Guangling stopped.

Even if she is as elegant as Chen Ruyu, she dare not play Guangling San casually. She always remembers her master's guidance. Guangling San has never experienced the coldness of the world and is difficult to retouch the strings and is as charming as the charm. Most people who can play the true charm of Guangling San are already past forty years old. So when the young man who is as handsome as a man in front of him said that he wanted to play Guangling San, Chen Ruyu's expression hesitated for a moment.

But she immediately restrained her expression and waited for Chen Zhongqing's performance. Chen Ruyu's grandfather was an old minister of the old dynasty, and when the family was passed down to her father, she had already lost her family. In addition, her parents died early, Chen Ruyu was forced to sell herself to a brothel. With her ancestors' piano skills and a beautiful face, she won the rouge list comments, which were the remains of the charm of Li Tang Bazhao.

People are not contaminated with dust, and dust contaminates themselves.

A geisha who was wandering in his childhood and laughing at brothels did not dare to show off his skills. How could a rich child who had no worries about food and clothing have the courage to play a song Guanglingsan?

Chen Ruyu said kindly, "This young master, it is difficult to scatter Guangling, as difficult as the sky. I am not forced to do anything. If you can play a little bit of charm, just play a little bit of charm. Don't act too aggressively."

Chen Zhongqing was very calm. He nodded slightly and said, "I have learned the kindness of the girl. It is said that the realm of Guanglingsan is a stunning immortal in the sky. Today, I would like to ask the girl for advice."

A shocking song.

What a big tone.

Chen Ruyu shook her head. She felt that the person in front of her boasted that the Haikou was too high. Perhaps the rich young man in the clothes and horses in front of her could play a good song Guangling San, but it was absolutely impossible to play the smell of a great master. She had heard her father play Guangling San under the moonlight bamboo forest. It was a murderous intent that she would never forget in her life.

A scholar who is powerless may have some ink in his heart, but he will definitely not be able to take on the responsibility of his beautiful mind and beautiful mountains and rivers. Just like Chen Zhongqing, who is overwhelmed by poetry and music in the garden, what if he can win the Sanding Armor?

She did not admit that she would look at the man directly unless Chen Zhongqing's piano skills could also surpass her one day.

The maid Xiaoling muttered, "It's just pretending to be like anyone else. You can't play it later. I'll see how you can pretend."

Li Ruyan was anxious. She wanted to stop Chen Zhongqing, but the other party had decided and knew that it would be useless to say more. Suddenly, a generous and warm hand slapped his shoulder. Li Ruyan turned around and saw her father standing behind him, looking at Chen Zhongqing.

"Ruyan. What's wrong?"

After experiencing a piece by Wang Haichao and a garden-watching poetry meeting, Li Ruyan's attitude towards Chen Zhongqing had undergone a big change. She said worriedly, "Dad, think of a solution. That woman is Chen Ruyu of Li Tang Bazhao. It is impossible for Mr. Zhongqing to show the charm of Guangling San."

Li Lanting raised his eyebrows and said with an interesting look, "Oh? Zhongqing wants to compete with others in piano skills? Or Chen Ruyu from the Rouge List? This is rare."

Li Ruyan looked at him and then sighed, "Chen Ruyu's piano skills are recognized as the number one on the rouge list. No matter how powerful Mr. Zhongqing is, he cannot be her opponent."

Li Lanting did not show any panic. For him, Chen Zhongqing was a complicated mystery. At that time, he thought that looking at the sea tide was his foundation, but the three poems and three tripods that followed overturned his cognition. What kind of surprise can the man playing the piano sitting cross-legged in the pavilion bring to him?

"Your father believes in the old nephew."

Li Lanting looked at the peaks and mountains covered with the morning glow, and said with a smile, "Ruyan, look at it. This young man from Bianliang is destined to open everyone's eyes."

The mountain wind suddenly rose, and the clouds and smoke were like fog, blowing towards the mountain pavilion. Chen Zhongqing was wrapped in the thick fog, and the clouds were flying and the fog was like an immortal.

The strings rise and fall, the momentum changes suddenly, and the string sounds rise.

The yellow cranes that reside on the pine pine on the cliff suddenly flapped their wings, danced gracefully, and flew around the pavilion.

Guanglingsan's passionate and sensational. It is a decisive guqin song with brilliant brilliance, with thousands of thunder, spears and swords, and worries and anger. When he closed his eyes, Chen Zhongqing remembered the master who had proved the immortality of a great power in his previous life. He had raised the spirit of the Six Dynasties and suppressed the domineering spirit of more than ten years, and ended up with a ridiculous ending of ruin.

Does he hate it?

Chen Zhongqing no longer thought about it. Whether it was intrigue or mastery of the plan, those days of plotting against people's hearts had long gone. The only thing he could remember was Xuehong's mud claws when he was young, holding candied haws with one hand, and the white-haired master held the other little hand and walked through the streets and alleys of the capital.

Although the memory has long been blurred.

"Master, Zhongqing's poem Guangling San, I wish you."

The left hand smeared seven strings in one breath, and the momentum of the stacked piano was stacked layer by layer. The right hand raised his fingertips and gently leaned his fingers to continue playing, and the sound of the piano gradually rose.

A sense of grief and indignation aroused from his fingertips and soared into the sky.

For a moment, the yellow crane around the pavilion was infected by the sadness in the sound of the piano, and she cried and screamed sadly.

It seems that there is fairy music, coming from the sky.

Chen Ruyu's face changed suddenly, and she even took two steps back by the sudden excitement of Qin's voice. She, who was proficient in the rhythm of the piano, felt the gap between herself and the other party from the first note.

It's completely like a cloud of mud.

She couldn't believe that the young man in front of her actually popped up the charm that only a great power player had, like a thunderclap, landing with a bang.

What kind of secrets are there behind him that can bring out the Haoran and sadness of such a poem.

Chen Ruyu looked at him, and her expression, expressions between her eyebrows, movements and expressions at this moment reminded her of her father.

Li Lanting also looked surprised. He originally thought that Chen Zhongqing's piano skills were at most worthy of praise from a master. Now it seems that this is no longer the level of a master, but he has entered the Mahayana family.

The sound of the piano came into the Buddhist pavilion. The abbot who had closed his eyes and recited scriptures stopped his movements. He stepped out of the threshold and stood far away. He looked at the man playing the piano at the pavilion, closed his eyes slightly, and said to himself, "Listen to this song again in a thousand years, just like Nie Zheng reappearing and Ji Kang reborn. It reminds people of a past event. Ten years ago, a man surnamed Chen played Guanglingsan in this pavilion, attracting yellow cranes that were climbing on the cliffs of the eaves and flying around the courtyard. It is rare. I am afraid that this young man today is the only one who can play the charm of the time."

He closed his eyes, as if an old monk was sitting in meditation and still moved, and said slowly, "This song should only be found in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the world?"

The sound is like a thunderous thunder, one stacked by another, moving, and the vast sea of ​​clouds rolled back, as if it was to carve out the accumulated clouds a vast sky of a thousand-foot clouds.

Chen Ruyu widened his eyes, and the yellow crane climbing from the cliffs of the distant mountain flapped its wings and floated to it, flying around the pavilion, dancing gracefully with the sound of the piano.

Huanghe, pear blossom, and guqin are said to be the great realm of Guanglingsan, which is a stunning immortal in the sky. In this situation, the person who plays the piano is even more like an exiled immortal in the sky.
Chapter completed!