Lang Ran, Qing Yuan, who plays? There are no words, but Weng knows his day when he is drunk. The moon is bright and the wind is dewy, and people are not sleeping. Before the lotus crossed the mountain, it was said that there was a heart and this sage. The drunkard roars, and the sound and the flowing spring. After the drunkard went, there was no morning and night resentment. The mountains are sometimes on top, and the water is sometimes back to the river. Si Weng has no age, and Weng is now a flying immortal. This is intended to be in the world, listen to the three or two strings outside the emblem.

The Zhuhua monk chanted slowly...... After many days of dark clouds emptying, He Yan felt that the pressure around her body was relieved, and her eyelids began to sink. But I was worried that it would be disrespectful to the person who played the piano to fall asleep, so I forced myself not to take a nap.

After a song, Zhuhua said: "I see you lying on the stone and sleepy, so let's take a rest." This song originally had the effect of concentrating and cultivating, and it was natural to feel sleepy. If you don't sleep, I'm afraid you won't be able to fully exert the healing effect of the song. ”

He Yu straightened up and said, "Ashamed, ashamed." It turned out that the sound of the predecessor's piano was also healing for Zaixia, and Zaixia didn't know it at all. ”

Zhuhua Jushi said: "Since ancient times, there is a saying that the music saves people and kills people. The old man is closed in the mountains, and he recites some ancient books and classics all the year round, so he naturally delves into some home remedies indiscriminately. I only hope that the girl can open her heart and relax her mind, so as not to violate the way of this piano song. If the girl knows how to play the piano, she can also try it. ”

He Yan shook his head silently and said, "Where do you know how to play the piano and flute?" What's more, I can't show anything in my eyes now, I'm afraid that no matter how good the piano is, I will live up to it." ”

Zhuhua Jushi smiled loudly, and there was a little generosity in his smile, "Where can I use my eyes to touch the qin?

He Yan was itchy for a while, and said, "Then, I'll try?" Sitting in front of the piano, touching the strings of the cool silk, my heart couldn't help but be shocked. In the past, I only listened to the piano elegantly and comfortably, and I didn't want to play it myself, but it was a different feeling.

She plucked it a few times, and although the strings were full, they were completely out of tune. The eyes were hazy, and he was afraid of damaging the good piano of the old man Zhuhua, so he didn't dare to pluck it hard.

The old man Zhuhua didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook his head and said, "No, no." ”

He Yu was ashamed in her heart and said: "Seniors, juniors are really not able to understand the way of the qin, and they have failed your good qin in vain." I'm sorry. ”

Zhuhua Jushi still shook his head and said, "It's not your fault, it's the qin's fault." This harp does not understand your temperament, so I will change it with you. As he spoke, he went to change the piano. He Yu thought that the old man said this probably because his piano skills were too poor, so in order not to embarrass himself, he said that there was something wrong with the piano. How can there be a piano that can understand people's temperament?

After a while, Zhuhua Jushi really changed a piano, the piano was really extraordinary, placed in front of him, he felt the slightest cool breath, and his hand touched it as cool as jade, and the strings were like a phoenix's tail.

Although He Yan couldn't see it, she also felt that this was a good qin that was not handed down from generation to generation, and said: "Senior, how dare you defile your Yaqin in Xia?

Zhuhua Jushi said: "It's okay, you can try." ”

Seeing that the other party insisted on trying it herself, she had to stop pushing. Under this touch, there is a wonderful sense of déjà vu, as if an old friend who has not seen each other in the world, elegant as the melting of snow and water in the mountains, sonorous like the lone pine of the cliff, and it is as if it has been playing for a thousand years. Under the plucking of ten fingers, the sound of the piano flows, although it is not in tune, the sound of the piano that pops out is also wonderful.

He sighed: "I don't know if I can do the same." In the past, I only heard that weapons would fit human nature after being used for a long time, and the same is true for those who don't want to be happy. When I was ashamed to stroke this piano, there was always a feeling that I couldn't say what I didn't know. ”

She didn't see Zhuhua Jushi smile slightly, and said, "That's right." I can see that this piano is related to you, so I will give it to you. ”

He Yu exclaimed: "No! How dare I accept such a heavy gift? I hope that my predecessors will take it back and give it to someone who is really familiar with the way of the qin!"

Zhuhua Jushi said: "Don't hide it from the girl, this qin, called 'Youhuang', is owned by the queen of the first god Shibo Snow Mountain. Later, Queen Yaa fell, and this harp was transferred several times, and finally it was temporarily stored in my hands. Today's girl playing this piano can be regarded as fate. The old piano will choose its own owner, maybe this piano should be owned by the girl, and the girl should not refuse. ”

He Yan could only hear it, and she didn't want to play the guqin by playing it at will, and seeing the resolute attitude of the Zhuhua monk, she had to say softly: "I have received the grace of my predecessors to save my life, and I have been given the piano by my predecessors, this kindness is really difficult to repay in this life." He also said: "The younger generation will definitely practice the piano skills diligently in the future, so as not to let the good piano of the predecessors be dusted." ”

In the next few days, He Yu was bored in the room to learn the piano. She is a smart character, plus a few ancient music books and Zhuhua Jushi's pointing, the progress is even more rapid, and she has learned to play a tune in the past five days. Although there are many flaws in the song, it is inevitable to laugh at outsiders, but for herself, it is a pity.

