Fairy King's Handbook

Meng Zhen walked towards the stern of the boat and saw Yan Chongming coming in from outside. He found a random place and sat down with a relaxed posture.Seeing this, Meng Zhen also walked over, and after sitting down, he found that there was actually a short bed next to him, which should be a place for light sleep while reading a book.

Meng Zhen felt a little embarrassed, "Yan Tiger, are you going to rest?"

He felt that he should leave immediately at this time, but he also felt that Yan Chongming didn't look like he could rest anywhere.Sure enough, Yan Zhongming said calmly: "No. I just walked here casually."

Just now I was going to ask Yan Chongming about his plans for this trip, but after the moment just now, Meng Zhen couldn't ask any more.He was speechless, so he could only stare at the screen behind Yan Chongming and watch casually. He saw that the material of the screen was made of tulle, which was clear and light, and he could see that the space behind was where incense was burned and the piano played.Meng Zhen asked casually: "Yan Shanjun, do you want to play the piano?"

After asking, he felt that something was wrong. He had heard that Yan Chongming had a qin, and he said: Longmen Wind and Rain.

It is rumored that this qin can play the sound of mountains, rivers, sun and moon, but for some reason, when he was planning to retreat 3000 years ago, he broke the qin with his own hands.It is regrettable that such a mysterious sound has been cut off from the world.

"You want to hear it?" Meng Zhen was still caught in those rumors and sighed, humming casually.It was only when Yan Chongming got up to go behind the screen that he realized what he had just said.

In a moment of urgency, Meng Zhen didn't care about anything, grabbed Yan Chongming and said: "No, no, Yan Tiger, I don't want to listen to the piano... No, no, no, I mean you don't have to... this , the quality of this piano is crude, yes, it is crude, it is really not worthy of your exquisite technique..."

Meng Zhen explained incoherently for a long time, and he didn't know if he expressed his meaning clearly, but he didn't hear an echo for a long time, so he had to look up at Yan Chongming, who was expressionless, glanced at Meng Zhen's hand holding his arm, and said indifferently : "Playing the piano does not require skill."

Meng Zhen was so frightened by his look that he quickly withdrew his hand, and sighed heavily: "Oh!! Play as you want!"

Yan Chongming walked to the piano behind the screen and sat down. With a calm expression, he adjusted the tuning a few times, and the beautiful sound of the piano flowed out from his fingertips.

At the beginning, Meng Zhen was still in the shock of not being able to believe that Yan Chongming was really playing the piano in front of him, but as the gurgling and flowing sound of the piano passed through the wild like a spring breeze, Meng Zhen gradually became better, and followed the ups and downs of the piano with all his heart .

At the beginning, the sound of the piano was far away, like standing on a snow-capped mountain looking at the vast sky, and after a while it was as agile as a butterfly fluttering on the petals.

Suddenly, the sound of the zither is high, like countless galloping horses, full of excitement.The rhythm of the fingertips is fast and slow, sometimes like rain falling on the bamboo forest, and snow falling on the eaves.Sometimes it echoes like the sound of frogs, and the turbulent waves beat the shore.

However, whether it is fast or slow, urgent or slow.The sound of the piano is always like a bright moon rising among the clouds in the dark night, shining brightly and flowing, clear and holy, carefree and comfortable.Coupled with his slender and clean fingers flying, it is a perfect harmony.

At the end of the song, Meng Zhen was obsessed with the lingering sound of the tune and couldn't get back to his senses, not only because of the wonderful sound, but also because of the familiar tune.He subconsciously said: "If there is no desire for material things in the heart, it will be the autumn sky and the sea. If you sit with a piano book, you will become a stone chamber Danqiu."

Suddenly hearing the sound of "Zheng--", Meng Zhen, who was still in the lingering rhyme, suddenly came back to his senses, and saw Yan Chongming, who had already finished playing, plucked the strings again, looking at Meng Zhen with unpredictable eyes.

Meng Zhen: "..."

Meng Zhen was inexplicable for a while, and suddenly remembered the comment he blurted out without thinking, and felt ashamed.I had no choice but to explain: "Well, I, I also said nonsense, don't worry about it."

