Bai Ze

"I didn't teach this, I'm a music idiot, but I have a good apprentice-in-law, alas, that's a complete collection of miscellaneous families." Qian Suanzi didn't take any credit for his apprentice-in-law: "Aren't you I know, thanks to her for taking care of Ozawa when he was a child."

"I don't think you look like someone who can take care of children." Monk Lianhua listened to the music and became even more curious. How did little friend Bai Ze compose and sing it?And dancing?

After seeing the novelty, the two brought Bai Ze back to Lotus Peak.

Bai Ze was imprisoned on the lotus peak by Qian Suanzi because he kept making noises, and he was afraid that he would touch the nasturtium, so he was not allowed to play on the mountain.

And he was staying on the lotus peak with two cultivators at the stage of transformation, and others regarded him as a good fortune. Being able to follow the monks at the stage of transformation, as long as these two gave some pointers, wouldn't they benefit a lot?

But in fact, Bai Ze didn't accept the guidance of the two of them, he was tinkering with things.

The last time I went to Daqi Peak to play, because of Xiaoqi Daoist's stinginess, he didn't bring out any good things at all, but...he also gained something there, that is, he found some high-quality wood, it is said Another piece is Fengluo sycamore wood, which is a good wood for making pianos.

There are also a few evidences that it is a few strands of gold thread collected from the Gengjin Land.

To them, this thing was leftovers after use, so Bai Ze took it away, but Master Daqi felt embarrassed and gave him some good materials in private.

But Bai Ze wanted these things, not for some musical instruments, but for playing some musical instruments by himself.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, if he doesn't practice, he is still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

So he was extremely bored and sat there tinkering.

Monk Lianhua and Qian Suanzi saw him laying many things in the yard, and carved and polished a piece of Fengluo sycamore wood, which was obviously a leftover material, with spiritual energy.

"What is he doing?" For this 15-year-old Nascent Soul, Monk Lianhua is actually very curious, hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

Qian Suanzi rubbed his nose: "Maybe he is making toys?"

"Make toys yourself?" Monk Lianhua didn't think of this: "Does he make toys by himself? Don't you have any toys for him?"

"Yeah, he's already played with it, maybe he's tired of it?" Qian Suanzi thought for a while, "And since my apprentice went to retreat with his wife, he hasn't added any new toys... I don't know what toy. Won't you make him a toy?"

Thinking about it this way, he seems to be really... sorry for the little apprentice.

Bai Ze fiddled with it for a while, and said to himself: "I didn't learn how to make a violin from that foreigner teacher back then, and now I can't understand it after studying it!"

That's right!

Bai Ze just wanted to make a violin.

In the world of self-cultivation, most of them are traditional musical instruments, such as drums and zither strings, of course, and wind instruments such as flute and long flute are also very common.

But the Western style is gone, and I have never heard of it. Today, Monk Lianhua doubted his musical quality, so this time he asked the old monk to open his eyes.

The young master is also idle when he is idle. He makes a violin and comes out to play.

The next day, he had already finished the violin, and he was short of a sound test. For this reason, he deliberately had breakfast early...Of course, Qian Suanzi and Monk Lianhua had no intention of eating.

Bai Ze ate deliciously.

After eating, I started to make the final preparations in the yard. Two elderly people, who together were nearly two thousand years old, came over with a young face in their twenties: "Little apprentice, you What are you doing?"

"Make a musical instrument and play around with it." Bai Ze lowered his head and fiddled with ing, but didn't look up.

"This is a musical instrument?" Monk Lianhua frowned, "What's it called?"

"The violin." Bai Ze said, "There are also cellos, violas, etc., but that requires a lot of wood..."

Most importantly, he can't do it either.

This is still taught by a foreign instrument amateur in my university. The production of violins is actually very simple, and it looks simple. In fact, any musical instrument has its special reason.

The violin is a stringed instrument with four strings.

The string and the bow rub against each other to make a sound.

The violin body (resonance box) is about 35 cm long and is made of curved panels, back panels and side panels.

The panels are usually made of spruce, which is soft; the back and side panels are made of maple and mahogany, which are hard.The headstock and neck are made of whole maple, and the fingerboard is made of ebony.

