Modern Valkyrie

The old man had never heard of the seven realms mentioned by Qin Xuan, and his eyes couldn't help being a little dazed for a moment, but fortunately, the old man's heart was indifferent, not stagnant, and he regained his senses in a moment.

"I didn't expect that there are so many realms in the rhythm. The person who wants to write this book must be a master of the generation!"

The old man's expression was no longer demure as before, and he seemed to have unspeakable emotion.

"Old man, don't you know the origin of this book?"

Hearing the old man's exclamation, Qin Xuan showed doubts on his brows. Since this book was handed down from the old man's family, it stands to reason that there should be some information about this book, but Qin Xuan read it from the old man's words. , but it was heard that the old man didn't know what was going on.

"Hehe, this book is indeed handed down, and I have always regarded it as a treasure. Since it is written in ancient fonts, I have never known what it is, but I didn't expect it to be just a flute book!"

Although the old man is indifferent by nature, but at this moment, he finds that the thing that has been treasured at home is just a flute score, and he can't help feeling a little lonely and sad in his heart.

"Hehe, old man, you can't say that. This ancient book must have a long history, and there are two Xiao scores in it. Although I don't know much about temperament, I can also feel it deeply. Fanfan, if this falls into the hands of the Temperament Master, he will definitely find its value."

Looking at the lonely look on the old man's brow, Qin Xuan smiled and comforted him, as he said, in Qin Xuan's eyes, this flute score is really extraordinary, just the seven rhythms described in the book Realm, let Qin Xuan imagine how talented and unparalleled the person who wrote this book is!

"Hehe, what you said is true. Since it can be passed down, it must have its value, but we haven't discovered it yet!"

The old man is free and easy, and he doesn't hold back on anything in his heart. He just sighed that this ancient book was actually a flute score. Now, under Qin Xuan's persuasion, the old man has returned to his original indifferent and peaceful state of mind, and the expression on his face has returned. A faint smile.

"Yes, although it is a flute score, it must be extremely extraordinary. You should collect it carefully, old man. If you meet a real master of temperament in the future, you may know the value of it!"

Qin Xuan followed the old man's tone, said with a smile, and then handed the Xiaopu to the old man's hand.

"Hehe, young man, do the seven realms you mentioned just now really exist? Are there any more detailed descriptions later?"

The old man took the Xiao Pu, just held it in his hand, and then looked at Qin Xuan. Compared with this possibly very precious Xiao Pu, the old man was more interested in the seven realms depicted in it.

"Old man, it is said in the book that this is just a guess and has not been proven, and no matter what kind of instrument the music is played, it can reach these seven realms, so the person who wrote this Xiaopu Xiao, but he also knows friends with other temperaments, but he has never seen one of these seven states when playing an instrument, which is also a great pity for the person who wrote this book!"

Qin Xuan calmly told the old man some notes in Xiao Pu.

"Hey, it seems that I have no chance to meet each other in my life. I just don't know whether the seven realms are true or not. If they are true, I will have no regrets if I can hear one of them!"

The old man said with a little sigh in his tone, at the age of the old man, what he seeks is no longer material enjoyment, but a kind of spiritual cultivation, so after he knows the rhythm of the world, there are still these seven realms Afterwards, my heart was also very yearning.

"Hehe, old man, these seven realms are just a guess and have never been confirmed, so you don't need to be so emotional!"

Qin Xuan picked up the original ancient books again, and while flipping through them casually, he also said to the old man with a smile.

"Hehe, what you said is true, young man, everything in this world can't go your way, everything just depends on fate!"

The old man rewrapped the ancient book with silk and put it in his arms. Qin Xuan deciphered the ancient book for him today, and it was his big wish fulfilled.

In the past, although the old man had always treasured this ancient book, he still didn't know what it was, and he felt a little anxious. My chest is now smoother and more comfortable.

Looking at Qin Xuan, the old man nodded secretly, stroked his beard, and his eyes were full of smiles.

Qin Xuan sat on the stool, casually flipped through the books in his hand, and after finishing reading, he put them back on the check cloth, and then moved his eyes to those musical instruments.