"No, what you said is very good." Yan Chongming didn't say much, got up and walked towards the stern, his tone was as indifferent as ever, Meng Zhen couldn't see his expression, and didn't know if he was just saying politely, or really didn't care.

"This song should only exist in the sky. I just found out today that this is about Lord Yanshan."

A faint sigh drifted into his ears, and Meng Zhen came back to his senses, only to see Ji Wuxing leaning on the door frame of the cabin, not knowing how long he had been there.

"It's an honor to wash your ears with a gentle voice." Meng Zhen agreed.

"Really? Is there something wrong with my ears? Just now I heard someone say that the quality of my piano is poor. Pity me, the only exquisite jade in the Three Realms."

Ji Wu walked to Meng Zhen and sat down, playing the piano and sighing.

"Ah? Well, I... I don't know the piano at all. I can't tell whether what is in front of me is good talent or beauty or vulgarity."

Meng Zhen was a little embarrassed, for such a famous product, how could he seriously tell Yan Shanjun that the quality of the piano was poor...it was nothing more than using pearls as fish eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, the important thing is to be able to listen. There are many people who can play the piano in this world, but it's hard to find a friend." Ji Wuxing suddenly felt a little emotional, and even his voice sank.

Meng Zhen was speechless for a while, how could he talk about his bosom friend when he listened to the piano, is he talking about me or himself?Seeing his sudden seriousness, Meng Zhen was not used to it, but within a moment, Ji Wuxing returned to that casual look, and Meng Zhen just thought it was a daze.

"Would you like me to play a song for you too? I'm no worse than the big beauty."

Meng Zhen simply turned his head, closed his mouth and looked out the window.

"Hey, if you don't play it, don't play it. Since you don't want to hear it, then turn around and let's chat..."

Ji Wuxing talked to himself, seeing that Meng Zhen was indifferent, he didn't take it seriously, and continued to ask with a smile: "Little beauty, I suddenly realized that I still don't know your name? I didn't hear the big beauty call you." Name. We are all in the same boat, how can we not know the name? This is too rude. Come, tell me, what is your name."

Meng Zhen finally turned around, but not to answer his question, he just suddenly realized how Ji Wuxing could talk so much nonsense, judging from a person who usually speaks as concisely as possible, his throat should be tired.

However, Ji Wuxing was not only not tired, but also very interested. He still said to Meng Zhen, "It's okay if you don't want to say it. I know you must be embarrassed because the name doesn't sound good. It's okay, I'll get one for you right now."

Meng Zhen: "..."

"What should I call you? Let me think about it... Ah, if I have it, I will call you Xiaoyun." Ji Wuxing slapped his forehead and explained: "You see, my name is Ji Wuxing, and there is a 'xing' in my name. 'Word, the place where I live is also called 'Wushan Xingyun', so I call you Xiaoyun, and you will stay in the sea of ​​Cangwu in the future, so you will be with us. Of course, it would be better if I had my surname... ..."

Meng Zhen suddenly raised his head to look at him, with complex and unspeakable expressions in his warm eyes.Ji Wuxing was stunned for a moment, and quickly changed his words: "If you don't like the name 'Xiaoyun', just change it again. Why do you suddenly look at me like this?"

Meng Zhen suppressed his emotions and said in a low voice: "No. Let's call him 'Xiaoyun'."

"Really, Xiaoyun? It's great that you like it." Ji Wuxing acted as if he had done something extraordinary.Then some inquisitive people leaned over and asked, "Xiao Yun, why did you come to the Sea of ​​Cangwu?"

Meng Zhen glanced at him clearly, and said with a smile, "Of course it's because of you."

Ji Wuxing opened his mouth in surprise, and Meng Zhen continued: "When you were in Tiangong, didn't you say you liked me and let me come to the Cangwu Sea with you? Why, you forgot so soon?"

As soon as the words were finished, taking advantage of Ji Wuxing's stupefied effort, Meng Zhen grabbed Ji Wuxing's neck with one hand, and with the other hand cleverly pushed his hands upside down on the short floor.

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Note: "If there is no desire for material things in the heart, it is the autumn sky and the sea. If you sit with the piano and books, you will become the Danqiu of the stone room." This sentence quotes Hong Yingming's "Cai Gen Tan", which is not original by the author.