Respect

Soon, under the arrangement of the little girl, Gu Qingfeng followed Xiaozhuang of the villa to take a bath.

If you want to say that this villa is really very cozy, even the bathing and bathing areas are arranged in the same way, not only there are hot springs to soak, there is a drizzle shower method on the head, after the shower operation, it is like drizzle from the sky This not only sighed Gu Qingfeng, but now people really know how to enjoy it.

When you think about your own practice, the aura of this world is very sparse, and the veins are occupied by Damonism. Even the spirit stones are luxury jewelry. Sometimes it ’s better to fight for a spirit stone. A catastrophe goes on like a rebirth of heaven and earth, everything begins to recover, and the spirit veins are all over the place. The matrix method will not hurt the spirit when it is running.

Everyone feels refreshed at every happy event.

过 After taking a bath, Gu Qingfeng's mood was greatly relaxed. He took a few vitality dans. Although his body was still weak, he was much better than when he was just awake, and his complexion gradually recovered.

Put on the new clothes that Xiao 厮 brought, and it fits well. After wearing it, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, it feels strange.

In the bronze mirror, he is tall and straight, with long black hair scattered randomly, a fair face, with sharp edges Leng Jun, a pair of narrow eyes, and the silence is as deep as the abyss.

The ancient breeze touched his face, and he felt an indescribable feeling inside.

I have no years of practice.

To be honest, since Gu Qingfeng has tempered the flesh with nine ancestors, he has not looked in the mirror for a long time, and he has forgotten what he looks like.

"I thought that we were also a famous handsome guy in Shiliba Village ... now ... oh! Old ..."

Although his appearance seems to be in his early twenties, and he is wearing a very young and brand-new white clothes, he still has no youthful vigor, and some are only the deep twilight.

Xiu Xiu Jin Dan can indeed stay young forever, but only with the youth of appearance, but the youth of heart.

再 No matter how young you look, you can't conceal the traces left in my heart.

Ugh.

Xiao Xiaoyu sent a lot of fruits and seeds. Gu Qingfeng was eating and waiting, but after waiting for a long time without seeing Ouyang coming over, he was bored and went out for a walk.

Earlier, I heard that the girl from Ouyang Ye said that there seemed to be an art festival here. There seemed to be a lot of music masters in the Qingyang realm. It was called a mess, and it really answered the old saying, it was just playing the piano.

"This can also be called a master? I think when I first played the rhythm, he played better than this ..."

If a mysterious piece of music can pop into the mood, it can indeed make people dream back to the ages, but if it can't be played, it is simply torture, after all, the rhythm thing can really easily resonate with one's spirit.

There are gardens everywhere in the villa, and there seems to be someone playing the piano in each garden. Gu Qingfeng listened and couldn't help but stop in front of a garden. It wasn't because the piano sounds were beautiful, but from the garden. The sound of the piano is so ordinary, it sounds like a beginner.

The ancient breeze stopped because the sound of the piano inside made him laugh.

The sound of the piano is intermittent. People who play the piano seem to be practicing. Every time they play the wrong thing, they stop, and then they play, and they make a mistake again ... and so they go back and forth wrong more than ten times, and the people who play the piano seem very persistent. Just keep playing and keep making mistakes in the same place.

"What a muscle ..."

The ancient breeze could not hear it anymore, and went in looking for the sound of the piano. To his surprise, the seven- or eight-year-old Huangmao girl played the piano.

The little girl is not tall and has blue hair. She looks very cute. Now she is standing in the gazebo and playing with her head crooked. Maybe she plays it wrong every time. The little girl looks very depressed, murmured. : "Why do I play wrong every time I come here ... Why on earth, my **** is obviously correct, the strings are correct ... the rhythm is also good, isn't the magic trick used incorrectly?"

Since the melody is known as one of the top ten fairy arts, naturally it is not as simple as empty play. A wonderful piece of music, if it pops up, it may be pleasant or natural, but if it is played with spiritual power, it is like giving a piano music Like the soul, it will be more vivid and mysterious. The reason why the rhythm can deter the demon is the effect of injecting spiritual power. A powerful rhythm is even more powerful than a terrifying magical spell.

The little girl was very persistent and seemed a bit stupid and cute ... she went back and forth dozens of times, and she made a mistake in the same place every time. It was really a disappointment. Gu Qingfeng walked over and laughed: "Little sister, Your **** is not wrong, the strings and rhythms are also correct, and the wrong is the use of spiritual tricks. "

"what!"

When she heard someone talking, the little girl shouted in surprise. When she saw Gu Qingfeng, the little girl was more shy besides being surprised, and her face turned red immediately. She asked shamefully, "You ... who are you what!"

"Oh ... I was passing by, and when I heard you play, come over and see."

The little girl whispered, seemed to remember the words just now, raised her head again, and asked, "Brother, what did you just say, did you use the magic trick wrong?"

"You used the four-string shaoyu tactic just now, which is a bit heavy for the tune just now." Gu Qingfeng went into the gazebo and sat down, saying, "You might as well change to the stroking stack and use the three-string small compound. Just look at it, "

"Change to stroking, and then use Sanxian Xiaofuju?" The girl opened the music sheet in her hand and looked at it, responding: "But it's not like this on the music sheet."

"The sheet music is dead. People are alive. How do you know without trying?"

The little girl crooked her head for a moment, and then looked at it with her eyes wide open for a long time. Then she played it with doubt and doubt. When she played the wrong tune just now, she changed her **** to stroking, and her magic trick also changed to Sanxian Xiaofuqiao, unexpectedly succeeded.

