Chapter 2845 is destined to hell

Runan Zhou's surname? Zhou Wenzi?

These words were thrown out, Yue Xiaoxiao and the members of the Zhao clan instantly thought of the Zhou clan, and their faces changed in unison to touch the gun in their waists, obviously they all thought that the person in front of them was the master of the Zhou clan, hiding here and preparing to attack Zhao Heng, so the murderous aura blooming in their eyes invisibly filled the entire mountain temple.

Zhao Heng was also stunned when he heard the old man's answer, but there was no panic on his face, no matter whether Zhou Wenzi was a master of the Zhou family or not, it was impossible for him to come to the mountain temple to wait for him, you know, Zhao Heng came to the Big Buddha Temple today on a whim, and it was even more accidental to go around to the back mountain.

Ten minutes ago, even Zhao Heng himself didn't know that he would come here, how could Zhou Wenzi be ambushed by the prophet? And if you simply analyze the comprehensive life signals such as pulse, heartbeat, and breathing, Zhou Wenzi, who is sitting in front of Zhao Heng, is a weak person who does not know martial arts at all.

Where can such a weak person kill himself? Zhao Heng stretched out a slender finger to stop the movement of the smaller and smaller as if facing the enemy, and asked them to retreat to the door to wait, and then he turned his gaze on the old man's face and said: "Runan Zhou's surname?" Zhou Wenzi, good place, good name! ”

"Boy Zhao Heng!"

Old Man Bai didn't have any amazing momentum and monstrous coercion, he was like an ordinary old man, but he had a pampered and unfazed temperament, he waved his hand to Zhao Heng gently: "No matter how good the surname is, no matter how good the name is, it is just a symbol and an embellishment in the world." ”

He stretched out his hand to stroke the guqin in front of him, and his voice carried a vicissitudes of life: "Only some spirit or blood will be passed down forever, just like the piano in my hand, 3,100 years of history, the sun rises and falls, the tide rises and falls, things change and the stars change, but it has come to the present." ”

Zhao Heng was a little surprised: "Three thousand and one hundred years? ”

Zhou Wenzi seemed to have expected Zhao Heng to be surprised, his fingers slid lightly on the strings, and a pleasant sound sounded sound, and the voice came out softly: "Yes, more than three thousand years, enough for us to live for fifty lifetimes, it was only five strings at first, and then it became seven strings, do you know what it is called?" ”

Zhao Heng smiled: "Old Zhou will test me? ”

Zhou Wenzi shook his head: "Pure communication!" ”

Zhao Heng exhaled a long breath, then looked at the guqin on the table and said: "More than three thousand years ago, the Zhou Dynasty was in power!" Zhao Heng took a closer look at the guqin: "If this qin comes from the Zhou era, it has lasted for thousands of years without changing the sound quality and not rotting, obviously from the powerful family." ”

Zhao Heng knocked on his head and tried to say his cognition: "Only the powerful can find this material, and can properly protect it from damage and decay; It changed from five strings to seven strings, which reminds me of a guqin in the Zhou Dynasty, written by Bo Yi Kao. ”

When a touch of surprise flashed in Zhou Wenzi's eyes, Zhao Heng said lightly: "It originally only had five strings, King Wen of Zhou added one string in order to mourn his dead son Bo Yi Kao, and when King Wu of Zhou fell, in order to increase morale, he added another string. ”

"That's why that piano is also called the Wenwu lyre."

When a touch of approval appeared in the eyes of the old man Bai, Zhao Heng sat up straight and added: "But its most commendable name is not the Wenwu lyre, but the stump, I heard that when the Zhou family was destroyed, the palace was burned to the ground, and the lyre was also burned to the north." ”

Zhao Heng searched for limited knowledge: "Later, in order to avoid the greed of others, and to commemorate the bumpy history of this guqin, he changed its name, stump, three thousand years have passed, I thought it had long since turned to ashes, but I didn't expect it to be in your old hands!" ”

"Sure enough, good eyesight!"

The old man Bai gave a thumbs up and praised without hesitation: "A limited amount of information, just let you guess the origin of this guqin, and you can also bring out its rare history one by one, that's right, it is the stump that has been passed down for 3,000 years, little brother, you are really the old man's bosom friend." ”

Zhao Heng touched the sweat on his forehead, fortunately he guessed the origin of this piano, otherwise it would be a shame to make a mistake after chattering, and at the same time secretly grateful to Uncle Feng for his years of encouragement, if it wasn't for him coercing himself to look at those ancient histories, it is estimated that he would have made a fool of himself just now.

"Little brother, it's fate to see each other!"

A smile of relief appeared on Zhou Wenzi's face, and he opened his sleeves with a full pair of hands: "In this kind of place and environment, how rare is it to meet a destined person?" People say that wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, today I want to say, Qin is a thousand bosom friends, little brother, let me play a song for you! ”

Zhao Heng responded loudly: "Thank you, Old Zhou!" ”

Zhou Wenzi had a faint smile on his face, and then gently put his hands on the strings, only to hear the sound of "ding dong", the ethereal sound of the piano, and immediately occupied Zhao Heng's heart, Zhao Heng's fingers touched the weapon on his waist, but he suddenly felt that a qiē weapon was redundant.

