Wenyinmen, a sect in the south of the Huichen Continent that focuses on music cultivation.

Wenyinmen is a small sect in Qincheng, but it is a little famous near Qincheng, the main sound of Lingshuang is the peak of cultivation, and it is the first female cultivator in the vicinity, not only the person is pure and beautiful, but also the rhythm is also excellent, even the monks who are higher than her are also very polite to it, and there is also a saying in Qincheng, "For Wenshuang a song, this life enters the sound door." ”

However, Wenyinmen has been very unpeaceful recently, because the master of Wenyinmen has recently accepted a new disciple named Qin Tong. This person is in his thirties, but he is proficient in all aspects of the carillon and Xiaosheng, and he should be the future pillar of the Wenyin Sect, but he fell into the evil path and finally betrayed the sect.

What the hell is going on?

When Yin Lingshuang was traveling outside, he suddenly heard a burst of piano sound, which was full of vitality, and the rhythm was extremely accurate. Then Yin Lingshuang followed the sound of the piano to find the boy who played the piano, and after some conversation, Yin Lingshuang learned that this young man was from a scholarly family in the world, named Qin Tong. However, the head of the family is very disgusted with him, although the gentleman should be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but this son does not like to read, and often sneaks out to play the piano.

This saved Yin Lingshuang a lot of trouble, and after talking with the head of the family, he took the young man away. This young man was thirteen years old when he was taken away, and when he left, he was reluctant to give up on his family, so in order to let him cultivate with peace of mind, Yin Lingshuang allowed him to go home to visit once a month.

This young man is really a genius, and he has broken through to the early stage of transforming into a god in just over ten years. And this young man's understanding of music and rhythm is as fast as cultivation, usually Qin Tong likes to sneak out to perform in Qincheng, every time he appears, everyone surrounds him, and over time, he is even famous in Qincheng. However, the master of the door is not satisfied with him, how can a person who practices music and rhythm like the prosperity of the world, which will affect the realm of the qinyi. Although the door master warned him many times, Qin Tong never listened. Although the master of the sect punished him, his cultivation speed had indeed never slowed down, and he had to turn a blind eye to him when he went out to perform.

It was all quite calm, until this Qin Tong played that tune. The master of Wenyin Gate has always been known for her tranquility and elegance, and those who have listened to her songs, even if they are highly cultivated, will be immersed in them for a long time after the songs, which is also something that Yin Lingshuang is quite proud of. When Qin Tong was performing in the city, he first played this quiet and elegant tune, and everyone was fascinated and immersed in it. This made Qin Tong feel very uncomfortable, there was a feeling that everyone was drunk and I was sober, this feeling may be very comfortable for some people, but he absolutely couldn't bear it.

After Qin Tong returned to the sect, he was haunted by this, he felt that it was a kind of loneliness, but he hated loneliness. "This kind of song is simply sacrificing myself and happiness for others, why should I continue to play it?" Qin Tongsi thought about it and had no solution, but it was even more uncomfortable for him to give up playing than killing him. "What should I do, what should I do?" this question bothered him for a long time, making him not only unable to practice, but also in no mood to play anymore. When the sect saw that he no longer went out to perform arts, he thought that he had finally gathered his mind and immersed himself in music, but he was a lot happier.

A month has passed, Qin Tong still hasn't found a suitable answer, he doesn't know what to do. While he was meditating on the tracks, he suddenly heard the chirping of birds outside the window. This birdsong was crisp and pleasant, giving Qin Tong a feeling that the depression could be soothed. "Birdsong, birdsong, birdsong!" Qin Tong seemed to suddenly figure out something, and went back to his room to take out the piano that he hadn't played for a month. The tune played by Qin Tong this time was very different from the past, it was very ugly, and there was even a feeling of noise. Qin Tong became more and more intoxicated the more he played, and finally even danced with the piano, although the dance was extremely ugly.

The artists who have disappeared for a long time in the piano city have finally reappeared, but this time the sound of the piano discouraged everyone, and even stayed away. It's really ugly, and just listening to it makes people want to cover their ears. Although Qin Tong played very comfortably, only a child listened to his piano. After finishing the song, Qin Tong found that there was only one child around, which was a huge blow to him, which was a greater loneliness, but fortunately, there was a child who was still listening to his piano. "Does my piano sound good?" the child shook his head. "It's hard to hear. This made Qin Tong very sad, "Then why do you want to listen to it again?" The child tilted his head and thought for a while, "Because, because the song is great, right? Is it called a tune? I don't know, I don't understand this." The child's plausible answer made Qin Tong wake up like a dream. "Ah, it's Qin's problem, Qin doesn't fit this tune!" Qin Tong threw down a bottle of elixir and rushed back to his sect with Qin in his arms. The child picked up the bottle, and he didn't know what it was for, so he took it home to show his father.

