Five days have passed since the end of the conference. In an attic on the top of Naxue Peak, the trees are lush and the exotic flowers are shining. A clear stream flows from the depths of the flowers and trees, twists and turns under the stone gaps, and flows into the white jade guardrail.
In the pool water.
On a hill not far away, there was a guqin placed on a hollow rosewood wooden stand. Next to the guqin, a man in white was sitting, his slender fingers carelessly plucking the seven strings on the instrument.
The voice is as melodious as the sounds of nature, giving people a cold and fairy-like feeling.
The young man in green shirt next to him listened carefully. The sound of the piano rose and fell. Lin Zixuan's consciousness also moved with the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano seemed to take him to the battlefield in the desert, where countless monks fought for their respective countries.
, roaring to the sky, endlessly heroic, and the sound of the piano brought him to the woman in the green gauze tent. The woman cried so hard that her sorrowful cries made people confused. Suddenly, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and a series of noisy sounds were mixed together.
The rhythm of his soul brought him back to reality.
"Have you finished listening?" The man in white said calmly.
"Yeah." Lin Zixuan nodded.
"Can you play?" the man in white asked again.
Lin Zixuan shook his head, and the man in white glanced over, looking at the guqin with his eyes, as if looking at the woman he loved most, and said: "I will only teach it once."
After speaking, he slowly introduced: "This is an imitation of Fuxi Qin, three feet, six inches and five inches long. It is made of Tiantong wood from the Yunhua Mountain."
Then, he gently touched both sides and said: "The body of the piano is similar to the body of a phoenix, with a head, neck, shoulders, waist, tail, feet, and seven strings, palace, shang, horn, levy, feather, and text.
Wu."
The man in white stood up the whole piano and exposed the bottom. Lin Zixuan Dingqing took a look and saw that there were two grooves. The man in white pointed at the two grooves and said: "This is the sound groove. The larger one in the middle is called "Longchi".
The smaller one at the end is called the "Phoenix Marsh", and there are two corresponding hidden grooves in the sound groove to focus the sound."
After the man in white finished speaking, he stared at Lin Zixuan and said seriously: "This is the structure of the qin, and the qin has three timbres: overtone, scattered tone and fretted tone. The overtone is the heaven, the loose tone is the earth, and the fretted tone is the human being, which symbolizes heaven and earth.
, the harmony of people, each scale has a different feeling when played, I will only demonstrate it once, you can watch it. "
The man in white plucked the piano quickly with his fingers, and the sound of the piano was deep and distant, making people think of ancient times, "This is the scattered sound."
Then, as the fingering rotates, the tone gradually changes and opens up, clear and melodious, making people feel cold and sad, "This is the overtone."
Suddenly, his fingers beat irregularly, and the tone became richer, sometimes like human speech, capable of conversation, sometimes like the mood of people's hearts, vague and changeable, "This is the pressing sound."
"Do you remember what I did with my fingers just now?" the man in white asked.
Lin Zixuan nodded, a practitioner's memory ability is extremely powerful.
"All ancient music is based on these three tones. Under different artistic conceptions, with the help of different guqin, and driven by the elements of sound and the power of the soul, a small one can penetrate mountains and crack rocks, and a large one can control thousands of living beings."
"Sound is everywhere, including the chirping of birds, the murmuring of water, human words, etc. In the remaining five days, my requirements are not high. Your sound element must reach the level of exploration. Otherwise, after breaking through the blood spirit, you will
No longer my apprentice."
The sound floated in the air, and a piece of piano music was placed casually on the bluestone. The man in white passed by like the wind, leaving only a wooden bench, a piano stand and a guqin.
Lin Zixuan stared blankly, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Five days, the element of sound, the exploration stage, is this the entry test? It's too difficult for me." He was about to cry but had no tears, and silently walked to the piano...
