Huang Chiyan returned to the hut where he had been along the way he came, and Huang Chiyan lay on the bed and closed his eyes in meditation. The two pieces of music played by Tianjizi today are still surrounding Huang Chiyan's mind, and Huang Chiyan is still feeling the artistic conception of this qin song in his mind.

Huang Chiyan's mind is sometimes full of spring and change, and sometimes the north wind is bleak and lonely. Huang Chiyan turned to the side, repeatedly realizing the meaning and emotion of this song, as if countless voices poured into his mind.

Huang Chiyan seemed to hear the bleakness of the yellow sand swept by the wind, as if he heard the roar of war drums, as if he heard the roar of soldiers dancing and fighting, and even heard the cry of missing his hometown, and as if he heard the heart-rending wails of the people whose families were broken.

"It's terrifying. Huang Chiyan sighed secretly, after so long, the atmosphere created by this piano sound has been echoing in his mind for a long time, just like the legend, the natural music lingers around the beam for three days and cannot be dissipated for a long time.

Falling asleep at night, Huang Chiyan seemed to have gone deep into the battlefield, everything seemed to be real and illusory.

At sunrise in the east, Huang Chiyan woke up early, tidied up his clothes and walked along yesterday's mountain road. Huang Chiyan walked to the place where he came yesterday, and a melodious piano sound came slowly, and Tianjizi sat on the rock by the stream and played. Huang Chiyan didn't bother Tianjizi, but sat cross-legged on the side, listening to the song quietly, as if there was a sense of detachment.

Half an hour later, after the song was played, Tianjizi waved his hand lightly to stop the sound of the piano, but Huang Chiyan didn't seem to come out in that artistic conception.

Tianjizi raised his head and looked at Huang Chiyan with a smile, and then said lightly: "It's here." Only two words, but this voice was extremely ethereal and penetrating, hitting Huang Chiyan's heart.

Huang Chiyan woke up from his artistic conception, Huang Chiyan looked up and saw Tianjizi looking at him with a smile, so he hurriedly saluted and said, "The student has seen the master." ”

Tianjizi waved his hand and said: "Don't be so polite, it doesn't matter if you are polite or not, we are also teachers and friends to communicate with each other, so we don't have to be too polite." ”

Tianjizi then stroked the strings and said, "Today I will play another song for you, and you will carefully understand the mystery." With that, he began to pluck the strings.

"Yes," Huang Chiyan replied, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, ready to devote himself to the sound of the piano.

Tianjizi's long sleeves fluttered, dancing at will in the wind, as if Tianjizi was playing without force, just in accordance with the heavens and the earth.

As soon as the sound of the piano was poured out, it poured out like flowing water, and Huang Chiyan suddenly felt melancholy as soon as the sound of the piano came out.

Obviously, Huang Chiyan was full of vitality at this time, even if there was a windy weeping willow mountain and water stream, Huang Chiyan still felt a feeling of depression.

Huang Chiyan felt the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, saw the down-and-out poet drinking alone, and also saw the broken intestine and the empty moon. The moon has joys and sorrows, and people have clouds and sunny days. But why is there less when the moon is full, and more when people are scattered? Who is thinking about things and stroking the piano and singing on the green building? Who is looking at each other from a distance on the high platform? Who is borrowing wine to drown homesickness on the lonely boat, but frowning with sorrow?

Huang Chiyan burst into tears, thinking of his hometown of Burning Flame, and even more of his parents and brothers who were already in the West of Bliss.

Chanjuan is less when she is full, and more people are away.

Thinking about things in the world, how impermanent things are?

Huang Chiyan sang involuntarily, as if he had completely integrated into the song, just like a dream if it was empty and real, Huang Chiyan would fall deeper and deeper if he had a deep understanding.

An hour later, the sound of Tianjizi's piano gradually weakened, and it had faintly returned to reality. And Huang Chiyan's face still had a drop of residual tears, he still waited to look at the sky, his eyes looked at the distant sky, and his eyes revealed a strong sense of longing.

With a wave of Tianjizi's sleeves, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Huang Chiyan still couldn't calm down in the artistic conception for a long time.

"Chiyan. Tianjizi saw Huang Chiyan's state and woke Huang Chiyan up lightly.

