The woman who played the piano in the Chunyue Building looked like she was fourteen or fifteen years old, thin, not tall, and good-looking, Jiang Ling only saw a side face, which was not a beauty, but she was also a delicate little girl, and a little freckles on her face did not affect her beauty.

But this girl didn't look at Jiang Ling, there was a little coldness in her eyes, and there was also a bit of cowardice hidden in the coldness.

She walked home quickly, and before she could enter the house, she shouted, "Grandpa, run!" ”

Jiang Ling was both surprised and puzzled, I don't know why this girl shouted so loudly.

The next moment the door opened, and an old man with a white beard rushed out, and this old man carried a bamboo stick above his head on his back, and a cow tendon thread was attached to the top of the bamboo strip, and at the other end of the line was a wooden bow with a strange shape.

But Jiang Ling still recognized what the bow was, it was not a big bow for archery, but a slingshot for playing cotton, and the cotton wool stained on the old man's rag clothes was the best proof.

The old man who played cotton rushed out of the house eagerly, grabbed the little girl, and then looked at Jiang Ling and Huang Lie vigilantly.

"Grandpa, he heard that the tune I played was Jiang Zuofu, you go quickly." The little girl's face was flustered.

But where would the old man leave his granddaughter to escape alone, he protected his granddaughter behind him, stared at Jiang Ling with a gloomy face and said: "I didn't expect that there are still people who remember this song now, what's the matter, is it possible that you still want to kill people for a song?" ”

Jiang Ling saw that the two of them seemed to have misunderstood their intentions, and hurriedly explained: "I'm not here to find trouble. ”

The old man looked at Jiang Ling carefully, and then frowned and asked, "Then who are you?" ”

"I'm Skywalker." Jiang Ling didn't have time to make up his identity, and besides, the grandfather and grandson were so vigilant, in case the identity of the current fabrication was discovered, it would be even more unclear, so it was better to tell the truth.

But this identity is so special, how can the old man believe it for a while, he asked, "Skywalker?" Doesn't Skywalker travel the heavens and the earth on behalf of the gods? What are you pestering my granddaughter for? ”

"I have no ill will." Jiang Ling said sincerely: "I just heard the girl play Jiang Zuofu, and I want to ask where this piece came from." ”

The old man did not hesitate and said, "I picked it up by accident." ”

Jiang Ling heard that the old man must be lying, but from the old man's previous words and the little girl's nervous attitude, it could be seen that this Qu Jiang Zuofu must have caused the old man to suffer something, so he was so careful and only dared to respond perfunctorily. Jiang Ling said as calmly as possible: "Don't be afraid, old man, I'm not from the government, let alone from the divine court, and I don't have any problems with this song, I really just want to ask the girl where she learned this song." ”

The old man looked at Jiang Ling, his eyes flashed, and then he shook his head and said, "It's just the piano score that I picked up, and the children can just practice it casually." ”

Seeing that the other party still refused to believe it, Jiang Ling simply took out the boxwood guqin from the Qiankun bag, and then sat cross-legged on the ground and played a short section of Jiang Zuofu casually.

Jiang Ling has not been learning to play the piano for a long time, not to mention catching up with Zhou Yu's level, even according to this little girl, it is much worse, but after all, he has practiced this piece many times, and there is no problem in general.

Seeing that Jiang Ling could play freely, the old man's eyes changed slightly, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and asked rhetorically: "Since you can also play, why do you have to care where my granddaughter learned the piano score?" ”

Jiang Ling put away the piano, stood up again, and chuckled: "Since that prince became a Chiyao Star Official five hundred years ago and began to be hostile to the Divine Court, it has been forbidden to play this song in the territory of Xia Fang, and it is not allowed to keep the score. I didn't expect anyone to play this piece 500 years from now, and of course I do. Because I came to Qingyuan County this time, I came to pursue some related past events of the Obsidian Star Official. ”

The old man didn't quite understand what Jiang Ling meant, and asked, "Are you a traitor?" ”

"I'm Skywalker." Jiang Ling repeated it again, and then explained: "It's not friendly with the Divine Court, but it's not the same as a traitor. However, it does have something to do with the Obsidian Star Officer. ”

The old man is still the same

He didn't understand it very well, but he also believed that Jiang Ling had no malicious intentions, because he heard a strong force from Jiang Ling's piano sound, which had nothing to do with the quality of the piano skills, only a cultivator could play like a rhyme. Regardless of whether the identity of the other party's Skywalker is true or not, the mere fact that he is a cultivator is enough to make just ordinary people and grandchildren have no power to resist, and the other party can maintain such a modest and polite attitude, which is enough to see his sincerity.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Let's go into the house and talk." ”

Jiang Ling nodded gratefully, and then took Huang Lie into the house with the old man.