And Bai Ze used Fengluo sycamore wood, which was much stronger than the ordinary ordinary wood of his previous life.

The bowstring used is also unusual.

"Oh?" The two looked curiously at Bai Ze playing with that little thing.

They also bit their ears and chatted with each other, and whispered without hair: "Haven't you seen it?"

The other one with hair shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

"I don't know about this instrument, what's the movement?"

"Maybe it's similar to Pipa or Yaoqin?"

"What's that? A bow?"

"Is it possible to play this instrument and also shoot arrows?"

The two became even more curious!

Bai Ze almost couldn't listen anymore: "This is called a bowstring, you use it to play musical instruments, you don't need to shoot arrows... I am not a weapon."

"What's the matter? Some music repairers can have the sword in the qin, do you know? The base of the Yaoqin is a sword box; there is also the sword in Xiao Zhong. I have a sword in my hand!"

As two cultivators who have traveled for hundreds of years, their knowledge is broad.

"I'm just a pure musical instrument, thank you." Bai Ze lowered his head, and put the violin on his chin very calmly: "I'll try it first..."

The violin is a kind of stringed instrument, and any musical instrument has a sound test, that is, to test the instrument to see how it sounds and how it sounds.

Especially this kind of self-made musical instrument must be auditioned, and it is definitely not enough to try it once, at least a dozen times, dozens of times, and some musical instrument makers can audition hundreds of times.

Bai Ze put on the bowstring and pulled it... the sound of "creaking" instantly gave him goosebumps all over his body.

Monk Lianhua looked at Qian Suanzi with an indescribable expression on his face: "As expected of your closed disciple..."

The quality of music is the same, the same, the same as yours!

Qian Suanzi's expression was also very exciting, he even rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating?

How could his little apprentice do this?

This is the person who skipped "Little Apple" in front of him.

Bai Ze frowned, tightened the strings, and pulled them again to test the sound...

Anyone who has learned the violin knows that when this thing is being tuned or tested, it makes an unpleasant sound, like a donkey braying... creaking, squeaking...

Bai Ze was debugging seriously, and he didn't feel anything at all, isn't it just goosebumps?After listening to it a few times, he calmed down.

But his movement was too annoying and too disturbing.

Qian Suanzi and Monk Lianhua couldn't take it anymore, so they hurried back to the house and set up a sound-proof barrier, the two of them looked at each other...

Monk Lianhua stayed here until August [-]th, the night of the full moon.

Qianjizong also celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival, tasting moon cakes, eating crabs, admiring the moon, and drinking autumn chrysanthemums.

It's also because there are guests here this time, and Bai Ze fooled everyone into holding a Mid-Autumn Festival party, but because he has no experience, it's actually just a group of people going up to dance, play music or something, and someone sang The song "Little Apple" is more literary, and some people have been playing with big blades for a while... Some use fans as weapons, and the dancing shadows of the fans are very beautiful.

After everyone was busy, someone started booing: "Xiaozu, how about you? Come one?"

Everyone has been familiar with Bai Ze during this period of time. They couldn't get close to Bai Ze when he was on the mountain 13 years ago; booed him.

"Okay!" Bai Ze wasn't shy at all, he randomly picked out one of them, all of them were older than him, he was shy.

"Oh!" A group of low-level disciples booed.

Actually, it’s more like a bonfire meeting than a Mid-Autumn Festival party, but it’s not popular in the cultivation world to light a lot of bonfires there, so in their square, all the white jade railings are lit up... It’s a bit like a modern square Ornate street lamps lit up at night.

However, it is much more environmentally friendly than street lamps. Here, you only need to insert a low-grade spirit stone on each railing.

The bright beam of light illuminates this place like daytime, echoing the moon in the sky.

Bai Ze stood up, and took out his newly made violin from his storage bag.

Seeing him take out this thing, Qian Suanzi and Monk Lianhua broke into a cold sweat. The two of them listened to this movement for seven or eight days.

