It took the old man a whole week to finally get through Ling Feng's lower dantian, which made the old man very pleased. Originally, Ling Feng had already passed the best time to practice martial arts, but he didn't expect that he was amazingly talented, and there was a hidden demeanor between breathing and breathing, which made the old man who was a pedantic celestial man very puzzled.

Ling Feng is not a patient person, but he really doesn't know what he should do, karaoke and clubbing are no longer fun, and there is no goal at the moment, so he persevered from the boring and difficult practice of martial arts. Besides, the old man did his best for him, and he felt that he was not good at studying, and he was really sorry for the old man's hard work.

The old man would go out every half a month to collect medicinal materials for Ling Feng. Ling Feng also gradually mastered the method of inner family vomiting, and meditated every day. In between the exercises, the old man imparted other knowledge. From astronomy and geography to astrological divination, from musical techniques to hundreds of schools, the old man seemed to know everything, and he was good at everything, as long as Ling Feng raised a question, the old man could answer it, which made Ling Feng admired.

Ling Feng was originally a person with a wide range of hobbies and flying jumps, but he was slowly stifled by reality with various preferences, and when he met such a knowledgeable teacher, his curiosity burst out, like a dry sponge, constantly absorbing nutrients from the old man's ocean of knowledge.

On this day, Ling Feng and the old man talked about music. Ling Feng participated in "punk" when he was young, was good at drums, played guitar and bass well, and also wrote lyrics and composed music for the band. When he was talking, he took out his guitar and sang a song to himself.

The old man smiled and did not express his opinion.

Ling Feng felt good when he played and sang, but when he saw the old man smiling and silent, he suddenly lost his self-confidence, and only said, "Master, please give me more opinions." ”

At this time, Ling Feng had already regarded the old man as a teacher, but the old man never mentioned his name, so Ling Feng was only known as a master.

The old man nodded and said, "As a non-professional, it's not bad that your guitar can be played to such a level, and your biggest characteristic is that you can integrate your feelings into the music." ”

Ling Feng was secretly overjoyed, feeling that he was very happy to receive such an evaluation.

The old man's voice changed and he said, "This may be the only advantage in your playing." From your playing, it can be seen that you have not been systematically trained, many movements are very inadequate, and the grasp of the scale is not accurate, and there are many places where the tone is out of tune. Moreover, your style is too conformist, there is no novelty, in a word, it is unbearable! ”

Ling Feng was very unconvinced, and said, "Then you can play a section, so that I can learn a thing or two!" ”

The old man took the guitar, pressed the strings with his left hand, placed the guitar horizontally on his lap, and swung his right hand lightly, slashing across each string, playing an irregular note. Ling Feng said secretly, your actions are not professional. The old man's right hand kept swinging and continued to audition.

After a while, I saw the old man's hands swept over the strings like butterflies wearing flowers, the movements were getting faster and faster, and the hands alternately used legato, leaning, echoing, vibrato, ripple, glissando, finger shifting, horizontal pressing, stringing, kneading and other skills, each action was not difficult, but there was almost no interval between homeopathic finger change and contrarian finger change, only Ling Feng was dumbfounded.

At this time, the old man had not yet played the complete note, but the various skills displayed by his old man had convinced Ling Feng. I saw the old man's hands paused, his right hand let go, his left hand pressed directly on the headstock, his fingers alternately plucked the strings, it was a very difficult left-hand solo, the left hand had just been raised, the right hand had been pressed on the headstock, and it was a right-handed solo, the rhythm of the two-handed alternate plucking of the strings became faster and faster, and there was an afterimage at the strings. This made Ling Feng even more surprised, originally he could only play a clarinet-like effect when playing with one hand, but he clearly heard the Qingyue of the guzheng.

After a while, the old man seemed to have finished the audition, twisted his hands, turned the guitar in the air a few times, stretched out his hand to copy, and the guitar fell on his hand obediently. I saw that the old man's face was straight, there was no joke between his expressions, his left hand pressed the headstock, his right hand was placed on the strings, and a string of notes was played with a slight stroke. A gentle and romantic melody flowed from the old man's fingertips, soothing and struck Ling Feng's heart, and with the melody, Ling Feng's emotions slowly immersed into the world of the guitar. This piece, which Ling Feng had heard and played when he was learning guitar before, was Mozart's "Serenade". This classical song may have been heard by anyone who has studied guitar, but listening to the old man play it at this time, there is an extra magic that touches people's hearts, making the listener's heart flutter with the notes. Suddenly, the melody changed from fresh and elegant to romantic and lyrical, and a string of beautiful and pure notes flowed from the old man's fingertips, which was actually a famous Beethoven piano song "Dedicated to Alice". Originally, it was extremely difficult to play piano music on the guitar, but the old man not only played the same melody, but also clearly played the notes of the piano with the guitar.

At this time, Ling Feng was completely immersed in the wonderful world of music, and did not pay attention to these details at all, hearing the love place, his eyes slowly closed, and with the beautiful notes of lyrical romance, or cheerful and pleasant, or fresh and elegant, or euphemistic and gentle, the mood seemed to completely pass through the hustle and bustle of the city, and slowly returned to nature and tranquility.

After playing "Dedicated to Alice", the old man had stopped playing, but Ling Feng was still intoxicated in the world of music for a long time.

When Ling Feng opened his eyes, there was nothing but admiration in his eyes, and after a while, the look in his eyes was replaced by shock. Although he is not deeply accomplished in music, he can also distinguish the sound of the guitar and the piano, and the old man plays not only touching people's hearts, full of charm, but also clearly playing the natural sound of the piano with the guitar.

Based on Ling Feng's thirty years of life experience, this kind of magic skill would not have been possible even in the most absurd dreams, but there were indeed no other musical instruments in this room except for a guitar.

The old man smiled and said, "Shocked? The tone was very flat, as if it were just a trivial skill.

Ling Feng knew that this kind of playing technique was not only unprecedented, but it was basically impossible for anyone to come later. There have been countless outstanding musicians in the history of mankind, Beethoven, Liszt, Terega, Chopin, etc., but I have not heard of anyone who can play the beautiful and pure melody of the piano with the guitar. At this time, where did he dare to question the old man's musical level, and his eyes were full of desire to learn.

The old man had already seen the desire in Ling Feng's heart, and said lightly, "Boy, do you want to learn?" ”

Ling Feng nodded.

The old man said: "You are now in the critical period of foundation building, how can you still be distracted?" The tone gradually turned stern, "Then didn't I spend my energy for you in vain some time ago?" ”

Ling Feng was a little surprised, and said, "I won't delay the progress of martial arts. ”

The old man stood up and said, "Look at your future appearance." After speaking, he turned around and left Ling Feng with an extremely depressed back.

Ling Feng was already an extremely proud person, although he could hear that the old man did not really refuse, but he no longer pleaded, of course, he did not have a grudge in his heart, after all, the old man spent a lot of energy for him to cut the scriptures and wash the marrow, and he had already gained his respect in his heart. He secretly made up his mind that he would work harder in the cultivation of internal strength.

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