Chapter 9 The Pianist's Fog Sky

The sudden voice shocked Xia. You know, with your own ears, you can catch it even if the wind blows 100 meters away, but this sound is obviously not far away, which has to surprise Xia.

"Who are you?"

"Ha ha, don't be nervous, little guy. I'm not malicious. I just want to talk to you." The old man's voice sounded quite gentle, so that he didn't mean to refuse.

"Oh, but you haven't told me who you are yet?" Although Jiang Xia did not refuse, he already had a guard in his heart.

The old man was slightly stunned and said with a faint smile, "My name is Wu Tian. I'm 75 years old this year. I'm a pianist. I'm from Yanjing. Ha ha, this detail shows my sincerity!"

"It turned out to be a grandpa! Well, my name is General Xia. I'm ten years old today. I'm a second-class martial artist, and my home is behind me. A trace of pride flashed on Xia's face.

"Hehe, second-level martial arts, good, good, compared with the children of those big families." There was a trace of admiration in the foggy eyes.

Children don't understand modesty, and then grinned, "That's right, grandpa, you said you're from Yanjing and you're a pianist, so your status must be very noble?"

"I dare not be noble. You just need to treat me as an ordinary person."

"Oh, what do you want to talk to me about?" "Looking" at Xia Wushen's gray-white pupils directly in front of him.

Wu Tian raised his eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction, "Jiang Xia, it's like this. I've seen the scene of you fighting with that group of children today. I think you are gifted and have excellent ears. If you can cultivate yourself well, you will definitely become a great pianist in the future."

"The great pianist?" Jiang Xia was shocked.

"Yes, as long as you agree, I am willing to teach you what I have learned in my life." The fog said solemnly.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Xia listened confusedly and quickly interrupted, "Grandpa, you have seen my appearance. You can't see anything in your eyes. Even if you haven't seen Qin Chang, such a noble pianist should find a normal person."

A trace of pain flashed in the fog's eyes, and he sighed helplessly, "I think I'm seventy-five this year, and half of my body has been unearthed. I can't find a suitable descendant with piano skills. I think it's God's arrangement to meet you today, okay! Since you don't want to, I won't bother you."

After saying that, he turned around and left. He was already kind-hearted. Hearing the other party's suffering, he felt uncomfortable. "Grandpa, if you think I'm blind, I'm happy to learn to play the piano from you."

"Really?" The foggy day suddenly rejoiced and quickly turned around.

"Hmm!" Jiang Xia nodded seriously and planned to do it. Whether he could become a pianist or not, it was good to give a little comfort to this desolate old man.

"All right, all right, good boy, you go back first and wait for me here at this time tomorrow night." The old man's voice was a little excited.

Xia had no choice but to make a small face, "Grandpa, why don't you teach me today!" I'm not sleepy at all tonight."

"Ha ha, okay." The old man looked around and then said, "Son, it will alarm your parents here. If you are not afraid, how about going to the ruined temple at the end of the village with me?"

"Well, okay!" I also know that broken temple, and I have played there with Mengyu before.

The old man was more and more satisfied, leading Xia to the direction of the broken face at the head of the village.

About a moment, Jianxia found herself walking into a large room. The smell of erosion filled the air, and she couldn't help frowning, but based on this, she knew that this was indeed a broken temple at the end of the village.

"Child, come on." Wu Tian picked up Jianxia and put him on the table in front of the stone statue in the temple and sat down.

"Grandpa, you can start teaching me. I have to rush back before dawn." Jiang Xia felt as if she was completing the task and left early.

Wutian saw through Jianxia's thoughts at a glance and shook his head, "Son, it seems that you didn't learn from me because you like playing the piano!"

"Well, this." Jiang Xia is a little hesitant.

Wutian didn't raise his eyelids and asked softly, "Can you tell me what you think of Qin Yi first?"

Xia fell into meditation, and then his heart lit up. He said to Xie Xuan, "The pianist is a chicken rib. Although he is noble, it is difficult to resist the warrior's fast knife."

"Who told you this?" Wu Tian's face was a little low, and his tone was quite unhappy.

"Isn't that what my father said?" Jiang Xia is a little confused.

"Well, it's superficial, it's simply superficial." Wu Tian cursed coldly, and suddenly he moved gently with one hand. A sharp sound of the piano scared Xia up, and then only heard "bang!" There was a loud noise, as if something heavy fell to the ground.

"Old, grandpa, what's missing?"

"The head of the stone statue." He said angrily on a foggy day.

"Stone, the head of the stone statue?" Xia Jing's "eyes" were stunned and said incoherently, "I, I heard Meng Yu say that the head of the stone statue is half a meter thick!" You, did you just cut it off with a harp?

"Yes, I'll help you get to know the piano art again now. You have to remember that the pianist is not only the best artist in the world, but also the most elegant martial artist." The fog said very seriously.

Jianxia suddenly became interested, "The most elegant martial artist?"

"The so-called most elegant martial artists are because the pianists can kill people with the sound of the piano, and some more powerful pianists can even destroy the mountains and rivers." Deep fanaticism gushed out of the foggy sky's eyes.