After Huang Chiyan came to his senses, he looked at Tianjizi, and Tianjizi taught him lightly: "Those who play the piano can enter the country." But don't let the mind be disturbed by negative intentions, stabilize your heart, live in the present, don't let obsession ruin yesterday, and delay today. Yesterday is only for reminiscing, not for regret, tomorrow is for longing, not for boasting, and only today is for change. ”

Huang Chiyan said thoughtfully: "It's because I'm too obsessed, thank you for your advice." ”

Tianjizi said: "The deceased has passed away, don't dig deeper; Remember, remember. ”

Huang Chiyan nodded deeply and said, "Thank you for the teachings of the master, Chiyan will definitely remember the teachings." ”

"I won't comprehend other music today, so you can carefully understand the secret of the artistic conception. Tianjizi put the piano away and stood up silently.

"If you are really annoyed, it is better to walk in this mountain and experience the tranquility and simplicity here. Tianjizi said as he walked.

A month later, it was still the place where Tianjizi played the qin, and at this time, Tianjizi was also playing an ancient piece of music as usual. Huang Chiyan still sat cross-legged on a rock, listening quietly.

Huang Chiyan: In this month, Huang Chiyan is just feeling the qin music and appreciating this fairyland on earth, or feeling the simple and warm folk customs. Huang Chiyan felt that all the fame, power, and desires in his mind had been left behind, and he was just integrated into nature.

As soon as the song was played, Huang Chiyan was able to wake up immediately, and Huang Chiyan had already achieved freedom in the artistic conception. Tianjizi was also satisfied after seeing Huang Chiyan's state and said: "You have been able to integrate well into the artistic conception of it, without being affected by other distracting thoughts." This means that the heart is pure, the will is strong, and you can play the piano. ”

Tianjizi asked again: "There are many kinds of strings such as guzheng, guqin and jinse in guqin instruments, and these ten thousand methods can be connected, I don't know which instrument you are willing to major in." ”

Huang Chiyan said: "Then the guqin." ”

Tianjizi was not surprised, but asked lightly: "Why not the guzheng? You have been listening to the sound of the guzheng for the past month, and the mainstream of the world is the guzheng." ”

Huang Chiyan said: "Chiyan only feels that I seem to be more cordial with the guqin in the dark, and this low and humble guqin will also have his declaration when he is passionate, and I still prefer the guqin." ”

Tianjizi waved his robe, and a simple black guqin appeared in front of him, Tianjizi picked up the guzheng and handed it to Huang Chiyan and said: "Among the ten thousand laws, the explanation starts from the most unpretentious place. You can learn to play this most ordinary guqin first, and then continue to go deeper when you can fully express the meaning of the song you want to express. ”

Huang Chiyan hurriedly took it and said, "Thank you, master, I don't know where Chiyan is going to start?"

Tianjizi took out a yellowish book from his sleeve and handed it to Huang Chiyan, and said lightly: "You practice these first, these are the most basic music, and when you can use overtones, buckle shakes, arpeggios, rounding, close pinching, finger rolling, short notes, columns, scratching outside the column, and twisting, you can practice other music." ”

Huang Chiyan took the score and began to look through it, this score is not a high-end famous song such as "Yangchun White Snow", "Yuqiao Q&A", "Guangling San", "Ambush on All Sides", etc., but just some small tunes for practice.

Of course, if Huang Chiyan is allowed to get started, he will play "Alpine Flowing Water" and "Plum Blossom Three Alleys", and Huang Chiyan will not be able to play it. Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and only by mastering the most basic can we get up the nine-story platform and travel thousands of miles.

Huang Chiyan repeatedly figured out the qin music, groping on the guqin over and over again. For the first time, it was like a short string cracking that was extremely unpleasant and harsh, like slaughtering a pig and killing a cow. After exploring many times, Huang Chiyan's technique gradually improved, and he could stumble to play some tunes.

As the night fell, Huang Chiyan said goodbye to Tianjizi and returned to his cabin, lying on the bed to carefully understand the correspondence between the sound of the piano and the fingering, and it was difficult to sleep this night.

For the next period of time, Huang Chiyan has been asking Tianjizi for advice on piano performance.