Qin, in the world of all souls, is the abbreviation of Yaoqin.

Yaoqin, a lyre, is a lyre, with sycamore as wood, making zuò piano frame, with horsetail, monster fascia or other similar things as strings.

Seven strings, you can play all kinds of beautiful music.

Yong Ling'er said that she wanted to learn to play the piano because she saw a lesson on the jade cocoon to play the yaoqin.

She also once heard others play the yaoqin, and she thought it was very good, and she also felt that the movements of the person who played the piano were very beautiful.

Getting Jiang Chen's promise, Yong Ling'er was very happy.

Soon after, she came to the temple.

According to the guidance on the jade cocoon, Yong Ling'er came to the palace and classroom recorded on the jade cocoon.

Soon after, she found the classroom where she taught the yaoqin to play the missile.

The person who taught the missile to play the yaoqin was a man who was richly dressed and had an elegant face, with delicate facial features, a quiet smile, soft eyes, and fingers like flying butterflies.

As his ten fingers fluctuated, a steady stream of beautiful sounds came out from the strings.

Yong Ling'er soon indulged in the beautiful sound of the piano, she subconsciously walked over and found a place to sit down.

The murmuring sound of the piano, just like the notes of Yue'er, continued to float in Yong Ling'er's ears, and like Yong Ling'er, other disciples were also attracted by this beautiful sound of the piano.

It wasn't until the end of the song that everyone slowly woke up from that wonderful artistic conception.

Thunderous applause followed.

The elegant man who taught Yaoqin smiled slightly, waved his hand, and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

His gaze swept over the crowd. couldn't help but stop on Yong Ling'er's body. When Yong Ling'er came over quietly just now, he was playing attentively, so he didn't notice that there was such a stunning woman among his students at this time. I can't help but lose my mind.

Originally, most of the disciples who studied Yaoqin were women, and these women were also female cultivators with good looks, but at this time, Yong Ling'er appeared. Originally, those female cultivators who were still in good shape were overshadowed.

"Elder Huangfu, what is the name of the song you played just now?" a disciple asked, and only then did Jiang Chen Huangfu Jun wake up from his momentary shock.

Huang Fujun hurriedly retracted his stunned expression and regained his elegant smile again. Said: "The song I just played is called Winter Snow Three Pools!"

"The three pools of winter snow are still beautiful, and they are as beautiful as their songs. ”

"That's right, ethereal and distant, like a heavy snowfall and a beautiful pool......"

Huang Fujun smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Your understanding is good, the artistic conception of this song." It is indeed in the heavy snow, and there are three clear pools. However, I don't know which disciple. Can you guess the feelings depicted in this piece?"

"The feelings depicted?"

Huang Fujun's question made everyone fall silent for a moment, although they could hear the heavy snow, the pond water, and the ethereal artistic conception from the sound of Huang Fujun's piano, but they didn't know this song. What kind of feelings do you want to express?

"This disciple, you come to answer!" Huang Fujun suddenly pointed at Yong Ling'er. Said with a smile.

"Huh?" Yong Ling'er was slightly stunned, she didn't expect Huang Fujun to actually point to herself.

But. She stood up anyway.

"What kind of feelings can you hear from the sound of my piano?" Huang Fujun asked with a smile, as he spoke, he walked towards Yong Ling'er, the closer he got to Yong Ling'er, the more he admired Yong Ling'er's beauty in his heart.

"I think...... It is like a woman waiting for her husband from afar by the pool, and her husband must be in the wind and snow, hurrying home. She is waiting for her husband who has not yet returned home......" Yong Ling'er said what she thought in her heart.

When the others heard Yong Ling'er's answer, there was nothing unusual.

But Huang Fujun was shocked, because this poem of winter snow and three pools describes the bitter longing of a woman waiting for her husband to come home by the pool.

"Have you heard this song before?" asked Huang Fujun, looking at Yong Ling'er.

Yong Ling'er shook her head.

Huang Fujun saw that Yong Ling'er's expression did not seem to be fake, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart, and asked again: "Have you ever learned Yaoqin?" Can you play the piano?"

Yong Ling'er shook her head and said, "I can't play the piano, and I haven't learned it!"

"You haven't learned, but you can understand the artistic conception of the three pools of winter snow just by listening to me play the three pools of winter snow. You are very good!" Huang Fujun's eyes showed appreciation.

"But...... I don't think this piece is over yet, as if it has been cut off from the middle of life!"

Huang Fujun was even more shocked, his eyes showed surprise, he was sure that this woman was definitely a genius, a genius with a deep talent in the piano path.

He took a deep breath and said, "That's right, this piece is indeed not over. In fact, the record of Dongxue Santan is a woman waiting for her husband who returned from afar next to Sanwang Waterhole, but she did not wait for her husband, but waited for the bad news that her husband was killed by robbers on the road. The woman, so sad that she threw herself into the pool and died...... This is a story of extreme sadness. Therefore, the music is also very sad.

