Chapter 28 Piano and Xiao Ensemble

The fifteenth moon is sixteen round. Rong Hui looked at the bright moon in front of the window, hidden magic skills, removing blood stasis and promoting blood circulation. The chicken crowed three times, and the next morning. When I opened my eyes, the swelling and pain had disappeared, but the two rows of tooth marks were branded into the meat, which was difficult to eliminate.

The autumn wind is cool, and the clothes and trousers are dry. He dressed and washed again and had breakfast with Xiaoxuan. Seeing the driver hiring a carriage, he simply continued to go west.

In the sunrise mountain forest, there is a bluestone post road in the forest. The wheels are rolling on the road, and the horses are galloping west. The horse's hoof hit the ground, ringing four times in a row, which made the carriage more calm. The sound of the piano in the car is like a mountain stream, with twists and turns. String music is glom, like a bright moon in the sky, shining thousands of miles. It was Xiaoxuan's knee-toed Yaoqin, waving five strings. She sat leaning against the window, looking calm and quiet in the morning sun.

After playing a song, Rong Hui stroked his palm and praised: "It sounds good and comfortable!"

No more delicious dishes can be made for diners to eat comfortably. No matter how beautiful people are, they are more comfortable to look at. No matter how beautiful the song is, it is more comfortable to listen to. Although these five words are simple, no one can say them, and no one doesn't like to hear them, because they are straight to people's hearts.

Xiaoxuan was happy from her heart to the corners of her eyes, with a bright smile and a bright breeze. But I couldn't help being modest: "This lyre is just ordinary goods, and I can only peep at the doorway. There are also eleven-string and thirteen-string guzheng that are more difficult to play. It is said that the women in the music workshop played 23-stringed guzheng. It is said that 'the lingering sound is endless for three days', and there is no place to go wrong. If you can play a good flute, won't it be pleasant for us to go boating to the lake and play the piano and flute together!"

Rong Hui didn't agree: "This string is loud, the sound quality is round, and it is also a good piano. And the so-called guqin sound is hoarse and unpleasant, and it plays like mourning. How can those dead things dug out of the graves get a good tune? Suddenly, I had an idea and remembered one thing: "Brother Yan really taught me a few flute songs. At that time, I was still young and only remembered the fingering method, but I was not strong enough to blow that heavy charm. I don't know if I can do it now."

Xiao Xuan raised her eyebrows with joy and asked her with a smile, "Really? When you wait in Fucheng, buy another Dong Xiao, you and I play the piano and flute. Listen to me play another song!" As soon as the words fell, the sound of the piano rose again, and the tune was three minutes more cheerful.

The two changed horses for 70 miles, and 400 miles arrived in the morning and evening. This journey of fairy music fluttered. After noon, there were good fields and mulberry forests beside the road. The fields are boundless, and the fragrance of rice is overflowing. The village is staggered, and the end is a paradise. The number of pedestrians gradually increased, and finally arrived at a post at dusk.

The post station is only a few hundred steps away from the city gate, with shops crisscrossed by the road and a stream of pedestrians. On the road, mules and horses are hissing and cars are driving back and forth. The voice is boiling, and it is the scenery of the big city. Rong Hui saw it in his eyes, was happy in his heart, and recited Yaoqin diagonally. Xiaoxuan paid for the car and took him straight to the east gate.

The city is two miles wide, with high walls and wide trenches. There is a suspension bridge on the ditch, and there are seven pairs of armored men standing at the bridge. One by one, the military looked solemn, straightened his chest and crossed the knife, which made people's hearts and hair tight. Others bowed their heads and quickly walked into the city, but Xiaoxuan seemed to walk leisurely. She looked cold, leisurely, and very noblely dressed, so she saw a group of armored men bow their heads. Everyone saw Rong Hui carrying Yaoqin on their back, and they even decided that she was the young lady of the general's mansion.

There are many shops in the city, and the streets are well-organ. Pedestrians on the street shouted. Rong Hui saw everything fresh and casually counted down the gate building on the street: "Cloud guest building, clouds come and clouds gather and disperse, passers-by meet guests, good couplet!" Babaozhai, Wuling jade, silk and purple stone, green clouds and green, wonderful! Wonderful!" Xiangmingju, warm wind, fog and rain draw a few branches, Xianghaiming reef boat a leaf, good sentence! Good sentence!" ...Look around and enjoy it.

