chewing dragon

Chapter 118 Wenqin

Originally, Mu Yingxian wanted to play the piano in exchange for Emperor Gaojiu, but now although he still wanted to play the piano, he wanted to use this as evidence to judge whether Qi Jingzhi was lying or not.

Tasting the difference, Qi Jingzhi was a little dumbfounded, and said helplessly, "In that case, should Miss Mu continue playing the piano empty-handed, or go back to get it? I can wait here."

"No need to be so troublesome!"

Mu Yingxian snorted, her expression suddenly became solemn, her eyes were pure and solemn.

She shook her water-green sleeves, stretched her arms forward, bent her elbows naturally, and turned her palms towards the sky.

Qi Jingzhi was naturally attracted by this weird behavior of hers, and as soon as he focused his gaze on it, a dazzling green brilliance was reflected in his pupils.

In the radiant brilliance, a Yaoqin suddenly appeared on Mu Yingxian's hands.

This is a lyre, about three and a half feet long, with a thick shape and smooth lines. The lacquered surface is green and moist, with faint brilliance flickering, showing a touch of nobility amidst the sophistication.

Even though Mu Yingxian had given him too much shock tonight, Qi Jingzhi still shrank his pupils and his heart was agitated.

This scene of Yaoqin appearing in the girl's hands out of thin air, is it more than deja vu to Qi Jingzhi?

However, Mu Yingxian didn't give him a chance to ask, and immediately turned to face the sparkling lake, and sat down cross-legged very simply, taking advantage of the momentum and laying the piano on his knees, lightly raising his wrists, and plucking the strings with his bare hands.

Then the quiet and elegant music sounded, elegant and ethereal, like the sound of heaven.

Qi Jingzhi suppressed the throbbing in his heart, stepped forward slowly, and stood beside Mu Yingxian.

He raised his eyes and looked around, only to see clear waves, bright moon, and shadows of trees whirling, as if they were the only two in the world, and he couldn't help feeling relaxed physically and mentally.

Gradually, the sound of the piano changed from delicate and soft at the beginning to vigorous and sonorous, and finally became thick and grand, just like the sound of bells and chimes.

Qi Jingzhi heard it in his ears, and the foreground gradually blurred. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the night before he killed Chen Er.

After sharpening the knife, he sat quietly under the moon, seeing the raging pines and waves in front of his eyes, the howling night wind, howling wolves and the howling of monkeys, and a sense of pride grew in his chest and filled his heart.

In another flash of thought, he seemed to be standing on the top of Shengxian Valley, with the setting sun shining in front of his eyes, the evening clouds mingling, the mountain wind whistling and drumming, thousands of forests and trees turning into continuous waves that beat the shore, majestic and magnificent, which made people feel overwhelmed. one wide.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the sound of the piano lingering in my ears has disappeared.

All the sounds and multiple images permeated in the heart also disappeared, and Qi Jingzhi's eyes returned to clarity.

At first he was still a little dazed, but after a while, he suddenly realized that after the sound of the zither hit his ears and heart, he actually attracted a catastrophe of fascination?
It's just that Qi Jingzhi has no memory of how he was suddenly robbed and how he got through it safely, as if it was not a catastrophe that made the monks in the sensory realm very afraid, but just when he dreamed back at midnight, no matter how he recalled A dream that is hard to remember.

He lowered his head to look at Mu Yingxian beside him, and met those eyes as clear as autumn water.

This time, he read extremely complicated emotions from the girl's eyes, seven points were surprise, two points were joy, and the remaining one point seemed to be... admiration?
At this moment, Mu Yingxian suddenly raised her right hand and pointed at the top of his head.

Qi Jing was stunned, and when he looked up, he saw a condensed ray of green energy hanging above his head at some point, and it was obviously energy, which seemed thick and straight, and seemed to have a smell, and it smelled a little Like... the taste of home, the taste of Komatsuyama.

He saw it in his eyes and smelled it in his nose, and he felt a kind of kindness in his heart: "What is this?"

"This is the Qi of First Wood!"

Mu Yingxian took a deep breath unabashedly, then narrowed her eyes, her tone was a bit intoxicated.

"I saw that brother Qi's spiritual energy used to protect himself was gaudy, and I said that you are not picky eaters. The scripture that you don't want to practice is actually a wooden practice method, and it is obviously extremely advanced. It can be extracted at the level of Fanxia. Such pure First Wood Qi!"

Saying that, the girl took another deep breath blatantly, and even smacked her lips, as if she was savoring carefully: "Well, it also has the aroma of pine and cypress wood... the pine and cypress wood, splashing snow and frost, towering heaven and earth , the wind shakes the music of the sheng and huang, and the music of the remaining rain!"

