MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 142 The beginning of every sound is born from the heart

   Chapter 142 The Beginning of Every Sound, Born from the Heart

  Li Zhiyun didn't know why Chu Yeshan respected this Liu family so much.

   With the majesty of the government, to treat a woman on the court of the wind and moon, even if the woman is an oiran, why is it so restrained?

   Li Zhiyun thought so in his heart, but he didn't continue to speak his interest in sweeping Chu Yeshan, just nodded slightly.

Nan Xuehu on the side of    felt that the sound of the piano was really nice, and occasionally turned his head to look at the viewing platform opposite.

   He suddenly remembered what Lu Jing had told him before...

   "This Lu Jing is now Mr. Shulou, so he won't fight with me when he sees me, right?"

Nan Xuehu frowned and thought, and then looked down at the Qiankun bag that he no longer left after being beaten by Lu Jing last time. He remembered that the Qiankun bag still had his own blood-drinking knife and his own treasure armor. Just let go.

   "Last time it was just an accident. You don't have to be afraid of him with your treasured saber and treasured armor." Nan Xuehu's thoughts moved slightly: "Just now, Chu Yeshan and Li Zhiyun said that Lu Jingyuan's spirit was greatly damaged... Is there such a thing?"

   Just when most of Nan Xuehu's mind fell on Lu Jing.

   But he saw that Chu Yeshan suddenly stood up with great interest, and lifted the veil in front of the stage.

   Nan Xuehu and Li Zhiyun looked at each other, not knowing what Chu Yeshan was going to do.

   Immediately afterwards, he saw Chu Yeshan leaning on the railing, with a lot of anticipation on his rough face. He looked at the cloud viewing platform opposite, and said loudly, "Chu Yeshan... Please see Mr. Lu Jing."

   Li Zhiyun's expression changed, Chu Yeshan's temperament was out of his mind, and it was indeed in line with his identity as a small prince.

  Nan Xuehu shrank subconsciously, and then reacted again, clenching his teeth.

  Looking on the cloud platform, Lu Jing and Jing Shi girl all heard this shout!

   Girl Jingshi looked at Lu Jing with an inquiry in her eyes.

   "Chu Yeshan?" Lu Jing asked, "Since the surname is Chu, then he is the little prince in the residence of the Duke of Chu?"

   Lady Jingshi replied: "It is indeed Duke Xiaoguo. He often comes to Dihua Pavilion. He occasionally drinks alcohol, and mostly listens to music. Master, I don't know how to answer Xiaoguo Gong?"

   "Since he asked in a loud voice, why not meet him?"

   "But... I heard that Chu Xiaoguogong seems to be a rough martial artist, but in fact he is a profound scholar and an Aiqin person. He also has a deep research on the piano scores in Guozijian.

   Every time he comes to the Dihua Pavilion, he always invites people to play, but today, but I don’t know if it’s also because of this... Can Young Master Jing play the qin? "

  Lu Jing shook his head: "Never played the piano."

   Miss Jingshi immediately became worried and hesitated: "If the son sees him, he wants to ask the son to play a song, and should..."

   She was worried, but saw that Lu Jing had stood up, and while pulling the veil, he picked it up and said to the mirror: "Learning has its strengths and weaknesses, and learning the Tao also needs to be specialized. If it doesn't, it won't, so where is it worth worrying about?"

   Miss Jingshi was stunned, but Lu Jing had already pulled away the veil.

   He also stood in front of the railing and looked towards the opposite side, his expression changed somewhat, and an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

   "South Snow Tiger..."

  Lu Jing's eyes fell on Nan Xuehu, who was drinking tea quietly and didn't look at him.

   "Mr. Lu Jing."

  Chu Yeshan's movements were wide open and closed, and he saluted Lu Jing, with a beard on his face and a burly body, and there was no dissonance in cooperating with the above-mentioned people's salute.

  Many guests in the courtyard also looked up at the two suspended platforms.

   A small country man and a young man in the bookstore are both extraordinary figures.

   "Young Master Chu." Lu Jing returned the salute.

However, Chu Yeshan said with anticipation in his tone, "Mr. Lu Jing is very successful in his youth, and his cursive script is already a name for everyone. It is said that he can also get the word 'odd' when he draws a painting, but I don't know that Mr. Lu Jing has an idea about the rhythm. Have you studied? Can you play the piano or strike a bell?"

