Meng He didn't object, after all, this was a condition for spiritual cultivation proposed by Song Bin.

They followed Jiang Yunshan towards the palace gate, and just as Song Bin was about to walk into the hall gate, a familiar voice came from his body.

"Wait a minute! Don't go in yet! The old man hasn't finished reading yet!"

"The red-haired old man?"

The red-haired old man, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke at this time, and when he heard what the red-haired old man said, Song Bin couldn't help but stop again.

"The inscriptions on those two stone pillars are strange, they shouldn't be here!"

"What?"

Song Bin's eyes couldn't help but look towards the stone pillars on both sides of the palace gate, on this stone pillar, he didn't see any inscriptions from the red-haired old man except for those rock interlayers and strange ravines on them.

"What's the inscription? This must be a stone pillar made naturally by weathering, right?"

"That's not right!"

The red-haired old man said firmly:

"It's definitely not naturally formed, and looking at the inscription above, there should be many roots besides these two!"

"What kind of inscription is there......"

Song Bin couldn't help but walk towards the stone pillar, wanting to take a closer look at the inscription on it that the red-haired old man said.

"Nephew?"

Jiang Yunshan saw that Song Bin stopped again, his face showed doubts again, he thought to himself, this kid won't come up with any peerless poems.

Song Bin stopped, looked away from the stone pillar, looked at Jiang Yunshan and said with a smile:

"Senior Uncle Yunshan, were these two pillars originally on the top of this mountain?"

Jiang Yunshan nodded and replied:

"It's already here, it's not unusual, except for these two, but here, there are similar pillars on the top of other hills. ”

Song Bin was shocked, it was really as the red-haired old man said, there were really other such stone pillars.

"And ......"

Jiang Yunshan stroked his half-inch white beard, raised his head to look at a stone pillar, and then said:

"These pillars are like life, growing a few inches upwards every year. ”

"That's right! Where did they come from, I said that there was no trace of these stone pillars back then, and they were all buried in the mountains! No, no, the old man had to hurry back to the capital. ”

After hearing what Jiang Yunshan said, the red-haired old man looked extremely excited, as if he had discovered some big secret.

Song Bin scratched his head, and the red-haired old man was babbling in his mind, which gave him a little headache.

"What's wrong, nephew?"

Jiang Yunshan asked with some concern.

Song Bin grinned, and simply ignored the red-haired old man in his body:

"It's nothing, it's just a fly buzzing around my head. ”

"Oh, are there flies, there shouldn't be ...... on this mountain?"

Song Bin smiled awkwardly, indeed, there should be no flies on the mountain in this autumn......

The three of them walked into the hall gate, and Song Bin's body fell into silence again.

As soon as he entered the main hall, a sound of the piano came out.

The sound of the piano is very small, and the piano player does not seem to be very proficient in this piece, and the stuttering sound of the piano makes people sound uncomfortable.

The hall is extremely spacious, and in this hall, there are many yellow wood-colored bookshelves, which rise from the ground several feet high, and are about to reach the dome of the main hall.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly with the arrival of the three of them, Song Bin looked from the direction of the sound of the piano just now, and saw a piano placed on a low table, thinking that a girl in a white dress was sitting by the piano, stroking the strings, and looking at the three people who came from outside the palace gate with a slight smile.

"Master, Uncle Meng is good!"

The girl in the white dress held on to the strings, as if she was struggling to get up from the ground.

"When ......"

A string on the piano seemed to be unable to bear the weight of this girl, so it was directly disconnected!

"Yikes!"

The girl in the white dress hurriedly lifted her hand from the piano, looked at the hand, then looked at the strings, and smiled embarrassedly at Jiang Yunshan:

"Master, I accidentally broke this string......"

The girl in the white dress covered the hand that was pressed on the strings just now, danced her long skirt, and ran in the direction of Jiang Yunshan.

The girl's face gradually appeared in Song Bin's eyes, this girl looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, her skin was very white, her face was round and a little baby fat, and her watery eyes were bright and smart.

It's just that Song Bin's first reaction when he saw this girl was that this girl doll was not easy to deal with......

"Master, you can see that my hands are red. ”

"Oh?oh!"

Jiang Yunshan looked indifferent, just glanced at the hand of the girl in the white dress, and walked to the position where the girl stood up just now.

He stooped down, pulled up the short string, and said with a long sigh:

"You broke this string again?"

The girl in the white dress seemed to be very aggrieved, frowned, and walked to Jiang Yunshan's side with small steps:

"Master, this string is too unstrong, I just pressed it and it broke like this......"

"Hmph! It's okay if you broke the string this time, and it doesn't matter if you broke one of them that time, but once you said that your head was broken, what happened! Another time you said that the fly broke it?

"Master...... What do you say we are doing practicing this instrument in Jianhetang, and those poems and songs, what is the use of learning these things for our spiritual cultivation......"

The girl in the white dress pulled Jiang Yunshan's sleeve and kept throwing it up, only to see Jiang Yunshan flick the sleeve fiercely, and said angrily:

"If you want to practice, you can practice, where do you have so many words. ”

"Hmph! It's not because of the plain girl. ”

"You! Hey......"

Jiang Yunshan didn't seem to want to say something, he patted his forehead, and then took off the broken string and threw it aside.

Song Bin walked over, and when he saw this instrument sitting on a low table, he couldn't help but be a little curious.

He had always thought that the sound just now was from a kind of guqin, but he didn't expect it to be this kind of instrument of "Se", and it was fifty-stringed.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch this one, and he remembered some memories of his previous life.

According to the record in the "Historical Records", "the emperor made the plain girl drum fifty strings, sad, and the emperor forbade more than that, so it was broken into twenty-five strings."

Could it be that the plain girl mentioned in the "Historical Records" is exactly what they call the plain girl?

"Senior nephew, don't you still know how to drum, do you?!"

"Huh?!"

Song Bin looked at Jiang Yunshan with a happy face in a daze, it seemed that the action of stroking this Se just now made him think that he would still drum.

Song Bin hurriedly withdrew his hand from the ser, and said with an embarrassed smile:

"Uncle Yunshan, I really can't ...... this"