think it is inappropriate to sit side by side like this, it looks too close, and my mind has not turned to holding hands.
As for finger-breaking, Miss, you have struggled with this yourself...
In fact, Zhao Changhe was sitting next to Tang Wanzhuang at this time, and the fragrance around him was overwhelming, but there was no ripple on him.
The music played just now was so meditative, and he was completely in the state of a sage. No distracting thoughts could arise in his mind. At this time, he just wanted to learn the piano. He knew that it was really, really good for him.
Along the way, his body was full of evil spirits and his hands were full of blood and cruelty. Zhao Changhe had worried a long time ago whether he would be affected by this and become a bloodthirsty maniac in the future. But in the past, it was just because of his love for music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
I looked down on it and thought it was useless, but today I found out that it is really useful.
It can make the light and shadow of the sword gradually fade away, make the bloody madness seem like another dimension, and only the beauty of Jiangnan and the quiet summer are left in front of you.
In this kind of world, music is inherently a kind of martial arts. Even if Tang Wanzhuang doesn't want to learn that aspect, the logic is the same.
Tang Wanzhuang's jade hands were demonstrating fingering techniques in front of her eyes. It looked very simple...it was just body movements. Compared with her difficult Spring Water Sword Intention, it was really simple.
It was also very beautiful. This was the first time that Zhao Changhe knew what it meant to be able to make people feel beautiful just by looking at their hands.
It was also very elegant, and Zhao Changhe couldn't help but think about the Linghu Chong effect he would have when he played the piano elegantly in the future. Then he played "A Smile in the Sea", which would be so cool.
"It really doesn't look difficult, let me give it a try?" Zhao Changhe applied.
Tang Wanzhuang stepped aside in anticipation: "Master Zhao's understanding, Wanzhuang can be trusted..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changhe stretched out his two claws like a zombie and grabbed the strings with a "bounce".
Tang Wanzhuang: "..."
Holding the piano and hiding his face, he knelt down and said: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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PS: The reading background of this book is online. It’s very nice and can be found in the reading background~