   Chu Yeshan did not mean to embarrass Lu Jing.

   Regardless of his stance, he admired geniuses like Lu Jing.

  I thought that if Lu Jing knew the rhythm well, it would be a good thing for someone like Chu Yeshan to be able to listen to Mr. Shulou's music.

   When the guests in the courtyard heard Chu Yeshan's words, they all looked up at the young man in front of them.

   Expectation, curiosity, doubt... all kinds of expressions are available.

   "Mr. Jing has his own skills in calligraphy and painting, and he also has attainments in music."

   "Lu Jing is only seventeen or eighteen years old, how can he be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting at the same time?"

   "He's a genius. Unlike you and me, he's really proficient. It's not surprising."

  …these guests whispered in the courtyard.

  Looking at Lu Jing on the gimbal, he didn't give them much time to guess and talk.

   He shook his head neatly and said, "Young Master Chu, Lu Jing...I don't know anything about rhythm, let alone the word. Even if I want to play the piano and strike the bell, I don't have that kind of talent."

   The anticipation on Chu Yeshan's face gradually disappeared.

   The guests in the courtyard were stunned for a moment, and then they took it for granted that it was normal that Mr. Lu Jing could not understand the rhythm.

   "Mr. Lu Jing doesn't need to be familiar with any rhythm anymore. He can already be called 'wizard' just by cursive script and talent in cultivation."

   A guest said loudly, "However, if you have time to cultivate your temperament, Mr. Lu Jing can try one or two."

  Lu Jing smiled and nodded at the man.

   Chu Yeshan waved his hand and said, "Since that's the case, I disturb you, Mr. Jing, I would like to play the qin as an apology."

   Chu Yeshan's tone was bold and his movements were rough. When he looked into his hand, he found a black long harp in his hand.

I don't know what material this black changqin is made of. The forging pattern is as fine as cow hair. The dragon pond and the phoenix marsh are a bit sharp. The word "Bing Jiang" is engraved on the top of the dragon pond, and a line of cursive script "Bing Jiang" is engraved on the right side. On the stage, the horn blared, and clouds were born from the bosom."

  The whole Guqin is simple and elegant, wide and heavy, and it looks like a lot of money, and it may even be a treasure of Yuanshen!

   "The soldier is the guqin." Li Zhiyun whispered to himself.

   When Lu Jing heard Chu Yeshan's words, he just nodded with a smile, sat back in front of the desk, but did not pull on the veil, and turned his head to look at the dock.

   Chu Yeshan sat down with his knees crossed, and the soldiers held the guqin in front of him.

   In an instant, Chu Yeshan's temperament suddenly became heavier and more majestic.

   Ten fingers fall on the guqin, the left hand presses the strings to pick up the sound, and the right hand plucks the strings.

   is like a general on the stage, the emperor sits high, and sets off on this expedition.

   Zheng!

   The sound of the qin suddenly rises, high-pitched and straight like a lofty mountain, like a galloping army of thousands of horses, and the turbulent sound of the qin is like the roar of a storm.

   In the courtyard of Shihua Pavilion, the guests all forgot to breathe, only to feel that on the vast battlefield, flesh and blood were flying, the sound of killing was loud, and the soldiers were like a wave, high-pitched and excited, and sharp knives were shining.

   Chu Yeshan was sitting and playing the qin. The originally fun and peaceful literary meeting seemed to have turned into a battlefield.

  There are soldiers rushing to kill, there are generals shouting, there is blood in the sky, and there are heroic trends!

   Lu Jing, who was sitting in the cloud viewing platform, also listened carefully to the killing intent in the guqin on Chu Yeshan.

   Even Lu Jing couldn't help but admire this little prince!

  Music, the origin of sound is also in the human heart and felt in things.

   Chu Yeshan can play such music, which shows that this person is extraordinary.

   a song fell.

  Chu Yeshan's continuous string touch, string cutting, inter-hook, bell-ring, finger-turning!

   Only a murderous, but **** battlefield was left, and then the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

   Until this time, many of the red-faced guests finally began to breathe heavily.

The    soldiers played the guqin, and the sound of the qin cut across the river, making them feel as if they were still in a terrifying battlefield, making them nervous.

After    Chu Yeshan's song, he let out a long breath and looked at the high platform in the courtyard.

