Zheng Lang knew that she had some intentions when she did this, but she was not angry either.

There is a rumor outside that I am romantic, even though I have been through it, I am not just catching up on the wind and shadows. Look at the two beautiful girls around me, how can I solve it without being romantic?

I am not very repulsive of such places. I come occasionally and take it as a relaxing person. But now I am tight and I am young, so it is not time to have fun and relax.

He sent it to the door and owed his body, saying, "Take care, I won't send it to you."

"Thank you all for giving the piano."

"This is my honor, but the next time Zheng Lang comes to the capital, I want to see what you look like wearing flowers (referring to parading in high school in the palace examination)."

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment," Zheng Lang laughed, and took the two beautiful girls into the ox cart. But after some secret calls from Liu Yuniang, the spring dreams continued to stop. The next day, Jiang Xing'er came in to pack his clothes for him and said with a blushing face: "Zheng Lang, if you want, I will accompany you tonight..."

"It's coming again," continued to knock on her little head. Finally, I was a little younger, wait...

Today is also traveling during the day, but outside the city.

The ox cart came to a small village outside the city, next to it was a small road village. The person we visited was in this Taoist temple.

He drove over and patted the door of the Taozhuang village. A middle-aged Taoist inside opened the door and asked, "Little Langjun, who are you looking for?"

"Will you be here?"

"Something is."

"I've met Master Wei."

"Who are you……"

Zheng Lang’s future intentions are discussed.

Wei Zhongzheng asked curiously: "Are you the Zheng family from Zhengzhou?"

"yes."

"Please come in," Wei Zhongzheng let them in. At this time, they were not famous and lived in this Taoist temple, which was very shabby.

"I am so simple, but I will forgive my sins."

"The mountain is not high, but there is immortality, but it is famous. The water is not deep, but there is a dragon, but it is spiritual. This is a humble room, but my virtue is so hearty. Why is it ugly?"

"Haha, Zheng Xiaolang is indeed a elegant man. But I don't understand. The piano held by the maid behind you is also a good one. Why do you still ask for it?"

"That is the dead thing left by my father, and the boy dares not abandon it. This is for another person..." These people were half hidden and half-exposed, with noble character, and Zheng Lang did not hide it and told the story.

"Okay." Shi Zhongzheng felt awe-inspiring.

After only months of teaching the piano skills, the young man took it so much. And the girl's identity was so cold and humble. Her eyes turned again and said, "I still have a piano in my hand, and I will finish it on a date. But I have a condition. I heard that Xiaolang's calligraphy and painting skills are unparalleled in the world. Can I give me a calligraphy and painting?"

"Yes, the Taoist priest said, I dare not obey orders."

After saying that, he drew a picture of "The Map of Zhiyin" for Shi Zhongzheng. He borrowed the painting of the masterpiece "The Traveling Mountains" from Shaanxi, and drew three mountains, which also occupied two-thirds of the area of ​​the picture, but was slightly different. In addition to borrowing his raindrops and rocks, he added Tang Bohu's long axe-cut texture, and the mountain became more steeper, tall, and majestic. The mountains were different. It was the mountain seen from Sanmenxia, ​​and he deliberately drew only one mountain top, and the other two were only painted to the side of the mountain, expressing the height of the mountain, which could not even be accommodated by the picture.

At this kind of oppressive mountain, a small axe and a nail-headed texture are used to outline a more finely detailed close-up view. A waterfall comes from the mountain and will become a stream down the river at the foot of the mountain. There are trees and stones by the river. A woodcutter sits on the stone. There is a boat in the river, an elder sitting on the bow of the boat, playing the piano, and a boy stands silently on the side waiting for him.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time that Zheng Lang has drawn his own pictures.

There is also the suspicion of a hodgepodge, and the traces of patchwork and chiseling are very obvious. However, many paintings have been drawn in the past four years, and in the past two days, I have observed three top masterpieces to paint, which gave him some inspiration. Aside from the shortcomings, the whole painting can be regarded as a good work from momentum, to metaphor, layout, and composition. In particular, the majesty of the three mountains and the fine and soft and simplicity of the close-up scene have an impact on vision.

The painting is very large, nearly one meter high and more than forty centimeters wide. Zheng Lang started painting from the sun in the morning at three o'clock, and continued until it was slightly dark, and it was difficult to complete it.

It is hard to say whether it is worth it or not. If you want to make a good guitar and have sufficient materials, it will take several months. If the materials are not sufficient, with the current technology and conditions, it may take several years.

Besides, the truth is priceless and cannot be measured simply by money.

"Good painting, can you write?"

"Okay," Zheng Lang replied. He picked up his brush and wrote a short poem: Boya** in front of Chu Palace, colorful boats set sail by the Chu River.

The calm and clear water pulls the rest of the sun, and the mist is surrounded by the mountains and the cold smoke is floating.

Stop the boat and watch the maple in the evening, chant the strings of the phoenix tail when facing the moon

There is a guest reef on the end of the Qun, and the mountains and flowing waters will not disperse!

