Su Bian Cultivation World

Gongyizhu is indeed a very friendly elder. When Luo Jiujiang met him for the second time, everything he talked about was just right.

There is only one thing that makes Luo Jiujiang very entangled, that is, for some reason, Gong Yizhu set the meeting place at a well-known restaurant box near the college.

Luo Jiujiang: "..." Mr. Gongyi may have misunderstood him.

In any case, Mr. Gongyi has a wide range of knowledge and has always answered all the questions Luo Jiujiang asked him for advice.And he has a good personality, unlike Luo Cang, who satirizes seven characters in one sentence and is just the beginning.No matter what the topic is, there is a sense of eloquence after passing through his mouth.

What's more, his voice is more beautiful than the best Yaoqin in the world, no matter how unnutritious nonsense is read by his unique rhythmic and intonation, it is like washing the soul, making people feel uneasy.

For example, now, when he smiled at Luo Jiujiang and asked, "I've heard your whistle, have you ever used a musical instrument to kill music?", Luo Jiujiang even shook his head involuntarily: "It's still a whistle!" Most of them are used, including qin and flute, oh, and gong.”

Gongyizhu's gaze became strange: "Gong?"

"Hmm." Luo Jiujiang is working hard to train his resistance to Mr. Gongyi's tone of voice, but if he can relax his mind a little, he will try his best to say, "Master just took a fancy to my extraordinary talent in beating gongs. Take me in as a disciple."

"……Oh."

Gongyizhu nodded, and didn't say anything more about this issue.

But when Xiaoer was called to pay the bill after the meal, he directly asked the price of the box that he had booked all year round.

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

He had a vague feeling that this might have something to do with the question of whether the gong should be gong or not.

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Even though he had many scruples about hindering his disciple's fate, Gongyizhu still taught Luo Jiujiang something.

"Sound killing is just a small skill." Gong Yizhu said while sliding his finger wheel strings: "The word for music is the bell of the great way. One sound can make all things live, and one sound can make all things die. If you only Judging by the lethality of accent killing, it is like a child learning to speak, who does not know the enlightenment nursery rhymes, but is thinking about the mysterious world and the prehistoric universe, with a big belly and empty inside, like rootless duckweed, which is just provocative Just laugh."

In a few words, he only plucked the strings once, but just like that, the thin rose tree placed between the two of them actually drilled a flower bud from the weak stem, and it bloomed slightly. some.

"This is life." Gongyi Zhuwen said in a warm voice, "If I vibrate the string again, it will show death."

Injury is easier than hair growth, so there is no need to deliberately perform it.Gongyizhu didn't cut off the short life of this newly bloomed rose. He picked up the flowerpot and moved it to the window sill.

"You are a person with a teacher. I will not deliberately teach you anything. Your master will teach you many things in the future. From now on, you will come to my house on time every day, and I will play a few songs for you. The road is beautiful , if you can realize something, that is also a harvest."

So Luo Jiujiang went to Mr. Gongyi several times.In just three to five days, the joy he brought to Gongyizhu was no less than what he brought to Zhenshuangliu back then, and even surpassed it.

Gongyizhu is the founder of Yinsha, and his understanding of Le Dao is far deeper than Zhenshuangliu.At the beginning, Luo Jiujiang could comprehend Yinsha after listening to a class, and now it is the same in terms of rhythm.

When Gongyizhu played out a song for the first time, indicating that Luo Jiujiang could replay the part he remembered, Luo Jiujiang groaned and fiddled with the strings a few times before stopping to meditate.Gongyizhu was a little disappointed in his heart, but he still smiled on his face, but before he could say anything to smooth things over, Luo Jiujiang hung his index finger on the piano again.

The reproduction of the part he played was not accurate, but even if he reproduced the breath stop perfectly, it would not surprise Gongyizhu more than it is now.

What Luo Jiujiang expressed was the "meaning rhyme" in Gong Yizhu's qin music just now.

Although the sound and form are different, but the spirit has arrived.

Gongyizhu is like Zhen Shuangliu who has just accepted Luo Jiujiang as a disciple. He is satisfied with how Luo Jiujiang sees him, but he really doesn't know how to love him.

It's just that Zhen Shuangliu's character is more reserved. Not only can he bite all the praises of Luo Jiujiang to death, but he can also point out his mistakes and scold him.Gongyizhu has been full of praise for Luo Jiujiang these few days, which made the barefooted female disciple at the door joke about it: "Mr. is not eating well today, it must be because Mr. Kualuo has not boasted enough."

After such a few days, the two gradually became acquainted, and Luo Jiujiang let go of his courage.For example, Mr. Gongyi chatted as usual before playing the music today-the essence is undoubtedly teaching. When it comes to the musical instrument itself, there is no difference between superiority and inferiority. When it comes to the musician's charm, Luo Jiujiang made a joke.

"Mr. Don't say that the instruments themselves are not superior, but you have already distinguished them when you put them."

He pointed to the quiet room where Gongyizhu placed many musical instruments. The interior layout was orderly. On one wall was the lute and yueqin. In terms of height, it is indeed lower than Xiaodi and the like.Every day before Gongyizhu plays, he will choose the musical instrument used today in it.

He deliberately made fun of him, and Gong Yizhu responded with a joke.He fiddled with the harp string twice, and as the sound of ding-dong sounded in the room, Luo Jiujiang suddenly rose from the ground, feeling weightless all over his body, and the whole person actually floated in the air!

