The sound of the piano is clear and clear, like a stream, flowing from a distant valley.

Zhao Shiran stayed in Tiannan Mountain for nearly a month, and followed Mu Zhengyang and Lu Yuanxing to sketch on the mountain, and had some understanding of the geography and topography of Tiannan Mountain.

Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi followed closely behind Zhao Shiran, stepping on the soft and moist land covered with moss and weeds, and looking up at the big trees that covered the sky and the sun.

Only specks of sunlight shine through the gaps in the leaves.

The sound of the piano in the ears of Zhao Shiran, Chen Mengyao, and Mao Jiazhi gradually became clear, crisp, melodious, elegant, and free with a self-satisfied color.

The artistic conception is profound, the expression is free and easy, the majestic mountains, the oceans of water, the Ding Ding of the axe, and the sound of the oars, faintly appear under the fingers.

Zhao Shiran, Chen Mengyao, and Mao Jiazhi seem to be immersive, with silent mountains and forests, gurgling water, strange stones, and strange pines.

The fisherman rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, carried the basket, and walked freely by the water's edge, while the woodcutter discarded his axe and shovel among the loose pines, and rested on the stones beside him.

The tune rises and falls, and the two are faintly heard asking and answering.

The conversation seems to encompass the mystery of heaven and earth, yin and yang education, and life morality, and it also contains the emotion of seeing the gains and losses of thousands of years of ancient and modern rise and fall, and only the green mountains are unharmed.

Yamanaka.

The pond water is turquoise, and the green bamboo is straight.

The water flowed out of the deep pool and bubbled forward.

Mu Zhengyang sat cross-legged in the rocks, put the dead wood dragon chanting qin across his body, closed his eyes and stroked the strings, the whole person merged with the green mountains and flowing water, and reached a mysterious and mysterious state in the playing.

Suddenly.

Mu Zhengyang heard the sound of his own blood flowing in his veins, like the roaring of the raging Yellow River.

The blood in the whole body circulates for a week, and gradually subsides but seems to become more viscous.

Some of the internal qi that originally grew in the internal organs was also transferred to the blood vessels, and the blood ran throughout the body.

"That's blood flowing like mercury!"

With the help of the hazy gas in the books, Mu Zhengyang practiced the cultivation of the body to the second layer of the realm of endless qi in the five internal organs and six internal organs for a month, and he failed to break through to the third level for a long time, but he didn't expect to sit and play the piano in the mountains but accidentally broke through.

However, the rhythm of the playing is not chaotic at all, and the sound flowing from the fingertips changes like the "ink and color" in Chinese painting, with rich and distinct layers.

The strong sound is thick and firm like burnt ink, and the light sound is ethereal and clear like wet ink, and there are rich transitional colors in between.

Although Mao Jiazhi worked as a guitarist in the Zha Fu Ren Band, he graduated from Changhe Art Institute with a major in guqin, and studied with the famous guqin master Ding Chengyun for four years.

Although he has been playing the guitar during school, and has also formed a band with Chen Mengyao and others, he has accumulated profound artistic accomplishment by Ding Chengyun's side for several years.

When Chen Mengyao heard the sound of the piano, it seemed to be bathing in a clear spring, and the boredom and anxiety in her heart faded a lot, and she said like a dream: "The sound of this guqin is so good!"

Mao Jiazhi nodded, and said thoughtfully: "This is one of the top ten qin songs, "Fisherman's Q&A", the ups and downs of several musical phrases are played very chic and elegant, the first paragraph into the board after the eighteenth measure, the twenty-first measure of the two falling sentences were originally gradually getting stronger, but this person was treated as obviously weakened, which made people feel a leisurely and complacent atmosphere, and the two at the end of the second paragraph. The phrase should have been gradually getting stronger, but this person was dealing with it as gradually weakening, which made people feel leisurely and comfortable, and it was difficult for non-guqin people to make such a clever treatment!"

The three of them continued to walk along to the sound of the piano, through a half-man-high bush, and not far away there was a stream two meters wide.

The sound of the piano seems to flow down the mountain with the flowing water, and Zhao Shiran took Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi up the stream, climbing up a hillside and seeing a deep pool.

The waterhole is surrounded by green bamboo orchids, smooth stones of different sizes, and a young man with an elegant temperament sits on a boulder and plays the piano.

Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi's eyes widened, they thought that the teacher in Zhao Shiran's mouth was an old man with a white beard and fluttering fairy bones, but what they saw was a young man of the same age as them.

Especially Chen Mengyao, who had met Mu Zhengyang in the Nanshan Liquor Store before, and had questioned Mu Zhengyang's secret wine, and looked blankly at Mu Zhengyang, who seemed to be a relict and independent person in the stream, "The hermit master who lived on the top of Tiannan Mountain that Director Wang said was actually him? The person who sold wine next door to Xinxin Flower Shop?"

Mao Jiazhi was churning in his heart, the guqin was in need of accumulation, and he murmured with an incredible face: "This person is too young! He actually has the level of a guqin master! There is also this piano, it's too simple, and it doesn't even paint it, but this faucet ...... It's like it's alive!"

Mu Zhengyang's eyes still hadn't opened, and he said softly: "You guys are here!"

"Teacher, do you know we're coming?", Zhao Shiran asked.

Mu Zhengyang smiled and nodded, he could hear the wind and grass within five hundred meters after he broke through to the third layer, and he heard footsteps when Chen Mengyao and the others were still five hundred meters away.

Except for Zhao Yushi and other people who like calligraphy, almost no one will come to Tiannan Mountain, and the only thing he has recently revealed is that he saved his uncle Mu Dahe in the county hospital, although he did it very secretly, but he met Wang Ligang at the door, this time Chen Mengyao came worriedly, it was obvious that he encountered the same situation as Mu Dahe, and the county hospital could not solve it, so he asked Chen Mengyao to come to Tiannan Mountain to find himself.

Chen Mengyao came out of the hospital for four hours, and after seeing Mu Zhengyang, she said eagerly: "Mu ...... Mr. Mu ......"

Mu Zhengyang continued to finish playing the last paragraph, opened his eyes and looked at Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi and said: "I know, you follow Ran Ran down the mountain first, wait under the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village, I will come immediately!"

"Oh ......", Chen Mengyao was shocked by Mu Zhengyang, and her mind was blank.

"This person is too powerful, isn't it! You don't even ask, you know?", Mao Jiazhi was surprised.

After Mu Zhengyang finished speaking, he picked up the dead wood dragon yinqin, and with a light touch on the stone with his toes, his figure floated out two or three meters away.

This is to avoid looking too shocking in front of Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi, after getting out of the sight of the two, the breath in Mu Zhengyang's blood concentrated on the soles of his feet, and he moved directly between the trees, his body was like a ghost floating in the mountains.

Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi followed Zhao Shiran down the mountain, Mao Jiazhi couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked, "Little sister, do you also know how to play the piano and know medical skills?"

Zhao Shiran shook his head: "I just followed the teacher to learn calligraphy!"

"Calligraphy, your teacher can also calligraphy?", Mao Jiazhi couldn't close his chin.