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Chapter 227: Fate

The beautiful melody came out of this dilapidated thatched pavilion in the woods, and the sound of the piano was soft, without the slightest jerkiness, like flowing water.

Yun Qiyou closed his eyes slightly, feeling it with his heart, but his eight fingers did not stop, plucking the strings.

Yun Yazi's eyes stared at the boss, and the wine in his mouth flowed down his open mouth, and he looked at the woman in white who was stroking the qin in front of him with some incredulity.

Suddenly, a few emerald chirped, Yun Yazi came back to his senses, looked up, but saw several cuckoos and magpies, which seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano, flying under the thatched pavilion, refusing to leave for a long time.

Yun Yazi swallowed his saliva and muttered, "Genius!

It took him thirty years to attract the birds, and he could barely believe his eyes when he was able to play such a beautiful piece of music as soon as he got started.

After the song was finished, there was a lingering sound, Yun Yazi was intoxicated for a while, and said to Yun Qiyou: "Qin can be calm, you are born with a quiet mind, but you are a rare genius in music and rhythm, have you ever learned the piano before?"

Yun Qiyou nodded and said: "The family teacher has studied the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and after I got started, almost all of them were by the side of the family teacher, and I knew a little bit, but I thought that these were all small and elegant things for self-cultivation and cultivation of sentiment, and I didn't dabble in it too much." ”

Yun Yazi said: "You are already very remarkable, I didn't expect that you could find a successor in your old age, which is enough to comfort your life, can you read the music score?"

Yun Qi thought for a moment and said, "Yes." ”

Yun Yazi was overjoyed, groped in his arms for a long time, took out a crumpled Qiankun storage bag, and then searched for a long time in the storage bag, and found a jade flute and a music score.

He handed over the score to Yun Qiyou, and said: "This is the ancient score "Six Reincarnations" that I got by chance a hundred years ago, with ancient words, the piano and flute ensemble, you stroke the qin and sing the lyrics, I will take the sound of the flute as a companion, and try to deduce it." ”

Yun Qiyou saw that Yun Yazi was as happy as a naughty child, and he couldn't bear to refuse in his heart, so he spread out the ancient score.

There are no symbols or anything like that, all of them are described in words, called minus notation, and all the fingering changes are shown in this awkward minus notation.

Yun Qiyou has the ability to never forget, and after reading it twice, he memorized all the thousands of words of subtractive character notation in his heart, and he knew all kinds of fingering changes and melody changes.

Then, she looked at the ancient words on one side, only glanced at it, and immediately stared, deeply attracted by the ancient words on it.

There is no blade of the sword, the thought of cutting the dust, and the three lives and seven generations are constantly chopping.

Reincarnation is bitter, the face is far away, who is with you on the road to the end of the world.

The beauty has fallen, the flowers are gone, and I only wish to sleep with you.

The heavens are vast, the red dust is noisy, what does immortality have to do with me.

A pot of wine, a sword, why is it so difficult?

Yun Qiyou was stunned, this was not the first time she had seen this ancient poem, that day in the mountain behind the reincarnation peak, Ye Xiaochuan had carved this poem on the stone wall.

At that time, when she saw this ancient poem for the first time, she felt a wave of sadness in her heart sweeping through her body, and even, she couldn't help but shed tears. It's as if the poem was written especially for her.

At this moment, when she saw this ancient poem again, her mood suddenly became complicated.

The appearance of the teenager involuntarily appeared in my mind.

She didn't know that for so many years, she had never looked at any man differently, but she was so obsessed with this boy who was a few years younger than herself.

The subtle changes in Yun Qiyou's expression couldn't escape the wise gaze of Yun Yazi's seniors.

Chopping dust, no edge, entangled for 10,000 years, three lives and seven generations of continuous evil fate, how could he not know?

He said slowly, "It's not the first time you've seen this ancient poem, right?"

Yun Qiyou suddenly came back to his senses, nodded and said, "I've seen it once." This word seems to ...... It seems to have something to do with me. ”

Yun Yazi said: "Of course it has a relationship, it is said that this poem was written by the first generation of the master of Wufeng for the first generation of the master of the dust cut ten thousand years ago. It is said that the divine sword is psychic, and the infatuation between Wufeng and the dust for thousands of years is lingering, all in this ancient poem. ”

The sound of the piano is resentful, and the sound of the flute is tactful, but soon Yun Yazi and Yun Qiyou both found that no matter how the two coordinated, the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute could not be integrated, and the single sound was perfect, and the two sounds together felt very jerky.

After breakfast in the dining hall of Jise-an, the nuns' morning service was over, and the whole world finally calmed down.

The melodious voice came down from Langya Mountain, and Ye Xiaochuan found that Baili Kite was pouting her plump and round buttocks, lying on a rock, looking at a young man with a on the mountainside stone with an obsessive expression.

The young man was in his early twenties, wearing a lilac gown, tied his hair in a bun, standing in the thin morning mist blowing a jade flute, his clothes and hair fluttering in the wind, not to mention how it was blowing, this dusty and chic artistic conception alone was enough to confuse countless girls.

Not to mention the Baili Kite who likes handsome guys and macho men, even if it is a lot of little bhikshuni in Jishi'an who are not strong in Buddha's heart, they also look up at the handsome Langjun who is playing the flute alone on the mountainside from time to time.

However, this kind of little nuns are still a minority, and most of the nuns who go to the canteen to eat after morning classes seem to be deaf to the sound of the flute and do not pay any attention to it.

Ye Xiaochuan pursed his lips and said, "What's the big deal, isn't it just a? It's just a trick to coax an ignorant little girl, what this son hates the most in his life is this kind of elegant embroidered pillow little white face, phew." ”

Baili Kite was dissatisfied: "You are just a rough person, how can you know such an elegant thing?" This young man should be a disciple of Langya Immortal Sect, and his flute blowing is not bad. ”

"That's good, too?"

Ye Xiaochuan plucked his ears with disdain and said, "Lao Tzu is better than him when he is three years old!"

Baili Kite rolled her eyes and said, "Get out of the way, don't disturb Aunt Ben's enjoyment of the wonderful song." ”

Ye Xiaochuan's heart was cold, and seeing that Baili Kite was enjoying it, he stomped his feet and hummed: "This kind of little white face ran to the nunnery in the morning to blow a flute to a group of nuns, and it was still "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", such thieves have ill intentions, and they must not be spared! Look at how this son can eliminate harm for the people!"

When Baili Kite turned his head to look, Ye Xiaochuan was gone, and he didn't know where he had gone.

The song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" is indeed not suitable for playing in front of a group of beautiful nuns, playing it in front of young ladies, it is a kind of elegance, playing it in front of a group of nuns, that is, looking for a fight, that is, disturbing the tranquility of Buddhism.

But this does not prevent the mood of Baili Kite from appreciating.

She has been walking in the world for ten years, and she knows more or less about the grievances between Langya Immortal Sect and Jishi'an, which is just a small means used by Langya Immortal Sect to disgust the nuns of Jishi'an.