This is just a very simple and even simple room, the interior area is a little small, there are only two rooms, the inside is supposed to be a bedroom, and the slightly larger living room outside has a board that occupies nearly half the area of the living room, and the board is a ball of cotton.

There were only two chairs and a table in the room, all of which looked to be made of wood. There was also a stove with a kettle and an iron pot next to it, and nothing else.

The little girl still glanced at her grandfather worriedly, and the grandfather waved his hand to signal that it was all right, and the girl went into the back room.

"Sit down, just don't get dirty." The old man greeted casually.

Jiang Ling shook his head and said, "Don't dare to disturb more, I'll leave if I inquire clearly." ”

The old man nodded, and simply stopped being timid, and said bluntly: "I can't hide it, because of this song, my son and daughter-in-law both died, but I have to be careful." I'm an old bone, I'm afraid something will happen to my granddaughter. Actually, I didn't let her play this song a long time ago, but in order to go to Chunyue Tower to earn some money to buy medicine for me, this girl really can't do it. ”

Jiang Ling then understood why the little girl was so wary, it turned out that her father and mother had died because of this song. Jiang Ling nodded in understanding, then frowned and asked, "It's been hundreds of years, and the Divine Court has long stopped tracking down these songs, how could your son still suffer such a disaster because of this song?" ”

The old man smiled bitterly: "The Divine Court is too lazy to pay attention to it, but since this song is a forbidden song in Xia Fang's country, it will eventually be caught." Originally, I lived in Qianning County, and my stupid son played this song in Qianning and gained a lot of fame, because no one knew the name of this song, and naturally there was no accident. But once he was invited by Jun Cheng to play music at home, and after drinking more wine, he lost his mouth and said the name of Jiang Zuofu. But the county Cheng happened to know that this Jiang Zuofu was the song of the Chiyao Star Official back then, and he was immediately furious, not saying that my son was the remnant of the traitor, and then he could not say that his son and daughter-in-law were detained on the spot, and they were beaten to death under torture to extract confessions. In fact, it's just to be used as a credit for his flattery to the Divine Court! He even wants to kill our grandfather and grandson! ”

When the old man said this, a look of indignation appeared on the old man's face, and he said sadly: "In the end, a deacon from the Divine Court came to take a look in person and confirmed that we didn't have any cultivation, so I asked the county to give up." My granddaughter and I didn't dare to stay in our hometown, so we had to go back to Qingyuan County. ”

After listening to the old man's story, Huang Lie also glared and scolded: "This official is not a thing. ”

Jiang Ling was naturally resentful when he heard this, it was just a song, obviously after so many years, the Divine Court didn't care very much, but that Juncheng killed two innocent people in order to flatter the Divine Court, such a despicable act is really hateful.

The old man shook his head, calmed down his emotions, and said, "As for this score, I have already burned it, and I really dare not keep it." It's just that this girl only learned this song with her father when she was a child, and in order to buy me medicine and see a doctor, she was forced to play the piano to earn some silver. ”

Jiang Ling asked, "Then where did this sheet music come from?" ”

"Handed down from our ancestors." After the old man finished speaking, he said vigilantly: "This matter can't be known to others. ”

Jiang Ling nodded and said, "Understood, old man, please rest assured." Then Jiang Ling remembered something and asked: "I heard that in the early years of this song, only the royal luthier in the court was qualified to have a piano score, could it be..."

