The moment Ziqin let go, Jiang Suyi's desperately raised corners of her mouth suddenly froze as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Xu Shi had expected that the fragrant lady would never give up, and the purple light of the white jade flute was concentrated. The moment Madam Jiang finally broke free from the hand of the leader Linghu, a "Thousand-mile Formation Cloud" appeared across the way, and before her eyes
Just hit it on the white chime sound hole.
The breeze blew by, and there was no sound. Everyone held their breath and concentrated. Suddenly, they saw the purple light of the wooden flute disappearing, and another light and shadow flashed past.
"Who!" Jiang Suyi retreated and shouted loudly.
Qingqing only noticed that another flash of white light was wandering around, getting in front of Qingqing's wooden flute, and holding the white flute lightly in the air.
Taking a closer look, the light and shadow were generally translucent, with a faint icy light. It was exactly the same as the moon-white Baichi in Mrs. Jiang's hand. Before she could catch a glimpse of the person coming, she heard the owner behind the Baichi say:
"mother."
It turned out to be Nan Jiayou, the son of Broken Qionglin!
Seeing that Jiang Suyi seemed to be frozen in place for a moment, her eyes suddenly lost their expression, just like the turbulent earth turned to ashes before her eyes, blankly losing their luster. Her empty eyes passed by everyone in front of her, and then wandered away in the blink of an eye.
not see.
It wasn't until she turned to Nan Jiayou with gloomy eyes that she suddenly stopped.
Jiayou gradually relaxed his inner strength, and one of the white hairs no longer sucked the other. He heard a crisp "ding" sound under Su Yi's feet.
Leaning over to pick up the white hairpin, Nan Jiayou knelt on one knee and held the head and tail of the hairpin high above his head with both hands. As if his magic weapon finally came into view, Jiang Suyi was shocked and came to his senses, and the fierce light appeared in his eyes again.
. I saw Su Yi raising her hands with trembling arms, her eyes cracked, and she didn't know how much hatred she had with the silent young man in front of her.
Su Yi grabbed Jia You's body and hit Jia You on the head:
"I'm not your mother, and your mother doesn't know you a long time ago! Just treat me as your mother!"
Seeing that the rock-solid force was about to fall impartially on the top of Nan Jiayou's head, the white hair suddenly took off Su Yi's hand and moved toward the side of Jiayou's head. Nan Jiayou didn't care.
While dodging, I suddenly heard a crisp "click" sound. People around me felt pain in their shoulder blades.
Except for Linghu Ziqin and Yang Wei, the other visitors were completely unaware of Mr. Nan's silent approach. Even Qingqing didn't hear his breathing. When he saw the white feather flashing, he trembled with fright and hurriedly
He stopped the "Thousand Miles of Clouds" move that had already spread out into the air. At this moment, the silent young man lowered his head in front of his eyes, neither fighting back nor answering.
I heard someone in the crowd murmur: "He's from Broken Qionglin. He is indeed a mute young master."
As if in response to these words, Nan Jiayou made no sound except for a slight gasp from the beginning to the end. Even though Jiang Suyi was about to beat his own son to death with a stick in front of everyone, he could only see him stiff.
He didn't hesitate at all, and he didn't even say a word in reply. The men in the Northern Desert had been tensed up all night. Seeing this lively scene, they all stretched their necks and shouted, fearing that something would happen.
Don't let any bigger trouble happen.
Amid the commotion, Qingqing didn't want to see the Jiang Jianan family in embarrassment. She just wanted to stay away from the crowd, so she turned her back silently.
When he looked up, the owner of Wu Ling's tomb was standing in front of him with his long hair flowing and his pregnant figure straight.
Yang Wei smiled softly: "You have been tired from traveling, let Yang Wei take you to have a rest early." Qingqing did not answer, rolled up his sleeves and bowed deeply, looking for the master in the crowd. Strangely, Zi
I don't know where Qin has gone, and I can't find that green color no matter how hard I look.
The woman stepped forward slowly: "Qing Qing, do you want to come and take a look at our 'baiyinqin'?"
us?
Qingqing only felt a soft silk string in her heart being played slightly. In an instant, all the noise around her faded away, leaving only the owner's haggard smile just a few steps away. The words behind her were still vaguely echoing, and Qingqing felt like she was
I understand something, but I understand nothing.
The woman stayed behind Qingqing without moving an inch, waiting for Qingqing's answer.
After hesitating for a long time, Qingqing suddenly turned around, raised his chin and said, "It's a great honor to disturb the master." After hearing this, Yang Xushu smiled, stepped forward, put his arm on Qingqing's shoulders affectionately, and the two left the desert to quarrel.
The noisy farce is getting further and further away.
It wasn't until the night was so silent that even the jackdaws fell asleep that Qingqing stopped.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing stopped suddenly, and Yang Wei took a step forward. Feeling a little strange, he looked back gracefully. He saw that Qingqing's immature eyes were exuding a coldness that was not suitable for his age and was too mature. Qingqing looked expressionless.
asked:
"May I ask, Master, what does the word 'baiyin' in Baiyin Qin mean?"
"The Rhythm of a Thousand Tones is all-encompassing and is called the 'Hundred Tones'." The woman still maintained her indifferent smile, turned around and continued walking forward, "The instrument of a hundred tones is not limited by the tones of silk and bamboo. What you want is nothing more than whatever you want.
It’s just a matter of controlling a thousand sounds or ten thousand sounds.”
Qingqing had to jog a few steps and followed not far away: "Music notes are the first of music arts. I wonder how this instrument can control millions of sounds?"