Because at the beginning, this piece describes a kind of longing and longing feelings, and people's emotions can't help but pull into this atmosphere, so that the people who listen to the piano are deeply moved, and they can't help but hope that the woman's husband will return as soon as possible, but the result is very sad. Therefore, the second half of this piece is rarely played. ”

Yong Ling'er didn't expect this story to end so sadly, and she couldn't help but reveal a sense of pathos in her heart.

"Teacher, can you play the song again?" said one of the disciples.

Huang Fujun nodded and stroked Yaoqin again.

As the piano sounded, it seemed that in the sky, goose feathers and heavy snow suddenly drifted. Between heaven and earth, there is a vast expanse.

At the edge of the icy pool, a woman with eager eyes, her face full of anxiety and joy, anticipation and apprehension.

Because I heard Huang Fujun talk about the story just now. Therefore, these disciples, when they hear the sound of the piano at this time, they can clearly perceive the artistic conception in the sound of the piano.

However, in the end, when Huang Fujun lay on Yaoqin with both hands at the same time, everyone felt it in their throats. It's like holding a ball of breath, and without spitting it out, it swallows it back vigorously.

This is because this piece was cut off alive before it was finished.

And at this time. In Yong Ling'er's mind, there were naturally wonderful notes, and these notes soon formed a very sad tune, which was played in Yong Ling'er's mind.

Yong Ling'er's face, I don't know when, was already in tears, and she was completely immersed in that sad feeling.

The woman did not wait for her husband to return home. But I waited for the obituary of my husband's death!

"Boom!"

It's like a thunderbolt from the blue, completely destroying the woman's entire world.

Heartbroken, she threw herself into the icy cold pool......

"This disciple. Are you alright?" Huang Fujun noticed Yong Ling'er who was in tears, walked over, and gently stroked Yong Ling'er's shoulders with both hands.

At this time, Yong Ling'er woke up from her sad artistic conception, and her shoulders were still twitching.

Seeing this beautiful woman crying so badly, I don't know why. Guang Fujun's heart thumped, he suddenly felt. This woman is the bosom friend he has been longing for in the depths of his heart.

"That's right. It's her, I must make her my Taoist companion!"

"Why are you crying?" asked Guang Fujun tentatively.

Yong Ling'er only steadied herself at this time, and she took a step back, so she dodged the two hands that Huang Fujun put on her shoulders.

"I think I heard the next tune...... I feel so sad!" Yong Ling'er whispered.

"What?" Guang Fujun felt incredible, then he shook his head and smiled: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Guang Fujun doesn't believe that there is such a thing in this world, a song, as long as you listen to the first half of the song, the second half will automatically appear in your mind.

"Elder Huangfu, can I play your piano?" Yong Ling'er stood up.

Huang Fujun was slightly stunned, because he had heard Yong Ling'er say that she couldn't play the piano and hadn't learned.

However, he still nodded, made an elegant gesture, and motioned for Yong Ling'er to come to the stage.

Yong Ling'er had no other thoughts in her heart at this time, she only had one thought, and that was to play the whole song.

I don't know why, this thought has become the biggest expectation in her heart at this time.

She slowly walked up to the stage and sat down in front of Huangfu Jun's Yaoqin.

Then she took a deep breath and put her hands on the strings.

"Knock ......"

Yong Ling'er flicked it lightly, and a jerky voice came.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help frowning.

Yong Ling'er plucked the strings a few more times, and it can be seen from these few strokes that she really can't play the piano.

However, at this time, no one spoke, and no one stopped Yong Ling'er, because Yong Ling'er's expression infected everyone.

Just after Yong Ling'er kept plucking the strings a few times, she already had a clear understanding of the sound made by the air root strings in her heart.

Then, she began to play.

She played the first half of the song, starting with the woman waiting in Hantan.

At the beginning, she played very hard, and there were even many places where there were out of tune and pitch change, but by the quarter of the time she played, her movements had become more and more skillful, and every note became more and more accurate.

By the time the first half was finished, she was able to play every note with great accuracy.

After playing the song that Huang Fujun originally played, Yong Ling'er did not stop, her fingers flicked, and the sound of the piano suddenly became sad and high-pitched.

Then, she played the sound of the piano in her heart very naturally.

At this time, Huang Fujun was already completely stunned.

The other disciples were completely immersed in the sad mood of the song.

Finally, after the song was over, Yong Ling'er burst into tears again.

But this time, she suddenly stood up, and in her eyes, there was not only a heartbroken sadness, but also a monstrous killing intent.

Yong Ling'er had already remembered that the reason why she could feel the artistic conception of this piece so clearly was because she was once the person in the song...... (To be continued)

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