Although Xiaoxuan often comes to the capital, he has many reasons. Crossing the streets and alleys, like watching flowers, have never done much linger. Today is different from the past, just follow the sound and look at the fireworks in the world.

Rong Hui saw a green painted gate tower with big red lanterns, and several girls were leaning against the door and laughing. One by one, his eyes were enchanting, and his heart was numb. He couldn't help taking a breath and muttered, "Fiaoxiangyuan, only true heroes can come here. It's a romantic and famous person..." Before the words fell, his arm tingled, and he was severely pinched by Xiaoxuan.

Rong Hui felt ashamed and walked quickly by. Xiaoxuan followed closely, saw a shop with a glass door, and muttered, "Green and silver building, forged silver silk hooked blue painting, alchemy casting table Danxin." When she was about to walk away, she saw Xiaoxuan stop at the door. She was shocked and asked her, "Do you want to buy jewelry?"

Xiao Xuan gave him a white look, pointed to the door tower and said, "Go in first and have a look!"

The silver building specializes in gold and silver jewelry. It's almost dusk, and only two guys are talking in the hall. They are all wearing Kess vests and cocoon silk. The scarf tied his hair and described it as handsome, which is even more expensive than the prince of a rich family.

Xiao Xuan turned the screen, threw a jade seal directly, and said, "Look at this!"

A young man catches it with both hands and gives it to his companion. The two looked at each other and nodded, and the clerk smiled and said, "This object is too expensive. Please ask the shopkeeper to look at it and ask the girl to wait a moment!" With that, he turned around the counter and went upstairs to ask the shopkeeper.

Another clerk invited the two of them to drink tea in the elegant room. Xiaoxuan's eyes drooped and picked up the tea and scraped the floating leaves. The porcelain is light and banged. Rong Hui was secretly surprised: "Is this going to teach people a lesson?" So he looked down with a gloomy face and looked on coldly.

His carved beams and painted buildings are paved with brown plates. The front and rear bamboo windows are open, the bead curtains in front of them are hanging low, and there is only a set of mahogany tables and stools in the middle, which is the elegant seat for distinguished guests. There is a red carpet outside the curtain, and there is a "Fu" gauze screen at the end of the red carpet. There is also a four-foot counter behind the red carpet, with shelves with gold and silver utensils on the table. The patterns are fine and the color is bright. Obviously, they have just been released.

After a while, his footsteps stepped on the ground, thong softly, and turned out an old man in response. He wears a square scarf and a crane, which is the shopkeeper. Rong Hui saw that his forehead was bright, shining, his breathing was gentle, and there was no gap. He was still a master of his family, so he couldn't help but be vigilant.

The old shopkeeper quickly stepped forward, opened the curtain, and bowed his hand to Xiaoxuan: "I've seen Miss Chu!" The two guys looked at each other, bowed to Xiaoxuan, and retreated together.

Xiaoxuan stared down and spit out a word: " Sit down!"

The old shopkeeper bowed and sat down, holding the jade seal in his hands, and half sat in place. Xiaoxuan asked him directly, "How's business recently!"

Long Hui suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is also an industry on the mountain." But seeing the old shopkeeper's face bitter, he shook his head and sighed: "It's hard, it's getting harder day by day..."

Without saying that, Xiaoxuan has said for him, "So you raised a child, scraped the land, and are ready to start your own business?" The voice was cold, and the time just fell on the heart of the old shopkeeper, like thunder.

When Rong Hui was in the car, he heard that he had recently come out to help the gangsters and replace the superior fields with other fields, which pitted a lot of good people. At present, it suddenly clears: "So he did it!" If the disciples of Taixuguan are successful in cultivation, they can start a new stove. Not only can you open a darts game and a martial arts school with the signboard of the mountain gate. You can also open a store and do business with the popularity of the past. When a disciple is in trouble, he can go out of the mountain gate, but he is never allowed to help or disturb the public security, otherwise martial arts will be abolished.

The old shopkeeper was shocked, his knees were soft, and he knelt straight to the table and kowtowed like garlic: "The girl misunderstood, but it's really difficult to do business recently. Every three or five, someone comes to smash the scene. If we don't care about us on the mountain, we have to live!"

Xiaoxuan picked up the tea cup and whispered, "I'm tired. Go ahead!" The voice is long and tired.

