Chapter 120 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

Ling Haotian got out of the cave, but saw the blue sky and white sun above his head, the clouds were light and the wind was light, surrounded by trees and flowers, and the sound of birds lingered in his ears. He felt refreshed physically and mentally, breathed in fresh air, and stretched his limbs.He estimated that he had been in the cave for about a day and a half, the sky outside was bright and the sun was in the middle, it should be almost noon on the third day.He was in a trance for a while, he didn't know whether the experience in the cave was real or not, he secretly channeled his inner breath, he only felt that his energy channels were abundant, which was quite different from the day before.He wandered around and saw that he was in a garden with a stone octagonal gazebo beside him. Only then did he realize that the gazebo he had lifted up just now was that gazebo. Looking back, even he couldn't believe it. .

He came to the pool to wash his face and drink water, looked at the fish swimming in the water, remembered the moves he had created in the fifth chamber, and involuntarily began to develop new moves in his mind, endless streams of tricks are all wonderful.He jumped up and gestured for a while, feeling his muscles and bones relaxed and his meridians flowing smoothly, he let out a long breath.Turning around, I saw many jujube trees growing by the pool, so I went to pick the jujubes, sat down by the pool and ate my fill. After filling his stomach, he lay down on the grass, put his arms behind his head, closed his eyes, and felt the warmth of the sun on his face and body, which was very comfortable.Just when he was drowsy, he suddenly heard a very soft and soft piano sound from a distance, distant and ethereal, clear and sad.Ling Haotian's mind was shocked, as if his whole body and mind flew away with the sound of the piano, he thought: This sound of the piano is touching and extraordinary, who played it?The sound of the piano came and went with the wind, and disappeared after a while.He opened his eyes, feeling lost, dazed for a while, then got up and walked to the depths of the garden.

Not long after walking out, I saw a maple forest, and the sound of piano came from the forest.The sound of this piano is broad and vast, bright and upright, completely different from the elegant and mournful sound before, and it seems to be played by different people.Ling Haotian thought: This is probably Yinping Villa.I don't know who played the piano just now?Who is playing the piano now?Then he walked into the forest following the sound of the piano. But I saw a warm pavilion built in the dense forest, and there were more than 20 people standing outside the pavilion, the housekeeper at the gate of Zhikezhuang, the middle-aged man in the small building, Teacher Ye, the Qinggong master Kongfei and Feitian on the cliff, etc. in it.There were three people sitting on the floor in the pavilion, the one sitting with their backs facing each other was a white-haired old man, the other two were neatly dressed and sitting upright, they were actually Zhang Jie and Liu Shaoqing.In front of the three of them each had a few, and on each of the tables was a piano and a musical score.The white-haired old man pressed left and right, and was playing a song of Guanju.Zhang and Liu listened intently, looking at the piano score, they seemed very nervous.After the old man finished playing a piece, he cupped his hands and said, "I would like to ask the two gentlemen to play any one of the piano scores, so that the old man can observe and learn from it."

Zhang Jie frowned slightly, cupped her hands and said: "The art of piano is one, the younger generation has never dabbled in it, so it's better not to make a fool of yourself."Liu Shaoqing said: "Brother Zhang is so humble, Xiao Ke can only give it a try."As he spoke, he stretched out his hands to play the qin, which was also a piece of Guanju, but his fingering was unfamiliar and the pitch was not accurate, it was really unbearable to listen to. The old man frowned, reluctantly waited for him to finish playing, and said: Miss is elegant and good at melody, and I like to amuse myself most.The character and knowledge of martial arts of the two talents are first-class in the world, but it's a pity that they haven't studied in depth together with phonology.The lady invites the two of you back to the villa for some refreshments, and sends you off the mountain respectfully.

Zhang Jie sneered and said: Miss Ling is too picky.Qin art is just a trivial skill, why should it be so important? The old man let out a hey, and said: Yinping Villa is based on rhythm, but thinks that the rest are trivial details.Please be careful what you say.Zhang Jie snorted and stopped talking. Liu Shaoqing was still unwilling to admit defeat, and said with a smile: Although Xiao Ke's melody is not exquisite, she has the ability to appreciate it.Besides, Xiao Ke is still young, if he is taught by Miss, within a few years, he can become a master of the game.Seniors, please think again.