"Is the pianist so powerful?" Whatever is linked to power and martial arts, General Xia will be energetic, "Grandpa, tell me about it carefully! I will study it carefully.

Wutian's face finally calmed down. I'm afraid that I was already angry. I sighed gently, and then said, "The pianist is divided into nine levels, and the first to third levels are the pianist. This kind of pianist is just like what your father said, noble but can't match the warrior's fast knife. The next four to six levels are the great pianists. This kind of pianist is naturally noble and has strong combat effectiveness. With his powerful piano skills, he can kill people invisibly. Further down, there are seven or eight levels. This is the Tianqin Master, which is an absolute strong man. If you want to become a Tianqin Master, you must have your own strength above the King of Wu.

"Why?" Disturb Xia's head, remember it carefully, and try to fully understand it.

"Because if you want to become a zither master, you must have a strong force as a backing, and only the power above the level of the king of martial arts can supply the consumption of the zither master. However, you also know that not all people can become a pianist. Even if a martial emperor or even a martial arts master has no talent, he can't play a good piano. "

Xia nodded as if he didn't understand, and then asked, "Where's another ninth-order pianist?" What is that?"

Wu Tian's face turned red with excitement. "There is another one called the divine piano master, which is also the highest level of the piano master. So far, there has been only one divine piano master in the world."

"Who is it?"

"Shennong, this is still a figure thousands of years ago, especially his two treasures, Shennong and Shennong lyre, which are the crazy treasures of countless pianists." On the foggy day, the chest fluctuated up and down, and the breathing was quite short.

The rise of the foggy day, but the summer is in the clouds, and he also has a general understanding of the pianist, "Grandpa, what level of pianist are you?"

"Hehe, I'm a six-level violinist." The pride in Wutian's eyes flashed by, and then turned into a trace of loss. "My wish in my life is to accept a disciple who inherits my piano skills and break through the seventh level to become a harp master."

"Grandpa, you must be able to do it." Jiang Xia encouraged him.

Wutian shook his head and said sadly, "Son, you don't know the difficulty of the growth of the pianist now. Even if there has only been a seventh-order piano master in our whole Blue Wind Empire, and I am old enough, I can only entrust this last hope to you."

"Me?" Jiang Xia was slightly stunned, exposed by the other party's sincere feelings, and his heart quietly strengthened himself, "Okay, then I will be a harp master."

The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Although the young man's heart is tender, he is not afraid of the difficulties of the unknown. After hearing the explanation of the pianist in the fog, the original concept in his heart has changed, but what has never changed is the heart of becoming a strong man. Whether it is a martial artist or a pianist, in the eyes of the summer, it is a bargaining chip to protect his beloved.

After a while, Wutian's heart also calmed down a lot. I don't know when there was a scarlet five-string in his hand. "Kid, please feel what the piano is like first."

"Oh?" Surprised, there was already a heavy thing in Xia's hand. The thick touch came from her fingertips, and Xia's little hand gently swam away on the vermilion piano.

When it touches the string, "Bum." The distant and trembling soft sound scared Xia quickly withdrew his hand. After trying a few times, the interest gradually became stronger. Unexpectedly, he put the body on his lap without a teacher, and the fleshy ten little fingers moved back and forth on the strings. Suddenly, there was an unpleasant voice in the broken temple.

Wu Tian frowned like two dead silkworms, secretly scolding the boy for messing around. Fortunately, this is a broken temple. If it is in the village, people have to doubt whether there is a "ghost" outside.

However, I also intended to let Jianxia feel the beauty of the piano first. It was unpleasant, but it did not interrupt the other party.

Xia directly regarded the tolerance of the fog as the default. The bolder he became, the louder he played louder and the ten fingers back and forth, and even closed his eyes. The unwitting person thought that he was intoxicated with his wonderful sound of the piano.

Even in the fog, I couldn't help covering my ears. I have scolded more than a hundred times in my heart. Is he playing the piano? It's simply torture.

"Enough." The fog took the piano and stared at Xia angrily.

"Grandpa, I haven't played enough yet?" Jiang Xia's pitiful appearance.

The foggy sky almost roared out, and Jianxia could feel the other party's saliva. "You, you, stinky boy, I let you feel the appearance of the piano. Who let you play it? Do you know that I was scared by you? Are you playing the piano? Even the voice of the lonely ghost is better than yours.

"Oh, grandpa, I thought you didn't say anything at the beginning, thinking that you acquiesced in my piano sound!"

"You." I almost vomited blood in the foggy weather, and I said haggardly, "Okay, it's almost dawn. I'll teach you how to play the piano tonight."

"Is it dawn so soon?" Jiang Xia jumped down from the table and looked a little unsatisfied. Then he walked to the door and said, "Grandpa, I'll come back at night. You don't have to come to me. I know the way."

"Well, go ahead!" The fog has completely convinced each other.

Xia smiled politely, and then ran in the direction of his home. At the same time, he smiled in his heart, "It's really cool to be a pianist."

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