It would be fine if he was lifted by the smooth air current. He is already a foundation-building monk, so he can fly with his sword and sword.It's just that Luo Jiujiang's floating in the air was purely lifted up by the strength contained in the syllables under the fingers of Gongyizhu. With the sound of Gongyizhu's playing and the pitch of the pitch, Luo Jiujiang couldn't control himself from jumping up and down in the air. , Occasionally, he made a big bump or two, which not only made him look miserable visually, but also felt absolutely uncomfortable.

Gongyi Zhu said with a smile: "If you feel that the difference between the top and the bottom is considered to be the superiority, then the gentleman is willing to give in today, and you will try it last time."

Luo Jiujiang struggled twice, but the air around his body was thick and thick like glue, wrapped him like a silkworm chrysalis, unable to move, he could only float up and down with the music pointed by Mr. Gongyi, he couldn't help but wry smile again and again: "I just It's all just for fun, I really shouldn't be arguing with my husband, please let me down."

Gongyizhu raised his smiling eyes, and said in a brisk voice: "It was up to you whether to lift it before, but now it's up to me whether to let it go."

Speaking of this, Gongyizhu paused for a moment, and couldn't help laughing at him: "You child is quick to give in."

"Survival is wise, stop the loss in time, and accept it when you see it." Luo Jiujiang smiled: "Besides, Mr. is my elder, and he is dedicated to my own good. It is not shameful to be soft with you-only Mr. is kind to allow me There is no room for others to joke around with you!"

Gongyizhu laughed dumbfounded, knowing that Luo Jiujiang had seen it.

He was originally worried that Luo Jiujiang would be too clever, relying on his talent and good brains, sometimes he would lose the importance, because his words would cause troubles he shouldn't have to worry about, so he took advantage of this little joke to give His lesson in a joke.

Who knew that Luo Jiujiang was so vigilant, just as he lifted him into the air with his finger, he already understood what he meant from the beginning to the end, not only immediately apologized coquettishly, but also didn't forget to please and be good-looking by the way.This reaction was too fast, and Gong Yizhu didn't know how much of the expected spittle was saved.

Gongyizhu immediately wanted to let him go, but after thinking about it, he still froze: "I wanted you to tremble for an hour, but you are so clever. Listen to me play a piece of music, if you can say a few useful words, You don't have to stay that long."

In terms of Luo Jiujiang's talent, this move is almost the same as letting go lightly.

Luo Jiujiang's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

When the piece of music poured out from under the fingers of Gongyi Bamboo, the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, the chirping of warblers and birds, the swaying of grass and trees outside the window... all the external noises seemed to have disappeared.

If it is said that at the time of the first appointment in Lelu, a piece of Gongyizhu played the welcoming tune to cover the scenery of the four seasons, then this song of konghou now covers the vastness of the world.

At this time, Luo Jiujiang almost wanted to praise Mr. Gongyi for using the syllables to push him into the air. With the ups and downs of the music, Luo Jiujiang's whole body was also bouncing up and down in the air, and his soul seemed to have escaped from this place long ago. With a body, accompanied by the artistic conception in the song, it reaches a dangerous peak, a wilderness, a polar glacier...

Mr. Gongyi's initial starting tune was extremely low, so low that Luo Jiujiang's feet could almost touch the ground. The pillar of the sky, if you touch it, it can shake the sky and the earth.

As the melody rose high, the intensity of the melody gradually increased. Luo Jiujiang was lifted up by the melody, and his chest was exhausted as if he was climbing himself. The ups and downs were much more intense than at the beginning. Far away, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, almost causing him to stretch out his hands to draw imaginatively.

The tone of the voice rises with twists and turns, Luo Jiujiang's body rises up section by section, and he also turns over dangerous boulders one after another in his soul. With the sound of Kang Li's thud, the other person is at the top, and he himself becomes the lonely and standing The top of the unfallen mountain.Immediately, the charm of the music led him to look up, only to see the misty clouds and the endless sky.

——The sky is just a finger away from him, and he is thousands of feet away from the sky.

Luo Jiujiang stretched out his hand, only to touch the white putty ceiling in a daze.

At this moment, his body and soul are so consistent that he is completely overwhelmed by the world depicted in the music.

……

After the song was played, Mr. Gongyi thoughtfully gave Luo Jiujiang a while to relax.

"What do you want to say?" He looked at Luo Jiujiang expectantly, "Tell me anything, anything."

Luo Jiujiang was still hanging halfway up in the air, but at this moment he completely lost the playful air he had at the beginning, and even every strand of his hair was solemn.

He raised his finger up and said solemnly: "Qingtian." Then he turned his wrist and pointed straight down, "Thick soil."

Then, he turned his elbow and pressed his fingers to his heart: "Top class."

Of the myriad things in the three thousand worlds, the only thing that can be said in the end is the majestic sky, the honest and thick soil, and the human beings between the heavens and the earth.

The sky is blue sky, the ground is thick soil, he is the best in the world.

Gongyizhu was slightly startled when he heard the words, and he couldn't help but loosen his fingers that were holding down the strings. The airflow supporting Luo Jiujiang suddenly disappeared, and he fell heavily on his body, turned over and fell to the ground calmly, and stood firmly.

"..." Gongyizhu hesitated to speak, and after opening his mouth again and again, he only let out a long sigh of regret: "If your master is not my dead friend, I will really rob him of my apprentice."