The old man nodded, and said with a little pride: "Well, that's right, my great-grandfather was the palace back then

The luthier. ”

Jiang Lingxin said no wonder the old man just said that he was "returning to Qingyuan County", it turned out that his ancestors lived here. Then Jiang Ling was puzzled: "I would venture to ask, since your ancestor has such an identity, how could he be so poor?" ”

The royal pianist of the palace, although he is not a prominent identity, but after all, he is also a person in the palace, and he can always leave a little fumeng.

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Because my grandfather said a good word about the Obsidian Star Officer in the palace, he was expelled from the palace." ”

"This old emperor is really not a thing." Jiang Ling scolded, although Zhou Yu eloped with the princess and joined the gods, which naturally made the emperor angry, but the princess finally died in the hands of the chief deacon of the divine court, not only did he not hold a grudge against the divine court, but he had to desperately dissociate himself from Zhou Yu to prevent the divine court from becoming angry. Although the Divine Court sits high in the clouds and cannot be shaken, the king of a dignified country is so cowardly, which is really infuriating.

"As for what else you want to inquire about the Chiyao Star Official, I'm going to disappoint you, in fact, at that time, the Chiyao Star Officer shocked the world, my great-grandfather was just a royal luthier who had just entered the palace for a short time, and he had almost no intersection with the pride of the sky like the Chiyao Star Official, this is still a few words I heard from my grandfather, where will I know more." The old man said.

Jiang Ling nodded slightly when he heard this, although this old man looked nearly 100 years old, he was still far away from the history of five hundred years ago, and he definitely didn't know much.

Jiang Ling asked tentatively, "Do you know how to repair the piano?" ”

Hearing this, the old man looked at Jiang Ling suspiciously and asked, "Why did you ask about this?" ”

Jiang Ling said: "My piano has broken a string, and I heard that the luthier in the city said that only the craftsmanship of the royal luthier can repair it. ”

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What piano?" ”

Jiang Ling saw that there was a play, and hurriedly took out his red heart and said, "You can take a look." ”

The old man took the red heart guqin, just like the shopkeeper of the qin shop, and his face was suddenly surprised, and he looked at it carefully. But the old man knew more about the goods than the shopkeeper, and after a while, he directly lost his voice and said: "This is the Chi Xin Qin of the Red Obsidian Star Official?" ”

Jiang Ling saw his red heart at a glance, and suddenly felt hopeful, and said, "Do you recognize it?" ”

"This red heart qin is the leader of the qin, I have seen it in ancestral portraits." The old man's wrinkled palms trembled, gently brushed his red heart, and muttered, "Sure enough, it's a good piano." ”

Then, just like that, the old man looked at the broken string and said slightly angrily: "What a carelessness this is, it actually plucked a string!" ”

Jiang Ling did not perfunctory this time, but said truthfully: "In order to kill a ruling deacon, you can't do it." ”

The old man's eyelids jumped slightly when he heard this, and he glanced at Jiang Ling in disbelief, a deacon casually walked out of the divine court is already a great figure in the eyes of the world, and even the county only nodded when he saw it, as for the chief deacon, it was basically half an immortal, and he was actually killed by this young descendant?

The old man nodded slowly after a moment and said, "That's not a pity." He also muttered softly, "Good kill." ”

Jiang Ling smiled and asked, "Do you think you can make up for it?" ”

The old man hugged his red heart, glanced at Jiang Ling again, and sighed: "Originally, my grandfather reminded me not to cut the qin again before he died, but for the sake of this red heart guqin, even if I will be scolded by my grandfather when I get to Jiuquan after some time, I will admit it." ”

Jiang Ling's eyes lit up and said, "Can you make up for it?" ”

"I can make it up, but I need some materials." The old man gently pressed the strings with his palm, and said, "Fish gelatin, rosin, baiji, tiandong, wheat, these things can be bought at the piano shop." Well, I have to ask for a new pot, I have used this pot for too long, and the grease can't be cleaned. ”

Jiang Ling waited for a while, and when he saw that the old man didn't continue, he asked suspiciously, "Where is the silk thread?" The shopkeeper said that this string was made of silver-backed silk and was extremely difficult to buy. ”

"I can't buy it, but fortunately, my ancestor left one." The old man raised the cotton slingshot in his hand and said, "Oh, this is it." ”

Jiang Ling opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

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