Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 71
Flipping it over for a while, this turn is not worth it, and I can't bear to let it go anymore.It turns out that this song "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" was adapted by a peerless expert in the Sui Dynasty from the qin song "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" written by Cai Yan (Cai Wenji) in the Eastern Han Dynasty. "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" was originally a qin song. Listed as one of the top ten famous songs in ancient times, it was composed by Cai Wenji according to the characteristics of the Hujia, a musical instrument of the Huns.In this song, she perfectly integrated Han and Hu music together, which has the characteristics of Han and Hu music.By the time of the Sui Dynasty, the real "Eighteen Pai of Hu Jia" was unknown, and only some fragments were left in the world. Blowing flute, proficient in temperament, so he used his great supernatural powers to compose qin music into flute music, which was passed on to later generations.

Because this peerless master is a generation of strong martial arts, he added inner strength and mentality when composing the music. According to what he said on the parchment, once the song is played, it is easy to crack stones and wood, and the power inside is beyond anyone's imagination.In fact, the qin song "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" expresses a kind of sadness and resentment, which is a true portrayal of Cai Yan's life in troubled times and his ups and downs, but it does not lack "awe-inspiring spirit". Played "Hujia Eighteen Beats" for Wen Tianxiang in prison, expressing the "infinite sorrow" of the broken mountains and rivers.During this period, "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" quickly spread among the former officials and Yi folks of the former Southern Song Dynasty.

Now that the dynasties have changed, the Southern Song Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty have ceased to exist. The Qin song "Hujia Eighteen Beats" has not disappeared and is still being circulated among the people. Pass.Fang Jianming knew the whole story, and came up with the idea of ​​learning this song. He went to the bookshelf and picked out a few music scores and flute skills. Together with the flute and parchment, he took them back to the hut, and pondered carefully by himself.

One day, he came to the cave again and saw that Wen Ruowang and his wife were still sitting on the chairs. He didn't want them to go on like this, so he bowed in front of them a few times, and then said, "The boy will definitely remind you to find him." That man named Wen Tianci, you two elders can rest in peace!" After spending a morning, he dug a big pit by the side of the big lake and buried the two of them. Bar.

Bai Yiyi, the holy aunt of the Demon Sect, goes outside to practice her sword skills every day when she gets up, and picks fruits from the trees to eat when she is hungry. She is not enthusiastic about anything, and she will not touch the firearms on the table. , When I am really bored, I will go to the bookshelf to pick up a few books to read, but they are all martial arts secrets collected by Wen Ruowang. The sword techniques of the Tianshan Sword School are also included, but they are all fragments and not complete at all. Even so, Bai Yiyi still benefits a lot.

Unknowingly, they stayed in the mountains for a few months. Bai Yiyi was too indifferent to talk to Fang Jianming, and Fang Jianming didn't bother to talk to her. The two of them lived in peace. When they met under the tree every day, they just glanced lightly at each other. She glanced at the other party, and sometimes Bai Yiyi snorted coldly, but Fang Jianming just made an indifferent expression and ignored her.

This night, the moon was extremely round. Fang Jianming sat cross-legged in front of the hut, and the Qilin Mouse jumped up and down in front of him tirelessly. Fang Jianming has learned a lot of famous songs with his intelligence these days. "Eighteen Pai of Hu Jia" is still in its infancy, without any improvement and lack of taste.He saw the full moon hanging high, shining from the corner of the eye, surrounded by a clear glow, and the indescribable beauty of the cliff under the full moon, he couldn't help but think of his adoptive father and master. He wondered what happened to them now. I am afraid that I will get angry, forcefully break into the magic place, and fight.

"Alas..." He sighed softly, put the blue tide flute to his lips, and quietly played "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms". This "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms" is also one of the top ten famous songs. It is flute or flute music, which was later adapted into qin music. "San Nong" refers to the same tune being played three times repeatedly, but the plum blossoms bloom successively in the cold wind. Wang has revised it a bit, with a lot more powdery air and less manliness, which is also a portrayal of his mood when he is indulging in love.

The faint whistling sound spread far away. In the sound of the flute, Fang Jianming's longing was hidden. Unknowingly, he integrated his whole body's emotions into the period. The sound of the flute was extremely beautiful for a while, and dozens of unknown birds flew He went to the top of the branch, listened quietly, and became his audience.On the other side, Bai Yiyi came out of the cave. Now she doesn't have a sword, and she is dressed in white under the moonlight. She looks like a fairy, and she is about to fly. She is a beautiful woman, and she is even more beautiful at this time. things.

She listened attentively to Fang Jianming's whistling sound for a while, her cold face softened, her face was sacred, her big bright eyes under long eyelashes looked at the full moon in the sky, she was startled suddenly, He whispered: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don't know what the master, her old man, and the saintly sister are doing now? I haven't gone back. I'm afraid our important affairs will be temporarily suspended!"

