When Shen Yuan saw the sunrise on Mount Tai, he realized that although the world was vast, it was all in his eyes.

After he came down the mountain, he had a problem of famous mountains and rivers again, and he slowly returned along the Yellow River. Perhaps because of his bad reputation, no one dared to come forward to disturb him.

I arrived in Luoyang soon. I was in a hurry last time, and Shen Yuanjing did not appreciate the beauty of the eight major scenery of Luoyang. This time I started to visit one by one, see the scenery of Longmen Mountain, listen to the bells of the Horse Temple, see the evening view of Mangshan, and boast the spring sunshine of the Jin Valley.

On that day, Shen Yuanjing arrived in Dongcheng and was about to go to Tongtumo. When he passed by a place, he suddenly heard the sound of the piano, but it was intermittent. He pulled someone over and asked, saying that there was a elegant man named Luzhuweng who lived here, who could weave mats and draw bamboos, and could play the piano and flute.

Shen Yuanjing was delighted and asked someone to lead the way. He passed through several small streets and passed through a narrow alley. At the end was a large green bamboo bush, swaying in the wind, elegant and natural.

The sound of the piano stopped, and an old voice said, "The guest is in vain and I don't know what to do."

Shen Yuanjing's way of playing leads the way, and then said, "I'm here to have a piano and flute score. There are almost nothing that can be played in the world. I heard that the old man's piano rhyme is elegant, so I came to ask for advice before."

Lu Zhuweng said: "Piano and flute score? Hehe, I think so much about the old bamboo craftsman, please come in."

Shen Yuanjing walked into the bamboo forest and saw five small houses in front, two on the left and three on the right, all made of thick bamboos. The voice of the green bamboo man came out of the small house on the right and said, "Please come in and have tea."

Shen Yuanjing walked into the small house and saw the tables, chairs and couches, all of which were made of bamboo. There was a picture of ink bamboo hanging on the wall, with the brushstrokes and the ink traces dripping, which was quite sequential. On the shelf next to it was a jade zither and a few flutes.

The Luzhu Man sat at the table, with a slightly hunched body, and there was not much hair on his head, but he was very energetic.

When he saw Shen Yuanjing coming in, his eyes lit up. He asked him to sit down, poured out a bowl of green tea from a pottery teapot, and said, "The distinguished guest is here, I am so happy, please use tea!" Shen Yuanjing took it with both hands, put it on the table, took out the "Swordsman's Swordsman" from his arms and handed it over.

Lu Zhuwen wiped his thick hands on his body, took them over, and looked carefully. After a while, he closed his eyes and thought for a while, then put on the Yaoqin.

Then I heard the sound of the piano, which was elegant and beautiful. Not long after playing it, the sound suddenly became higher and higher. The sound was extremely sharp. With a clanging sound, a string was broken. With a few more notes, the string was broken. With a clanging sound, the string was broken. With a clanging sound, the green bamboo man said, "This piano score is so weird and difficult to understand."

Shen Yuanjing sat quietly and drank tea without saying anything. Lu Zhuwen said again: "I'll try this Xiaopu again!"

The sound of the flute was melodious and pleasant at first, and the emotion was lingering, but later the sound of the flute became lower and lower and almost impossible to hear. After a few more sounds, the sound of the flute became hoarse, and the "bobo" was very unpleasant. The Green Bamboo Man sighed and said, "How can such a bass sound be played? The person who wrote the song was just making a mystery!"

Shen Yuanjing also sighed, reached out to take the Yaoqin and asked, "Do you have the strings?" Lu Zhuweng was stunned, got up and took two strings, replaced the broken strings, and placed them in front of Shen Yuanjing.

Shen Yuanjing adjusted the tuning and started playing. The song was the same as the Green Bamboo Wong at the beginning, but later it turned higher and higher. The rhythm of the piano was as dangerous as the barbarians, and the weight was as light as it was, and it turned effortlessly.