"This pine and cypress wood has always liked the water of rain and dew in the Tianhe River the most, and it complements the "Flying Dragon Calling the Rain". No wonder you can forcefully remember part of the charm. Well, you are indeed not after the Zhu Xiang family. Chixinmu is not so much It is better to say that it is the movement of wood than the movement of fire."

Qi Jingzhi was stunned when he heard the words. It turned out that the girl next to him finally believed that he was not lying until now, and she really knew a lot!

It's just that Mu Yingxian made a mistake in her judgment. "The Immortal Feather Classic" is not a kind of wooden skill, at least it is not mentioned in the volume of Zhuang Ming.

However, Qi Jingzhi changed his mind again, and suddenly remembered the last two lines of the poem by Xuandu Guanzhu of the previous generation, and he was a little uncertain again.

Seeing the change of expression on his face, Mu Yingxian snorted immediately: "I just smelled the smell from a distance, and your heart hurts like this. I can't be more stingy!"

Qi Jingzhi was taken aback when he heard it, and then smiled again: "Take it if you like it, it can be regarded as my thank you for listening to you playing the piano."

"Huh? Brother Qi is really grand!"

Mu Yingxian immediately turned anger into joy, and raised her plain hand to make a move.

The air of pines, cypresses and first woods in mid-air immediately gave up Qi Jingzhi, and fell lightly towards the girl.

Mu Yingxian took it in her hand, pulled one in half without hesitation, put one half in her sleeve, and threw the other half to Taowu who was nestled beside her lap.

The green-haired rabbit immediately opened its mouth to stop it, and at the same time put its two little paws close to its mouth, sending Jiamu Qi in it bit by bit.

Mu Yingxian looked down at it eating, couldn't help stretching out her hand to stroke the pair of short furry ears, and said: "Eat more, grow stronger, or you might be caught and eaten someday." Meat!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing, he really didn't expect this girl to be so vengeful.

He thought for a while, but still couldn't help asking: "Miss Mu, I still have a few questions in my mind, can you explain them to me?"

Mu Yingxian raised her head, and seeing Qi Jingzhi's serious expression, she immediately smiled: "I think you are quite refreshing, so it's okay to answer one or two questions for you. It's just that I looked up at you, the neck is really a bit tired."

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi hesitated a little, then sat down cross-legged.

He looked at the rippling lake in front of him, smelled the refreshing fragrance beside him, and suddenly felt a bit of the comfort and leisure that he had when he was grilling meat with Jiao Yulang and looking at the sky that day.

Qi Jingzhi didn't look at Mu Yingxian who was on the side, and his tone was a little more leisurely: "I don't know what the name of the piano piece that Miss Mu played earlier?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl's crisp voice followed, not an answer, but a rhetorical question: "Brother Qi listened to me playing the piano earlier, and he seemed to have entered a state of epiphany. Why don't you talk about it first, and you can hear it from my piano music?" What?"

Hearing that Mu Yingxian seemed to have misunderstood, Qi Jingzhi did not correct him, because the catastrophe of fascination just now came quietly and did not cause any harm. Even Qi Jingzhi himself couldn't tell the difference, let alone the girl beside him.

He thought about it carefully, and answered word by word: "I can hear the cliffs, deep mountains and valleys, the rotation of the sun and the moon, howling winds, lush pine forests, and vast expanse of waves!"

After listening to Qi Jing's words, Mu Yingxian was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I got a piano score when I was young, it was called "Lingmiao Tianyinpu", and it was also called "Tianguyin". As the saying goes, With my pure ears, listen to this ancient sound! It is also said, the three-foot silk tung ancient sound, the clear wind and bright moon are the intimate..."

Speaking of this, the girl seemed to pause for a moment, and then said immediately: "I just played it, called "Wind in the Pines of Ten Thousand Valleys". At the forefront."

Qi Jingzhi was stunned, and couldn't help thinking to himself: "It's no wonder. I have sat and watched the Songtao in Xiaosong Mountain for more than ten years, but I am no longer familiar with it! This song "Wind in the Pines of Wanhe" can capture the scene in my heart, even It's even worse, it really is a wonderful heavenly voice!"

"Well... there must be a lot of piano pieces in that score, and it's really a coincidence that she chose this one. If it were any other piece, I'm afraid it would never be able to resonate with me like this. The so-called gathering by chance Scatter, it's really wonderful!"

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi's heart twitched, and after a brief induction, he saw that the dancing posture of the angry crane in his heart had undergone a mysterious change, which was a bit more ancient and out of the world, and it was really "with my pure ears" , listen to this Taikoo sound "Ah!

He suddenly had a mysterious premonition in his heart, from now on he should not be easily robbed by the gods, and as long as he thinks, he can extract the spirit of pine, cypress and Jiamu from the mountains and fields.

Aside from being overjoyed, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help feeling a little puzzled: "Even if I have more than ten years of experience in listening to the waves in the Songhai Sea, the Immortal Feather Sutra and "Wind in the Pines of Wanhe" fit a little too well. The slightest inconsistency."

