Mahaloga made a fast-paced music without hesitation.
Yan Yan knew as soon as he heard it, it was the song Mahaloga listened to Chen Zhen when he was in the woods during the day.
Yan Yan thought about it and asked again: "Is this Chen Zhen's past?"
"Hongzheng——"
Now Yan Yan has fully understood it, and the monoscopic meaning of "Kongzheng" is to agree.
Yan Yan rubbed his hands excitedly and continued to ask: "Does your just-playing mean that I can go back to his past through this song?"
"Ningying--"
This time, Mahaloga made two completely different voices from before.
Because her mother had learned the guqin, Yan Yan was also a little bit of a guqin influenced by her mother. She knew that the sound of the hand was based on the guqin.
The "press, disperse, overtone" in the fingering method of the guqin is also called the three notes of "heaven, earth, and man".
Among them, the pressing sound is also called "human voice". Especially the hand sound, it is like a human voice whispering in the performance, and it is gentle and agile.
So, although there are only two simple syllables this time, Yan Yan easily understood it.
What Mahaloga said was: "No."
Yan Yan is quite depressed.
If you can't do it, what do you mean when you suddenly play the piano and call me?
Are you having fun?
Just as Yan Yan was struggling to figure out what Mahaloka wanted to express to him, the guqin strings in front of him began to tune themselves again.
This time the song played by Mahaloga is gentle, light, short and graceful.
Yan Yan could hear it immediately.
"It's "Ru Meng Ling"!"
Yan Yan suddenly felt an unspeakable surprise in his heart, and he was a little surprised.
She once played "Ru Meng Ling" in the Sumeru realm.
This guqin music is a guqin music she learned when she was on Lanxing.
When she taught the fingering of the guqin to the guqin, she couldn't stand the twists and turns of the guqin students after class. She once played a guqin song with a bright rhythm for them.
What she played at that time was Ru Mengling.
At that time, Mahaloga was just a spiritual soldier with no perception at all, lying quietly on her arm in the form of armbands.
But she didn't expect that although Mahaloga became a spirit soldier, she still remembered the song she played without any fault and could play it perfectly.
Yan Yan felt that this was very likely because he was the god of Siyin in his previous life, and his talent for music has been preserved.
Sure enough, the gods who have already attained enlightenment are different from ordinary beings. No matter what form they change, their talents imprinted in their genes seem to never disappear.
Hey?
Listening to Mahaloga playing "Ru Meng Ling" Yan Yan suddenly had another guess.
Why did Mahaloga turn into a guqin?
According to Mahaloga's ability, it is entirely possible to transform into all musical instruments, such as flutes, flutes, guzhengs...
But it turned out to be a guqin!
"Did you turn into a guqin because I have played the guqin?" Yan Yan couldn't help but blurt out.
"Hongzheng——"
Yan Yan smiled gently and gently stroked the strings with her fingers.
Although the tentacles only have a cold metal texture, Yan Yan has already heard its longing for herself from Mahaloga's simple response.
Not only did she hope that Mahaloka would cultivate the spirit of the weapon soon, but it also wanted to meet her again soon.
It seemed as if she felt Yan Yan's feelings for herself. When her fingers gently pressed the strings, the strings trembled lightly at the same time, and through Yan Yan's hand, they made a gentle and ethereal sound.
Just like the wind, the bellflower that blows through the wilderness.
"Lingling Ding..."
As soon as Yan Yan's hand left the strings, the sound of the string sounded again, but it was still the song "Ru Meng Ling" just now
Yan Yan frowned slightly.
Mahaloga cannot speak. It must be because it plays the song "Ru Meng Ling" repeatedly. What does it want to express through this song?
Yan Yan closed her eyes, her mood gradually calmed down, and she tried to sink her spiritual consciousness into the elegant and light piano music...
Always remember the sunset on the stream pavilion,
Intoxicated and don’t know the way back.
I am so happy that I will return to the boat late...
This poem is brisk and gentle. The young female poet is looking for the way to go when she is unable to return. She wanders around the loft embankment, as if she is trance-like like a dream...
Like a dream...
Like a dream!
He opened his eyes suddenly, Yan Yan's beautiful eyes shining brightly: "Are you letting me enter Chen Zhen's dream?"
"Hongzheng——"
Mahaloga responded immediately.
Yan Yan was happy, but then smiled helplessly: "But my current space power cannot enter Chen Zhen's dream."
"Ding, Ling—"
Mahaloga made two clear and melodious sounds of walking again.
Then, it no longer waited for Yan Yan to understand the meaning of the piano, so it began to continue playing the song.
This time, it played the song Chen Zhen that he played during the day in the mist and wilderness.
Although Yan Yan didn't understand what Mahaloga was going to do, she understood that it was helping herself.
So Yan Yan stopped thinking about anything else and focused on listening to the piano music.
Mahaloga did not issue any other syllables, but only played this song over and over again...
Unconsciously, Yan Yan sank all her spiritual sense into the piano music. I wonder if she was too focused, but she began to experience emotional ups and downs as the rhythm of the song...
At this moment, Yan Yan's eyes were filled with a slight opening, as if he slowly opened an old book, one of which recorded a person's life journey...
Yan Yan listened to the gentle rhythm in her ears, and her eyes swept through the ancient and simple words line by line. It felt like those words, and with the rhythm in her ears, she brought her back to the experiences she had experienced, as if carved on old rice paper
The yellowing time on it...
Yan Yan closed her eyes and touched the words with her spiritual sense. Gradually, light golden light began to surround her body. She raised her hand and gently tucked the first string with her fair and slender fingertips...
It was like a musical score that had been skilled in the heart. Yan Yan's fingers were moving between the seven strings like a firefly butterfly flying. According to the subtractive score seen by his spiritual consciousness, he skillfully played Chen Zhen's ancient song.
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What she didn't know was that just as she completely sank her spiritual sense into the area, Mahaloga, who was hanging in front of her, had already stopped playing.
Yan Yan closed her eyes slightly, but her fingers kept flexing the strings.
In front of her closed eyes, she could clearly see the Yinqin in front of her, and the slightest piano score in front of her, which was transformed from Chen Zhen's life.
As the sound of the piano was played over and over again, the golden spiritual energy covering Yan Yan's body became more and more grand, and it had completely enveloped each person and the piano.
When the golden light began to grow, the entire piano body began to tremble slightly, as if it was not under its own control.
However, Yan Yan's rhythm of stroking the strings was never disturbed.
Suddenly, a pair of closed snake eyes suddenly opened on the surface of the guqin.