Modern Valkyrie

This ancient street is quiet and quiet. Pedestrians also subconsciously slow down when passing by. Old people with street stalls on both sides of the ancient street, or gather together in twos and threes. Although they are talking, their voices are not very loud, so everything here It seems quite unusual.

Although Qin Xuan already had some guesses in his heart, he was not in a hurry, he just walked along the ancient street, scanning his eyes casually, to appreciate the style!

Walking to an old man's stall, Qin Xuan saw some ancient books and paintings and other old items, which complemented this ancient street!

Qin Xuan didn't stop, because these things were useless to him, and continued to walk along the ancient street, but the things on the stalls he saw were all old items, and Qin Xuan couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Perhaps these old people are idle and have nothing to do, so they sell some old things at home, so that they can not only earn a little money, but also have fun. After all, the old people will feel extremely boring when they stay at home. The quiet and elegant taste here!

Qin Xuan nodded slightly, looking at everything in front of him, he only had this guess, and judging from the happy expressions of the old people, Qin Xuan knew that his guess might be right.

Strolling in this quiet ancient street, there is no worldly glitz, no secular entanglement, no helplessness in the world of mortals, what is left is the tranquility and freedom of the soul, and a peaceful life!

Qin Xuan suddenly felt that the old people here might be happy. Although they set up street stalls and the things they sold were not worth a few dollars, what they reaped was a day of joy and spiritual satisfaction!

With an indifferent smile on Qin Xuan's face, he strolled in the ancient street, his eyes scattered casually, looking at everything, his heart also fell into peace and tranquility!

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's footsteps stopped, and he stopped in front of an old man's stall.

The old man has white beard and hair, but has a ruddy complexion. He is dressed in ordinary clothes, but he is full of smiles, and his eyes are cloudy, but flashes of light from time to time. On the old man, there is a faint aura of dust, like a master of the world.

In front of the old man, a square grid was placed on the ground, and some ancient books and musical instruments were placed on it, but judging from its color, it looked a little mottled and old, as if it had been in history for a while.

"Boy, what do you want to buy?"

Seeing Qin Xuan stomping his feet, the old man slowly raised his head, looked at Qin Xuan, and asked softly with a faint smile.

Qin Xuan nodded slightly, paused in front of the stall, lowered his voice, and asked, "Old man, what are you selling here?"

Perhaps seeing someone talking to him suddenly, the old man also had a look of joy on his face. He stroked his beard lightly, and the old man said with a smile: "These are all things at home. They were left a long time ago. They are left there. No one cares about it all the time, and I have nothing to do, so I will sell it for fun."

Seeing Qin Xuan looking at things in front of his booth, the old man took out a stool from behind him, put it in front of Qin Xuan, and said with a smile: "Young man, I think you are idle, why don't you just sit down and take your time?" look!"

Hearing the old man's words, Qin Xuan put down the things in his hands, took the stool, thanked him, and sat next to the old man.

"Young man, is there anything you like?"

Seeing Qin Xuan watching for a while, the old man couldn't help but asked with a smile. In fact, he just wanted to talk to Qin Xuan. He sat here for a long time, being idle and bored. A little lifeless.

Seeing Qin Xuan in front of him now, the old man wanted to talk to Qin Xuan, even though Qin Xuan was just a stranger in his life.

"Hehe, old man, I think your book seems to have been around for a while, but it's all about the Four Books and Five Classics. Don't you have anything else?"

Qin Xuan has already read some books, but he only put them down after a glance. He has read all these things in the library, and the knowledge in them is still deeply imprinted in his heart, so now he glanced at them and then read them all. just let it go.

"Hehe, these things of mine are all passed down, but up to now, no one reads these books. I have kept them here these days, but I haven't sold any of them!"

The old man smiled faintly, and then continued: "You are looking at those books, they are all about music art, it seems that one of them also recorded some songs, but I can't understand it, ha ha! "

Qin Xuan followed the direction of the old man's finger and took the books as he said.

Opening a book casually, it was written in ancient style. Qin Xuan couldn't help but glanced at the old man. He didn't expect the old man to know ancient style. It seems that the other party is a very learned person!

As if aware of what Qin Xuan was thinking, the old man shook his head and said with a light smile: "Young man, I don't know any ancient style, but my granddaughter found it for me on the computer, and I only know the title of the book! "

Qin Xuan nodded slightly, turned his attention to the book again, and read it seriously, but found that they were all poems and ballads, and only a little knowledge about rhythm was involved.

"Boy, do you know those fonts?"