Qin Tong returned to the sect and tried to play his own tunes with a bell, flute, and sheng, but the effect was very poor, and he was very dissatisfied. Qin Tong thought back to all the music theory knowledge he had learned, and found that the most suitable piece for this piece was actually the qin. "But not with Jean. Qin Tong pondered for a long time, and finally came up with a good way to make a musical instrument by himself.

When Qin Tong was making musical instruments, he thought a lot and added a lot of personal ideas. He felt that it was troublesome to hold the piano, so he shrunk the body. The body of the instrument is reduced, and the string is naturally reduced by one. The sound was long, but there was no sense of resonance, so he made a hole in the piano so that the sound would pass through the hole and create a deep feeling, and then he felt that it was not enough, so he hollowed out most of the body. Because the body of the piano is small, Qin Tong reduced the bow head (a part of the piano) so that his piano was preliminarily completed.

When the instrument is finished, it is natural to play. It's just that when Qin Tong went out to play this time, everyone stayed away. Qin Tong didn't care and started his own performance. The sound of this piano is extremely penetrating, and it is completely different from the normal sound of the piano. Unlike in the past, which conveyed tranquility and elegance, this time the sound of the piano was full of vitality and inclammation, and many passers-by swayed unconsciously after listening to it for a short time. Qin Tong became more and more involved in playing, and then directly picked up the piano and danced while playing, at this time there were already a lot of people gathered around, in a city like Qincheng, there were hundreds of people dancing to the music in one place, although the dance was not good-looking, but the scene was a shock. Qin Tong was also in this group of people, humming while dancing, and the sound of the piano was non-stop, and everyone shook their heads together. Finally, Qin Tong's song ended, and everyone stopped. This time Qin Tong was very satisfied, this was his favorite feeling.

Qin Tong was very satisfied, but the Wenyin Gate blew up, and almost all the elders wanted to expel him from the sect, and the sect master only gave him a chance to explain. He explained for a long time, but he still couldn't change the elders' opinions. "There are so many people, what does it look like to twist around in the city?" "This is also worthy of being called a musical instrument?" "You actually tampered with the piano handed down by your ancestors?" Qin Tong, who said it sentence by sentence, was in a very bad mood. At this time, the master of the door spoke, "Qin Tong, people always make mistakes, I am willing to beg the elders to give you a chance, as long as you admit your mistakes, you will no longer play this kind of music in the future, and I will not expel you from the sect." Yin Lingshuang didn't want him to leave, not only because he was a genius, but also because he was reluctant. But Qin Tong couldn't accept it, "I'm sorry, I'm ashamed of my master's training, but I can't give up my instrument." All my things should be returned to the master. "After all, Qin Tong is also a cultivator of the Transformation God Realm, and he also has a lot of assets, all of which have been handed over to the sect. When Qin Tong left Wenyinmen, he only took the piano he made. "That instrument should disappear with you, we'll be disgusted when we see it. The elder didn't forget to speak ill of him before leaving, but not far from the Wenyin Gate, he saw the person who had guided him into the path of cultivation.

"You, do you really want to admit that you were wrong?" Yin Lingshuang looked at him, and there seemed to be some sparkle in his eyes. Qin Tong lowered his head, he didn't dare to look up at the master who had been teaching him all these years. "The disciple is unwilling. Yin Lingshuang walked towards him, and finally, passed by. "Well, if one day you find out you're wrong, come back, I'll talk to the elders. In the end, tears still flowed out of Qin Tong's eyes first, but Yin Lingshuang was no longer visible. "Master. "I'm not your master anymore, I used to be, and I may be in the future, but now, no. Yin Lingshuang finally walked back to Wenyinmen, but Qin Tong never dared to turn back, nor did he dare to move forward, just standing there, standing, tears flowing down his cheeks, he helplessly hugged his qin. "Mingming just doesn't like loneliness, Mingming...... How so?"

Since then, the piano city vendor has not been seen again.