The sounds of the flute and the Baiyinqin were still lingering leisurely in the air. Yang Wei closed his eyes, thinking about something old, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. Qingqing, on the other hand, also closed his eyes, just breathing under his fingertips.
The sound rose and fell, and in the soothing music of the flute, a few more tears fell from those hazy tearful eyes.
The woman could only tremble with her palms, and she could hear all kinds of silk and bamboo strings playing together in the Baiyin Qin, and the complex rhythms jumped on different instruments, as if she had a pair of divine hands from the heavenly palace, and with the sound of the wind in the northern desert
Come to the mortal world and play non-stop.
But Qingqing only played a flute, breathing quietly, and the deep sound of the flute was soon drowned in the sound of the wind.
"You don't overestimate your capabilities." Yang Wei smiled softly in his heart, "Another bird that doesn't know whether to live or die."
As soon as her fingers flicked, she was about to leave the silk string reluctantly. Unexpectedly, the string suddenly trembled, and an unexpected light and shadow flashed out, breaking a small syllable of the melody in the desert. Ziqin let go of her hand and stared at the hundred
Yinqin smiled at the woman's cold eyes and said:
"Master, can you let me try the piano? How can this hundred-note piano play all the melodies in the world?"
Yang Wei was stunned for a moment before he nodded vaguely. Taking a deep breath, Ziqin forced herself to calm down and let Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu in her heart become one with the shimmering silk thread in front of her eyes.
After leaving Lirong Mountain, Ziqin couldn't calm down and play the strings for a long time. In her heart, she really missed the days when she and Qingqing played the harp and flute on the mountain. For a moment, her transparent fingertips touched the silk thread of the Baiyin Qin.
The palm of my hand seemed to suddenly become warm, and an invisible melody bloomed under my hand.
Quietly in a trance, Yang Wei seemed to be young, tilting his head and asking himself: "Young Master Linghu, among all the music in the world, which one do you think sounds the best?" Ziqin thought for a moment and replied: "Natural.
Sound. People cut bamboos to make flutes and wood to make harps, but they are not as pleasant as the sound of birds chirping in the mountains or the gurgling of clear springs."
"Then if I could create something that could sing like birds and flowing water, would it become the most beautiful sound in the world?"
"No." Ziqin shook her head resolutely. Seeing Yang Wei's surprised look, she quickly softened her tone, "For example, the phoenix among birds does not have all the cries of birds, and the peony among flowers does not
It has all the colors of other flowers - the so-called use of just one thing to produce all the tones of nature is just people's wishful thinking, why should Yang Shaoxia take it seriously?"
Yang Wei turned his head and stopped answering. So the child he devoted his whole life to raising was just a phantom in his imagination?
The heat wave carried the yellow sand and hit the woman's face, but Yang Su remained unmoved at all, letting the firelight illuminate his pale face. Looking at Ziqin, he saw the fingers of the leader of Linghu on the strings of the Baiyin Qin.
, playing the melody he is most familiar with.
The Baiyin Qin seemed to be very obedient in the hands of Master Linghu, and a string of quiet piano sounds continued to flow from the Master's fingertips.
When Qing Qing quietly stopped playing the flute, he inadvertently heard another melody floating faintly into the wind from the Baiyin Qin. This was not like the ordinary sound and color of the Baiyin Qin - this melody no longer sounded.
Competing with the rhythm of the music, even taking away the last bit of strength from myself with every breath and lift, every lift and sinking.
A solitary white jade flute is indeed no match for the Baiyin Qin.
Unexpectedly, this melodious tune floated above the faint sound of the flute. It was like the roots of a tree.
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Interlaced, the sound of the piano is infiltrated, quietly enveloping the weakening sound of the flute in the center.
After Qingqing regained some consciousness, the sound of the flute began again, but the sound of the piano faded away without words.
Qingqing's fingers trembled slightly, and she quickly raised her head, and she saw the familiar figure of her master standing in front of the piano. It sounded like the Baiyin Qin was a living person, and in the rising and falling melody, she knew exactly what was on her mind.
.
He turned his head and couldn't move his eyes for a moment, staring completely at the master's almost transparent fingertips jumping on the strings under the hundred tones.
This is "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand" - in the rivers and lakes, no matter how many melodious sounds I have passed through, and how many natural instruments I have seen - in the melodious sound of the piano, there will always be a melody left for the white jade flute.
Every plant and tree in Lirong Mountain appeared before his eyes again, and Qingqing seemed to have returned to the days when he practiced martial arts every day on Lirong Mountain and never bothered about the troubles outside the mountain.
I don't know since when, Qingqing has been staring at the master's hand caressing the strings every day. The morning light shines on the tongqin, and all her thoughts are reflected in the tune...
The Baiyinqin was like a furious beast, and was suddenly comforted by a pair of big hands at this moment. The manic roar gradually dissipated, and despite the howling wind, the beast finally closed its eyes. The sound of the leisurely falling geese was like the sound of falling geese in the sunset.
A sleep song, quietly hummed by the fingers of the quilt and Qingqing's wooden flute.
In the silence, there was a sudden "pop" sound - Ziqin raised his head and saw that the silk string in Yang Wei's hand had broken.
For a moment, the melody of "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand" stopped abruptly. And the towering Baiyin Qin finally ended its last roar of the desert wind and fell into a long and silent sleep.