Somewhere in Tianyuan College, in the ancient and mysterious canyon in the forest, an old woman sat cross-legged under a towering ancient tree. Under her body, there were many small green fruits growing on the ground roots that were crisscrossed like dragons. Next to her, there was a tree.
The woman stood respectfully behind the old woman, looking at ease.
"Xinghui, you and I are destined to be masters and disciples. Five days later, when you step into the pond and enter the spirit, I will give you a blessing as a master."
After the old woman finished speaking, green light emitted from the turbid old eyes, shooting towards many small fruits like lightning. The small fruits exploded like mist, forming a rich breath of life.
"Ning!" the old woman shouted.
The breath of life that filled the air crazily gathered into a green ancient rune and rushed into Lin Xinghui's body. Lin Xinghui was startled and felt extremely comfortable. She felt that the breath of life was continuously dissipating somewhere in her body, even though she was feeling
Even if you are seriously injured, you can recover instantly.
The old woman smiled and said: "This is the brand of wood. It can help you realize the element of wood after breaking through the blood spiritual realm."
Lin Xinghui was like a lightning strike. The old woman's understatement was actually an extremely heavy gift. After entering the blood spirit realm, she could no longer sense elements, and this gave her a second chance. In the future, she would have one more element.
It was just one more chance to save her life, so she immediately knelt down and thanked...
At the same time, in a cave, a young man in bright clothes was following a middle-aged man. He babbled a bunch of words, but the middle-aged man didn't change his expression and ignored him at all.
Finally, it seemed that he couldn't bear it any longer, and a powerful breath burst out, knocking him to the ground. Then, earth-shattering shouts came from the cave, "Smoke is like a sea, this elder doesn't have a quick fix for the space element. I just have something."
Dabble, even if you are a five-element spirit body, but you want to realize the space element in five days, it is still wishful thinking!!"
The gorgeous young man was silent. If he thought about it carefully, it seemed to make no sense...
Beside Xuefeng Hill, Lin Zixuan kept playing with the strings. In the past three days, he had roughly figured out the three notes of Pan, San and Pressed, and could even play them fluently, but he had no idea about the elements of the sound.
No clues at all.
He looked at the music score on the bluestone. It was only three pages, but he still couldn't eject it.
"He Ming Jiugao, who composed this music? It's so hard to understand. I wonder if that weirdo spread it?" Lin Zixuan muttered.
What is recorded on it is just some simple syllables, but the fingering requirements are extremely high. It requires both hands to play the strings hundreds of times at the same time. Moreover, there is no pattern, which is basically impossible.
"The teacher said that we need to play with the power of the soul?" Lin Zixuan's thoughts surged, and he exclaimed: "By the way, isn't the soul just a pair of invisible hands? Then, I can play with all four hands at once, and this He Ming Jiugao
It can pop up."
Lin Zixuan's eyes were firm, and the power of his soul seeped out, covering the entire piano stand. Now, his soul was far beyond ordinary people, and his perception was extremely sharp. Even the buzzing of mosquitoes and the movement of grass could not escape his ears.
"clang!"
He plucked a string, and then his fingertips moved faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became more and more urgent. Under the perception of the soul, he could clearly hear every syllable, and at the same time, time seemed to stand still.
, seems to be waiting for him to drop his finger.
"When I was young, I listened to the harp and listened to its sound..."
At this moment, Lin Zixuan closed his eyes and saw an old man with pale face and white hair sitting next to the piano. The sound of the piano was tinkling, and the rhythm was natural. When his fingers fell on the strings, the sound of the piano was like a complaint. It was the desolation after a thousand sails, and again
It was to remember the ambitions of his youth. At this time, Lin Zixuan's mind became clear, as if he was in the ocean of music, absorbing all the waves and grandeur, and listening to the true meaning of music.
When the song ended and everyone dispersed, Lin Zixuan woke up. He felt a strange wave rising and falling in his heart, which was the state of affinity with the elements of sound. At the same time, he understood clearly and looked up.
The crane cries in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the sky. (To be continued)