They came downstairs, three people and three kinds of decorations, which seemed a bit of a different scenery.

People come and go downstairs, vehicles pass through, for this reason the old monk also specially instructed Jiang Ni to wear painting tools and drawing paper, and also brought a guqin.

Jiang Ni is now wearing a flowing light green skirt, she can be vulgar at any time without a ring, so she never cares about dressing up, as long as she likes any scene, she can wear clothes that represent the scene.

looked at the style building, and then returned to the statue of Zhang Jiuling, and admired the demeanor of Zhang Jiuling, a very influential generation of courtiers and literati in the Tang Dynasty at that time.

In front of the statue of Zhang Jiuling is a park square, where many locals or tourists come for a walk, there is a stone table next to it, some leisure people are still playing cards there, and some are enjoying food and snacks while watching the scenery.

They came to a table, and the monk said, "Well, it's rare to Yaxing, I'll play a song for you."

"Well, okay" Jiang Ni wiped the table with paper after speaking, put the guqin on the table, and the monk sat down and stroked the qin with both hands.

The monk took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suddenly opened his eyes to reveal his essence, and his hands exchanged and played like a flowing stream, and the sound of the piano was like a thin wave of flowing water rippling around people, sometimes gurgling, sometimes rattling, sometimes clicking the sound of raindrops dripping down from the leaves.

All of a sudden, the people around the card players stopped the movements in their hands, and listened quietly, and the pedestrians on the road also stopped their footsteps and listened, all the aunts, grandmothers, aunts, uncles, uncles, beautiful girls, children, etc. all walked over slowly, wanting to listen to such a beautiful piano sound at close range, and to be able to hear such a clear piano sound in the noisy place of the city.

The monk's white beard looks so energetic, and at the moment he is pushing his eyes slightly high, a mountain is not high, there are immortals, the spirit water is no longer deep, there is a dragon is spirit, and the drunkard's intention is not in the state of wine.

He broke through himself, the sound of the piano is me, I am the sound of the piano.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly turned, and a fierce and violent treble came out, as if it was like the galloping and tearing roar of thousands of horses and horses slamming in all directions, which made people listen to it so heartbroken, as if they couldn't get through.

Walking vehicles heard the sound of the piano also almost had a car accident, brakes and stepped on the foot uncontrollably, to the vehicle behind to be scolded only to be shocked, the original monk is to play the piano with real qi, the sound of the piano can wear far away, and there is a strong penetrating power, making the sound of the piano more impurities, noise more auditory all-round influence and shock.

Half an hour later, the monk played a lot of songs, and when the monk stopped playing the minute, He Zhixing and Jiang Ni woke up, and the rest of the ordinary people had not yet turned around, and they were still immersed in the sound of the piano just now, and they didn't wake up.

When everyone woke up, the monk had already adjusted his pranayama, and asked Jiang Ni to take out the painting tools, brushes and paper, and he wanted to paint on the spot in one go.

He Zhixing really didn't expect to be pleasantly surprised, he heard the beautiful piano skills, and now he came to see the monk's painting skills, and he was really happy, what kind of surprise would the monk bring him?

Jiang Ni and He Zhixing were responsible for the monk's master, grinding and grinding the ink, carefully laying out the drawing paper, and making the preparations before making various shades and colors.