The woman's hands were trembling, and Yang Wei lowered his head, staring closely at his fingertips that were bleeding from the silk string.
"Ziqin, you are right." Yang Wei kept murmuring in his heart, "The so-called 'Baiyinqin' is just a dream after all..." Thinking of this, an impulse surged in his throat. A long and sharp sound came out.
The sound is like the sound of a harp moaning in the wind, pouring out desperately from the woman's mouth.
"waste!"
The roar suddenly pierced the night sky, and everyone was startled in the silence. The woman looked up to the sky and laughed: "I have worked so hard to raise such a big child, and it turned out that the song "Goose Falling on the Sand"
Trash that can’t even sing!”
Ziqin stood there, looking coldly at Yang Wei who kept roaring hysterically. Ayu was being held in his arms by his father, murmuring: "Mom, I can hum this song, and I will sing it to you..."
Before Ayu could finish speaking, Gongshuyu's big hand covered her mouth.
Yang Wei held his head and shook his head crazily. His long hair was messy and scattered behind him, and his scalp was scratched with sharp nails and was bleeding. "Impossible, this is impossible..." The woman leaned on the piano body and finally squatted down weakly.
He continued, "My child, you can sing the piano and the flute. You can sing all the sounds of all things in the world... Why can't you do it! Why!"
Before he finished speaking, he actually picked up the torch on the ground and rushed towards the Baiyinqin desperately.
"Qingqing!" The moment the woman and Huins disappeared from sight, Ziqin immediately turned around, grabbed Qingqing's waist and ran backwards. When Gongshuyu saw this, he didn't care about Ayu's continuous shouting of "Mother! Mother!"
He quickly turned around and ran towards the distance of the desert.
The woman was seen alone, disappearing into the maze composed of tall railings and giant armor.
Then a "bang" sound was heard, and the mother and child were heard.
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The flesh blended together and spread out in all directions. A huge spark bloomed in the air, and the four instruments of eight notes, all the sounds of nature, had disappeared into ashes.
It wasn't until the blazing fire could no longer catch up with Zi Qin's pace that Leader Linghu slowed down. Qingqing seemed to be in a trance, still looking towards Zi Qin's direction where the Baiyin Qin exploded.
Qin shook her body slightly: "Qingqing?"
"Hey." Qingqing shook her head violently, opened her eyes again, and cast a clear look at her master again.
Seeing Qingqing's bright eyes turned into a pair of hazy tears filled with endless tears, Ziqin could no longer restrain herself and held Qingqing in her arms:
"Promise Master, everything that happened in the Northern Desert will be forgotten."
Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes: "Master, but these are things that Qingqing and Master have experienced together, and Qingqing will never forget them." Before Ziqin could recover, Qingqing continued, "Disciple never
Don’t be afraid of being separated from the master for too long. Whether it’s the eight-note meeting or the hundred-note harp, as long as the disciple knows that the master is not far away from the disciple, there is nothing to fear... It’s just, it’s just...”
Speaking of this, Qingqing tried his best to hold back his words: "This disciple is really afraid that he will forget the melody of "Pingsha Luoyan", the formation of "Three Plum Blossoms", and forget that there are things in this world.
This place is called Lirong Mountain..."
Listening to every word, Ziqin couldn't help but hold Qingqing tighter in her arms. Ziqin held Qingqing's face: "No. Everything Master and Qingqing have experienced together will be locked in memory.
Deep down, I will never forget it." Qingqing buried her face in Ziqin's arms and nodded desperately.
As if she suddenly remembered something, Qingqing looked at her master with tears in her eyes, but with a hint of a smile: "What should I do if one day I really can't remember everything?"
Ziqin also smiled: "As long as the plum blossom formation in the third lane is still there, as long as the melody of Luo Yan's flat sand is not finished, Qingqing will always think of the master no matter where he is."
"must?"
"must."
There was a sound of footsteps in the distance. Ziqin and Qingqing turned around at the same time. It was Master Gongshu who was holding Ayu and walking towards the master and apprentice.
Gongshuyu's face was scorched black by the sparks overnight, almost losing the color of his normal skin. Ayu was held tightly in his arms by his father and was unscathed. He just let go of his voice and cried non-stop:
"Mother! Mother is missing..."
The girl was crying like this, and Gongshuyu didn't know how to comfort her. But at this moment, Yang Wei's figure and Baiyinqin had disappeared into the dust of the fireworks, but Gongshu's master was not seen with a slightly sad expression. Ziqin couldn't help but lower his head.
: "I wonder if the master has anything else that Li Rongshan can serve?"
Gongshuyu closed his eyes: "Since the Shalao and Baiyinqin no longer exist, my father and daughter will have no choice but to leave this northern desert and wander around the world for half their lives. As for collections of music and slaves,
I just hope that these things will have nothing to do with Ayu from now on."
Suddenly remembering something, Qingqing hurriedly responded: "Disciple remembers that on the night of King Taming's birthday, Sui Sui was picked up by an old wizard in black robes."
Hearing this, Master Gongshu's eyes lit up: "So, it's okay for you to complain?"
Qingqing nodded. Recalling the old wizard's kind face, he must have brought Weiwei to the safest corner of the Northern Desert, far away from the competition for these music scores.