Volume Three Yinjiang Chapter Ninety-Eighth Destiny Is Unknown
The sunlight on Miyu Lake is shallow, red as brocade, and scattered on the surface of the lake. Qingqing raised the pen and exerted force on his wrist, and a drop of thick black ink soaked the thin paper.
Ziqin leaned forward from behind Qingqing, and a faint warm breath instantly enveloped Qingqing's cheeks.
Although Qingqing remained silent, she couldn't help but smile. She saw her master blinking and staring at him, unwilling to move his eyes for a moment, which made him feel wandering and unable to calm down.
. He put down his pen and turned around, only to realize that Master’s fresh eyebrows were only half an inch away from him. A slight blush appeared on his face and he lowered his head: “Master, what are you looking at?”
"I'm looking at Qing Qing's way of writing."
Qingqing smiled: "What's so good about this?"
When Ziqin heard this, she held Qingqing's shoulders and moved closer, as if to examine Qingqing's eyebrows carefully. Qingqing felt even more shy when she saw it, and quickly pushed away her master's hand.
, turned his body to the side: "This is the boundary of the West Lake, where the breeze blows on the shore and the rays of light are misty. Why bother staring at me, Master!"
There was a moment of silence, and Ziqin did not answer. Just when Qingqing was extremely surprised and was about to turn around, he suddenly hugged his disciple's waist from behind. Qingqing was startled, cried out "Ah!", and fell into the master's arms.
Ziqin lowered her head and saw Qingqing leaning into her arms, so she smiled and whispered in her ear:
"The lake embankment is nothing to look at at all, but it is the reflection in Qing Qing's eyes that adds a bit of color."
After saying that, his eyes passed through Qingqing's eyes, as if he could really see countless mountains and rivers through his disciple's pupils.
Hearing this, Qingqing couldn't help but tilted his head and smiled with lowered eyes. He kissed his master gently on the cheek and then straightened up in Ziqin's arms: "There are still a lot of things I want to write today. The ink is not dry yet, so don't spill it.
It's everywhere in the boat." Before he finished speaking, a drop of thick ink dripped from the tip of the pen, causing a large drop of ink to smear on the thin piece of paper.
Ziqin bent his eyes, tried his best to hold back his laughter, and put on an innocent expression. Then he took the ink-stained paper and saw that the handwriting on it looked very familiar, so he asked:
"Which song is this?"
"It's the flute music of King Gongshu." Qingqing sighed, "The bamboo flute is different from the bone flute. I always feel that the sound is clear and has a bit of original and natural interest. It's a pity that I didn't have time to write down the name of this flute music.
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Having said this, Qingqing picked up his pen and wrote again on a clean piece of paper:
"Drink the chrysanthemum dew to enter the morning, and wear it in the evening with colorful clouds and neon colors. Look at the dusk and see the wild beasts in Linggao. If you think about the thunder and rain, you forget to go home, and the wolf will sing at night. The trees are dark and the stamens are beautiful.
Yao, away from the spirit and cultivating the beauty of what you think about."
After going down the mountain twice, Qingqing could always hear a lot of unique tunes, which were very different from what he had learned in Dongshan. He had already walked through the southern forest and northern desert, and everything he heard and thought about was influenced by everything he walked.
It is recorded in the tunes one by one. If there is any uncertainty about something, bring it to the master, and the two of them will make corrections together while playing the piano.
While the flute music was still in her mind, Qingqing hurriedly recorded the melody she heard on the paper she found everywhere. As she listened to different melodies from various places, Qingqing only felt that her own listening skills
It seems that I have become more fluent with practice. Sometimes I can write a complete piece of music by myself without having a master around.
After finishing writing this poem, Qingqing held the tissue paper in the air and handed it to the master. Unexpectedly, Ziqin looked at it for a while, but then slightly
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He frowned.
Feeling a little nervous, Qingqing swallowed and asked her master: "Master, is there any incoherence or disharmony in this tune?"
Ziqin shook his head: "No. I just think it looks familiar to me, and I can't remember where I have seen it."
"Is it possible that this flute music was not created by Gongshu Yi?" Qingqing thought to himself, "Maybe when someone else played it, King Gongshu had heard it elsewhere and wrote down the melody. Furthermore, maybe the cold-faced king
I played it casually, but I didn’t say it was a song from the Northern Desert."
After thinking about it, I suddenly felt that it was very dull in the boat, and my head felt dizzy and uncomfortable. I really didn't want to continue thinking, so I put down my pen and said: "I can't remember where this melody comes from. Master, where is the place ahead?
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Ziqin leaned forward and looked out of the window. He saw noisy crowds in the distance and ships coming and going. It seemed to be very crowded. He said: "It may be a ferry terminal. There are many people here. We might as well go and find a secluded place."
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Qingqing, like his master, didn't like making noise. As soon as he heard that there was a lot of people coming and going in front of him, he nodded immediately.
It is said that in Yiya Desert, the owner of Wuling Tomb died, and King Taming had no support. The group of heroes and heroines who wanted to "unite Baiyin to fight against Qingyi" immediately dispersed and left in a swarm.
Northern Desert.
The great kings and heroes in the Northern Desert were all dead and injured, and no one dared to mention the name of the "sand prison" again.
