There is a cave under the Xuantan in Nanlin. Looking around, there are towering strange rocks, like a natural barrier, like a vast and boundless plain of strange rocks.
The master and apprentice came to the foot of a huge rock to take shelter from the wind and rain and rest for a while. Whenever Qingqing asked who the person on the bronze mirror was, Ziqin smiled and did not answer.
"I can't explain it clearly in one or two sentences. Once Qing Qing learns "Pingsha Luoyan", he will naturally understand it."
After spending a few days on the strange rocks under the pond, the master and the apprentice got up early to practice music and practiced in the middle of the night. After three or four days, they had written down nine out of ten of the music scores recorded in the ancient mirror. Whenever Ziqin lowered his head to fumble around,
Fa, Qingqing's eyes seemed to be attracted by some force, and she couldn't move away from her master.
The way the master plays the piano, the light of the string is better than the snow, and the jade fingers are green.
Sometimes Ziqin would quietly stop the strings and ask, "Qing Qing, what are you looking at?"
"Disciple is watching Master playing the piano..."
So Ziqin asked Qingqing to sit next to him, one on the left and the other on the right, putting the long string sword on his knees. He wiped it carefully with his left hand and plucked it lightly with his right hand. The left and right hands couldn't help but touch each other. The master and the apprentice always
They look at each other and smile.
Qingqing quickly turned her red face aside.
When the night fell into the music of the piano and the cool breeze began to rise, Ziqin clasped Qingqing's thumb and let his internal energy flow into Qingqing's body like water. It could resist the cold wind of Shiyuan for a while, but also slowly washed away Qingqing's body.
There is poison in your body.
The wind blows, and Qingqing's scattered black hair floats on Ziqin's white face, carrying the unique fragrance of the flute.
Ziqin began to realize that the way she looked at Qing Qing seemed to be different.
"Try to jump on?"
Ziqin smiled lightly, but Qingqing shook his head: "No, no, no... this is too high, and my disciples can't do it."
"No problem, Master is waiting for you below."
Qingqing raised his head and looked at the strange stone monument that towered into the sky. The midday sun was shining on the top of the stone, and the ground with no hiding place was scorching hot. Qingqing lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and immediately kicked off his legs to leap forward.
, rushed forward.
The smooth stone tablet is naturally polished, and there is not even an inch of footing.
Lifting up his energy and leaping up, Qingqing tried his best to perform the "Bi Zhen Qing Gong". He stepped forward step by step with his feet alternately, and climbed up to half the waist of the stone monument in a few steps. He used the faint "peak stone falling" just right. The further he walked up.
, I feel more and more that the soles of my feet are nimble and nimble. Somehow, I can take one step so high and so far.
It was during these four or five days in Qishiyuan that Qingqing gathered all his experience in translating the full score of Ya, and with Ziqin's constant guidance, the progress was extraordinary.
If I hadn't jumped to the top of the hundred-foot stone monument in one breath today, how could I have realized it in my heart?
When they were near the top, the sunlight flashed, and a sharp stone edge tilted out of the stone surface, and suddenly it was in front of Qingqing's eyes. Although Qingqing wanted to dodge, he jumped up too fast. At this time, it was too late to stop his feet, and he couldn't help but let out a sharp "Wow!"
Call.
Before she could sink, a strong force swept behind her, gently grabbed Qingqing's waist, and took her away from the sharp corner of the stone, laying her sideways and jumping to the top.
Ziqin was silent all the way, and followed Qingqing with her footsteps. It wasn't until she saw that Qingqing was having a little difficulty in supporting her that she suddenly took action, hugged her disciple tightly, and placed her firmly on the narrow footing on the top of the mountain.
on the platform.
Qingqing was so frightened that her heart jumped into her throat: "Master, this is really too high..."
Ziqin laughed: "Qingqing is not even afraid of jumping from Ruixin Pagoda to Xuantan, why are you still afraid of this strange stone?"
Qingqing lowered his head and blushed: "Because I know the master is behind me."
The two chatted and laughed all the way, and under the sun, they arrived at the highest point of the stone forest without any effort. Ziqin was walking in front, and saw Qingqing looking at a wide stone gap and unable to stretch out his feet, so he handed her to
He stretched out half of his body and stretched out his white hands.
When Qingqing took hold of it, he couldn't help but hold on to the master's cyan sleeves, for fear of falling if he missed it. Ziqin guided Qingqing to look into the distance: "Qingqing, look at that cloud -"
Thousands of stone monuments stand tall and straight, their gray-white outlines rendering the sky endless.
Standing among these stone monuments, I suddenly didn’t feel like I was a hundred feet high. It felt more like the sky and the earth were a blur, hidden in a corner. The sky and the earth were connected thousands of miles away, and the fog was dark and the clouds were deep. Qingqing was stunned.
Opened his mouth: "Where is this..."
"Tianya."
Ziqin held Qingqing's hand and spread her fingers on the surface of the stone tablet. It seemed as if there was a mysterious force moving faintly under the dust. Qingqing's fingertips exerted a little force, and a piece of dust was broken into pieces on the stone tablet.
The dents are revealed.
"It is based on the crisp autumn air, calm wind and flat sand, clouds traveling thousands of miles, and flying sounds in the sky. It is also a person who uses the distant aspirations of the swans to write about the ambition of the Yishi..."
Halfway through reading, Qingqing suddenly clapped his hands and his eyes lit up: "Master, this is "The Wild Geese Falling on the Sand"!"
Ziqin nodded, smiled and stood quietly, taking a closer look at Qingqing's cute and excited smile.
Before he could finish reading the inscription, Qingqing immediately jumped up and ran to the next stone tablet like a happy hare. "Breaking my ileum, thinking about my hometown, playing with the green silk, hiding in three lanes, and my soul flew away..."