This song is sometimes passionate and sometimes gentle and elegant, which is the music played by Qu Yang that day, but the meaning is very different. Qu Yang's passionate and exciting play is like the scorching sun in summer, burning and sturdy, while Shen Yuanjing's plays are cold and simple, like the pines and cypresses in winter, frost and snow. After a while, the music of the piano gradually slows down, and the lingering sound is as lingering as silk threads, and the subtleties cannot be heard again.

The Luzhuweng sincerely admired and exclaimed: "I admire you, I admire you! What kind of song is this?" Shen Yuanjing did not answer, took another flute from the shelf and started playing it.

One or two extremely low and very thin sounds sounded, and the sound of the flute gradually sounded, just like the flute blowing man slowly approaching.

At this time, a sound of piano came from the small house next to it, and it was very loud when it came up, like a war drum. The sound of the flute turned clear and beautiful, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes light and sometimes loud. When it was so low that it was circling a few times, it became deeper and deeper again.

Suddenly, the Yaoqin made a clanging sound, like swords and swords intersecting, as if it was uneven, but the sound of the flute was still low, like pearls and jade jumping, crisp and short, rising and falling one after another, and the verdant sound gradually increased.

After a while, the sound of the piano was like a singing spring, and then like a group of flowers competing for beauty, the sound of the flute was like the singing of birds in the middle, and I and I were singing. Gradually, the birds left, and the flowers fell in spring, but when the sound of the whistle and whispered wind, a solemn and slaughtered, drizzle, and there was nothing, and finally everything returned to silence.

After a long time of silence, the Green Bamboo Man was drunk when he heard it. Shen Yuanjing knew that the person who played the ensemble was Ren Yingying, but he was still surprised and said, "I didn't expect that there would be someone in this world who could play the "Swordsman's Song". I haven't asked anyone who can give me a meeting yet?"

"The Smiling and Proud Wanderer"? Is it the one leftover of Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng?" A crisp voice came from the small house on the left, saying: "I heard the news that day, and I thought Qu Yang was exaggerating it, but I didn't expect that this song is really not inferior to "Guangling San"!"

“It’s this song!”

"What a pity!" Ren Yingying sighed. Looking at the score, she knew her character. If she had known Qu Yang was such a character, she should have contacted her in advance. Even if she could not attract help, she could reduce the power of Dongfang Bubai.

"What a pity for them to seek benevolence!" Shen Yuanjing pretended not to know and said, "It should be a pity that this song is noble, but there are very few people in the world who can play it!"

Ren Yingying had already recognized the man as Shen Yuanjing, and her heart moved and said, "You are too pessimistic. Don't you and I will tell you. I heard that Huang Zhonggong, one of the four friends in Jiangnan, is also very good at music and may not be able to play this song."

"Oh? I have also heard of the names of the four friends in Jiangnan. I will visit you another day!" Shen Yuanjing said and stood up: "Since the girl refuses to meet, it's because I am abrupt. I am satisfied with this song today. The girl is superb and is the successor of Liu and Qu who are unsuccessful. Let's keep the music score here!"

Shen Yuanjing left without any nostalgia. The green bamboo man brushed the strings of the piano and said, "I only know that Huashan's 'cold swordsman's martial arts are very powerful, but I didn't expect that he was so profound in the music! Unfortunately, this person is the enemy of my God Sect and it is difficult to win over!"

He sighed twice, and as if he had just thought of it: "Aunt, this person came suddenly. Did you know something and came to the door on purpose?"

Ren Yingying thought for a while and said, "It's not that I live in seclusion here, no one knows it. It must be as he said, and I heard your piano sound before I came here."

"That's right, the Huashan Sect and the Divine Sect are enemies of the world. If he really knew that his aunt was here, he would have taken action long ago!"

"So I led him to Meizhuang in West Lake, and I don't know if I can help Uncle Xiang." Ren Yingying slowly played the piano, and was the song of Smiling and Proud Wanderer. The tune was smooth and central. When the Green Bamboo Old Man listened, he felt the beauty of the music, but it was not as vivid as before.
Chapter completed!