It's still about the story of a soulmate who is in love with mountains and flowing water. The scholar-official of Jin State Boya was from Chu. King Jin sent Boya to Chu State. After finishing his job, he looked around in the village and bid farewell to all the friends. He boarded the boat assigned by the King of Chu to return. He moored on the road and played the piano at the moon. Suddenly, he heard something in the grass. The soldiers went down and grabbed a woodcutter. Asked the reason, it turned out that it was too late to chop wood. Boya was playing the piano and felt it was wonderful, so he hid in the grass on the reef.

Boya laughed, and you also listened to it. But he underestimated the person. This person's name was Ziqi. After a conversation, Boya made him play the piano and tried his true skills. When he played the strings of the piano, he had a mountain in his heart. Ziqi said, "It's so beautiful, the intention is the mountain." After changing the sound of the piano, he also said, "It's so beautiful, the intention is on the water." Boya was even more heart-wrenching, and pity the talent and thoughts arise, and gave him gold to persuade him to study hard.

The second time he was sent to Chu State, he deliberately went to find Ziqi. Who knew that after Ziqi persuaded him, he chopped wood during the day and studied hard at night. He was exhausted and died of Yanji. Boya came to Ziqi's grave and cried loudly. After crying, he said, "Ziqi is not here, who can understand the sound of my piano. He smashed the phoenix tail zither and stopped playing the piano from now on."

This is a beautiful thing in the history of the piano, but the ending was a little tragic. So Zheng Lang only picked the previous story in his poem, and ended without breaking it off after using it. It also gave him a sense of elegance.

"Good words and good poems." Wei Zhongzheng was overjoyed and said, "Can Xiaolang play a song of mountains and flowing water for me?"

This sentence has a metaphor. I am Ziqi, and you will be Boya, the scholar-official in Jin State, with a bright future.

If you change to an ordinary person, you will either be able to play, which will be unbeautiful. Or you will be furious, and you will not be able to touch these elegant things.

Zheng Lang smiled slightly and said, "How is our ensemble?"

"good!"

The two played a piano to play a song "High Mountains and Flowing Water". At this time, the small village also alarmed them. Wei Zhongzheng was not famous, but Zheng Lang was in the limelight and many onlookers came. But the two seemed to be unaware of it, smiling at the same time while playing.

After the song, the two laughed again and didn't say goodbye. It was too vulgar!

While laughing at Zheng Lang, he carried the piano and boarded the ox cart and returned to the inn.

The zither maker generally has good zither skills and can't even play it by himself. How to make a good zither is not industrialization in later generations. However, if you want to make progress, you have to find another expert.

The only person I was looking for this time was the real guqin master and the eminent monk Zhiri.

It is also a very famous inheritance in the Northern Song Dynasty. It originated from the piano master Zhu Wenji, and is recognized by the world as the best qin skill. Zhao Kuangyi killed his brother and nephew for no reason. He was afraid that the world would not accept it, so he created many names to correct himself. Including the transformation of the strings, he wanted to change the seven-string qin to the nine-string qin, and wanted to compete with King Wen of Zhou.

This change is very inexplicable. Originally, there were no sounds of the five strings that could not be played out, so later generations added the second strings to make up for the shortcomings, just the seven strings, and all the sounds were wonderful. And the width was just right, otherwise it would become the nine strings, and the hand was not big, and it could not reach at all. Or when you squeezed, the distance between the strings also had strict standards. If you squeezed together, what sound could there be? Zhu Wenji always disagreed when facing the pressure from Zhao Kuangyi.

The guqin was not ruined by Zhao Kuangyi.

The man died early, so he was told that his disciple Yizhong master. But Yizhong also died. Yizhong passed the piano skills to Zhiri and Yihai, who were more skilled than the former, but at this time he went to Fahua Mountain in Yuezhou to practice the piano. It was impossible to go to Yuezhou to observe the piano skills.

It can be seen that the sun is in a temple in the capital.

He was the one who visited.

The temple is not big, but after handing in the famous post, the little monk ran out and said, "Zheng family Xiaolang, my master said he would not see you."

He was turned away again!

Zheng Lang was not angry. He had to wait for Wei Zhongzheng's piano anyway, and there were still ten days left. So he sat at the entrance of the temple, placed the guqin on the stone, and started playing it. He first played "Autumn River Night Moon". It was definitely not available in the Song Dynasty. It was first written in the Ming Dynasty. According to Zhang Ji's famous poem "The Moon Falls and Crows Crying and Frost, there was a special fingering method called "Diamond Rounding". It was used to describe the sound of the bells. It was a very interesting technique.

Master, are you moved?

The song ended, and there was no movement. Next, it was the "Guqin Yin" adapted by the Ming people based on the story of Su Dongpo and a prostitute. The song was very resentful.

Then it was "Song of Spring" again, a harmonious atmosphere! The spring breeze is full of joy!

Then to Jiang Kui's "Ancient Resentment", there are passionate and heroic, as well as depression, sorrow and anger.

Then he turned to "Two Cranes Listening to the Spring", which was transcendent and outspoken.

The gate of the temple opened again, and a monk who was less than forty years old walked out and said, "Amitabha, little donor, you are too irritable."

But then I said something that made Jiang Xing'er and Si'er confused: "These good songs will be buried by Xiaoshi, and they will be evil and evil!"

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Chapter completed!