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Song Qianji raised his eyes to see the moon that night, and expressed his feelings through the song.

After he finished writing, he just played it silently in his heart, and thought it was not bad, so he gave it to He Qingqing.

At this time, after listening to the other party's playing, I was in a trance for a while.The melody written by myself, played with spiritual power, has such momentum.

He Qingqing amazed everyone with this song skill and became famous in all directions. It seems that the scenery is boundless, but she doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Suddenly, I heard a clear and gentle male voice faintly coming from the Tanxin Pavilion, as if I was testing other people in the school.

There are all piano examiners in the pavilion, but once the man opened his mouth, others stopped talking and treated him with great respect. Isn't his identity obvious?

Song Qianji was slightly startled, Qin Xian is here?

He gathered his energy and tried to hear the man's words clearly.

"I was lonely when I was young..."

Bitterness is a bit bitter, but there is nothing to complain about, it becomes natural after habit.

"...the world competes for the throne."

How come to compete, I have just climbed to the top of the mountain, and before enjoying it for a long time, the supertree will fall, and the world will be over.

"...The hero's end."

Song Qianji finally couldn't help it, and laughed.

No one ever told him, you are a hero.

This word has nothing to do with him.

The hero of the old thief of Song Dynasty is more absurd than the lord of the evil way, who does good deeds and accumulates virtue, and the mad master is calm and rational.

"...It should be a dead person."

Song Qianji raised his eyebrows, this sentence is true, he did die once.

The people in the pavilion are indeed Qin Xian.The way of rhythm is profound, and one can see beyond the strings, and deduce the experience of the composer from the emotion of the song.

There is a specialization in the art industry, which is far beyond the reach of an amateur like him.

I hope that He Qingqing will keep his promise and not confess him.

If he really confessed to him, he would not admit it, so he could only make up another story and put it on Xian Jianchen's head.

Anyway, one thing and two times familiar.

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny?" Someone beside him asked coldly.

Song Qianji was startled, only to realize that the other party was asking him.

Looking around, everyone looked bad.

He was the only one who laughed instead of crying.

Everyone had just wiped away their tears, and there was still the lingering rhyme of the piano music in their hearts, but they heard a chuckle.

This song is shocking tonight, and the masked fairy plays it so wonderfully.

But some people were indifferent and even sneered, are they still human?

Song Qianji stood in the crowd, facing the condemning gazes around him, a little embarrassed.

"Misunderstanding, I didn't laugh at you." He explained.

"Then who are you laughing at?" Someone stood up and said loudly:

"The masked fairy who played the qin helped me enlighten me with the sound of the qin. She is kind to me. If anyone dares to laugh at her or treat her disrespectfully today, I will seek justice for her!"

Everyone should be.

He Qingqing's qin music not only touches people's hearts, but also makes many people improve their cultivation and obtain tangible benefits.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful." Song Qianji had no choice but to explain again.

Seeing his sincere attitude, gentle smile, and his handsome appearance, everyone finally stopped embarrassing him and praised the piano music instead.

The most popular people at this time are the disciples of Xianyinmen.

The other sword cultivators, talisman masters, formation masters, and weapon refiners only knew how to applaud, but they couldn't tell what was good.

Only the sound repairers talked about their opinions, and they spoke clearly and wisely, and they were convincing and admirable.

"Although the beginning of this song has a sense of poverty, it is sad but not hurtful, and never complains about itself. It is like a sword hidden in a box, ready to go."

"The middle piece is brilliant and magnificent, but it is fun but not lewd. There is a saying that 'it is difficult to say a happy word, but it is easy to make a poor sound'. The brilliant sound is the easiest to lose its aura and fall into the vulgar. This piece is not only free from vulgarity, On the contrary, it is majestic and majestic, with the appearance of a king dominating, attracting beasts to come to court!"

"The final desolate and tragic song leads people into the secret realm of their hearts."

Someone hesitated and said: "But, it seems that this song has not been finished?"

Everyone said it was a pity.

But an older Yinxiu stood up and said with a smile:

"The song is not over, and the strings are broken, which is also a kind of beauty of regret."

"After all—" the man concluded: "If there is no great success, there will be no great sound!"

"Papa papa!" There was thunderous applause.

"well said!"

Some supporters of Mengzhi sighed: "It seems that Fairy Mengzhi can't compare..."

"Competition? How can this be compared? How can rice grains compete with the sun and the moon. In my opinion, there is no need to listen to the songs that are in the back."

"There will be a song by Fairy Miaoyan in the future, won't you listen to it?"

"Don't mention a single song, I won't listen to the piano for the next year. I'm afraid I'll hear this fairy music tonight!"

"No!" Fairy Miaoyan's supporters denied, "This masked female cultivator has a low level of cultivation, lacks aura in her body, and her piano skills are not as good as Fairy Miaoyan's. Tonight's victory is not due to her piano skills, but to her golden songs! Yanxian playing this song should be better than her!"

"This piece of music is so wonderful, I wonder who wrote it for her?"

"The music conveys the Tao. The person who can write this song must be a great hero."

"Not necessarily." Song Qianji listened silently.

He was extremely embarrassed when he heard it, his face was slightly red, and finally he couldn't help but speak:

"Maybe, he's just a villain, and because of his unscrupulous methods, he will die badly."

The Xianyin Sect disciple immediately interrupted:

"Are you a sound repairer?"

"I'm not." Song Qianji said.

"Do you know the rhythm?"

"Understood."

The disciple of Xianyin Sect snorted coldly: "The way of rhythm is broad and profound, lofty and boundless. If you don't know much about it, how dare you put your beak at will?"

Everyone was outraged and blamed him for insulting the composer.

Song Qianji was speechless.

He blamed himself for not talking too much.

