Guangling stopped. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if the piano is as elegant as Chen Ruyu, she does not dare to play Guangling San casually, she always remembers the master's teachings, Guangling San does not go through the heat and coldness of the world, it is difficult to hook the strings like charm, and most of the people who can play the true charm of Guangling San have passed the age of forty. So when the young man with a face like a crown of jade said that he wanted to play Guangling San, Chen Ruyu's expression hesitated.

But she immediately restrained her expression and waited for Chen Zhongqing's performance. Chen Ruyu's grandfather was the old minister of the old dynasty, and when it was passed on to her father, he was already in the middle of the family, coupled with the early death of his parents, Chen Ruyu was forced to sell himself to the Qinglou, with the inheritance of his ancestors' piano skills and a pair of beautiful skins, he won the rouge list reviews, and the charm of Li Tang Bazhao remained.

People are not stained by wind and dust, and wind and dust stain people.

A geisha who was upside down when he was a child, selling jokes in Qinglou, selling piano skills who didn't dare to get an axe, and a rich kid who had no worries about food and clothing, how could he have the courage to play a song of Guanglingsan?

Chen Ruyu kindly said more, "This son, Guangling is as difficult as the sky." The slave family is not difficult to force, if you can play a little charm, you can play a little charm. Don't get too pushy. ”

Chen Zhongqing behaved very calmly, he bowed his head slightly, and said, "The girl's kindness has been understood, and it is said that the Dacheng realm of Guanglingsan is a heaven-shattering immortal. Today, I would like to ask the girl for advice. ”

A shocking song.

What a big breath.

Chen Ruyu shook her head, she felt that the people in front of her boasted that Haikou was too high, maybe the rich man in front of her could play a good song of Guangling San, but it was absolutely impossible to play the taste of a big hand, she had heard her father play Guangling San under the moonlight bamboo forest, that was the killing intent that she could not forget for the rest of her life.

A powerless reader may have some ink in his chest, but he definitely can't bear the spirit of poetry and books in his belly. is like Chen Zhongqing, who is overwhelmed by the garden poetry club, even if he can win the Sanding Jia?

She didn't admit that unless Chen Zhongqing's piano skills could overpower her one day, she would look at that man squarely.

The maid Xiaoling muttered on the side, "Just pretend that no one knows, wait until you can't play, I'll see how you pretend to be." ”

Li Ruyan was in a hurry, she wanted to stop Chen Zhongqing, but the other party had already made up her mind, and she knew that it was useless to say more. Suddenly, a broad and warm hand slapped on his shoulder, Li Ruyan turned his head and saw his father standing behind him, looking at Chen Zhongqing.

"Like smoke. What's wrong? ”

After experiencing Wanghaichao's essay and garden poetry meeting, Li Ruyan's attitude towards Chen Zhongqing has changed a lot, and she said worriedly, "Daddy, you have to think of a way, that woman is Chen Ruyu of Li Tang Bazhao, and it is impossible for Zhongqing's son to play the charm of Guanglingsan." ”

Li Lanting raised his eyebrows and said interestingly, "Oh? Zhong Qing wants to compare his piano skills with others? Or Chen Ruyu of the rouge list? This is very rare. ”

Li Ruyan glanced at him, and then sighed, "Chen Ruyu's piano skills are recognized as the first on the rouge list, no matter how powerful Gongzi Zhongqing is, it is impossible for her to be her opponent." ”

Li Lanting didn't show any panicked expression, for him, Chen Zhongqing was a complicated mystery. At that time, he thought that Wanghaichao was his heritage, but then the three poems Fu Sanding Jia overturned his cognition, and now the man who is sitting in the pavilion can bring him what kind of surprise?

"Your father believes in his nephew."

Li Lanting looked at the peaks and mountains in the morning glow, and said with a smile, "Ruyan, you can look at it." This young man from Bianliang is destined to be an eye-opener for everyone. ”

The mountain wind rose suddenly, the clouds and smoke were like fog, blowing towards the mountain pavilion, Chen Zhongqing was wrapped in a thick fog, soaring clouds and fog, like an immortal.

Hooking, undulating, momentum abruptly changing, string notes stacked.

The yellow cranes perched on the cliffs and pines suddenly flapped their wings, fluttered and flew around the pavilion.

Guanglingsan's impassioned spirit can take people's hearts. It is a decisive guqin song, cloaked in splendor, thunder, spear, and grief and generosity. The moment he closed his eyes, Chen Zhongqing remembered that in his previous life, the master of the great power who had witnessed immortality, had raised the royal spirit of the Six Dynasties for more than ten years, and suppressed the flying and domineering for more than ten years, but in the end, what he got was just a ridiculous ending of disrepute.

Does he hate?

Chen Zhongqing no longer thinks about it, whether it is intrigue or strategy, those days of calculating people's hearts are long gone, the only thing he can remember is the mud claw of Xuehong when he was a child, holding a sugar gourd in one hand, and the white-haired master holding the other little hand, walking through the streets and alleys of the capital.

Although the memory has long been blurred.

"Master, Zhong Qing's song Guanglingsan, respect you."

The left hand wiped the seven strings in one breath, and the momentum of the piano was layered layer by layer, and the right hand raised the fingertips, gently bent the fingers and continued to play, and the sound of the piano gradually rose.

A breath of grief and indignation arose spontaneously from his fingertips and soared into the sky.

All of a sudden, the yellow crane around the pavilion was infected by the sadness in the sound of the piano, crying sadly, and the sound was sad.

There seems to be fairy music, coming from the sky.

Chen Ruyu's face changed suddenly, and she was even forced to take two steps back by the sudden passionate piano sound, and she was proficient in the rhythm of the piano from the first note, and she felt the gap between herself and the other party.

It's like a cloud.

She couldn't believe that the young man in front of her actually popped out the charm that only a big country has, like a thunderbolt, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

What kind of secret is behind him to be able to pop up the majesty and sadness of such a poem.

Chen Ruyu looked at him, and the looks, movements and expressions between her eyebrows at this time completely reminded her of her father.

Li Lanting also showed surprise, originally he thought that Chen Zhongqing's piano skills were worthy of the praise of a master at most, but now it seems that this is no longer the level of a master, but has entered the Mahayana family.

The sound of the piano came into the Buddhist pavilion, and the abbot who originally closed his eyes and chanted stopped the movements in his hands, he stepped out of the threshold, stood far away, looked at the man playing the piano in the pavilion, his eyes were slightly closed, and he said to himself, "Listening to this song again after a thousand years, it is like Nie Zheng reappearing, and Ji Kang is reborn." It's reminiscent of a past. Ten years ago, there was also a man surnamed Chen in this pavilion to play Guangling San, attracting the yellow crane climbing on the eaves cliff to fly around the court, rare and rare, I am afraid that today's future life, is the only one who can play the charm of the time. ”

He closed his eyes, like an old monk sitting in meditation, and said slowly, "This song should only exist in the sky, and there can be a few times in the world." ”

The sound is like a big thunder, stacked on top of each other, touching the heartstrings, and the vast sea of clouds is reversed, as if to chisel out the backlog of clouds into a vast sky.

Chen Ruyu's eyes widened, and the yellow crane clinging to the cliff of the distant mountain flapped its wings and floated in, flying around the pavilion, dancing with the ups and downs of the piano.

Yellow cranes, pear blossoms, guqin, all say that the great realm of Guanglingsan is a string of heavenly immortals, and in this situation, the person who plays the piano is even more like a heavenly immortal.

The wind of a great country is vast.