A confident chuckle came from Qingqing's side, and the woman continued: "The music relies on the orchestra; the orchestra relies on the silk and bamboo; the silk and bamboo rely on the natural ear. If you can hear the sound of natural wind and rain,
Then it is not difficult to memorize thousands of melodies." Qingqing was just shocked at first when he listened, and then a trace of panic seeped into his mind, and he felt cold sweat pouring down his back.
I thought that the ability to listen to the sound of the piano and discern the music like my master was extraordinary, but who would have thought that this frail woman was actually describing the sounds of all things in nature in her understatement!
Xu Shi saw that Qing Qing was shocked and was speechless for a long time. Yang Su smiled delicately: "I thought it was bluffing at first, but I didn't expect to be so lucky in this life. I once heard the melody composed by senior Linghu using stones on the cliff. This
I feel suddenly enlightened." The host said, squinting his eyes, as if recalling the tune that had been buried in his heart for a long time.
Ignoring her humming in ecstasy, Qingqing suddenly turned around and asked: "I don't know why the master made this harp?"
"What's it for?" Yang Wei was interrupted suddenly, as if he hadn't recovered yet.
"Yes." Qingqing nodded and clenched his fists, "For example, 'Unite Baiyin to fight against Qingyi'?"
"Hi." After hearing these eight words, the master laughed out loud, "Of course I have to say that. If you don't say it more harshly, how can your master be willing to come?"
It turns out that all the way out of the mountain, from singing songs in Beimo teahouse to secretly shooting at the stone statues in the courtyard, was just for the owner of the tomb to meet the master!
The two of them walked forward in silence. The cold wind in the middle of the night in the desert was very strong, and Qingqing's back kept getting chills. It was as if the cold fear followed the sound of the wind and penetrated deep into his bones. Not far away, a familiar green figure
The jade crown was smaller at first, then kept getting closer and clearer.
But in Qingqing's eyes, the figure of the master became increasingly blurry.
Ziqin heard the two people's voices and turned around, with half surprise and half smile in her eyes: "After fighting so hard during the day, I thought you fell asleep first." Qingqing shook her head and walked towards her master step by step.
.
Lifting his gaze, Qingqing stared into his master's eyes. However, he felt that the shadow in Ziqin's eyes was as clear as ever. From the standing banyan tree to the rocks, from the night screen in front of his eyes, it was as clear as before and had not changed at all.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't restrain his depressed thoughts.
"Master."
"Why."
"Disciple..." Qingqing struggled, not knowing what he wanted to say, "Disciple is still a little tired."
"It doesn't matter." Yang Wei listened to the words and said with a faint smile: "You will stay here for the next few days. If you want to see it, just come and say hello at any time." Ziqin originally wanted to persuade Qingqing to stay for a while, but
Hearing what his master said, he didn't want to force it.
Unexpectedly, before the two of them could say anything else, Qingqing turned her head and ran away in the blink of an eye.
The dust and sand stirred up, and the girl in green disappeared in the distance.
The boundless yellow sand is deserted, yet every grain of sand seems to be alive.
No matter whether he knew the way back or not, Qingqing wandered aimlessly in the vast desert. The scene in front of him seemed to have been blurred into a piece of adhesion. Whatever he thought of, he always felt a little bit lost. When he thought about it carefully, that Piaofei
But I couldn't catch my thoughts, and they immediately flew to nowhere.
Master just left for a moment to take a look at the Baiyin Qin in Wu Ling's tomb. Why did he become unhappy instead?
My feet were numb and senseless, step after step, as if to lead myself deeper into the desert. Until I didn't know whether my left foot or my right foot suddenly tripped in the air——
The whole body fell into the air and was stuck in the mud. Qingqing faced down and ate a mouthful of sand.
Before he could get up, he suddenly heard a "clang" sound behind him. The sound was like jade, not like ordinary stones and gravel, but like a naturally carved musical instrument. There was a faint lingering sound within a few miles.
The ethereal piano sound that makes the ears ring with joy is so familiar to Qingqing!
Somehow, the world seemed to freeze for a moment, and Qingqing shed tears quietly. She quickly climbed up on her hands and knees, without even having time to shake off the dirt and rocks on her body. She stumbled and ran towards the place where the sound of the piano came from. She ran.
As I got closer, I couldn't help but feel disappointed——
It's not a rare guqin, it's just a big bumpy rock.
Qingqing sighed, her sadness disappearing.
He tried to stretch out his hand, but the boulder was rough and rough, which was very hard on the hand. However, Qingqing had no choice but to raise a loose fist and use his knuckles to tentatively knock on the surface of the stone:
"Zheng——"
The long buzzing was very clear, like a clear mountain spring gurgling close to the dry sand. Qingqing was surprised for a moment, and opened his eyes wide in a daze. He didn't know that such a carving by God would take several years of human skill to achieve it.
Add some snooping?
The cold stone seemed to become warm instantly. Qingqing sat in front of the stone and crossed her arms to hug it.
Dashi was silent and didn't say a word.
For a moment, Qingqing finally realized something, stood up, and kept running around the big stone. As expected, it took only half a stick of incense, and half of the clear spring that was about to dry up was just a few steps away from the big stone.
Qingqing took out the head of his wooden flute and touched it gently on the surface of the spring water.
"Zheng——"
It was still the familiar sound of the stringed piano, but the tone in the spring water was completely different from the sound of tapping on the boulder. The spring water was ethereal, and the sound was almost clear, while the boulder faintly emitted the low sound of the palace.