The sound of the flute has stopped, but the birds are still there, and the colorful feathers are dancing, playing a joyful prologue on the peak of the fairy guiding the way.

The sound of Songyun's piano was sad and sad, but it touched the fragile string in the heart of the Hongchen monk, and it was not vulgar and sad to the end.

The sound of the piano contrasts with the importance of the perseverance of the Taoist heart, which makes people feel deeply.

The white-haired man, the first song I don't know is all nonsense, and although the second song has the beauty of the rhythm, it is incoherent, and even contradicts itself in rhythm.

The third piece is like a delicate fairy music, attracting a hundred birds to fly together, and after listening to it, people always feel that there is something in the cheerful music, not that there is only emptiness left after the joy, but many people can't tell what it feels like.

Therefore, it is difficult for everyone to judge whether the sadness of Songyun's qin sound is good, or the joy of the white-haired man's flute sound is better. Although the middle-aged man said that it was not important, it was important for most monks to judge whether they were superior or not.

Just when everyone was about to discuss, Song Yun seemed to come back to his senses, he got up with the qin, wrapped up, put it on his shoulder, and left slowly without saying a word.

He walked down the Immortal Guiding Peak step by step, and just as his figure was about to disappear, a voice suddenly came:

"It's me who loses, and that's it for the shadow hand. ”

The ...... were dumbfounded, and no one bothered him, and many wondered why.

Bai Xingjian smiled and didn't answer anything, or that they didn't have a conversation from the beginning, everything was in the piano flute.

The middle-aged man who wrote the poem sighed at Song Yun's increasingly blurred back, and turned to Bai Xingjian: "It's all done with fun, and it's rare to do it as you like." It's a pity that that boy seems to be carrying too much, and you are missing this chic. But like the sound of the piano, this is his way. ”

"Even more so, sir. Ha ha. Bai Xingjian was still so free and uninhibited, and he suddenly smiled: "Sir, would you like to teach me to compose poetry?"

"Okay, it's rare that Childe is interested in ......"

The qin Xiao dispersed, and most of the monks turned their attention to the two battlefields in the distance, and could quietly savor the sound of the qin flute just now, leaving only most of the mortal literati and some young women.

……

"Why did he say he lost, I think it's all very good. Yi Lingling was puzzled and muttered to himself.

Zi Lingling suddenly ran in front of Yi Lingling, patted his chest, and said, "Hehe, I know, I know." Yi Lingling didn't believe it, glanced at him, and said, "You know? Hmph, then you can hear it." ”

"Because he played three tunes, he played one. Zi Lingxue grinned, and showed three fingers as she spoke, gesturing.

Yi Lingling was speechless, glanced at him, and snorted: "Is that the key!"

"Hey, just kidding, I actually know. ”

Suddenly, there was the sound of a day behind them.

"Song Yun's piano sound implies killing, but the white-haired man's flute sound is pure flute sound, maybe this is where Song Yun finally thinks she lost. ”

The Divine Maiden of Light Dust said suddenly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes full of fairy aura looked ahead, and her voice moved like a heavenly sound.

She broke through the mystery in one sentence, and this is the reason why Song Yun was defeated.

"Sister, is it done?" Yi Lingling was overjoyed and turned his head.

Yi Qingwu shook her head slightly, she was here to find an answer to one thing.

Zi Lingling scratched her head and said with a smile: "Sister Fairy, why did you say what I was going to say, it's so hard for me to say anything now." ”

Yi Lingling puffed out his mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "Hmph, shameless." ”

"I really know. Why don't we take a gamble?" Zi Lingling smiled and looked a little embarrassed

Yi Lingling knew at a glance that Zi Ling Ling was pretending, and she knew what he was thinking, so she said casually: "Then you can talk about it first." ”

"If I'm right, you'll agree to stay with me. ”

"Phew, but if you can say it, then I can think about it. Yi Lingling said it as soon as she slipped her mouth, and when she wanted to say something wrong, the words in Zi Lingling's mouth were already like a surging river.

Zi Lingling said: "Hehe, in fact, Song Yun's piano sound has psychedelic sword intent, which is both an illusion and a sword intent, which can be described as very terrifying. ”

But after the sound of the piano, the white-haired man didn't look like anything at all, which shows that the white-haired man's own cultivation is very good, at least no longer relaxed. ”

And when the white-haired man played the flute, Song Yun was ready. But suddenly found that the white-haired man's flute sound was only the sound of the flute...... In the end, he may feel that he is a bit of a villain, or he has lost in the amount of energy. ”

In fact, the white-haired man didn't say that he wanted to compete at all at first, he didn't say that he wanted to compete for cultivation, he didn't say anything about the rhythm of the competition, he just said that he was playing a duet. ”

Zi Lingling said so much in one breath, and he was not tired, he took a deep breath and hit the railroad while it was hot: "Hehe, Lingling, let's be together." ”

Yi Lingling wanted to praise him, but unfortunately the words came to his lips and were broken up by Zi Lingling's last sentence, Yi Lingling's little face fluttered red,

"This is not counted, this is what my sister said just now. Yi Lingling said indignantly.

"No, I'll talk about it then. Zi Lingling was not discouraged, he looked at Yi Lingling obscenely, and then said: "They didn't say a word when they played, but the words were all in the piano sound. ”

The sound of Songyun's piano said that there was nothing else on the road except loneliness and the road under his feet, but he felt that he couldn't move forward, and he was helpless. Zi Lingling seemed to be substituted into Song Yun's artistic conception.

The poet also heard the sound of the man's piano, so he wrote a poem, singing about the white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers, that is, there are many scenery on the road, and the sun should be kept shining. ”

"I don't know if the white-haired man was inspired to compose three songs. But I could hear what he meant. The first song is not a bit of music at all. What he wants to convey is that there is no definition of vocal music, and that every movement is vocal music."

"His second song, although it has a rhythm, is very messy and patchwork. Maybe he was trying to say that the one that makes people laugh is music. Laughter is the rhythm of music. ”

Zi Lingling's words were very reasonable, and Yi Lingling, who listened to it, nodded again and again, and even the Qingchen Saintess on the side couldn't help but admire this teenage little ghost in her heart, although he said vocal music, it was enough to reflect the whole life.

Zi Lingling paused for a moment, and did not reply for a long time, Yi Lingling asked what the third song meant.

"The third song, ah......" Zi Lingling looked a little speechless and stopped, looking at Yi Lingling's truth-seeking eyes, Zi Lingling cleared his throat and said loudly:

"The third song! So I can win the heart of a woman!

After finishing speaking, Zi Lingling had jealousy and envy on her face.

Yi Lingling's face froze there, her heart seemed to be a deer fluttering and fluttering, she knew Zi Lingling's heart for him, thinking of this, her face was so red that she couldn't look good, she said angrily: "Zi Lingling, when will you be able to use your little bit of wisdom on the right path, no wonder your father always says that he wants to beat you." ”

(End of chapter)