The old shopkeeper was shocked and got up and retreated. Xiaoxuan stood up and took the letter and went straight out of the store. Rong Hui then followed and went to the inn together.

Sunset in the western corner, and the night market is new. The main street is noisy and brightly lit. The two walked through another section and saw a big pot and three low tables on the corner of the street, which were stalls selling fire. Although simple, it is very clean. Seeing that the stall owner was a middle-aged couple, they couldn't help smiling at each other. The two sat at the table and asked for a bowl of hot and sour soup and a basket of hot soup. But I haven't had enough to eat, so I found an inn nearby and prepared to come back early tomorrow.

The next morning, the two went out one after another, and Xiaoxuan decided to take a boat to Beijing. Rong Hui went to ask his shopmate and learned that there would be a sailing ship tomorrow morning. He could still wander around the city for a day, and it was too early to go to eat fire.

The autumn wind is bleak, the white fog is cloudy, and a bowl of hot soup warms the heart. The two of them were satisfied and continued to walk around and unconsciously walked to a secluded alley. Rong Hui saw a couplet hanging under a porch and casually said, "Light Jiaoxuan, a Taiwanese businesswoman in the palace, chanting the sound of dancing feathers into immortals. It's wonderful!" He also said to Xiaoxuan, "Come and see!"

Xiaoxuan has walked to the front and only heard the word "businesswoman" and thought it was a "secret door". She stared at Rong Hui, but saw that Shi was unmoved by him, so she had to read the couplet again and suddenly realized: "I can't think that this is actually a musical instrument shop. It was written so cleverly, which made me misunderstand. Let's go first and have a look first! " Rong Hui laughed and entered the hospital together.

There are two corridors beside the courtyard wall. There are green bamboos in front of the corridor, a bluestone path in the bamboo forest, and a two-story small building is built at the end. The two walked on the stone path and heard the knife cutting bamboo. There was a crackling sound, and they were even more curious. Quickly walk through the bamboo forest and go straight into the main hall on the first floor.

There are four Bogu racks in the hall, which are scattered with orchestral instruments, which is very messy. There is an old man in blue sitting in the pile of musical instruments. He is sitting on the horse and cutting bamboo with a knife. The old man felt that someone came in, just looked up and casually said, "Whatever you want, you can take whatever you like." You're welcome, and it's not nonsense.

Rong Hui saw that his beard was white, and he was obviously old. But he looked cold and arrogant, focused, and became a different demeanor, so he said "thank you" and played musical instruments everywhere. Xiaoxuan saw that the room was messy. After picking it up, she naturally placed it neatly and checked it.

Rong Hui picked a purple bamboo hole flute and was about to blow it. Suddenly, he heard the old man say, "Young people have good eyesight, but if they don't have enough strength, I'm afraid it's something strange!" The tone is gentle and contemptuous.

Rong Hui was stunned, hesitated for a moment, or decided to have a try.

The flute sounded, and the macro sound resonated, sometimes gentle and low, sometimes high and tragic, and the delicate place is like a stream gurgling and empty valley flowing. When it is rough, it is like the east of the river, and it is overwhelming. When it is low, it is like a dragon lying in the deep sea, roaring in a low voice. The high place is like a phoenix dancing for nine days, roaring and roaring.

The sound was few. After playing a song, Rong Hui opened his eyes and saw Xiaoxuan blinking and smiling, with praise in his eyes, playful and cute. The old man with white beard covered his ears with his hands, like sitting on a needle felt, sweating from his forehead and shistered down.

When he saw Rong Hui stop, he let go of his hands and exclaimed, "The prince's internal strength is not bad. I admire him very much!" The voice trembled, like waking up from a nightmare.

Rong Hui held the flute in one hand and thanked him: "The old gentleman is flattered." Xiaoxuan was suspicious and looked at the old man quietly.

The old man asked again, "Was the prince really angry just now?"

Rong Hui nodded and said, "You always say that I don't have enough strength. Of course I have to do my best!"

If the old man was granted amnesty, he raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, took a breath, and said slowly, "The internal strength of the two is deep, and naturally there is no harm. If you listen to the sound of the flute, if you listen to the sound of the flute, you will be confused, and if you are heavy, you can't roll your own blood. The more he said, the more afraid he became, and he wiped his sweat on his forehead.

Rong Hui was stunned and asked, "Oh? What else is there to pay attention to?"