Maybe I didn't expect it to be so smooth, or maybe I couldn't believe it was true. The little girl tried again, and it turned out again ... The little girl looked at the music score and stared at Gu Qingfeng. I can't figure out why I can talk about such a tune without following the score.

"Brother, are you a musician here?"

"I?" Gu Qingfeng shook his head, signaled that he was not.

"The elder brother must understand the rhythm well, right?"

"OK, I've played for a while before."

"The elder brother's musical temperament must be high?"

"That is of course." Sitting in the gazebo, Gu Qingfeng raised Erlang's legs, snarled the seeds, and said with a grin, "I thought that when we played the rhythm, if I called second, nobody would dare to call first, there would be no world We will not play the tune. "

"Ah! Really, big brother, would you play" Flower Relentless "?"

Flower ruthless?

古 This song Gu Qingfeng has never heard of it.

"Then ... Ziyun is flying ..."

Gu Qingfeng shook his head. He didn't hear this song. Then the little girl said a dozen songs in a row. He never heard one of them. Looking at the girl's doubtful look, Gu Qingfeng's expression was quite awkward. Blowing up with cowhide.

"Brother, don't you say that there is no song you can't play in the world ... why ... you can't even play the famous song of sister Su Shi."

"Who is Su Shi?" Gu Qingfeng thought for a while, and was unfamiliar with the name.

"Sister Su Shi is Jiner's most admired musician!"

The ancient breeze Su Su thinking about this Lao Shizi may be a musician who only emerged in recent years.

"Brother, what songs do you usually play?"

"Usually ..."

Gu Qingfeng thought for a while and said, "The tunes I usually play may be a bit old for you. I don't know if you have heard them. For example, the powerful tunes of the magic ancestors, Hei Qinyu, Sima Xingkong Will play. "

"The old ancestors of the magic rock, Hei Qinyu, Sima Xingkong ... they are all the predecessors of the ancient times, their songs are too ... weird, Jin Er does not like to listen." The little girl crooked her head. After thinking about it for a while, blinking his eyes, he said, "The songs of those seniors in the ancient times, Jin Er only likes the world goddess and the Emperor Chixiao."

"Song of the King of the Sky?"

Gu Qingfeng raised an eyebrow and grinned, and said, "Don't say, what I am best at is the song of the ancient Sirius."

"Big brother!" The little girl frowned, looking skeptically: "You can't even play the song of Sister Su Shi, and you say that you are good at King Qixiao's song ... The king's song is better than Su My sister-in-law's songs are much more rare. "

"Hahahaha! I ca n’t guarantee to play other people's music, but to say the music of King Qixiao, I can play with my eyes closed ... the music is all artistic."

"Big brother is bragging again, my grandfather did not dare to brag about the king's music, and he could not boast of ten moods ..."

怎么 "What's wrong, your little girl doesn't believe it."

Gu Qingfeng got up, shoved the spirit fruit into his pocket, clapped his hands, and smiled, "I'm in a good mood today, let me show you." After taking the guqin from the little girl's hand, he tried to play A few melodies, Xu is too rusty to touch the piano for too long.

"Big brother, what are you playing, messy, and how big brother do you play empty, why not use the magic trick." The little girl reminded: "If a song is not injected with spiritual power, it is like no soul , Like life, it can't play the mysterious mood of the song at all. "

哟 "Oh, you look young and know a lot."

The little girl ’s guqin belongs to an ancient banana leaf harp. There are some broken lines on the surface, and it should be some years. Gu Qingfeng fiddled with the strings and said, “But not all the tunes can only pop out of the mysterious mood. , The empty bomb can sometimes pop the essence of a song. "

I tried to play a few more melody, and after I became familiar, I started to play. It was a song called "Drunk Yin Bihai". UU reading books www.uukanshu. com

When he was obsessed with music, he wrote a lot of songs. This drunk Yin Bihai is not the most mysterious of all the songs, let alone the most artistic conception. The reason why he wants to play this drunk Yin Bihai is pure love. Secondly, his current situation is similar to that of writing the drunk Yin Bihai.

In that year, he was a frivolous young man, offended many people, and counted the number of injuries. Among them, the number of repairs was lost eight or nine times. On one occasion, he was besieged by a master of the Xian Dynasty and Yuanshen was exhausted. I almost lost my life. I had been hiding in Bihai for drinking during that time, so I got this drunk Yinhai later.

now what.

I was judged by heaven, the foundation of the highway was destroyed, and the throne of the fairy devil was taken away.

Now, after many years, I replayed this drunk Yin Bihai, but it was filled with emotion.

And this is exactly the most wonderful part of the rhythm, it is easy to seduce memories and touch the deepest emotions in the heart.

This is also the root cause of Gu Qingfeng's indulgence in rhythm.

The song was over and my thoughts flew back from that year.

Gugu Qingfeng exhaled a breath, shook his head slightly, and was somewhat dissatisfied: "I haven't played with this thing for a long time, and I really can't find the feeling of that year."

The little girl next to has been listening carefully, the small face looks abnormally surprised, staring at Gu Qingfeng with big eyes, the look is like looking at a monster, lingering there as if losing her soul, looking in horror.

"Eye-opening! It's really eye-opening!"

A surprised voice came, and Gu Qingfeng looked around, only to see an old man wondering when he was standing in the garden.

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