The merits and demerits of the ages will be commented by future generations.Even if you are misunderstood and bullshit, you should bear it without losing a piece of meat.

"Fellow Daoist, don't have the same knowledge as him." Someone answered, "He's not a music cultivator, so he doesn't understand music theory and emotion. Although I'm not a music cultivator, I know how to respect and respect. Today's eye-opening, I know what is' For example, if you hear the music of the immortals, the ears will be clear for a while', and 'the echoes will linger for three days', what is 'I don't know the taste of meat in three months'."

Song Qianji smiled helplessly and looked towards the edge of the pool.

After a sea of ​​people, he finally saw He Qingqing being summoned by Qin Xian with a word, and he turned and left.

What are you waiting for?

The monks participating in the Dengwen Yahui and listening to the piano by the pool this time include those who came to besiege and kill him in the previous life, and some who were killed by him.

He can't remember.

He didn't want to think about it either.

Song Qianji left alone, the laughter and lively praises were left behind, and gradually he couldn't hear clearly.

The lonely mountain road, the bright moon comes to shine.

He suddenly wanted to drink some wine, went back to his small vegetable garden, and got drunk with the company of the garden full of plants and trees.

"Brother Song!" A hasty cry interrupted Song Qianji's thoughts.

One person rushed towards him: "I've been looking for you everywhere, and it's been hard for me to find you!"

"Ji Chen?" Song Qianji wondered, "Why are you looking for me, the chess test is over?"

He thought that Ji Chen had been staying in Fengyan Valley to watch the chess test and practice playing chess.

When the other party ran out of the shadow of the tree and his face was illuminated by the moonlight, he saw Ji Chen's anxious eyes and realized that something might have happened.

"What words can you write? The book sage appointed 'egg post' to be the leader!" Ji Chen gasped, "They wanted to arrest me for a congratulatory banquet, so I took the opportunity to sneak out!"

"What?" Song Qianji was shocked, "Egg post?"

"It's the circle I drew, the egg you wrote, and now it's an egg post!"

"No, no way." Song Qianji was stunned.

Wei Zhenyu didn't find it, and the leader of the calligraphy and painting test became a master?

What happened to Shusheng?

Don't click on the genius who has left books on the cliff, don't click on the countless exquisite landscape pictures, but order an egg.

You are ordering from a restaurant, which one is delicious?

"My leader is so ridiculous that I don't deserve my name. I'm really panicking! You say that the most important thing in life is participation, but you also say that you only know a little bit. You lied to me."

Seeing him in a daze, Ji Chen was even more at a loss, and simply sobbed and cried.

"I didn't lie to you!" Song Qianji was dizzy from his crying.

Has no one ever taught you, seven-foot man, to shed blood without tears?

I didn't see Wei Zhenyu today, and I was beaten violently in the piano test.

I didn't cry, why are you crying?

"Don't cry, Daoyou Ji, no one would want this kind of thing to happen, it's not our fault!"

Ji Chen choked and said, "Could it be the saint's fault? Even if it is, who dares to say that the saint made a mistake?"

"Give me the handkerchief!" Song Qianji said.

Ji Chen honestly took out an ice silk satin brocade handkerchief.

Song Qianji took it, and wiped away his snot and tears: "Since the sage can't make mistakes, he hand-picked you, who dares to say that you are wrong? Whoever doubts you as the leader is questioning the sage. What are you afraid of?"

"The word "egg" was clearly written by you!"

Song Qianji frightened him: "Writing other people's papers is considered cheating. If you tell it, we both will have trouble."

"What should I do?"

"You might as well admit it and be the leader happily!"

Song Qianji stated the pros and cons to him again, and after a few words, he finally stabilized Ji Chen.

"Go back, don't wait for others to find you."

"What about you?" Ji Chen tugged at his sleeve and asked, "You let me go alone? Aren't you going to have a congratulatory banquet with me?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "I don't want to eat now, I just want to drink."

He added: "Drink alone."

Too many things happened today, one after another of absurd things, fate just played a joke on him.

He wanted to drink, go back to his warm and lovely little vegetable garden, and get a good night's sleep.

Once I wake up, tomorrow will be a full day of farming.

"Wine? I have it!" Ji Chen patted the storage bag and took out a small purple jade wine jar, "You drink mine!"

"Not strong?" Song Qianji hesitated.

Ji Chen patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, this is my homemade fruit wine, sweet and light."

"Okay, thank you." Song Qianji nodded, "Go quickly."

Ji Chen was reluctant to part.

Song Qianji gave him a gentle push.

***

The waterfall falls, and the silver flakes splash under the moon.

Dozens of bluestones were lifted up by the spiritual energy and floated quietly in the pool, paving the way to the pavilion in the center of the pool.

He Qingqing walked down this road step by step with Qin in his arms.

She stood still outside the pavilion, her slender waist and face covered by the hedge were reflected in the pool water.

"What's the name of this song?" Someone in the booth asked with a smile.

He Qingqing replied in a low voice: "I don't know the name."

"Where did you learn it?" the man asked again.

He Qingqing raised her head boldly.

But I saw that everyone in the pavilion was standing solemnly and dignifiedly.

Only the person who asked the question was sitting with a smile on his face.

He was dressed in a black robe, and he still maintained his youthful appearance. His facial features were carefully sculpted by heaven, and his skin was fair and flawless, almost transparent under the moonlight.

He Qingqing couldn't help but want to look more carefully, but when she met his far-sighted eyes, she was shocked and immediately lowered her head.

It seems that people can't help being in awe when they see a high-ranking immortal, let alone dare to deceive them.

She whispered but firmly:

"I promised others, I can't say it."

The complexions of the people in the pavilion changed, and they were about to reprimand her for not knowing the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

Qin Xian nodded: "It's good to keep promises and honor righteousness."