In the ninth year of Ming Dynasty Zhengtong, Jiaxing in the south of the Yangtze River.

Misty Rain Building.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival in September. Every year when this time comes, many people will miss their hometown. It is a sad season for wanderers, and it is also a time for reunion.In the fifth year of Xuande in the Ming Dynasty (1430), Jiaxing was a prefecture, and Jiaxing prefecture had 7 counties under its jurisdiction, which was called one prefecture and seven counties. Quiet, the city is located at the intersection of rivers, seas, lakes, and rivers, strangling the throat of the Tainan South Corridor, and is less than [-] kilometers away from Shanghai, Hangzhou, Suzhou, and Lake cities. It is especially famous among the paradise on earth between Suzhou and Hangzhou.

At this time, outside Jiaxing City, before the gates of the city were opened early in the morning, some Limin people who wanted to buy and sell utensils and items for the festival came one after another.When the city gate was opened, there were three times more guards guarding the city than usual for some reason, and the interrogation was also very strict. Anyone who found suspicious pedestrians would be interrogated for a long time, and they would not be released until they were indeed not some gangsters, murderers and arsonists. .

It was the time when a black-clothed man with a bamboo hat on his head came to the gate of the city. He held a long sword in his hand. He was obviously a man from the rivers and lakes. He raised his head slightly and glanced at the gate of the city. The guard, with a sneer on his lips, lowered his bamboo hat with his hand, covered his face, mixed in the crowd, and approached the city gate step by step.

At a distance of ten feet behind him, there were three men dressed in strong clothes walking and talking to each other. He is tall with a golden dagger, and he looks like he will not be over 50 years old. The one is thick-headed and tiger-headed, with a particularly big head, and his back is slightly bowed, like a hunchback, but it is not obvious. The third person is a fat man. , the top is open, revealing the bulging belly inside, and the round face. If he removes the hair on his head, he will really look like Maitreya Buddha.

The three of them only cared about their own conversation, and before they reached the city gate, they suddenly heard the guard shout: "That guy, hey...it's you, the person who is waiting for the bamboo hat, take off the bamboo hat and let the Let me see who you are and what you look like!"

The three of them felt strange. When they looked up, they saw a man in black with a bamboo hat on his head. The hat on the man's head was probably too low. The guards wanted to interrogate him. When he was about to come up, he heard the man laugh out loud, raised his right hand, and took the bamboo hat from his head, revealing a handsome face, he could not be more than thirty years old.

Seeing his appearance, the guards all opened their mouths wide and looked at him in disbelief.

One of them reacted and shouted loudly: "Bold Jiangyang thief, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Hurry up and catch you, or I will be rude to you!" The big knife at his waist was drawn out.
The others woke up startled, pulled out the big knives around their waists, and shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't get in my way, I want to catch Jiang Yang's bandit." More than a dozen big men waved their big knives in their hands, shining coldly. Surrounded up.

The man in black smiled slightly, not panicking.

Not only did he have no intention of running away, but he went up to them, and seeing that they were about to approach, the man in black smiled and said: "You guys who eat the emperor's food are usually domineering, but today I tell you to suffer a little bit, and teach you a lesson for the people of Li. !"

After all, the bamboo hat in his hand turned like a wheel, and flew out suddenly, and the people jumped up, the bamboo hat in front and the people behind.

The bamboo hats flew away like lightning, and before the three guards in front had time to cut out their swords, they were hit by the bamboo hats and rolled away far away screaming.

The common people who came in and out saw that someone dared to fight the officers and soldiers here, and they were so frightened that they called their parents and mothers to carry burdens and loads, and ran away with their feet kicked off, for fear that they would be affected by them.

The black-clothed man burst out laughing, turned several somersaults in the air in a beautiful posture, and shot a brilliant palm, hitting the chests of the seven guards.

He shot very well, but he sent the guards flying out and was seriously injured, instead of killing them.

Seeing that he was a great bandit, not only was he not afraid of the officers and soldiers, but he deliberately went to meet the officers and soldiers and fought, secretly astonished.

The thick-headed man smiled and said, "Second brother, who do you think this bold man in black is?"

The man with the scimitar stuck in his waist frowned, thought for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of a smile, and said:
"Oh... so it's him! No wonder he's so bold. I don't know which corrupt official he's taken a fancy to this time."

The fat man heard the conversation between the two of them, and said: "Second brother, third brother, you say he is the 'thief' who has been fighting against corrupt officials in recent years? Hehe, I didn't expect him to come here too!"

It took one person to say one sentence, or three sentences, and more than half of the dozens of guards were knocked to the ground by the man in black, unable to get up, and screaming for their parents in pain.

Seeing that something was wrong, the rest immediately blew the whistle, "Doo..." to report to the officers and soldiers in the city.

(End of this chapter)