Although from the sound of the donkey at the end, the adjustment to the creaking sound at the end, to be honest, the two of them, who have never heard a piece of music, have no love for this instrument.

Now not only do they have to destroy their ears, but they also want to be ashamed in front of so many people?

But it doesn't look like something Bai Ze would do?

Both of them looked at Bai Ze with complicated eyes.

In the end, the two chose to believe in Bai Ze once, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. He was only 15 years old, not yet an adult.

Men in the cultivation world reach adulthood at the age of 20, and after the coronation ceremony, they can declare adulthood. Of course, they can also marry a wife and have children, and they can even inherit the family business, or have a role in the sect.

After reaching the crown, it is a big problem to be ashamed of others.

But before reaching the crown, they are all children, harmless.

The two of them thought they were doing well, but Bai Ze already knew what they were thinking, okay?

In order to win a sigh of relief, Bai Ze wants them to experience the beauty of the violin!

In fact, Bai Ze learned the violin for a year or two with Daliu when he was a child. He could play the violin in some music training class developed by the elementary school. He could play two pieces, but he didn't study it systematically. Ah, the German school, the French school, the Russian school, the Soviet school, etc., he couldn't tell the difference at all.

But now he is a cultivator, with a lifespan of thousands of years waiting for him to live. Compared with the various masters on earth who only have a lifespan of less than a hundred years, he has more time to study.

What's more, Bai Ze's hands-on ability is super strong now.

He didn't play any "Blessings of Love" either... How could he laugh when he played "Blessings of Love" to a monk?

So he picked up the violin very calmly, put on the bowstring, and slowly pulled it up. The melody is light and beautiful, which is in line with the usual style of the cultivation world, and then he said: "Who moved my strings and called me to the window?" ;Running water floating boat, you are on the other side of the night; who leans on my piano pillow and dreams of the full moon in the night..."

In this song that combines ancient and modern, Chinese and Western, the violin and pipa are intertwined, and the popular singing voice interprets the ancient poetry. At that time, when he was in school, the popular songs have always been the white moonlight in his heart.

Now take it out and sing it, I really miss the past life, when he was 15 years old.

In the past and present lives, the same 15-year-old, but in a different situation.

Bai Ze has always had a deep memory of this song, so when he played it, it was like flowing water.

It’s not like it’s the first time it’s just been composed and sung, but it’s like it’s been sung countless times.

I was so moved by how I sang.

It was Monk Lianhua who picked his ear: "It doesn't sound like a donkey braying this time."

Bai Ze couldn't continue playing at the moment, nor could he sing: "Master, I'm playing and singing so much, it's fine if you don't feel moved, and you still say such spoiling things, what is the sound of a donkey? This is called a violin, a violin !"

The two smiled awkwardly, and praised first: "Not bad, not bad, this instrument is not bad."

"That song is also good."

Only then did Bai Ze lift his chin triumphantly: "That is."

Everyone was very curious about Xiao Zu... the musical instrument in his hand, especially Xiao Zu's singing is also very nice.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Monk Lianhua took his disciples and grandchildren to bid farewell and left Qianjizong.

And just two days after they left, Immortal Jiu, who was the first to retreat, left.

On the day he left the customs, there was a red cloud in the sky, covering the sky, and there was a breath in the air, from light to strong, and the disciples who didn't drink well were all drunk.

Qian Suanzi excitedly ran to Dayan Peak, and sure enough, the one with the most red clouds stood Jiu Zhenren.

Although the current Jiu Daoist is still the same, his cultivation base is the same as that of Qian Suanzi, and he has become a master in the transformation stage.

However, this time, there was not as much movement as Qian Suanzi, and there was no lightning.

It is the aroma of this wine, which is condensed but not scattered, and everyone is drunk when they smell it.

Bai Ze was already drunk.

On the other hand, Qian Suanzi looked up to the sky and laughed loudly when he saw Daoist Jiu: "Hahahaha... In my Qianjizong, besides me, there are also people who are in the stage of transforming gods."

Master Jiu took out his wine gourd in a cool manner: "Second senior brother, congratulations."

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Qian Suanzi was very happy: "It will be fine if you leave the customs. Ozawa has been muttering for a long time, saying that during the New Year, can I still drink the something you brewed?"