Instead, the two returned to the previous restaurant and took the horse. Fortunately, they brought enough silver with them when they went down the mountain. Before paying for the long-term feed, they hired a small boat and headed west. The golden horse had not seen the two of them for a long time, and it was far away.
When I saw Qingyi Qingpao approaching, I remembered to dig the ground with my hooves and kept licking Qingqing's hand.
As for the flute technique and music collection in Beimo in the future, it all depends on the ability of the young head of Jimo.
I remember that among the four "young phoenixes" of the Eight Music Club back then, Qingqing, Nan Jiayou, Jimo Yao, and Jiang Chenbi were all of the same age, but Jimo was the only one who was already the leader of Yiyamo. Therefore, every move, a victory and a defeat,
It always carries more and more complex meanings than the other three. When Qingqing was recuperating in Yeping Mountain, Qingqing once mentioned it to his uncle Ziqi, but he rolled his eyes with disdain:
"What's the matter? Your master was not even older than her when he became the head!"
After boarding the boat, Qingqing looked back. The mist in the sky covered the boundless yellow sand, leaving only the West Lake and the river, covered with mist. Somehow, the image of the Baiyin Qin shattering in front of his eyes remained in Qingqing's mind over and over again.
Reappear.
Every sand and stone in Yi Ya Desert is covered by this Baiyin Qin. Unfortunately, the owner of Wu Ling Tomb asked for too much.
The cost of creating a behemoth that can compare with the vastness of nature is that the birds cry blood and the blood stains the yellow sand. Resisting the laws of nature with one's own strength may be just an easily broken dream from the beginning.
Ziqin wanted to ask the boatman to take a detour, but suddenly he heard a loud shouting on the shore, and a bustling crowd surrounded the center of the shouting. Not knowing what was going on, Ziqin concentrated on his ears and listened carefully:
"If you don't care about worldly affairs, it doesn't count as good or bad. If you want to spend more than one year, your money will be in the cage."
Looking from a distance, I saw a person wearing six-line robes, holding a Yin-Yang flag, closing his eyes and muttering something in his mouth. There was indeed a small bamboo cage at the feet of this person, which was empty, as if waiting for people to pass by.
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Passers-by put silver coins inside.
The passers-by who were walking around heard his strange words and unusual behavior, so they gradually gathered around him. Some young people who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, poked their heads into the crowd and asked:
"Hey, old man! If your fortune telling is not good or bad, what else can it be?"
"Xiao Ke can accurately calculate his fate for the rest of his physical life. No need for any palmistry or divination chart. As long as Xiao Ke raises his eyes, he can clearly see the fate of this person for the rest of his life."
"Wow -" "So awesome?" The crowd suddenly burst into a burst of exclamation.
The young man who had just spoken there didn't believe it when he heard his arrogant tone. He was determined to punish this arrogant old fortune teller. So he took a step forward and squeezed into the center of the crowd:
"How much money do you need to calculate a fortune? Give me a fortune!"
"Haha." The fortune teller pinched his beard, closed his eyes and smiled, "Xiao Ke's collection of money is related to the happiness, misfortune and wealth of the person in front of him. If it is calculated that this person will be rich and powerful in the future, even if he can't take out the money now, Xiao Ke
But he also needs to pledge something valuable; if this person is expected to be in trouble in the future, then even if he is rich today, Xiao Ke is not willing to accept an extra penny."
"Hey!" Hearing that he was so particular, the crowd of onlookers became even more enthusiastic and encouraged the young man, "Let him tell you your fortune quickly, so that everyone can open their eyes together!"
The young man was also interested. In addition, he was well-dressed and looked like a man from a well-off family who was not short of money. When he heard that the fortune teller was so solemn, he immediately became curious and took out a heavy purse from his arms.
Come, put it in your hands and weigh it: "Old man, just take a look! Just ask for how much silver you want!"
After that, he untied his purse and poured all the white silver coins on the ground.
There were many poor businessmen coming and going. When they saw so much money, they were so shocked that their eyes widened. Unexpectedly, the fortune teller just shook his head and slowly opened his eyes——
His cloudy eyes glanced at the young man for a moment, then he immediately lowered his head again and closed his eyes.
"That's it?" Seeing the fortune teller's eyes drifting for a moment, he closed his eyes again without even carefully observing the person's face. There was a sound of dispersing in the crowd. Only the young man did not give up and asked.
: "Old man, look at my life, how much money can you collect?"
The fortune teller didn't answer, he bent down and groped among the silver coins on the floor, and picked up a copper coin.
Then he leaned close to the young man's ear and whispered something. As soon as the young man heard this, his expression immediately changed. He stayed there for a long time in a daze, then lowered his head, turned around and walked away. He even sprinkled the ground.
He didn't want to pick up the snowflakes and silver, so he disappeared into the crowd without looking back.
The crowd had dispersed long ago, but the fortune teller was still chattering, but no one paid any attention to it. Qingqing looked strange on the boat, and turned to ask the master: "This fortune telling method seems to be very different from the wizards everywhere.
.Master, did you hear what this man said just now?"
Ziqin nodded: "He probably said, 'Seeing that you have the intention to repent, I'll give you a copper coin. If you continue to gamble and don't know how to restrain yourself, you will lose your family and fortune,' or something like that."
"So, that person who left just now really has a gambling habit?"
"Maybe. Judging from his appearance, he is probably a fortune teller who has guessed very well."