Chapter 151 Half a pot of yarn

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This woman is Nangong Makusha. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

can play a good guzheng, and there is only Nangong Makusha in the whole of Kyoto.

He pondered for many days, and finally determined the identity of the Divine Array Master.

This butterfly silver hairpin was an apology gift given to him by Nangong Musha, saying that as long as he was in need and injected divine thoughts into it, she could feel it, and she could come to help her and return him a favor.

Later, he was trapped in the Nightmare Dao Realm, originally thinking that this butterfly silver hairpin was weird, but later he searched for it inside and out with his divine thoughts, and it was indeed just an ordinary silver hairpin.

Nangong Mu's heart is not bad, and he is ashamed of him, maybe it is a breakthrough point.

But sir, I didn't expect this thing to have a call function?

"Well, this thing is a mobile phone!"

Zhou Shao looked at the butterfly silver hairpin back and forth, thinking about making a mobile phone after going out, sending one to each wife, and calling to report safety if there was anything to do.

"What is a cell phone?"

Qingling's voice came again, Zhou Shao was stunned, it was not from the silver hairpin, he looked up, and saw an antique woman kneeling on the fishing boat in the lake, wearing a curved triple coat, and a guzheng in front of him.

It turned out that it wasn't a mobile phone, and this chick was already here.

"Mobile phones are a communication tool commonly used by my family, they can talk to each other hundreds of miles apart, if you become my wife in the future, I will send each of you a mobile phone, not only can you talk, but also play games on the Internet, watch love action movies." Zhou Shao explained.

Nangong Mu Su gently pressed the short strings of the guzheng with his hand and tried the sound: "Sounds interesting, are you sure you want to listen to me play the zither?" ”

Is this chick really here to keep her promise?

Zhou Shao hurriedly said: "Is it okay if I change it to other requirements?" ”

Nangong Mu was puzzled: "What requirements?" ”

"Let me out." Zhou Shao said shamelessly.

Nangong Musha automatically ignored his words, and began to play the guzheng with his onion jade fingers.

Her famous song lingers.

The rhythm is melodious and tactful, and the charm of a hundred turns is permeated in his heart, but Zhou Shao was surprised to find that the true qi in his body was actually swimming along the rhythm, and even the sea of qi in his abdomen was squirming along the melody!

His divine thoughts flew out of the sea of gods uncontrollably, flying between heaven and earth, floating in the clouds, looking down on the earth; fluttering in the forest, shuttling flowers and birds; galloping in the river, swimming fish and shrimp; Wandering in the wind, spring flowers are blooming!

Is the rhythm good?

He didn't know, he only knew that his divine thoughts were between heaven and earth, and he could see the whole heaven and earth!

It was as if he had incorporated heaven and earth into his mind.

This is a kind of spaciousness beyond heaven and earth!

Even though the rhythm had stopped for a long time, he was still obsessed with the feeling.

It's like walking on the clouds.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and said excitedly, "Rhythm cultivation? ”

Nangong Musha nodded: "I practice music and rhythm, and the Divine Array Master only learns it for self-preservation." ”

Zhou Shao felt a sense of frustration, what is a genius?

In just twenty years, he has become a master of music and rhythm, a master of the divine array, and the master of the divine array is just a side business......

Zhou Shao smiled: "You are sitting on the fishing boat, are you not afraid that the boat will capsize, why don't you come to the river?" ”

Nangong Musha pursed his lips: "Only when I am wrapped in illusion can I feel safe." ”

Zhou Shao smiled disappreciatively: "Actually, listening to the girl playing the piano, I suddenly had a whim and wanted to sing a song, since the girl can play the kite, give me the accompaniment, right?" ”

Do you still know music? Nangong Mu covered his lips and chuckled: "Okay, then you bring the music score, and I will accompany you." ”

"I don't have a sheet music, and I don't know a sheet music, so I'll hum the melody to you, right? It's simple. ”

Zhou Shao thought about it, and hummed the melody of Liu Keyi's "Half a Pot of Yarn" to her.

Liu Keyi is a very serious and talented singer-writer in ancient style songwriting on the earth, her songs are clear and full of Zen, and a young woman like Nangong Musha should like it.

Nangong Musha's eyes were bright, a musician like her who loved singing could naturally tell the quality of the melody, and she was pleasantly surprised: "It has the taste of the Book of Songs." ”

"The lyrics are also beautiful, you can try to accompani."

