Chapter 44

"It's not that you can listen to music if you understand the rhythm. As long as you have a quiet heart, everyone can listen." Yan Feng looked at the eye sound blood month, and looked at the white night, laughing.

Bai Ye took a breath and sat on the side of a stone and nodded his head: "since the teacher is invited, the white night is not affectable. If the product is not good, please don't blame the white night for not understanding appreciation."

"Whatever you want."

Then he put his ten fingers on the string.

"Blood moon, you also have a taste."

"Yes, sir."

The two were quiet and listening.

Bang!

The strings are undulated, and the graceful and pleasant music is scattered. The tone is cheerful and the rhythm is relaxed. All the people who hear it are relaxed and feel comfortable and peaceful.

Dang!

All of a sudden, the tone changed.

A dreary melody goes into the ears of the white night.

White night frowned, suddenly opened his eyes.

With his eyes closed, Yanfeng's slender fingers kept waving the strings. The fingertips seemed to have a murderous air, which was transmitted to the melody with the fluctuation of the strings.

The white night felt the blood in his body surging wildly, and the calm spirit of heaven was mobilized.

Is this the horror of the musical soul?

He closed his eyes again and listened to the sound of the death.

It looks like desert sand all around. There are hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides. They draw out their swords, ride horses and roar and charge each other.

Each sergeant was red eyed and ferocious, and vowed to kill the other.

The white night is like standing in the middle of these two angry armies, accepting the baptism of their killing intention.

What a song of killing!

Hum!

At this time, the tone turns again!

Silence!

Silence!

Looking around in the white night, the scene of the war suddenly disappeared, replaced by the most terrible silence!

The ground is covered with corpses, blood stained the earth, the sky is dark, the west wind is bleak, as if the world has come to an end.

"Heaven and earth, reincarnation, are in a thought."

The white night couldn't help murmuring. Suddenly, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. The silent zhentianlong mansion in his body appeared a crack again.

The tone gradually faded.

It's the end.

But white night still closed his eyes, listen carefully, even if the mouth with blood stains, it did not affect him.

The song is over.

People seem to be immersed in the ups and downs of the piano music for a long time, and it is hard to extricate themselves.

Yin XueYue opened her eyes, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "the teacher's voice level is much higher. This song is full of hope, killing and rebirth. The calmness in the early stage is like the tranquility before the storm, and the outbreak and killing in the middle stage give people a kind of unprecedented depression, which makes people feel desperate. The final end seems to sublimate this despair, which is a kind of death Music. "

Yanfeng nodded and said with a smile: "your musical attainments are really extraordinary, not bad, not bad... The three main ideas contained in this tune are really so. You can lock in the meaning of this song so quickly, it's amazing."

"The teacher flattered me." Yin XueYue looks at the white night with his eyes closed and silent. He is about to make a sound, but he is stopped by the wind.

"Wait a minute."

Yin XueYue is puzzled and sits quietly.

However, a brilliant light came out of the top of the white night and went straight into the sky. Then, the spirit bloomed from its body and filled the whole manor in a blink of an eye.

"Breakthrough?"

Sound blood moon bright eyes slightly contract.

"Well?"

Yan Feng opened his eyes, a trace of strange light flickered in the pupil bead, but soon disappeared.

"Impermanence!"

At this time, the night closed his eyes and suddenly read aloud.

Yanfeng stares at him.

"The music of the zither is impermanent, the world is impermanent, the way is impermanent, and the myriad methods are impermanent." White night opened his eyes, light said.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean is what I mean. Impermanence is invisible, intangible is unintentional." White night road.

"Is that what you hear in my music?" Yanfeng laughs.

White night shook his head and said, "yes."

"Impermanence? A song of impermanence, no intention of invisibility? " Yinxueyue murmured, lowered her head to think for a moment, then stood up and gave a gift to the white night.

"Please allow me to call you elder martial brother Bai later."

"What do you mean, elder martial sister yin?" The white night was slightly surprised.

"What I hear exists only on the surface, but you can listen to the deep. I am not as good as you. Your future way of music will be above me. " Sound blood moon road.

"It doesn't matter whether you are high or low, no matter how high or low you are. You are my elder martial sister. Why do you have strong or weak attainments in the realm of artistic conception?" White night laughs.

Voice blood month Zheng, and then nodded: "you said right, is my affectation.""Today's song, I'm very happy to play it. In the daytime, your understanding of rhythm is beyond my expectation. However, I know that you are not interested in the way of music. If you have time, you can come and listen to my class. Five days a month, I will teach in the soul pit."

The language breeze ha ha laughs a way.

"Yes, Mr. Yan." Get up in the daytime and hold your fist. At this time, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "the people of tomorrow's holy house come to challenge. What's the teacher's opinion on this matter?"

"The Tibetan dragon house is not for me alone, but for all. Its strength lies not in me, but in you." Yan Feng said, suddenly coughed violently, and his face turned whiter.

"Is the teacher OK?"

"It's ok... It's OK. It's just some old diseases. Just take a break. You go down first. " The wind is weak.

Hearing the sound of the white night, he hugged his fist and retreated.

"Are you OK, teacher?" The voice blood moon holds the faltering speech wind.

Yan Feng waved his hand and called out, "I'm ok. I don't have to worry."

He looked at the direction of the white night leaving, and gradually made a sound, and his dim eyes showed a trace of light.

"After all these years, I finally waited for him."

"Who? White night? "

"Yes, that's him."

"Why is the teacher so sure?"

"Because he had that sword hanging around his waist." Yan Feng said with a smile.

...

the song of speech and wind makes the thatched cottage open in the daytime. It turns out that all things in the world can understand the Tao. Whether meditating, understanding the sword or listening to music, it is a kind of improvement of human's realm.

The house has been abandoned, and now the white night is basically practicing in the woods. Of course, Long Yue is also there, but she is so quiet during this period that she will disturb the white night in the future.

After a night's rest, the young man beside him is named Li Muyun. Li Muyun is good at a hundred kinds of weapons, but his favorite is the double sword behind his back. He is also a famous swordsman, but in terms of combat power, he is obviously better than Zhang Qicai, ranking fourth in the master list.

The third one, Yin XueYue, is a famous figure in the Tibetan dragon house.

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