The next day, early in the morning—

The warm spring light of several days has almost melted the snow covering Qingcheng, and the weeping willows on the bank of the river have also pulled out new shoots, but this day Qingcheng unexpectedly rained hazy and misty light rain, and the whole town seems to have fallen into this misty mist, and only the verdant green tiles of the city can be seen. The small city under the smoke and clouds is a different scenery.

A figure walked slowly from outside the city, looking like it had been walking for a long, long time, but a simple white dress was spotless, with long hair fluttering, draped over his shoulders, and his temperament was dusty, like an immortal in the sky falling into the mortal dust, contaminated with the ethereal mist of Qingcheng.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he walked along the moss-covered stone path.

Dressed in an old robe, all the dust gathered in the clothes.

Carrying a set of guqin zheng, every string is a divine will.

Walking through the old tree roots entrenched in the woods in the suburbs, walking through the long and distant bluestone slabs outside the city, every step is an indifferent ink-colored landscape.

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Pingsheng, such an artistic conception.

"Qingcheng, here, will you be here?"

It is like a horse watching the flowers, the man carries the guqin, and steps into this green town, at this time the sky has been bright, even if it is such a cloudy day, the market is now lively, all kinds of shouts one after another, so not jubilant. In fact, the light rain has long been dispensable, but the shining of spring in the past few days is not enough, and the snow has turned into snow but has not completely evaporated, rising into such a mist, which has a sense of fairyland on earth.

The man put away the quaint oil-paper umbrella and strolled through the lively market in Qingcheng, if anyone could look into his eyes at this time, he would be able to find that this was a pair of eyes that were never close to the fireworks in the world, and it was surprisingly ethereal. I saw that I walked in the market for a long time, and finally found a remote and inconspicuous location, I don't know where to take out a futon, put it on the ground, sit on it and put the guqin in front of me, without saying a word, and played.

The clear and clear sound of the piano flows, like ethereal flowing water from a deep valley and secluded mountain. Quietly flowing, dripping like a long dream, flowing with the fireworks of the world, the sound of the piano through the knocker sprinkled with patina, drifting through the tiles of the eaves of the blue ink, breaking through the downtown where you come and go, winding into the alleys next to the inn, sliding into the alleys of the suburbs, falling outside the quiet curtain, leisurely swinging-

"There is the sound of the piano. ”

On a restaurant dozens of meters away from where the man played the piano, Cao Wuming, who was sloppy, closed his eyes, took a sip of wine, listened to the melodious and long sound of the piano, and said slowly.

"Not far from here is the market in Qingcheng, presumably street artists are playing. A middle-aged man beside Cao Wuming said, also dressed in plain gray cloth, he and Cao Wuming have two completely different aura, one is sloppy and sloppy and has no quarrel with the world, and the other is gentle and peaceful, solid and reliable. The origin of this person is not simple, Wu Wu, the vice president of the Qizhong Academy, although his own cultivation is not high, but he is famous in the East Pole Domain with very rich theoretical knowledge, and it can also be said that he is a generation.

"Old Wu, I am not as good as you in terms of theoretical research, but if you want to look at people and things, you can't compare to me. Cao Wuming was half-lying on the chair, his eyes squinting out of the window of the small restaurant, the source of the sound of the piano-

"Most of the songs that street performers play to make a living are joyful songs, but what do you hear in this piano? What I hear is running water. ”

"It's because my cultivation is shallow, and the mundane is too heavy to hear, but Wuming, when did you know so much about music and rhythm?" Wu Wu's eyes froze, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Although the piano and the sword are not connected, they are the same, and they both pay attention to the realm of the sound of the big sound. And the cultivation of this 'artist' who plays the piano is not under my sword, when did you come to such a great god?"

After another song, the man's hands left the strings, and he carried the guqin to his back again, but was about to leave but was blocked by two tall men:

"This little brother, our son-in-law wants you to go to our Zhong family's mansion to play, come with us. ”

When the man heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced to the side, and there was a young man in a gorgeous costume a few meters away, and then saluted the two guards with a smile on his face:

"Childe is fortunate to appreciate Ren, Ren is grateful, but today Ren is a little tired, inconvenient to play the piano again, and ask the two to tell your son, Ren is afraid that he will have high hopes for the son. ”

"Toast and don't eat and drink, don't go, then we'll smash your piano!"

The two guards looked back at the nobleman in the fancy clothes, nodded when they saw him, and then said to the man, seeing that the fist was about to swing to the man's face, but suddenly it was blocked by something, and the two looked at it, it was actually a sword, an iron sword suspended in mid-air but not unsheathed. Just when the two guards were puzzled, the noble prince who was a few meters away was instantly frightened by the sword, and shouted for help, but his body was scurrying around like a headless fly, yes, this prince was the Zhong Ying who was cleaned up by Cao Wuming. When the two guards saw that their son-in-law had actually become like this, and then remembered the sword that sent the son-in-law to the Zhong family's courtyard a few days ago, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and they couldn't help but control the man, and they quickly escaped.

"Thank you brother Taiwan for your help, Ren is here to thank you. ”

The man who called himself 'Ren' glanced up in the direction of the restaurant where Cao Wuming was, a chuckle on the corner of his mouth, and then turned to the iron sword and saluted. Then he sat down again, placed the harp in front of him, and said to the iron sword:

Ren has no wealth and no name, only a piano skill, and he presented an ugly song to his brother to show his gratitude. ”

Anyway, stroke the piano again, but this time it is no longer as long as before, both the sound of the piano and the artistic conception are much faster than before, direct and clear, in one go but without any skills, awe-inspiring like the wind and grass, majestic like the wind tiger cloud dragon. After a song, without any superfluous movements, he put away the piano, got up, saluted again in the direction where Cao Wuming was, and then turned around indifferently and left.

In the small restaurant, Cao Wuming's gaze was extremely complicated, his fingers were stagnant in mid-air, the sword was still suspended in place, and after a long pause, Cao Wuming looked at the figure that was gradually moving away, and bowed deeply.

"Wuming, you ......"

"In the sound of his piano, I heard the mountains. ”