   "The qin in my hand is called Bing Jiang Guqin, and this song is also called... Bing Jiang."

   Named this piece in the name of Aegean, which shows Chu Yeshan's confidence in this piece.

   "Excellent." Lu Jing's eyes were clear and bright, and he was the first to praise: "The beginning of the sound is born from the heart, but Young Master Chu has the intention to kill immediately."

   Lu Jing's words awakened many people, and everyone finally got out of the artistic conception created by the sound of the piano and praised Chu Yeshan.

   Chu Yeshan's mood calmed down when he played, and there was an undisguised self-satisfaction on his face.

  Those who know his name in Taixuan Beijing also know that this little prince has a straightforward personality, and the self-satisfaction on his face is not disgusting.

   "Mr. Lu Jing, how does my rhythm compare to your cursive skills?"

   Chu Yeshan laughed.

How can    temperament be compared with cursive script?

   At this time, Chu Yeshan said again: "The rhythm and cursive script are naturally incomparable, but I have heard many famous scholars' comments on Mr. Lu Jing's cursive script a long time ago, saying that Mr. Lu Jing is enough to establish a school.

Don't be angry, Mr.   , I don't have any other intentions, I just don't know... Can my musical temperament be able to establish a school? "

   Chu Yeshan spoke to Guanyuntai from a distance, but his eyes were constantly looking at the high platform in the courtyard. The reason why he said such words was probably to invite Liu everyone to come and comment.

  Lu Jing also noticed Chu Yeshan's gaze towards Gaotai, and was about to answer seriously...

   After the stone screen on the top of the high platform, one person walked out slowly.

   "Liu everyone..."

  Everyone looked at the woman.

  The woman was about thirty years old, wearing a green smoke shirt, a long skirt of green grass with scattered flowers and mist, and a thin green smoke gauze.

  If the shoulders are cut into a waist, it is like a plain, and the muscles are like fat and gas like a blue orchid.

   Immortal spirit.

  Liu, everyone has not shown up for a long time, and everyone was surprised when they saw her.

   She is like a wandering fairy, walking along a wide road that everyone gave up...

  Liu everyone is holding a guqin in their arms.

   "Where are you Liu going?"

   "Holding the guqin in my hand, I went to the direction of the stairs. Naturally, I went to the dock. Xiao Guogong's song was really good. I think everyone in Liu also has the idea of ​​​​instructing the younger generation."

  …

   The guests speculated.

   Li Zhiyun and Nan Xuehu had already stood up.

   Looking at Chu Yeshan, who had many surprises on his face, Li Zhiyun smiled and said, "I didn't expect to see the rumored Liu everyone today, and Zhiyun would like to thank Xiao Guogong."

  Nan Xuehu always looked at Lu Jing, and it was not until the Liu family showed up that he caught his attention.

   He also looked at the Liu family from afar, not understanding how such a beautiful woman could be independent in Taixuanjing, but no one hit her.

   Chu Yeshan also placed the guqin on the table, stood up, and wanted to greet everyone Liu who was holding the famous qin...

   At this time, the Liu family had already arrived at the fork in the middle of the road, and the next moment, Chu Yeshan's expression suddenly changed.

   However, seeing that everyone Liu did not hesitate at all, they turned left, stepped on the bluestone bricks, smelled many fragrances, and walked up to the second floor step by step... into Lu Jing's cloud viewing platform.

   "I originally wanted to invite you to visit my courtyard, but a guest came to the courtyard recently, and there are some trivial matters on weekdays, so I only have time tonight."

  Yu everyone's voices are intermittent...

   Many guests suddenly realized that Mr. Lu Jing was able to come today because of the invitation of everyone from Liu.

   On the boat stop, Li Zhiyun and Nan Xuehu didn't say a word.

   Even the rough Chu Yeshan felt a little ashamed when he remembered that he was just about to get up to greet him.

   He sniffed and said to the two of them, "Are you embarrassed?"

  Li Zhiyun looked at Lu Jing, and really didn't understand why this Lu Jing... was favored by so many people.

  Secluded and reclusive, the Liu family, who never invited others, even made a special trip to invite him.

   I thought I could finish writing this series of plots and refreshing points... I didn't expect it to be so difficult, so I can only write another day tomorrow. I can only say that the author has done his best.

   (end of this chapter)