Chapter 832: Fengming Nine Days
"My grandfather, because of this piano matter all his life, became his inner demon, and he was still a little unwilling until he died. So our family left this rule, that is, as long as you can play this qin and say the name of this qin, this qin will be given to you. If not, even if you give me ten million gold, I won't sell it. ”
The corners of Yun Buregret's mouth twitched, he could be sure that this qin was indeed a treasure. But he didn't know how it was to be played, let alone what it was called. After Bao Shan heard Yun Buregret's conversation with the shopkeeper, she also looked over and looked the piano in front of her up and down.
In this regard, whether it is the shopkeeper or Yun Buregret, no one has spoken out to stop it. Even they had some expectations, if Bao Shan could play the piano, it would be a good thing. Of course, Yun did not regret it, and he did not focus all his hopes on Bao Shan, because he knew that Bao Shan, this girl, was almost unreliable.
Opened his inner world to the outside world, and then began to ask everyone who was in the inner world to ask everyone, who knew what kind of qin this was? Originally, the people in the inner world were quite happy during this time, but suddenly there were tens of thousands of people in it. Although it is said that these tens of thousands of people usually practice in addition to refining the army, there are occasionally some, and when they are resting, everyone gets together to talk and talk. Even started to hold a barbecue ceremony there, which was quite a pleasant little day.
However, today suddenly received Yun does not regret it, after asking for help. Everyone stared at the piano in front of them with wide eyes, not knowing what kind of piano it was? Tens of thousands of people, you look at me, I see that you don't have the slightest impression of this. Even the ground brown bear stood there staring at it for a long time, and finally shook its head.
Yun Buregret has been completely disappointed in such a scene, so many people can't know what the name of this qin is, I'm afraid that this qin obviously has nothing to do with him. It's just that like this, a treasure continues to be dusted here.
At this moment of speaking, this Bao Shan Ke came to the side of this piano. When I took the instrument out of the bottom compartment, I found that it was covered with dust. Look at the dense dust, and the cobwebs. Bao Shan felt a trace of sadness in her heart at this moment.
"The guqin is dusty in the dream harbor, and the morning dawn has been forgotten for a hundred years. The armrest removes the dust in the piano, and the vicissitudes of life can't help but gush up. A famous song is sung in ancient and modern times, and Feng Ming hates it for nine days. Today go with me, three strings and nine songs break the soul. ”
Bao Shan said as she held a handkerchief in her hand, where she gently removed the dust from the guqin. Yun Buregret looked at Bao Shan in surprise, this was the first time he had seen Bao Shan doing things, and he was so focused. Watching Bao Shan remove all the dust on the entire guqin little by little, Yun Buregret's heart was touched.
I don't know why, but in the dark, he has a feeling that Bao Shan and the guqin in front of him seem to be one in themselves, as if they were one in their previous lives. When Yun Buregret had this feeling, he himself felt a little strange, because it was incredible. Bao Shan was talking for a while, but the dust on the guqin was clean.
And even so, he still didn't seem satisfied, and changed two new handkerchiefs until the whole guqin was wiped spotlessly, and then he nodded in satisfaction. Then I only saw Bao Shan, who sat cross-legged on the ground and put the guqin on top of his legs.
When he saw this, both Yun Buregret and the owner of the shop were surprised, could it be that Bao Shan could really play this strange guqin in front of him. Yun Buregret had a little bit of joy in his heart, because if this was the case, it was a good thing, and he had already concluded that this qin must be a treasure. Originally, I was a little unbearable because I missed the battle with him, but I didn't expect it to be a twist and turn.
However, when Bao Shan's hand touched the strings, Yun Buregret was stupid. There was no beautiful movement at that moment, but Bao Shan sat there alone, looking self-absorbed, how about he seemed to be enjoying this extremely beautiful piece of music, but he didn't regret that he didn't hear a sound.
Originally, the owner of the piano shop was also a little strange at first, and even thought that Bao Shan was pretending to be there. But after looking closely, he found that it was not because of the emotion on Bao Shan's face, it was indeed true feelings. Especially when Bao Shan continued to play, his eyebrows were raised and he was in a low mood, which was clearly a violent fluctuation of the whole person with the sound of the piano.
