Ning Cheng said truthfully, in front of these music masters, he was just a beginner apprentice, only a little better than those ordinary people, he knew this very well, so he didn't dare to be presumptuous at will.

"Then come up with a theme of turning the wind, and you can play it yourself. ”

Hearing this answer, Ning Cheng was slightly stunned, and then thought hard.

It seemed that he was afraid that Ning Cheng would misunderstand the topic, and a voice came from inside: "It's the one who stays." ”

"Please give me a moment. ”

After speaking, Ning Cheng fell into deep thought.

Xu Mo walked up and whispered in his ear, "Or, I'll ask someone to invite him out?"

He bit a word of invitation very hard, obviously wanting to use the moves of the rich second generation in the past, Ning Cheng hurriedly stopped him: "This is the teacher invited for Yan'er, don't mess around." ”

Xu Mu on the side ended a game of mobile games, and then he pouted: "Don't be energetic." ”

Picking up his mobile phone, he asked Xu Mo about the previous situation, and chuckled: "Isn't this the legendary strategy boss, now this is the first level, there is also the second level, the third level, the test is completed, and this Master Ai can be invited home as a teacher." ”

"Cut, you've only had games in your head all day, so what do you say you're going to do?"

Hearing Xu Mu taking the opportunity to joke, Xu Mo couldn't help but shake his head.

"It's none of my business. ”

After speaking, Xu Mu took out his mobile phone again and played the game.

These people know the previous topic, and besides, there are many people who admire Ai Wen in the first place, even ordinary people, after a long time of hearing and seeing, they also know some about music.

A young man walked to the door and held a flute: "It's quite inspirational below, and I invite Master Ai to listen to a song." ”

"Please. ”

The melodious sound of the flute, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, is enough to show this person's strong musical skills.

After the song was played, many people stood up and applauded.

Ning Cheng only felt a little irritable in his heart, these ants were too noisy, disturbing his train of thought.

"Master Ai, please let me go outside, it's really noisy here. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

With Ai Wen's permission, Ning Cheng walked out of the crowd directly.

"Don't be discouraged, young man, it's just a tune, it's not hard to come up with. ”

"That's it, Master Ai is not as serious as you think. ”

"Yes, listening to Master Ai's comments also inspires you. ”

……

Inadvertently, a lot of people have gathered here, and they are kind words to persuade each other.

But Ning Cheng just shook his head, and left the crowd amid everyone's regret.

"Ning Cheng, it's good for you to listen to Master Ai's comments, just like the strategy dungeon, you have to absorb some lessons from others. Xu Mu followed and persuaded him.

"There's no need to listen. ”

Ning Cheng faintly returned, even with the level of music that he thought he was just getting started, he could hear that the young man before was not more about the theme of saving the wind, but for showing off his skills.

It's not terrible to show off, it's terrible to disturb the rhythm and rhythm of a whole piece for the sake of showing off, and that young man made such a mistake.

"Go back, I'll go around. ”

With that, he turned around and left. In his mind, there was already an answer, it just needed something to find that feeling.

Ai Wen has reached her own level, and she has also sent someone to show up, which shows that she has something he values in herself.

It's something that can be done at your current level, and it's definitely not deliberately difficult.

As for the proposition of saving the wind, Ning Cheng also felt that there was a deep meaning in it, but he didn't realize it.

Thinking like this, he walked to the river and sat on the embankment, but he never caught that feeling.

"Boss, get a pack of cigarettes. ”

After thinking about it for a long time to no avail, Ning Cheng decided to buy a pack of cigarettes first, returned to the river embankment and lit it, but he didn't smoke it, watching the wisp of cyan smoke drift away in the wind.

Saving the wind?

Ning Cheng stretched out his hand, but he got nothing, and he didn't leave anything.

In his world, all the instruments, and even all the stories, are the same, in order to convey some kind of emotion.

Many immortal emperors in the immortal world like to listen to books, isn't what they seek is that feeling?

I like to look for the shadow of myself in those people in the story, or find the kind of emotion I want.

Closing his eyes, Ning Cheng carefully felt the flowing air.

"Is this the wind?"

In his consciousness, a breeze jumped over the gravel stalls on the riverbank, stroked the green grass, and climbed over the high river embankment with difficulty, and pounced on Ning Cheng's face.

With a little fishy smell of river water, and a soft grass fragrance.

As the wind blew, he jerked around, trying to catch the breath, but nothing could be saved.

A wave of regret and helplessness came to my heart.

Ning Cheng opened his eyes suddenly, he knew.

The so-called saving the wind and setting up the topic is just to express the helplessness and regret that you want to stay but can't.

What surprised Ning Cheng the most was that the wisp of extreme intent in his body had actually grown a little, although it was only a small one, but it had indeed grown.

"Is it true that the ultimate meaning is all kinds of perceptions and experiences?"

Ning Cheng thoughtfully.

Thinking of the process of obtaining his extreme intention, he nodded slightly, yes, the extreme intention is his own emotions, and the more profound the extreme intention, the stronger it is.

Recalling that when he was in the immortal realm, he was either cultivating or on the way to cultivation, and his heart was in a trance.

"Could it be that there is no reason why there is no Infinite Supreme in the Immortal Realm, it is actually here?"

Isn't it true that one is so busy with cultivation that he ignores the simplest feelings of a person, and the most powerful strength of a person, from all kinds of feelings.

From this point of view, as long as the cultivators on the earth are not busy cultivating like the Immortal Realm, they may be able to achieve a higher strength than the Immortal Realm people!

Now among the cultivators he knew, almost every one of them had their own lives, take Zhao Shanqing as an example, although his cultivation was very low, he never ventured, but worked steadily, and enjoyed the time with those young men more often.

"Forget it, when they cultivate to the extreme, it is estimated that I will not be far from the Wuji Supreme. ”

"Let's think about it first, how to get this tune. ”

At Ai Wen's door, after another young man finished playing, Ai Wen's voice came out: "I was a little impatient, and I didn't render the emotions in it, but the emotions you preached were like two penguins ready to court, and they had nothing to do with Bangfeng." ”

Hearing this, the young man blushed, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

More than a dozen young people were frustrated one after another, and those who wanted to play did not dare to come out again.

At this moment, Ning Cheng walked in from the crowd.

"Here we are! Today's Lord is here. ”

"Alas, I don't know what kind of evaluation this lad will get. ”

"I don't know, but looking at his confident appearance, it doesn't seem bad. ”

……

"Well, what instrument do you need, young man? I'll get it for you. ”

An old man asked enthusiastically.

Ning Cheng raised the green leaf in his hand and shook his head slightly.