Another song "Yin Fei Yin" can be seen on the edge of the rock crevices and dangerous cliffs.
Qingqing's cheerful figure appeared and disappeared on the top of the high and low stone monuments, her long black hair flying behind her, and her trembling eyelashes flashing. It was not until the sunset that the two fiery red slanting shadows approached again.
Qin asked: "What songs have you watched?"
"There are "High Mountains", "Flowing Waters", "Xiaoxiang Water Clouds", "Spring Snow"..."
Due to excitement, Qingqing panted slightly, and her clothes were soaked with sweat.
Ziqin came back to the first stone tablet they had seen, took out a few bronze mirror fragments from her sleeves, and compared them to many specific positions on the top of the stone monument. The concave stone mirrors were blurred and overlapped together.
, if you don’t take it off, it’s like it was embedded in nature.
Qingqing suddenly realized it. Looking back at the vast forest of strange rocks, it seemed that the leisurely sound of the piano was already in his mind. The harmonious strings and flutes echoed in the sunset.
Immediately, Qingqing also took out a few fragments from his clothes, followed their original positions, and inserted them back into the original position of the "Pingsha Luoyan" monument. All the lenses were gone, but there were still many remains.
Wherever it falls, it is scattered among them, empty and flat, and I don’t know which notes are missing.
Qingqing gently tugged at Master's sleeve, and Ziqin turned around.
"Master, when we return to the mountains, how about we go into seclusion for a few years?"
Ziqin laughed in surprise and played chestnuts on Qingqing's forehead: "Everyone else is vying to go down the mountain to play, so why does Qingqing still stay on the mountain?"
"The outside of Lirong Mountain is not good at all." Qingqing looked into his master's eyes, "There are harps and flutes on the mountain, and there are so many beautiful songs, but at the bottom of the mountain there is only the hatred between you and me, which always ends."
The red sunset reflected two figures, one high and one low. Ziqin nodded: "Okay, we won't go anywhere when we go back this time."
"Master, are you serious?"
"Of course, seriously."
In the blink of an eye, it’s August 12th, and there are only three days left before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In addition to practicing playing the piano, the master and the apprentice also continued to search for various collections of lost songs in the stone forest, finding grass leaves, handkerchiefs, stones, etc. and transcribing them. When the cicadas were chirping in the middle of the night, Qingqing found a branch by himself.
Something like that is drawn on the grass.
Ziqin came behind Qingqing and read carefully:
"The distant cup is crossed and the cup is lowered down the small building, the wind and smoke are flying all over the deep boat. Drunk, the red door is covered with fragrance, and the branches are growing..."
"Oops!" Qing Qing covered the handwriting on the grass and mud, "This is what my disciple wrote randomly. Master, don't read it."
Ziqin was amused, and gently pushed away the disciple's hand, and continued to read: "Under the branches, there is a head full of snow." Qingqing blushed, lowered her head, and turned away with a pout.
Ziqin rubbed Qingqing's head: "I see that Qingqing doesn't like to read poems on weekdays. It turns out that he hides it deeply!"
Still slightly shy, Qingqing lowered her head and turned around, quietly asking: "Master...Master, what do you think is a good name?"
"Name?" Ziqin was stunned.
"Yeah. The disciple played the tune casually that day and never thought about the name of the song."
"In this way..." Ziqin gradually began to think deeply while holding her chin. This was the first time the disciple had written a piece of music by himself. Perhaps it would be best to use Qingqing's name.
Qingmei? Too monotonous.
Clear snow? Too vulgar.
Clearing the building? It’s strangely uncomfortable to read.
After thinking for a long time, Ziqin was defeated and looked at Qingqing's side face, who was still thinking deeply: "What name does Qingqing like?"
"The disciple thought that the master guided the disciple to complete this piece of music in the pond, so he must use the master's own name."
Zi Qin narrowed her eyes and smiled. No wonder the two of them sat empty-handed for a long time and neither of them could think of anything. After thinking for a while, Zi Qin suddenly said: "The word 'Untitled' is the best."
"'Untitled'..." Qingqing lowered his eyes, not understanding what the master meant for a moment.
"When you and I leave, we will engrave all the old scores of "Fan Ya Ji" and the ancient scores that Qing Qing has found on the empty stone tablets that have not yet had their owners. The modern music will be based on the ancient and new, and it will be "
It means "translate elegance." After a pause, Ziqin continued: "As for the first piece of music written by Qing Qing, it is named "Untitled" and is engraved in the score. Whether it is right or wrong, I will leave it to future generations to comment.
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When Qing Qing heard this, he smiled and nodded.
One day when the morning light first appeared, the two of them climbed up to the forest of stone monuments again, supported each other on the empty monument, and carved the melody of the corner chapter, Zheng chapter, and feather chapter of "Fan Ya Ji" on the stone one after another.
Seam high cliff.
Qingqing's internal energy technique was already extraordinary. At this time, he was flying up and down on the smooth stone wall, like a light and skillful goose, spinning in the air with almost no effort. The two of them were so busy that they finally embedded the three tunes firmly into the stone wall.
As soon as there was a gap, Ziqin took out the string sword in his sleeve, letting the dark purple light shine in the afterimage of the scorching sun.
Ziqin cast an encouraging look at Qingqing, who smiled and nodded.
The two masters and apprentices jumped up, "clang" twice one after another, and clung firmly to the broad shoulders of the hot stone tablet. Ziqin supported his body with the hilt of the sword, stabbed deeply with the tip of the sword, let go, and dropped the slanted first sword.
A stroke of writing was written between the protrusions of the stone.
Then he took out the sword and let go, throwing it away smoothly. Qingqing raised his head and kicked up his upper body, firmly grasping the hilt of the string sword in the palm of his hand.