Yun doesn't regret it, I don't know what this is all about. The boss didn't understand what the reason was? If this was clearly a self-inflicted show by Bao Shan, he felt that something was wrong. But if not, they can't explain it clearly. Could it be that Bao Shan's acting skills are really so good, they have reached the point of perfection.
And as Bao Shan continued to play, the owner of the piano shop slowly finally felt the difference. Because at that moment, he found that all kinds of guqins in his entire piano shop were automatically playing when no one was playing.
The music produced by each sound is different, but in this moment, all the music of this life seems to be touched, high and low at the same time. If the two of them thought that Bao Shan was deliberately putting on a show by themselves a moment ago. So now, they can be sure that this guqin can really be sweet and beautiful, but not everyone can hear it.
As Bao Shan continued to play, the sound of the piano gradually became high-pitched. It seemed as if there were 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals fighting there. In an instant, thunder rolled and the wind blew. Even at this moment, the sound of birds and beasts chirping is incessant. Suddenly, there was a feeling that there were tens of thousands, if not more, of phoenixes flying in the void.
Riding the wind and howling the divine beasts in the sky, as long as you close your eyes, that love and wood seem to be instantly reflected in front of your eyes. At this time, not to mention that the owner of the shop was surprised that Yun Buregret was just a piece of music, who would have thought that there would be such a rebellion. The boss stood up in shock, tears welling up in his eyes, and he kept muttering to himself.
"Grandfather, you haven't looked away, the reason why no one has cared about this guqin all these years is because they don't deserve to play it. ”
Bao Shan was not disturbed by the external environment, holding the guqin in her hand and quietly feeling the artistic conception in her heart. In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han Dynasty, the Long March has not been returned, but the dragon city will fly in, not called Hu Madu Yin Mountain.
I don't know why, at that moment, Yun Buregret rose in his heart to be such a poem, and there was a little sadness between the pride. I don't know if I'm infected by this music or if the tune itself has this meaning that makes you sad.
In the process of Bao Shan's continuous playing, I saw a little guy slowly emerging from the world in his body. This is Baoshan's golden-winged Dapeng egg, which has been hatching for so long. However, this little guy seems to be more shy, but he just doesn't come out, but today, in the sound of beautiful music, he automatically emerged from Bao Shan's inner world, and then in this room, constantly swirling.
Originally, the space and environment constructed in the music were illusory, but when the Golden-winged Roc joined it, there was a reality in the virtuality and the virtual in the real, and they merged with each other. Yun Buregret was surprised to see this special change in the scene, and his heart could be described as shocked. No one knows better than him that the music that Bao Shan has evolved at this moment is about to transform into a realm.
Everyone who enters the Dharma level has their own domain, and Bao Shan is no exception. It's just that Bao Shan hasn't used it much for so long, so it can be imagined that his domain is actually not very strong. It is even said that it is just a symbol of entering the normal direction, and there is no combat power at all.
At this moment, Yun Buregret was suddenly surprised to find that Bao Shan could use music to construct a field for herself, which was simply incredible. Moreover, this kind of realm is completely different from the kind of realm that you cultivate, because it has no restrictions on location, no time restrictions, and no restrictions on the size of space.
If this kind of realm is suddenly used on a specific occasion, it is simply a magic weapon of victory. Yun Buregret was extremely surprised in his heart, but what surprised him even more was that. The golden-winged Roc's eggs began to gradually break through in this realm. As the Golden-Winged Roc broke out of its shell, a glimmer of light was born in this realm.
It was also at this moment that Yun Buregret suddenly found that different changes had taken place in this field. Because at this moment, he felt that there seemed to be an extremely strange force in this realm. This power is like a newborn baby growing rapidly there, and in this power, he can clearly perceive a kind of desolate aura that opens up the world.
Especially when the Golden-Winged Dapeng completely broke out of its shell, Yun Buregret found that there was another one more in this field, and a new ability was derived. No one can say exactly how useful this power is. But one thing is certain, this derived power may be so strong that it is boundless. And with this derivative force, Yun Buregret found that this field constructed by the sound of the piano is also growing rapidly. The appearance of this special power made Yun Buregret feel inexplicably excited in his heart.