"Red wine." The real wine said with a smile: "I know, but I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it during the Chinese New Year. Next year!"

He only knows the concept of red wine, but he hasn't done it yet.

Bai Ze was delighted when Jiu Daoist came out of the customs: "I can go back."

Master Jiu reached out and handed him a sapphire jug: "This is for you to play with."

"My elder brother won't let me drink anymore..." Bai Ze put his hands behind his head in aggrieved manner.

Do not pick up.

"It's not wine, it's sherbet. It's not intoxicating." Immortal Jiu has just left the customs. Although he has become a monk in the transformation stage, he needs to stabilize his realm.

After giving the things to Bai Ze, he took his disciples and withdrew from Dayan Peak.

Back to his Tu Sufeng.

Bai Ze finally returned to Dayan Peak... It feels like there is a smell of wine everywhere in Dayan Peak, making people dizzy.

"It feels as if it's been soaked in wine..." Bai Ze squeezed a Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique, and sprinkled it all over Dayan Peak, until the smell became much weaker.

But it didn't go away after all.

Bai Ze is so depressed!

However, Qian Suanzi is happy, and finally someone has passed the customs.

However, afterward, Master Changchun didn't know what he was thinking, and he went into seclusion as well!

And Qian Suanzi's first reaction was to ask, "Bai Ze didn't go to Danding Peak to play, did he?"

"No...Xiaozu didn't go." The visitor from Danding Peak said dumbfoundedly: "However, Changchun Patriarch has been observing for a long time, and the rare medicine that Xiaozu refined...although it is the most simple tonic pill. , but it is also very worthy of research."

Qian Suanzi was helpless: "All the good ones are retreating..."

"Furthermore, the ancestor of Changchun felt something, so he retreated... to hit the state of transforming gods." The disciple of Dan Dingfeng said very proudly: "Maybe, the sect will have another stage of transforming gods!"

Dan Dingfeng closed the door, but fortunately, Tu Sufeng left the door.

However, Jiu Zhenren used to be drunk all day long, but now he is obsessed with making wine. He still uses grapes to make wine, which is said to be the "red wine" that Bai Ze mentioned.

Also looking for oak everywhere.

There is no oak in the cultivation world, but there is a kind of wood called "jacaranda wood" in the cultivation world, and the wine barrels made of it are quite good.

So the real wine maker used this kind of wood to build a lot of wine barrels.

It doesn't mean that he can share the worries of the sect, it's good that he doesn't add trouble.

On the other hand, Bai Ze cleaned up his territory, and Bai Ze didn't allow people to come these days, because he was afraid that if someone broke through with him, he would go out to wander again... How pitiful.

But Chu Huofeng seemed to know that he was in a bad mood, so he made some things for him, and Xiaoguospiao came in person: "My master said, congratulations...you are back!"

"Hehehe, thank you, master." Bai Ze looked at a large table of his favorite dishes on weekdays, and thought that Chu Huofeng's fat big pot and spoon was the best.

After Laba at the end of the year, Bai Ze had just written a reply letter to his family and wished everyone a happy New Year, and after sending a long-distance jade talisman message, there was movement on the other side of Di Jianfeng.

The phantom of a flying sword slowly appeared in the air, and the flying swords of all the disciples in the entire Jianfeng Mansion were clanging, and the sound of swords' cries could be heard endlessly.

A gust of wind blew past, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, Bai Ze didn't dare to step on the gold calendula and fly over...he was afraid of being struck by thunder and lightning.

In other words, should he study the issue of lightning rods?

On the other side, there was a burst of wind and rain, and the real swordsman Leng Jianshun, with a flying sword under his feet, and a magic sword flying around him, with his head held high, his eyes as sharp as a sword, looked up at the sky The dark cloud in his eyes reflected a burst of white light, which was the reflection of thunder and lightning.

The arm-thick thunder and lightning struck down, and the real swordsman didn't dodge or dodge, and was hit in an instant!

Bai Ze watched from a distance and shivered: "Damn it! This is really struck by lightning..."