"Speaking of it, judging from the legend of the crane shoes and the poems of the Xuandu Guanzhu of the previous generation, it is obvious that the crane and the peach blossom should be a pair?"

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Mu Yingxian couldn't help but snorted softly: "Brother Qi lied to me earlier that he didn't know the rhythm, but now there's no need to mention it, this song "Wind in the Pines of Wanhe" is in your pocket again thing?"

At this moment, Qi Jingzhi didn't know that he had taken advantage of it, and immediately said frankly: "I not only memorized "Wind in the Pines of Wanhe", but also learned a method of eating clouds from it. It's just a bag of old wine. Not enough to compensate, or..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Yingxian shook her head and interrupted: "Although "Wind in the Pines of Myriad Valleys" corresponds to the trees of pines and cypresses, even if I have already played it proficiently, I still can't do it. Using this to refine the Qi of pine, cypress and Jiamu, it can be seen that more of it is your own ability."

"What's more, let's talk first, playing the piano for a bag of old wine, and isn't there a wisp of pine, cypress, and first wood to start with, I've earned it!"

After Mu Yingxian said that, she suddenly said curiously: "Well... just looking at the flowery dress that Brother Qi wore earlier, I can tell that the scriptures you have cultivated are quite strange, and they are definitely not any kind of woodwork I have heard of. Cultivation method. I wonder if you can also explain it to me?"

This girl knew Deng Fuqing, and they should have a close relationship. Naturally, Qi Jingzhi didn't need to hide it, and immediately replied happily: "It's a fragment of the "Xianyu Jing" that I got by chance. The inheritance of the Xuandu Temple of Xianyu Mountain."

""The Immortal Feather Classic"?" This time it was Mu Yingxian's turn to be stunned.

She frowned slightly, thought silently for a while, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Now I understand! No wonder that so narrow-minded old man Deng allowed you to steal Linpu..."

Seeing that the girl seemed to understand, Qi Jingzhi himself was still confused, and immediately asked: "Miss Mu, my "Xian Yu Jing" should have nothing to do with pine and cypress wood, and it shouldn't even be a wood practice method. Spectrum coincides, and it is so speculative with "Wind in the Pines of Wanhe"?"

Mu Yingxian must have also thought of this level, shook his head and said: "I was wrong before, and thought that your scriptures were biased towards pine, cypress and Jiamu, so that I can sense and memorize Linpu..."

Speaking of this, the girl suddenly recalled, and immediately said angrily: "It's obviously your scripture, why did you come to ask me? I don't know much about "The Immortal Feather Classic", but I can't guarantee that it has a certain rhythm. What about this unique effect? ​​It can’t be because your comprehension is too high, right?”

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help being dumbfounded, could it be that "The Immortal Feather Classic" was supposed to be the heart of the orthodox Wuhe, and it really had this effect?But then again, my savvy shouldn't be bad either.

Mu Yingxian didn't know what Qi Jingzhi was thinking, so she pondered for a while and continued: "As for "Wind in the Pines of Wanhe", just like the two lines of poems in the general outline of "Taigu Yin" are the finishing touches, "Wind in the Pines of Wanhe" "There are also a few incisive notes under the music score..."

"Since you have already learned this song, I'll do it to the end as a good person, and I will tell you all of it, and take it as a return gift for that wisp of pine, cypress, and first wood."

Qi Jingzhi laughed again when he heard the words, the girl next to her was really straightforward, on the one hand she held grudges but on the other hand she was ungrateful.

From this point of view, he has to hurry up and cash in his bag of emperor ointment wine.

Qi Jingzhi thought about this, and then he heard Mu Yingxian say seriously: "First, the first row of Jiamu Tiangan, without branches, leaves and roots. It wants to live in the world for thousands of years, and is buried in the sand and mud... It is the first wood with the toughest toughness."

"Secondly, as I mentioned earlier, the pine and cypress, the snow splashed together, towering, the wind shakes the music of the sheng and the bamboo, and the aftermath of the rain... It is said that the pine and cypress are the trees of Jiamu. the best of the best.”

"Thirdly, there are only two important points, that is...the crane counts a thousand years of life, and the pine age lasts forever. This sentence also echoes the general title of "Wanting to live in the world for a thousand years" and even the general title of "Tianguyin", which can be described as a thread... Hey ?”

While talking, Mu Yingxian was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "The crane is a thousand years old, and the pine is eternal spring! I didn't expect that in this section, "The Immortal Feather Classic" can be compared with "Wind of the Pines in Wanhe" Match, just fall on a longevity character!"

In the end, although Mu Yingxian's voice was as clear and sweet as before, it fell into Qi Jingzhi's ears like thunder.

(End of this chapter)