Huhu

Under the silver moon, the breeze wrinkled the lake surface and brought up the white-robed young man's robe and black hair.

Just as some people couldn't wait and began to whisper, an ethereal piano sounded in the silent Moon Lake with the wind:

Dong ~

The sound is clear, like tears falling into the hidden pool.

It sounds like when everyone is sleepy, I suddenly have a basin of cold water poured on my head, my body is striking, my attention is attracted, and some noise is gone.

Mrs. Xue was originally holding her hands on her side and watching, but she saw the handsome young man lifting his finger and gently ticking the strings of the piano. The ethereal sound of the piano was heard, and her eyebrows were slightly raised. She sat up with a surprised look.

Dongdong

Two more strings sounded.

The sound of the piano came out, causing two ripples on the calm lake surface and spread outward. Only then did everyone realize that it was not the breeze that was blowing the lake surface, but the sound of the piano.

The casual cultivator on the island bridge had a surprising expression. Even if he didn't understand the rhythm, he could feel the artistic conception of "integration with heaven and earth".

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong

The sound of the piano is heard one after another, and the tune is elusive, as if it is not played, but the resonance of the lake and the autumn water sounding under the moonlight, naturally and step by step.

Mr. Sanzhu originally looked at the elders, but in just a few short sounds of talismans were heard, and his expression turned into incomprehensible, and he stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

The young man in the white robe sitting in the middle of the lake pressed the strings of the piano with one hand and gently hooked the other hand, and his expression was always so indifferent that he had no feelings at all.

Dong~dong~

The ethereal sound of the piano came from the guqin under his command, but the focus of the crowd could not be on him. Instead, they looked at the surrounding lake light and autumn moon, followed each rhythm, and looked at the full moon in the lake, the ripples under the candlelight, the red maple tree by the lake, the beauty looking down on the railing...

There are not many melodious and sad tunes, but they seem to be telling them with their hearts; everyone present can only hear the rhythm, but can truly feel the meaning of the meaning:

The maple leaves moving with the wind in the piano sound are right in front of you...

The beauty with bright eyes was right beside her...

The candlelight and the moonlight intersected, illuminating the stones at the bottom of the lake. A small carp quietly leaned over to look at the piano platform above...

The rhythm makes people feel the scene. Even if you close your eyes, you can feel the grass, every frown and smile that the meaning tells...

Qu Xiangwen and others who were not good at piano music were confused, but they did not dare to ask questions, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the world.

People who are proficient in music such as Dongfang Yunzhi and Zhou Mu are also confused because this seems to have nothing to do with music.

If Mr. Sanzhu's piano is so high that mortals cannot understand it, then the current artistic conception of this song is so high that it is so high that it is playing with a mortal body, so that people can truly hear the sound of heaven and earth, understand everything, but are above the clouds, and are so unattainable.

Mrs. Xue is a famous artist of music theory. She once occasionally experienced this feeling of being integrated with heaven and earth, just like the world and everything in the fingertips are strings. That feeling is called becoming a saint. It is not something you can master when practicing music art, but a state of mind that requires you to see through all things in nature.

How old is this kid...

People who don’t know the details are confused and intoxicated, while Shangguan Lingye and others are shocked. Even as daughters-in-law who have been slapping with each other, they feel unfamiliar with their hearts and they don’t know the swordsman before the New Year sitting where they play the piano.

Dongdongdongdongdong

The sound of the piano gradually became rapid and fell into the Moon Lake like a rapid rain.

Those who can hear the resonance of heaven and earth are not only ordinary people present, but other creatures can also feel this rhythm from heaven and earth.

The monk who was afraid of breathing disturbed the artistic conception of the world, stared blankly at the rippling water surface and felt a circle of fish coming.

Then in the huge Moon Lake, colorful shadows appeared, and tens of thousands of fish were protruding from under the clear lake, looking curiously at the trembling strings on the platform in the middle of the lake.

Dongdongdongdongdong

The rapid sound of the piano gradually reached the highest peak. The thousands of monks who were staring at him felt a breath from the wilderness and ancient times, and they looked at the world from the sky.

"oh……"

Apart from the sound of the piano, I looked at the moon lake silently, and finally a little noise sounded.

Mrs. Xue and the head of the mansion Qi Yulin seemed to understand something, and both stood up and stared blankly at the ancient famous piano that unknowingly showed a dim light.

