The lonely moon hung high, and the cold wind on the cliff was blowing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoUnder the moonlight, there are layers of ripples on the sea of clouds, white and flawless, like a fairyland.

On the cliff, Lu Qi felt the cold wind blowing in his face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, and he couldn't help but whisper in his heart:

'Xiaodao!, please, my uncle!You're so old, you're still called Xiaodao!, so what am I?'

pursed his lips, but he didn't expect this master to be a tease. But Lu Qi didn't dare to provoke him, in order to follow the old way, Lu Qi could only give up:

"Invited by Taoist friends, I dare not resign. But I've only learned one song, and if it's inappropriate, I'll look at Daoyou Haihan!"

The sloppy Taoist didn't care, sat on the ground, and personally helped Lu Qi set up the piano. Two more jars of wine were opened, and one jar was placed next to the guqin, no need to think about it, it should be prepared for Lu Qi.

Then Lao Dao made a gesture of please, leaned against a mountain rock, and drank it.

"Then I'll be ugly. ”

This old way of showing is completely a temperamental person, although there are some jokes, and stealing wine, but he also gave silver, although it is far worse than the value of wine, but he is also a particular person.

Therefore, Lu Qi was not pretentious, hugged his fists, and sat down.

Stroking the piano with both hands, pressing the strings virtually, calming and relaxed, as if he had changed a person.

The piano technique is learned today, and all he knows is a song of the east wind. Although it will only be one song, this song has been practiced by Lu Qi to the level of the Great Perfection.

For this piece alone, he is no worse than any of the piano masters.

Airplanes!

The piano sounds!

I didn't feel it when I first heard it, but as the sound of the piano slowly spread, the sloppy old road slowly fell in. The rhythm of this song is fast and bleak, and it tells the story of the battle.

As the sound of the piano gradually accelerated, an iron-blooded battlefield of a large army was presented in front of Lao Dao's eyes. The battlefield was full of bones and wails, and I don't know how many people died here.

One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither!

After a while, the sound of the piano turned sad, and old faces and resentful young women appeared in the picture. Holding the blood-stained robe in both hands, tears rained down.

Pictures of white-haired people sending black-haired people, and widowed brides appeared in front of Lao Dao's eyes.

Sadness arose, Lao Dao's eyes were closed, and his face was bitter.

The cold wind on the top of the mountain swept mercilessly, the stars retreated, and there was only a lonely moon left in the deep night sky. The wind is desolate, as if it is crying out for the young man who is buried in the battlefield.

At the end of the song, heaven and earth are silent.

Lu Qi picked up the wine jar and poured a sip, quietly waiting for the sloppy old man to come back to his senses from the sound of the piano.

After a while, the sloppy old man slowly opened his eyes, and in the cloudy eyes, there was a touch of fine light, which was fleeting.

"Okay! A good song of the east wind breaks, and the Taoist friend's piano skills are really superb. The trail has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and there are only five people who have encountered such piano skills, but after today, they will add Taoist friends. However, there is still a little flaw in the Taoist song. Only a true bosom friend can hear it!"

At this point, the sloppy old road stopped. He straightened his back proudly and sat up straight. With that expression, you almost said come and ask me!

A true bosom friend......

Lu Qi looked at Lao Dao's sloppy appearance, thought about his wording, and didn't think that this Lao Dao would be his real bosom friend.

But he wouldn't be stupid to refute this kind of thing, and instead spoke along the sloppy old way:

"I don't know what kind of flaw it is, but I hope that Taoist friends will give me some advice. ”

The sloppy old Taoist smiled heartily, pointed to the guqin in front of Lu Qi and said: "The biggest failure of Daoist friends is none other than the utensils." ”

"Xiaodao: The five people I met before all have peerless famous pianos as companions. Look at what the Taoist friends hold, but it's just a mortal thing. How can such an ordinary instrument be worthy of the piano skills of a fellow Daoist!"

'You think I really love to play the piano! Of course, Lu Qi could only think about these words in his heart. hugged his fists and sighed helplessly:

"The piano is like a beautiful woman, how easy it is to find a suitable one for yourself! Besides, there will only be one song in the next, even if there is a piano on the side, it is just a beautiful woman. Although Lu Qi's words are half-true, they are reasonable.

When the sloppy old man heard this, he nodded slightly, with a solemn expression, as if he was really a gentleman:

"Daoyou's words are indeed a bit presumptuous, although they have a song, but this skill is not lost to anyone. However, what Daoyou said is reasonable, the peerless famous qin is comparable to the divine soldier, and it is extremely powerful, and it is indeed difficult to find. ”

"Today, I listened to a song of Taoist friends, I can't give it away, it just so happens that I know a peerless famous piano, and I am willing to borrow it and give it to Taoist friends. ”

"Hey, what does this mean? Listen to a song and give me a god-level peerless famous qin, I'm stupid! Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief!" Lu Qi was not interested in this peerless famous qin at all, waved his hand, and was about to refuse.

I only heard the old Tao continue: "Of course, I know that you are a true gentleman, and I must not want to suffer in vain. There is a piano score here in the trail, if you can play it after studying it, then I will take the piano for the Taoist. What do you think?"

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch. It's a pity that you're wrong, I'm not a gentleman! You can keep the piano and play it by yourself! This thing knows five piano masters, and they come to me, this is definitely not easy! Whoever likes to play it, play it!"

Lu Qi restrained his emotions, and his tone pretended to be indifferent: "No matter how good the utensils are, they are always foreign objects." How can the people of our generation who are oriented to the great road abandon their roots and pursue foreign things? The way of the qin is also a martial arts, only if there is a qin in the heart, what is not a peerless famous qin. Sticking to external objects, but falling down. ”

Saying that, Lu Qi stood with his hands in his hands, making a master posture.

Under the moonlight, standing on the top of the mountain, facing the endless sea of clouds, it seems to be incarnated as the golden sun, the virtue of all things, and the righteous to the rigid and great aura on the body, which is unobstructed.

If Yang Ning is again, I am afraid that he will have to evaluate the sentence 'Manifestation in front of people'.

Seeing Lu Qi's image as if he was the incarnation of Jinyang, his sloppy pupils shrank, and he gradually retracted the expression of a hippie smile, his momentum was restrained, and he hid it deeper, as if he was a bottomless pool.

"I don't want Daoyou to be the same person who has the same heart for the Great Dao, but the path is abrupt. It is also said that as the descendant of the Taoist Friendship Jixia Academy, how can he let foreign objects blind his eyes and lose his heart to seek the Tao. But I don't know which of the eight veins of Confucianism is the descendant of You?"

"Jixia Academy, the descendant of the Eight Veins of Confucianism, what the hell? It seems that the people of the Paradise Dao have also said something similar?" Lu Qi restrained his momentum, but the Jinyang Sword Intent was indeed difficult to send and receive freely.

The aura of all things in Deze was difficult to dissipate for a while, but Lu Qi couldn't care about it so much. Turning around and walking down the mountain, he clenched his fists and asked:

"I don't know what kind of force the eight veins of Confucianism are in the Jixia School Palace, why have I never seen such a force in the Great Sui's "Martial Arts"?"

The sloppy old Taoist smiled and said: "Daoist friends, don't want to test me, you are full of Confucianism and authenticity." In addition to the eight veins of Confucianism in the Jixia School Palace, where else will there be this inheritance?"

(To be continued.) )