The old man meditated slightly and asked him, "What you just played, but it's 'Drunken Sword Dance'. Few people know this song in the world. I don't know where the prince learned it."

"The old man is just wordy, and he has to ask the origin of a song to show how much you know!" Rong Hui couldn't help slandering and simply said, "This is taught by an old gentleman. Is there anything particular about it?"

The old man is like several treasures: "This song is said to have been created by a madman ten years ago. After his name fell to Sun Mountain, he bought drunken songs in the mountains, dancing swords and singing and bonfires. This is what I did when I realized something. Although this song is widely spread among literati, few people in the world know about it. The old man just heard the prince play like a dragon and a tiger roar, but he lost a lot of frustrated, which is extremely inconsistent with the artistic conception of this song. I think the prince doesn't know the origin of this song.

"It's really talkaty! It's none of your business whether I know it or not. You are too vain. Seeing that your internal strength is not as good as mine, you show off your knowledge here!" Rong Hui couldn't help slandering. After listening to it for a long time, he didn't know what he was going to say, so he had to laugh and respond: "The old gentleman said yes, how much is this Xiao?" I'm very impatient.

The old man smiled and then said, "There is a gift here. I would like to give it to you two, but I don't know if you are willing to receive it."

"You old man, you sold it for a long time, so you wanted to send me something!" Rong Hui laughed in his heart and asked, "What kind of baby!"

The old man smiled softly: "It's a self-created score. Please speak upstairs!" With that, he put down the knife and led the two upstairs.

The second floor is still three rooms in size. The entrance of the stairs is facing the middle hall. There is a shelf in the hall, on which Chen also lists various musical instruments. The four bamboo windows are opposite each other, with a square table in the middle. The old man sat at the table, poured a large bowl of tea for the two of them, and then retrieved a brocade book in the study before introducing himself: "The old man's surname is Le, and he has loved to play these silk bamboo orchestras since he was a child. After decades, there is only one's own taste of joy. With these decades, I have also figured out a set of piano and flute music. I want to give it to the two bosom friends. I just hope that the two little friends can practice the back cabin to listen to the old man!" With that, he launched the brocade book.

Rong Hui gently unfolded the book and looked at it. He couldn't help frowning and pushing it to Xiaoxuan. Xiaoxuan looked carefully and saw that the treble was extremely high and the bass was extremely low. He could not play at all, and he couldn't help frowning. After a moment of transportation, he nodded and agreed: "This is indeed a set of piano and flute music, but how can this treble bass be played?"

"The sound is thick, and the most important thing is resonance. The sound of the piano is tortuous, and it is important to sing. If you can control the vibration, even if it is a hole and a string, you can also play the wonderful sound of the world. Mr. Le shook his head and sighed: "That being said, it's a pity that if it's not for the deep internal skills and luck, you can't play. It is true that this is a set of music scores, and it can also be said to be a set of martial arts. The prince has tried it. If he is lucky, it can also be fascinating and hurt invisible. If it is matched with the corresponding gas method and rhythm, the power can be doubled. Unfortunately, the old man's cultivation is limited, and he can't study such a profound internal skill.

When he said this, his face was even more bitter. He shook his head and said slowly, "If he hadn't met two little friends, would it not have been worth participating in research for decades?"

Xiaoxuan suddenly realized something, submerged magic skills, raised his fingers to gather energy. The orchestra in the room was stimulated by her momentum, trembling slightly and singing in unison. In one place, there was a sound of muffled thunder, and Mr. Dele was in a cold sweat.

Rong Hui immediately understood and happily praised: "I admire what you have learned."

Mr. Le was relieved and then said, "The prince is flattered. Although the creation is mysterious, it also needs to be controlled by two such strange people. In terms of internal cultivation, according to what the old man can see, there are no more than two or three right people in Chen's country. If you sweep with vigor and break the vegetation within a few feet, it will never be a problem. If it is matched with the old and creative guidance, it will pull out the strings. The sound of the string is no worse than the sword spirit.

Xiaoxuan smiled and nodded, and Rong Hui thanked him: "Thank you for your gift, we will definitely study carefully and live up to high expectations." The three talked about their rhythmic skills again, which was more opinative. It was noon when the old man gave him a few more music scores and personally sent them out of Qingjiaoxuan. Autumn is high and refreshing, whispering and laughing, mixed into one breath, and spreading farther and farther.