Zhou Shao smiled, then opened his mouth and sang:

"The ink has entered the water, crossing a pool of blue and white flowers.

Pick up five red glows and go home picking bamboo.

The wind comes slowly, burying a mulberry hemp.

Put down the acacia in a robe.

Ten miles of peach blossoms, the years to be married.

The pearls of the phoenix crown are pulled into the hair.

Sandalwood blows, and the jade bracelet makes light yarn.

Leave a light empty, bud-colored tea.

If the mountains and rivers in my heart are seen in your eyes.

I prayed one lotus at a time.

How do you know that there is a piece of grass that floats, and the years urge people to grow old.

Wind and moon flowers and birds, a smile on the dust. ”

After he finished singing, he found that Nangong Musha had no accompaniment, his old face turned red, and he asked, "Why don't you accompany?" What should I do if I'm out of tune, how embarrassing it is to be heard by other people! ”

"Zen national style," Nangong Musha blinked, his eyes were full of excited strange colors: "The song of this artistic conception does not need accompaniment, and the artistic conception is perfect." If you see the mountains and rivers in my heart, you will pray with lotus flowers step by step...... Very beautiful lyrics, high artistic conception, this song is really created by you? ”

Zhou Shao's face was not red and his heart did not skip a beat: "Of course I created it, since you are proficient in music, you must have never heard this kind of music before, right?" I just saw that the girl was floating in the water, but you were full of wariness of me, and I felt that the girl would not be so vigilant against me again. ”

Am I really wrong to blame him?

Nangong Musha sighed: "Daojun forgive me, I am only for self-preservation, it is already a habit, not that I don't trust Daojun." ”

"It's okay, Miss Nangong's voice is so good, why don't you sing this song to me?" Zhou Shao said.

Nangong Musha pursed his mouth: "Although I know the rhythm of music, I only play the zither and have never sung it, I am afraid that I will not sing well and insult this Zen national style." ”

"It's okay, I'll teach you if it's out of tune." Zhou Shao said step by step.

"Okay." Nangong Musha, a music madman, pondered for a while, and sang: "

If the mountains and rivers in my heart,

You see it all in your eyes,

I prayed one lotus at a time.

How do you know that there is a patch of grass that floats,

The years make people old,

Wind and moon flowers and birds, a smile on the dust. ”

Nangong Musha's voice is very beautiful, like a jade bead compass, and it is more worthy of her unique classical temperament, this kind of Zen national style song was sung by her, and she actually sang the charm out of twelve points!

"Wonderful!" Zhou Shao smiled: "This song is the most suitable for you to sing." ”

Nangong Mu hurriedly said: "It's your songs that are well written and composed, otherwise if it were me, it would be absolutely impossible to create such a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages." ”

Zhou Shao lay on the grass by the river, closed his eyes, and said, "Are you busy these days?" I haven't even seen you. ”

"I won't tell you, I have left beforehand, you can rest by yourself."

Nangong Mu lowered his eyebrows, and his body rippled and disappeared out of thin air.

Zhou Shao looked at the sky blankly, and muttered in his heart: "Yun'er, wait for me, I'm about to go out." ”

Next.

Nangong Musha appeared again, she was still sitting on the fishing boat, she waved the booklet in her hand with a smile on her face, and said, "Look! I wrote the music of the song you sang yesterday! But I don't know what the name of this song is, you wrote it, you named it, right? ”

"Let's call it "Half a Pot of Yarn"." Zhou Shao said with a smile.

"Half a pot of yarn?" Nangong Musha was puzzled.

"Half a pot of green tea is acacia, and a light veil covers the red dust," Zhou Shao said: "The artistic conception of this song is actually just imaginary, leaving a bud-colored tea empty." ”

Half a pot of green tea is acacia, and a light veil covers the red dust......

"The title of a song pushes the artistic conception to the peak, but I fell into the cliché. When it comes to the realm of musical attainment, I am far inferior to you. ”

Nangong Mu sighed abruptly, stretched out his hand and grabbed a pen out of thin air, and wrote the words "half pot yarn" on the score.

"Since the girl brought the pen, I created an ancient song last night, and I asked the girl to write it down." Zhou Shao raised his eyebrows and smiled.