This is also the first time he has this feeling, the sound of the piano seems to have led him into another world, where there are no swords and guns, and there is no anger, why should people kill? Not only did he kill himself, but he also had to force others to kill people, Zhao Heng's nerves gradually relaxed, and he seemed to be relieved.

The sound of the piano suddenly became farther away. In the ear but clear.

The sound of the stump is very special, not like the erhu like crying and complaining, but it is more euphemistic and lingering than the erhu, it is the kind of lingering that goes back and forth, which is a bit heart-wrenching; It is not as loud and cheerful as the guzheng, and the performance effect is immediate, but it is peaceful and calm, and there is a deep groan in the heart.

It is not as sharp as the pipa, the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate style straightforward, it is a moisturizing and silent subtlety, showing the due emotion, quietly controlling the severity of the matter, such a sound determines that it is not suitable for ensemble instruments, but suitable for solo performance.

Zhou Wenzi's piano skills are very high, every sound is fascinating, the overtones are light and clear, the scattered sounds are calm and vigorous, the sound is soothing or agitated or dignified, and the fingering of the guqin notes, swords, kneading and chanting makes people truly experience the taste of the lingering and out-of-the-box image.

This is like a stick of incense slowly dancing in the air, real and virtual, swirling away, like the kind of ink smoke cloud in Chinese painting, so that Zhao Heng is also like being on the ethereal, the smaller it suddenly appears, Zhao Heng's face is rare relaxed, with a relief that has never been seen before.

Eyes clear! Cleanse the mind!

"Ding!"

When the last note fell, Zhao Heng closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then opened his eyes and shook again, this was the first time he had such respect for outsiders, what he respected was not this person, but the unparalleled piano skills in the world, noble and unique art, and noble and independent personality.

"Old Zhou, thank you!"

With a sense of respect on his face, Zhao Heng looked at the old man and cast a sincere gaze: "Thank you for letting me hear such a beautiful sound of the piano, the whole person is a lot easier, if I can, I would like to invite Zhou Lao to Hengmen to drink a cup of tea, to show Zhao Heng's heart, I hope Zhou Lao can appreciate his face." ”

"Why thank me?!"

Zhou Wenzi burst out with a hearty laugh, then stood up and waved his hand: "Your heart is like a mirror, the reason why you are depressed is just that the mirror is covered with dust, my piano sound just brushes away that layer of dust, meet the right person in the right place, and listen to the right piano again!" ”

"That's all!"

He glanced at the sunlight shining in through the window, and then looked at Zhao Heng's meaningful opening: "A little more sunshine and less darkness in your heart, you will be in a completely different world than before, the mirror in your heart will not be dusted too quickly, and life will be a lot more fun." ”

The old man's words were full of philosophy: "When you have time or not, look at your eyes in the mirror to see if they are as clear as a baby, and if you can't find a little clarity now, then you should go out and bask in the sun and do a few happy things." ”

Zhao Heng bowed his head slightly: "The kid has been taught!" ”

Zhou Wenzi put away the stump on the table, then walked slowly outside with his back on his back, and said with a smile when he passed by Zhao Heng: "A thousand gold is easy to get, a confidant is hard to find, I also want to have a good get-together with you, have a cup of tea, and play another song, but if I want to see the old man today, I can only meet again another day!" ”

"Little brother, don't worry, you and I have an unfinished fate, we will definitely see you again!"

Zhao Heng didn't force the old man to stay when he saw that he was leaving, and waved his hand to let them get out of the way: "Old Zhou, go slowly, you can go to Hengmen to find me when you are free, or you can ask someone to give a message when you arrive, and the kid can go to visit, I hope you can have good memories in the capital." ”

The old man's footsteps paused slightly: "Good memories? What a hope! ”

Then he didn't explain anything, he walked towards the door with light steps, and nodded warmly when he passed the members of the Zhao family, Zhao Heng looked at his thin but firm back, and then looked at the dilapidated mountain temple, and couldn't help but say: "Old Zhou, why did you choose this place to play the piano?" ”

"Because this is where I have memories!"

Zhou Wenzi's footsteps stagnated slightly: "Play a song to pay tribute to the old days." He also turned his head to look around the inside of the mountain temple, with a touch of melancholy on his face: "Things are not people, although things are shabby, they can still be recognized as objects from the past, but the mountain god is a little abrupt." ”

He shook his head: "I don't know who painted snakes!" Immediately, Zhou Wenzi bowed slightly to the mountain temple, turned around and walked outside again, and soon, his figure disappeared from Zhao Heng's field of vision, Zhao Heng looked outside the door where there was no human figure, and then looked back at the tall mountain god.

Yue Xiaoxiao walked up, raised his right hand, and the sword light rolled towards the mountain god.

"Dang!"

Zhao Heng pinched the blade, shook his head and said: "Don't move it, it's a trap, who knows if the mountain god has done anything!" Then, Zhao Heng flashed a touch of self-deprecation: "The sound of the piano just made my heart cleanse, and in a blink of an eye, I subconsciously gave birth to a dark psychology." ”

"It seems that I am destined to go to hell!"

Yue Xiaoxiao didn't respond, just tilted his head sideways to look at the mountain god.

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