"Sure enough, it's the piano of immortal products, not bad." Elder Gongsun is also a person who has seen the world, and he doesn't sigh too much, in one of them, he has some understanding of this young pavilion master of Qianji Pavilion, and he heard that this person is unruly in money, never saving, and he doesn't need to guess to know that he has spent a lot of money.

"Okay, today I will take you to practice the structure of the piano itself." Elder Gongsun's expression was shocked, and there was no noise in all directions, so he began to explain and listen to him.

"First of all, the top of the piano is usually made of pine wood in order to vibrate sufficiently. At the same time, the inner and outer sides are in the shape of a tile arc, which is glued together with the bottom plate to form a piano. The body is made of a base tire that is mixed with raw lacquer and antler cream powder, and after drying and smoothing, the raw lacquer must be wiped many times. ”

"The wood of the piano surface must be well-selected, the texture comb is straight and symmetrical, the ancient temple girder is the best wood, the inner abdomen of the piano surface is cut into a chamber, and there is a slight uplift of Nayin in the dragon pond and wind swamp. Generally, it is common to have two sound columns (sky pillar and ground pillar) connected to the bottom plate of the panel, and the vibration is ......"

"Then there are the strings, and the qin has seven strings, which represent the palace and the Shang ......."

After talking for a long time, I finished talking about the structure of the piano itself, and sure enough, any culture is broad and profound, you can not like it, but no one is qualified to slander it, and here the last one said that the piano skills are not good, and it is useless to meet Elder Gongsun, and now he has been expelled from the star field.

"Come on, I'm going to teach some simple tunes today, and that's all for the sound of each string, everything has to be practiced hard, your starting point is the same, come on." Elder Gongsun then quickly talked about the score, but fortunately, everyone is a monk, and they still memorize it quickly.

Besides, I remember it very seriously, especially Gongsun Condensation.

At the end, the main event came, "Condensation, you come to play a song for everyone!" "Elder Gongsun knows that this daughter has been practicing music since she was a child, and her talent is unparalleled, and she is tired of hearing this foundation, but she is still as serious as the first time, so she naturally wants to show it.

"Okay."

Raise your hand lightly, put it on the strings, hold the strings with your left hand, pluck it gently with your right hand, extremely slowly, and the rhythm increases little by little, like a green grassland, there are big trees just sprouting on the side of the road, shouting, there is an echo.

The melodious sound of the piano intoxicated everyone, as if they could see a young girl running happily on the green meadow, carefree, surrounded by wild flowers and lush trees beside the road.

The string sound flows, noisy and urgent, as if the autumn wind is coming, cut like a selfish, it seems to be a falling leaf, the flowers and plants are decaying, which is mixed with a little timbre, it should be the scene of the girl not giving up the flowers and plants to wither.

The playing was slow, but every note was heavy, the snowflakes were scattered, the wind and snow were raging, and the ice covered this green place, and suddenly it was urgent, and her fingers were fast, and the girl ran over, embraced the world, and froze here together, ending the song.

"This song is called Four Seasons, it was written when I was young, and it was also the key for me to catch up with her mother, hahaha." Elder Gongsun seemed to be very satisfied with this song, "The condensation is really affected, and the play is good, and it is not the fourth paragraph, it is vivid, vivid and realistic."

"Thank you dad for the compliment."

The surrounding disciples burst into thunderous applause, the beauty and strength are high, and the rhythm is so unattainable, everyone who says it is the same, but it will not be good if it is good? This one king hangs a group of rookies.

"That's it for today, the old man will go first." Elder Gongsun's voice echoed, but the person was gone.

Zhou Nuo said: "The elder is really eclectic! Gongsun condensed and smiled awkwardly, she also knew in her heart that this was her mother who had transmitted the voice to him.

"Let's go back."

Zhou Nuo couldn't look directly at this girl who played the piano so well, nodded, and still chatted hard: "Why do you play so well?" ”

"My father is a piano fairy."

The two walked out under the gaze of a crowd, ignoring all the gazes, Chiba also shook his head, and walked back by himself, he had no one to accompany here, because the people he knew would not be able to return to the sect until two days later, and he would also go to live outside.

Those medicinal materials and everything were basically sent back to the Thousand Machines Pavilion, for this reason, his father was also the master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion, and he also rewarded him with some hidden weapons, one named Qing Feng, which was hidden in the sleeve on weekdays, aiming and shooting, enough to penetrate the aura defense of the ordinary golden pill, but only some trauma when it hit the flesh.

"If you have time, I hope that Senior Sister Condensation will give you more guidance." Along the way, the two have become acquainted with each other.

"It doesn't matter." After condensing it, it was still so concise.

Zhou Nuo went back and went straight to the back mountain, sitting on a stone platform, while cultivating spiritual power, and feeling the surrounding cultivation of mental power at the same time, suddenly, he jumped up, his fists and feet were windy, and his legs jumped up to a height of seven meters.

The meteorite palm slapped out, and a one-meter-deep pit remained on the ground, and the surrounding bamboos were blown crooked by the palm wind, and the dust was all over the sky.

Every string was played repeatedly, every subtle change in position, a slip and a flick repeated a hundred times, and he had to be familiar with the pronunciation of every place before he could play an unmistakable score, and it was enough for an hour that the moon was hanging high, and his arms were a little numb.