Soon, Wei Xingzhen and Di Yang returned from the house together.

Feng Yan also came back to her senses from her thoughts, but looking at the qin held in Wei Xingzhen's arms, she was slightly stunned.

The surface of this guqin is black and red, during which the plum blossom broken lines and the broken lines of the snake's belly are intertwined, and there is a seal carved above the dragon pool, but the specific words can not be seen clearly in the shaking.

Feng Yan stepped forward, "Wait......"

Wei Xingzhen stopped.

She finally saw it clearly, and the word "Duyou" was engraved on it.

Feng Yan held her breath and said after a while, "This ...... Is this a solitary seven-string? ”

Dijan nodded, "Exactly." ”

"Why put away such a good piano?"

Di Yang sighed lightly, "It is precisely because it is a good piano that it must be put away, so as not to let He Gong see things and think about people, and add to his sorrows." ”

“…… Can I take a good look at this piano? ”

Dijan was a little surprised, "Of course you can...... Childe please. ”

……

The three of them returned to the room, Wei Xingzhen carefully put Duyouqin back on the case, and Feng Yan knelt in front of it, holding her breath again.

It is said that there are two Duyouqin, one Fengyan type and one Lingji type - these two guqins are from the hands of Miaowei Taoist people in Jingling County 1,200 years ago.

Most of the guqins he made are three feet six inches and five minutes long, and their width symbolizes the days of the year; The width of the piano is six inches, which means Liuhe; The piano is two inches thick, compared to the yin and yang of heaven and earth; On the surface of the piano, there are a total of thirteen emblems, which refer to the ordinary month of December and leap month.

Miaowei Daoren is the founder of the Jingling music school, and his attainments in the piano are extremely high, but unfortunately he is jealous of his talent and dies of illness at the age of twenty-six.

Before dying, I don't know why, Miaowei set a fire in his mountain residence, and burned his weak and sick body along with the thirteen guqins he made by himself.

Despite the efforts of the people of the time, the fire still burned for three days and three nights.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that after the fire was extinguished, people found two intact "Duyou" in the embers - after bathing in the fire, the two xylophones were not only cohew, but seemed to be coated with a layer of varnish like water waves.

The name of solitude has become famous ever since.

For thousands of years, the two solitary planes have been carefully preserved by people until the fall of the former Chu and the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

In that seventy years of turmoil in the world, the two Duyou have disappeared since then.

Later, the He family found one of them - it was the spirit of He Kui playing and smashing by the Luoshui water.

Feng Yan never dreamed that she would have the fate to see another phoenix in her life.

"I remember that in "Hidden Dwelling", it is said that the guqin is evidenced by broken lines, and it has not been continuously ...... for hundreds of years."

Her hand gently stroked the piano board, and her heart was almost boiling—

The broken plum blossom on the surface of the piano is the oldest of the broken lines;

In the middle of the plum blossom break, there is a cross-section of an inch or half an inch of the surface of the line - that is the snake's belly broken;

At the edge, the lines are round and large, like waves like a lin-it is a dragon pattern;

And just after a quick glance, there were still cow hairs as thin as thousands of hairs on the back of the piano......

Feng Yan raised her head and said softly, "Is this ...... Is it genuine? ”

Wei Xingzhen nodded calmly.

Seeing that Feng Yan was so excited and restrained in this matter, Di Yang, who was nearby, couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt a little confidant.

"The first time I saw this piano, I also had a reaction with Childe." Di Yang looked at the piano and sighed, "When He Gong was playing the piano by Luoshui, I was still young, and I won't see that spiritual solitude again...... I didn't expect to be able to meet another phoenix here from Lord Wei, which is really a blessing for three lives. ”

Feng Yan didn't speak.

Looking at the old things that spanned thousands of years in front of her, she suddenly had an indescribable emotion, as if she was reunited with the rumored Miaowei Taoist in the staggered time and space.

Most of the piano songs of Miaowei Taoist people are written about landscapes, but they are not limited to a mountain and a river, and the sound of the piano often starts from a quiet place, and then the stone breaks through the sky, and the wind and clouds converge.

Feng Yan remembered that when she was learning the piano in the past, her master often said that the music of the Jingling School was thick, and Feng Yan didn't understand this sentence when she was a child, but then she slowly smacked the taste.

The reason why the landscape in the sound of Miaowei Daoren's piano is different from others is because his strings have the spirit of vicissitudes. His music is full of imagination, imagining the endless mountains going through thousands of years of wind and rain, imagining the scorching sun, thunder and lightning, imagining spring and autumn, cold and summer......

The so-called thickness is "time".

After Miaowei, there are few pianists who can play the piano with such a spirit.

The Jingling music school has long since withered, but occasionally there are still people, such as the master who taught Feng Yan's pipa, who will be attracted to such a Gu Ren person, and can't help but praise his young students again and again.

"That's good." Feng Yan couldn't help but sigh.

"I used to think of He Gongluoshui every time I fell on the piano, I felt a little pity, but then I slowly understood that if I have lost my soulmate in this world, it is meaningless to have a good piano to accompany me." Di Yang said softly, "If you think about it this way, you can understand." ”

"It's not necessarily because of the lack of acquaintances." Wei Xingzhen said softly.

Di Yang looked at Wei Xingzhen, "What does Lord Wei think is the reason?" ”

"Because this kind of world is not worthy of Miaowei's qin at all," Wei Xingzhen said in a low voice, "It is better to fall clean than to let Duyou continue to exist in the world and keep tossing and turning in the hands of others." ”

A crashing sound came from a few people close by—the three of them followed the sound and saw an old man leaning diagonally against the doorrail.

Di Yang was stunned, "He Gong." ”

Feng Yan also stood up, she stood behind Wei Xingzhen and Di Yang, carefully looking at the appearance of the person in front of her.

He Kui is old.

His appearance was far from what Feng Yan imagined.

Although He Kui has only just turned fifty-four this year, his old face and withered ten fingers look no different from that of an old man in his prime.

He was thin, hunched over, with a big, hard-lined nose on his drooping old skinned face. His face was as gray as death, but his cheeks and the tip of his nose were red, perhaps from drunkenness or sunburn.

He Kui was wearing a coarse cloth garment, and two rows of ribs were exposed from time to time with the wind and his movements.

This unusual emaciation firmly caught Feng Yan's attention, because all his exposed skin looked like a thin layer of skin directly pasted on the bones. The originally long body lost all its grace because of its rickety posture, and it looked like a homeless person on the street.

And yet his eyes ...... Probably because of the deep sunken eye sockets, He Kui's eyes look unusually big.

These eyes are bright and powerful, but they rarely linger on specific people. He Kui seemed to be looking ahead forever, as if in front of him, there was a world that no one could see for him to stare at.

Feng Yan looked at the qi on He Kui's body, and was a little moved for a while.