Dong

The fingers pressed the strings, but the sound made was not the sound of the piano, but a loud and sad sound:

"Cry"

Under the gaze of everyone, a huge white phantom rushed out from the center of the lake, spreading its wings a hundred feet away, and heading straight into the sky.

The crane's cries were equally ethereal, full of ambition to break through the cage of the heaven and the dungeon, and the unwillingness to die when they were exhausted.

Even if it was tens of thousands of years away, the monks present could still feel the momentum of the red-crowned crane who dared to judge the level of the heaven. It was the real mountain top. Someone once reached the end of the heavenly way, but now no one can enter!

"Wow..."

The noise was everywhere, but it could not suppress the sound of the piano that hit the depths of the soul.

The phantom of the giant crane hovered under the silver moon, looking at the world and everything.

Although the breath dissipated and could not see the outline clearly, the Tuanzi in the viewing pavilion still felt the pressure of being 'the gods were stepped on by mortals', and instinctively spread their wings and poses in the posture of phoenix spreading their wings, trying to evil the big birds in the sky.

Xie Qiutao looked at him in a daze. Although he had heard of the style of the Zhang family's guqin, he realized what height the ancestors of the Xie family had once stood at.

Tang Jingyan next to him looked calm as usual, because the one who was standing in the pavilion now had been replaced by Shangguan Zu who had been standing on the top of the mountain for thousands of years.

The ancestor Shangguan was not shocked by the remaining projection after the giant crane failed to ascend, but looked to the distant north in a blink of an eye and remembered an old friend.

The extreme north of Jiuzhou, the snow peak Tianchi, under the plum tree that blooms all seasons.

The woman in the skirt was like white plum, sat in front of the piano platform and looked to the south.

After pondering for a long time, the woman curled up the corner of her mouth and showed a smile:

"I'm not in front of you, Yingying isn't lazy."

The maid who appeared in the piano responded:

"Isn't the young man who played the piano?"

"If it were him, a piece of white plum and a piece of piano music, I should have moved my heart."

"pity?"

"It's hard to meet a soulmate."

...

Dong

The last string ended in silence.

There was no warm cheer, no excitement or self-sustaining praise, because everyone was silent in the grand artistic conception of gathering but never dispersed, and had not yet come back to their senses.

Whether it is a famous fairy or a low-level cultivator, his eyes were still in the night sky where there was only a silver moon left, staring blankly, as if he was still waiting for something.

Zuo Lingquan was also silent in it, and even felt that his soul, full of evil taste, had desecrated his holy body, and he was free and still did not move, until his mind sounded:

"Hmph~ I'm so awesome, isn't I?"

"Well... the birds live on the fish and the fish do not move, the moon shines on the night deep in the river. There is nothing wrong outside, there is only a piano in the boat. The seven strings are good friends, and the two ears are soulmates. The quiet mind means the sound is weak, and there is no ancient or modern time in the middle... One word is absolutely!"

"Huh?! Hurry up, read it in public, and say to me what to do? Get up and recite poems..."

"hehe……"

Zuo Lingquan curled his lips and smiled. Without listening to Yingying's careful instigation, he stood up, hung his sword around his waist, looked at Mr. Sanzhu, who was standing next to him with his hands behind his back, raised his hand slightly:

"Sir, please."

“…”

A sudden clear voice appeared on the lake, shocking the fish gathered around the platform.

On the three islands, countless monks and fairies frowned secretly. They were about to see who was so distracted by the scenery, but when they saw the young man in white robe standing in the middle of the lake, they were stunned.

Finished playing?

Countless monks were stunned for a long time before breaking free from their intoxication. Shock and disbelief surged into their hearts and made noisy words like sea tides:

"Oh My God……"

"This...just..."

...

Incoherent.

Mr. Sanzhu looked at the sky, immersed in the resonance of the world just now, and even felt something, with a little excitement in his eyes.

After being woken up suddenly, Mr. Sanzhu looked unhappy and looked at the white-robed young man in front of him:

"What's the matter?"

Zuo Lingquan was a little confused and signaled to the piano table:

"It's the gentleman who played the song."

The noise suddenly became quiet, and everyone remembered that this was not a personal recital, but an outsider challenging everyone to the piano.

Mr. Sanzhu looked at the piano platform.
To be continued...