The old man shook his head and said: "The art of the qin is purely a talent, so I can't do it by force."Please go ahead, both of you.Zhang Jie sneered, stood up and prepared to leave.Liu Shaoqing was still sitting on the ground, as if he wanted to play another song.The old man sighed: After all, there is no one in this world!Miss must be disappointed. Suddenly hearing the sound of the bushes, a young man came out, dressed plainly, with a calm demeanor, cupped his hands and said: "The younger generation is presumptuous, and wants to use a song to bosom friend, so as not to disturb the senior listening."

That person is Ling Haotian.When everyone around Nuan Pavilion saw him, they couldn't help but exclaimed.The old man looked back at him with a look of surprise on his face, then he got up and saluted and said: Your Excellency must be the third young master Ling.My surname is Hong Mingqu, and I have a little knowledge of piano art. I came here to ask the young masters for advice.I have heard for a long time that Mr. Ling's family has a long history of education, and he is versatile in both civil and military affairs. The old man is very happy to see his dignity today.His subordinates did everything they could to save their friends, but luckily they escaped safely and soundly.Ling Haotian said: I dare not.May I ask if Tianlong Shiyu is okay?Hong Qu said again: Mr. Lingyou Shi was slightly injured, it's not in the way, he has been escorted home by his uncle, don't worry about it.Ling Haotian felt relieved after hearing this, and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for letting me know, senior."Suddenly he thought of picking alchemy again, and asked, "Excuse me, where is the book boy who came with the younger generation?"

Hong Qu was stunned for a moment, then he said: At that time, we only knew that Your Excellency was in danger, so we sent someone to inform Ling Shutong that he was very sad when he heard the news, and fainted from crying.I have sent him to rest in Zhike Village.Ling Haotian nodded. Hong Qu gave up the seat and said, "Sir Ling, please sit down."Although the old man's piano is old, it still has a complete tone, and the third son of Lingqu Ling will enjoy it for a while.Ling Haotian bowed to him, then sat down on the mat, stretched out his hand and plucked the strings three or two times, and closed his eyes when he heard that the tone was in tune.

The eyes of the three people in the pavilion and the people in Geyi on the water corridor outside the pavilion were all focused on Ling Haotian. Everyone saw him fall into the cave with their own eyes, and suddenly reappeared in good condition. In this situation, although everyone had countless questions in their hearts, they did not dare to disturb them. Ling Haotian took a deep breath, finally opened his eyes, looked directly at Yaoqin, as if everyone around him had disappeared, he flicked his fingers, and played a bosom friend.It was an ancient song, telling the story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi, the famous qin players in ancient times, met and got along with each other.Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi met by chance in the mountains, and they were very speculative when talking about the art of playing the qin, so Yu Boya played a piece and asked Zhong Ziqi to comment on it.When Yu Boya played the piano, he thought of mountains, and Zhong Ziqi heard the meaning of mountains in the music; when Yu Boya played, he thought of flowing water, and Zhong Ziqi heard the feeling of flowing water in the music.Yu Boya was startled and became a bosom friend, and the two became close friends and made an appointment to see each other again.When the date came, Zhong Ziqi had passed away. Yu Boya cried loudly and said, "There are no friends in the world, so what's the use of this qin?"Then he broke the piano and left.

Everyone in Yinping Villa was fascinated when they heard it. They never expected that this unremarkable young man could really play the piano, and he played it so beautifully.After Ling Haotian finished the song, he stood up after a few pushes, bowed to Hong Qu, and said: Please teach me, senior. Hong Qu was so obsessed with listening to it, after a while, he coughed and asked, "Where did you learn from?"Ling Haotian said: I learned it randomly, I really can't say that I have a master.He learned the art of Qin from Kang Zheng, one of the nine elders.When Kang Zheng taught him how to play the qin, he was very annoyed because he refused to practice seriously, and once told him not to call himself the apprentice of Qin Xian Kang Lao.

Hearing what he said, Hong Qu sighed and said: I admire you.Third Young Master Ling, please follow me. Ling Haotian bowed his hand to Zhang Jie, and even ignored Liu Shaoqing.Zhang Jie saluted him back, turned around and walked away.Liu Shaoqing's face turned red and turned pale, knowing that Ling Haotian had never forgotten that he had sneaked up on the bridge, watching his back, an indescribable jealousy and resentment arose in his heart, and after a long time, he turned and left.