The buildings of Qincheng are scattered, built against the mountains, as if floating on the sea.

From time to time, clouds and mist linger, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

In a courtyard facing the sea.

Feng Qingyan sat on the stone in the pavilion, and there was a six-pint piano on the stone table, looking at the rough sea.

In his ears, from time to time, the sound of rough waves hit his ears.

But when I listened closely, I realized that it was an illusion.

Even if it's facing the sea.

If you don't want to hear the sound of rolling waves, there will be no waves, which is very magical. Therefore, even the Qin City, which is located on the sea cliff, will have a quiet and elegant corner, which makes people feel like they are in the mountains.

And.

When the piano player looks at the sea for a long time, he will unconsciously make the sound of the piano turbulent, like rolling thunder, full of killing atmosphere.

Among them, Heavy Rain Qinjun is one of them.

Not much.

A young man in white walked into the courtyard, it was Zi Yaqin.

"Brother Feng. ”

Zi Yaqin came to the pavilion.

"Junyi, it's divided, call me Qingyan. Feng Qingyan stood up and said with a smile, "Between you and me, you don't have to be so polite.

"Yes. ”

Zi Yaqin nodded, sat down, and said after a deep sigh: "When I first wrote the invitation, I was very afraid that Qingyan would not come......

"How could it be?"

Feng Qingyan sat down, looked at the sea, and said, "Even if it is thousands of miles away, I will rush back." Why have you and I become so divided?

Zi Yaqin smiled bitterly and said, "I did it wrong." ”

"It's true that you're doing it wrong. ”

Feng Qingyan nodded and said, "Between you, you shouldn't say anything about repayment, let alone anything to do cows and horses." I regard you as a brother, and you should regard me as a brother......"

Zi Yaqin nodded, and then fell silent.

"How's my sister-in-law doing?"

Feng Qingyan asked.

"It's still the same. Zi Yaqin's eyes showed some sourness, and she said, "Perhaps, I shouldn't have resurrected her and let her suffer so much......

"Junyi, there will be flowers on the other side, maybe it will take some time. ”

Feng Qingyan thought for a while.

"Qingyan, is there really a flower on the other side in this world?"

Zi Yaqin said, not quite convinced, thinking that it was just Feng Qingyan's words of comfort.

After all, he searched for two years, and through the relationship of Qincheng, he asked all over the world, but he had never heard of the other side of the flower.

In fact, if even the old doctors of Confucianism in the Twenty-Seven Book Mountains have never heard of the other side flower, it almost proves that there is no other side flower in the world.

"Yes. ”

Feng Qingyan nodded solemnly and said, "But, it's not this time, it's not in full bloom yet......"

"What kind of flower is this flower?"

Zi Yaqin asked suspiciously.

"The Flower of Introduction......

When Feng Qingyan finished speaking, his brows furrowed slightly.

Does this bridge of connection need to go to the other side? But when he is ready, he will know.

There is no bridge of connection in the world, so he created a bridge of connection.

He came to Qincheng.

Not only to participate in Zi Yaqin's Qin Jun celebration, but also to learn the piano.

Not bad.

He did come to learn the piano by the way.

Although the world doesn't know how many piano players he has, he is clear in his own heart.

He is now a fourth-pint piano minister.

There is only one step left to be able to step into the realm of the Qin Monarch.

In fact, a long time ago, he was a four-pint piano appearance.

At this time, Zi Yaqin didn't ask again, just looking at the rough sea.

"Walk with me?"

Feng Qingyan stood up and said.

Zi Yaqin nodded and stood up, "Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

The two walked out of the courtyard and walked casually on Blackstone Street in Qincheng.

The city is very prosperous, in addition to the ubiquitous qin players, there are also many traders, literati, and ordinary people. In fact, dozens of miles away on the right side of Qincheng, there is a port, and materials are continuously sent from all over the world......

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

"Junyi, you go back to accompany your sister-in-law, I want to take a walk by myself. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

Zi Yaqin didn't say anything and went back.

At this time, Feng Qingyan squatted down, stroked the black stone under his feet, and felt it carefully. The black stone under his feet is actually a hanging cliff, which is very hard and a little cold.

There seemed to be wisps of piano sound.

After a while, he stood up and walked freely around the city, but some piano or literati came forward to salute him.

Feng Qingyan nodded.

At night.

The lights of Qincheng are brilliant, and a lamp or oil lamp or literary lamp illuminates the sky.

Feng Qingyan simply sat on a rock, carefully feeling the hanging cliff under his feet, and listening to the sound of the piano floating down from the sky from time to time.

In the sky of Qincheng, or in the rough East China Sea, there are many mysterious qin sounds.

There are rumors.

These qin sounds are all left in the guqin sanctuary.

Perhaps in ancient times, the Qin Sage was not called the Qin Sage, but the Qin God, the Qin Emperor......

But the realm should be comparable.

In the piano city, there are many piano players who break through the realm because they hear the sound of the piano. There is even Qinjun, who broke through the realm because he understood the sound of the qin......

Unconsciously.

And it was getting dark.

At this time, Feng Qingyan stood up and stepped away step by step, coming to the turbulent East China Sea.

He walked for miles, and then he hung over the sea, staring at the cliff that hung in the air.

It does look like a lyre.

As he stared, he sat down cross-legged, his eyes never leaving the cliff.

And with the passage of time, there are many qin players in the piano city who have discovered the existence of Feng Qingyan. For the canonization of the saint motionless, sitting on the sea, as if staring at Qincheng, they were all a little surprised.

"What is this for?"

Some pianoists asked curiously.

"Viewing the city?"

"Guanqin?"

Many pianists replied.

At this time, Helian Mountain, Jiang Shan, Mu Yu and Jian Yage and others were also a little curious.

"Strange, what is the king doing? It seems that he has been sitting for two hours. ”

Gangsan Road.

Helian Shan frowned and was thinking, but did not express an opinion.

He doesn't have anything to be sure of, and he rarely expresses his opinion, especially when it happens to the elder brother.

Because he will be mercilessly slapped in the face by the senior brother.

So learn to be obedient.

When everyone was puzzled, Mu Yu said: "Senior brother is sitting on the sea and watching the piano." ”

"Sitting on the sea and watching the piano?"

"Where's the piano?"

"Is it Guanqin City?"

The pianist of the Fengming Qin Society was surprised, and even Jian Yage was very surprised, and said: "Senior brother doesn't think that the hanging cliff of Qin City is the lyre? ”

"Indeed, this is something that Qincheng has already determined. ”

Jiang Shan nodded.

After all, in the past, many people suspected that the Hanging Cliff was a lyre.

"Even if the Hanging Cliff is not a lyre, it has been a qin since the Qin City was built on the Hanging Cliff. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with the senior brother watching the piano......"

Mu Yu said.

In the Burial Mountain Academy, or in the whole world, she is the person who knows her senior brother best.

And Feng Qingyan is indeed watching the qin.

Regardless of whether the Hanging Cliff is a piano or not, or it has already been confirmed by Qin City, it is not a piano. However, since the city was built here, it has been a qin......

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