In autumn, the bamboo tube wine brewed in the bamboo forest is very mellow. Pick the newborn bamboo shoots in the morning light, add dew, sorghum, etc., seal them and bury them in the cool mud under the spring, and within a few days you will get a pot of refreshing wine.

He Yan came to be with the Zhuhua monks every day, and learned that the monks were good at drinking, and every time they played the piano, they collected clear springs and bamboo pipes by themselves, cooked tea and brewed wine for the monks, and drank together at dusk, which was also regarded as the joy of the world.

After a few days, he felt comfortable all over his body, and although his eyes were still unable to see, they were not as blurry as they were a few days ago. On this day, the Zhuhua monk was fishing by the stream, and the two chatted about the riddle play, and the old man Zhuhua talked about an old thing:

There was a small town in his former hometown, and most of the small bamboo buildings in the town were two or three floors, and the average poor only bought one floor of the bamboo building, so a bamboo building often lived in two or three families.

There is a lonely old man living on the first floor of a bamboo building in the town, the old man is a blind man, he doesn't like to go out on weekdays, he lives on the top of the building a widow, who is crazy on weekdays, often talking to herself in the middle of the night. The top floor was uninhabited because of the damp land, and only a blind girl from the countryside moved there for cheap rent.

The old man likes to joke with people when he has nothing to do, saying that this bamboo building lives in a madman, two blind people, and no good people. One night it was so hot that the old man couldn't sleep with a banana fan, so he pushed open the door and wanted to enjoy the shade on the stone steps at the door. Because the old man could not see and his ears were particularly sensitive, he heard some stumbling footsteps and a dull sound of pigs.

The old man thought that the crazy widow upstairs was tossing around again, and said casually, why don't you sleep at such a late hour? A voice replied to him with three words, borrow something. It was a man's voice, and the old man didn't pay much attention to it at the time, maybe it was the blind girl's friend who had some urgent needs, so he came to borrow something in the middle of the night.

Back in the bamboo building, the old man couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong things became. There was a faint smell of iron just now, and those dull pig cries may not be pig cries when you think about it, but more like human cries. Moreover, the blind girl was a new foreigner, and she had no friends in the local area, let alone borrowed something in the middle of the night.

The old man stayed up until dawn, and sure enough, something great happened—the mad widow and the blind girl were killed.

The riddle stopped here, and the Zhuhua monk shook his head and said, "I don't know." If you guess, it should be that the old man is blind, so he escaped the catastrophe. ”

Zhuhua Jushi said: "I guessed halfway. The murderer spared the old man's life because he knew that the old man was blind and couldn't see him, and he was afraid of startling the snake. ”

He said: "If this is the case, why is the blind girl on the roof of the building also killed? Could it be that the murderer is not the two of them?" I think it was because the blind girl had moved here and didn't know anyone, and the murderer didn't know that she was blind. When the murderer killed in the middle of the night, he alarmed the blind girl with a keen sense of hearing, and he killed her as well. ”

Zhuhua Jushi sighed: "Exactly. The murderer was the widow's ex-husband, who luckily came back alive on the battlefield, but he heard about his wife's obscenity with others, and the woman was crazy and didn't know an explanation, which made her ex-husband murderous. On the day he killed the madwoman, he bumped into a blind girl who was collecting clothes on the roof of the building, because he didn't know that the blind girl couldn't see at all, so he didn't stop doing anything, dragged the blind girl by the hair and dragged her downstairs to kill. Because he had known the old man before, and he was afraid that the movement would be too big and alarm the neighbors, so he casually said the word borrowed things. The muffled snort that the old man heard was the blind woman's moaning before she died. ”

He suddenly remembered the terrifying scene of the old monster of Haocang being dropped in the air, the picture that had puzzled the gods of Shangqing. I saw Haocang appear in Landian Lake with my own eyes, and the person was killed by the broken blade used by Haocang, and the stolen in the Tianji Pavilion was also a classic book that recorded Haocang's crimes, how could the murderer himself be suspended in the air? Isn't it a praying mantis catching cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, and he was also killed?

She was distracted for a moment, and the old man Zhuhua said, "What's the matter, isn't there something on the girl's mind?"

He said: "Senior...... If a person was killed in the past, all the evidence points to another person, but when that person is caught, it is found that that person himself has been killed, but why?"

Zhuhua Jushi was silent for a moment, and said: "Maybe the real murderer is not the person people think?" Heh, if there was a thief who wanted to break down the door to get money, and was just about to do it, he happened to run into another person, and that person forced him to steal according to the original plan, and controlled all his actions, so that all the evidence did not point to the original thief?"

He Yu was surprised and only had a sense of abruptness, and said: "If this is the case, then, then ......"

Zhuhua Jushi shook his head and said, "It's not that the old man is smart, it's just that the story you told happened to be read by the old man." Without waiting to talk to him, he got up and left, and when he came back, he already had an extra book in his hand.