Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 208 The Truth
Chen Xian sat in the gazebo in the garden. On the stone table in front of him was a five-stringed banjo made of phoenix wood mixed sky silk. In front of the piano was an exquisite jade stove about three inches high, and the stove was surrounded by purple smoke.He was sitting upright with a solemn face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

It turned out that after Hu Qiuyue knew that Chen Xian didn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she immediately suggested that the two of them learn together. In the way of writing, you can understand by analogy, understand the way of heaven, and improve your cultivation.

After Hu Qiuyue said so, Chen Xian didn't delay. Anyway, his cultivation base has been rising slowly recently, and the newly sorted out exercises can only be practiced for half an hour a day. When he is idle, he is also idle. Just play a little Elegant things to pass the time, learn to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, maybe in the future you will also become a master of piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting among demons, and the demons will be nicknamed "Four Masters".

In fact, Chen Xian is still proficient in one thing in Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, that is, the madness of flying dragons and snakes, but because he is too crazy and no one knows, he seldom uses it to make a fool of himself.

Today, after reading theoretical books such as "Qin Jing", "Five-tone Correct Explanation", "Shuo Qin" and "Yue Dian", Chen Xian was getting ready for the day of practical practice, and he felt a little nervous. (Note that the above books are purely fictitious, and any similarities are purely coincidental.)
"Don't be nervous, take it easy, otherwise, if your fingers are stiff, how can you play the piano beautifully and lightly?" Hu Qiuyue was sitting next to Chen Xian, seeing his serious appearance, she couldn't help laughing.

"Phew, it's the first time I've come into contact with this thing, it's just a little restrained." Chen Xian said with a slight smile.

After the words came out, Chen Xian also relaxed, and laughed at himself: "It's just playing the piano, and it's not fighting with masters of the same level. There's nothing to be nervous about."

"Puff-breath-breath-breath..."

Chen Xian's mood completely calmed down after taking a deep breath with the method of exhalation. He raised his hands and put them on the strings, but it was about to start.

"Ding, ding, dong, dong..."

Chen Xian didn't have time to play the music, but just plucked the strings with both hands once and for all, familiar with each string and how each note should be played.

"Whoever listens to signs is like being frightened by a pig. Listening to feathers is like a horse braying in the wild. Whoever listens to palaces is like a cow croaking in a womb. Anyone who listens to merchants is like a stray sheep. Anyone who listens to horns is like a pheasant climbing a tree. Ming, the sound is sharp and clear. Wherever the first five tones are played, the first is one and three, and the four are opened to combine nine and nine, so that the head of the yellow bell and the small element are born to form a palace. Three points and one is used to make a hundred. There are eight, which is a sign. Not without three points, get rid of its multiplier, fit enough, so it is a business. If there are three parts, return it to its place, so it becomes a feather. ..."

Although he only read those theories once, Chen Xian's powerful memory has long given him the ability to never forget. , picking, wiping, lifting... use it mellowly and smoothly without stagnation.

After "ding dong dong" plucked the strings randomly, Chen Xian plucked the strings with his index fingers suddenly at the same speed, but played a relatively simple piano piece "Autumn Wind Ci" in "Music Code".

The "Autumn Wind Ci" selected by Chen Xian is simple, not much more difficult than the later "Two Tigers", just a few simple notes repeated twice.

After playing an introductory qin piece "Autumn Wind Ci", Chen Xian changed the tune and played "The Resentment of the Concubine Xiang".

"This piano is quite simple to play!" Chen Xian said to Hu Qiuyue while playing with the strings.

"That's because you are a fairy, you have a good memory, you can remember how to play each note. But it's nothing, a talented person can play music like you after getting familiar with the music score , and the scripted course is just an introduction to piano art, look at your narcissism." Hu Qiuyue said with a smile on her face and blinked her eyes.

"That's true." Chen Xian said with a slight smile. He is playing the piano now, but he is breaking down a piece of music into countless notes, and using his powerful memory to pluck them out from the strings, just like using horizontal, vertical, vertical, Strokes such as Na, Dot, Fold, and Hook form Chinese characters.Or it is simpler to play the piano, there are seven basic strokes, but only five basic ancient sounds (Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu).After proficiency, it becomes an instinct, and you can't forget it even if you want to.Ordinary people may make mistakes in writing, but with the ability of immortals, they will not make mistakes, so learning to play the piano is not difficult.

"Om..."

After playing the 81 pieces recorded in the "Qin Dian", Chen Xian lightly pressed the strings with both hands, and after a while of buzzing, the garden became quiet.

"How about the music I just played? Is it nice?" Chen Xian asked Hu Qiuyue after removing his hand from the piano.

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Hu Qiuyue asked lightly.

"Then you tell lies first to make me happy!" Seeing this posture, Chen Xian immediately knew that the music he was playing did not catch the other party's ears.

"The lie is: 'This song is only in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world'. In Zhuangzi's words, it is the sound of nature, and it cannot be played by humans." Hu Qiuyue said the words of praise with a serious face. I didn't say it was a lie, but I really thought about it.

"Ahem, the praise is too much. I only feel that my piano sound is 'chao cao, mixed and mixed, big pearls and small pearls falling on the jade plate'. Unexpectedly, in the eyes of sister Qiuyue, it is comparable to the sound of nature. Pass, pass." Chen said. You boasted too much with a leisurely look, and said with an air of flattering and killing me.

"Hmph!" Hu Qiuyue held her head up and hummed repeatedly, reminding Chen Xian that she still had to tell the truth.

Seeing Hu Qiuyue's innocent expression, Chen Xian felt happy, pulled Hu Qiuyue into his arms, and said with a smile, "What is the truth?"

"Ah!" Suddenly pulled into Chen Xian's arms, Hu Qiuyue moaned coquettishly, but she didn't struggle. Both of them reached the point where they were talking about marriage. They had kissed and hugged each other before, so there was no need to be reserved anymore. Struggling.

"Huh—" Hu Qiuyue sniffed hard, and asked softly, "What kind of perfume do you use, it smells so good!"

"What kind of perfume do I use as a male demon? This is my natural body fragrance!" Chen Xian said with a straight face, but he was thinking that another female demon was conquered by his charm...well, by the breath of the origin of heaven up.

"Body fragrance?" Hu Qiuyue murmured in her heart, raised her head, and stared at Chen Xian's face with strange eyes.

"Why are you staring at me? Could it be that I have a flower growing on my face?" Chen Xian was uncomfortable with Hu Qiuyue's gaze, so he asked.

"It's true that you have flowers on your face, and the nickname is thick-skinned!" Hu Qiuyue said with a smile.

"Look for a beating!" Chen Xian yelled, raised his palm, and slapped Hu Qiuyue's upturned buttocks hard.

"Snapped!"

"Ah!" This was the first time that Hu Qiuyue was slapped on such a private part by the opposite sex, her face turned red immediately, and she let out a provocative scream, and immediately retracted her head into Chen Xian's arms.

"Hmph!" Chen Xian snorted complacently.

"By the way, don't you still have the truth to tell? Let me listen to it." After restraining Hu Qiuyue, Chen Xian finally asked Hu Qiuyue's true evaluation of his piano sound.

"The truth is, the sound of your piano is like a little monk chanting sutras—you have no intentions in your mouth. Although the tune is smooth, it has no emotion. It's like a puppet performing a task assigned by its master."

(End of this chapter)