Seeing Qin Xuan holding the book that he didn't know and reading it extremely seriously, the old man couldn't help asking, with an imperceptible gleam in his eyes.

"Hehe, I have studied these ancient fonts before, so I know a thing or two."

Qin Xuan closed the book in his hand, and said with a slight smile.

"Hehe, young man, you are really amazing. People like you are rare now. Many people have read my books, and some even have profound knowledge, but they don't know these fonts. !"

Hearing Qin Xuan's words, the old man's face showed a look of relief, full of admiration.

"Hehe, I'm just interested in these ancient fonts, so I learned some more, as for the others, I may not be able to!"

Qin Xuan glanced at the old man, saw that his face was full of relief, and said modestly.

"Hehe, young man, at your age, it's good to be humble. Learn more, and it may be of great help to you in the future."

The old man looked at Qin Xuan and nodded. He seemed to have a good impression of Qin Xuan's modesty and studious, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Hehe, what you said, old man, is that the junior has been educated!"

Qin Xuan clasped his hands and said with a smile, although he and the old man did not know each other and only chatted for a while, Qin Xuan felt a kind of understanding of life and the essence of life from him.

This kind of understanding is unconsciously revealed by the old man, and it is difficult to find it if one does not observe carefully.

"Hehe, we're just chatting, there's no need for this!"

The old man waved his hand lightly and said with a smile on his face.

"Young man, are you interested in temperament?"

Seeing that Qin Xuan had been flipping through those books, the old man couldn't help asking, the old man didn't know much about the rhythm, so seeing Qin Xuan like this now, he also became a little interested.

"Hehe, old man, I have a friend who is learning guqin, so I want to know more about it, so that we can have a common topic when chatting!"

Qin Xuan didn't know what the old man was thinking, but he didn't hide it, and spoke out his thoughts.

"Hehe, that's it, that's true. If there is no common topic, staying together will be boring. If you learn more, you will know more!"

Hearing Qin Xuan's words, the old man stroked his beard and said with a faint smile.

"By the way, young man, since you know the ancient style, I have a book here, can you translate it for me!"

As he said that, the old man took out a book wrapped in silk from his arms, opened it slowly, and a thin pale yellow ancient book appeared in front of Qin Xuan's eyes.

Qin Xuan took the ancient book handed over by the old man. It was very thin, only ten pages, and the writing was a bit old, but it didn't have any fonts.

Qin Xuan opened it, and what greeted his eyes were some sparse fonts, but after Qin Xuan saw the first line of characters, he knew that this ancient book was an introduction to the knowledge of rhythm.

"Old man, this book also introduces rhythm, do you want me to continue reading?"

Qin Xuan had already closed the ancient book at this time. Seeing that the old man valued this ancient book so much, he didn't want to just flip through it without the old man's consent, although he was also a little curious about the knowledge inside.

"Hehe, just read it, just tell me what's in it after you finish reading it!"

Seemingly aware of Qin Xuan's concerns, the old man smiled and waved his hands, but it could be seen from his eyes that he was very satisfied with Qin Xuan's actions.

After getting the old man's promise, Qin Xuan no longer held back, directly opened the ancient book, and read it seriously.

This ancient book is very thin, and there is not much content in it, so it only took 5 minutes for Qin Xuan to read it all.

Slowly closing the ancient book, Qin Xuan exhaled lightly, then looked at the old man, and said with a smile: "Old man, this book records some knowledge about musical instruments like Xiao, and there are two Xiao songs in it. , so this book can also be said to be a very ancient music score."

"Xiao, I know you, so please tell me about the content above!"

Hearing Qin Xuan's words, the old man's face was very calm, and then he said with a light smile.

"Old man, this Xiaopu firstly talks about the seven realms of blowing flute, of course, these realms are also imagined by the person who wrote this Xiaopu, because he has never heard of it.

The seven realms are: a hundred birds facing the phoenix, the sound of flying bursts, falling flowers and flowing water, the sound of flutes and geese, the blue sea rising, echoes in the empty valley, and the mourning of old apes...

It is said that when the sound of the flute reaches its peak, it can attract a hundred birds to the phoenix. In the sound of the flute, there will be the sound of a waterfall. When you close your eyes, you can see the flowers blooming in front of you. Sometimes, you can faintly hear the geese. Ming bursts...

At the extreme point, the front is like a blue sea across the sky, the waves are flying, sometimes it is silent, and it is like being in a deep valley, with echoes, and at the sad point, it is the old ape crying, the cuckoo crying blood..."

Qin Xuan smiled and introduced the realms introduced in the book one by one, and the old man was a little lost.