Some flutes, bamboo boards, xiao and other small musical instruments lay quietly on the gingham. Although the surface is a little dark and lustrous, it is spotless. It seems that the old man often wipes them.

Qin Xuan bent down and took some musical instruments in his hands, looked at them casually, and then put them down again.

Regarding Qin Xuan's actions, the old man saw Qin Xuan's actions and didn't say anything. Regarding these cheap musical instruments, he admired Qin Xuan more, and felt that as long as Qin Xuan liked it, the old man didn't pay much attention to other things.

At this moment, what Qin Xuan held in his hand was a dark gray stone flute, slightly thick, with patterns carved on it, rough ore, simple, showing a faint ancient charm, giving people a heavy and deep feeling like the earth.

When Qin Xuan first saw it, he liked it a little. This is exactly the style he likes, thick, simple and unassuming.

Qin Xuan put the flute near his mouth, and blew it slightly, a trace of elegant and ethereal flute sound came out from it, the sound quality was excellent, Qin Xuan was slightly happy, and then began to blow seriously.

Suddenly, a fresh and elegant xiao sound rang out in this ancient street, many people who were walking stopped instantly, and those old people who were chatting also stopped talking, listening to the xiao sound like the sound of nature without moving. .

Qin Xuan didn't know what he was playing. At this time, he also felt it after reading the flute book, but closed his eyes, and played the stone flute according to his feeling.

The sound of the flute is melodious and ethereal, fresh and free, with a faint sound of fairy spirits, resounding through the ancient streets. Many people who listened to it unconsciously closed their eyes and followed the sound of the flute. The shadow, the picture scroll of desolation in the world, is reflected in everyone's mind.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help being crazy!

The sound of the flute is melodious, ethereal and clear, just like a gurgling stream and white clouds, free and unrestrained, freeing the soul.

The sound of the flute is melodious, twists and turns, like a quiet voice in an empty valley, surrounded by mist and separated by tulle, which is fascinating.

The sound of a flute slowly fades away, but what is left behind is the cleansing of the soul and the coolness of the whole body.

Qin Xuan and the old man were also surrounded by some old people and passers-by at this time, they were attracted by Qin Xuan's Xiao Yin, when Qin Xuan's Xiao Yin fell, thunderous applause sounded, their faces were full of excitement. se, I am glad that I can hear such a fairy song today.

When the crowd finally dispersed, Qin Xuan was slightly relieved. The crowd was so enthusiastic just now that Qin Xuan couldn't greet him.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to be so good at playing the flute so well. Today I really saw how extraordinary young people are!"

The old man looked at Qin Xuan and said with emotion, just now when he heard Qin Xuan playing the flute, he gradually sank into it, as if he had entered a new world, and only he knew the feeling.

Under the baptism of Qin Xuan's Xiaoyin, the old man felt more relaxed and comfortable all over his body at this moment. He hadn't felt this kind of feeling for a long time.

The old man's body, he knew that although he had never suffered from any disease, the failure of body organs made the old man sometimes feel strenuous to walk, but at this time, the old man felt unusually relaxed, every cell seemed to be Cheering and jumping, as if ushered in a new life.

"Hehe, old man, it's my first time blowing too, so you'll laugh at me!"

Qin Xuan smiled.

"Young man, it's good to be humble, but you can't be too humble. Sometimes people have to show another side of themselves, so that we can live a better life!"

Hearing Qin Xuan's words, the old man waved his hands and began to preach to Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan had no choice but to smile wryly, this was indeed his first time playing the xiao, and he did not deceive the old man, but Qin Xuan did not say anything, saying that these things are meaningless now.

Seeing Qin Xuan's wry smile, the old man chuckled, then reached out and took out the flute book in his arms, touched it lightly, then resolutely handed it to Qin Xuan, and said with a smile: "young man , I think you are very good at flute skills, and we can chat quite well today, it is useless to keep this flute book with me, so it is better to give it to you, it can be regarded as playing its value!"

Qin Xuan was taken aback, but he didn't take it, but shook his head and said: "Old man, this flute score is very precious, I can't take it, you should put it away!"

The old man didn't take back his hand, and said with a smile, "Young man, it's nothing. This is just a flute book. In the eyes of uneducated people, it's actually worthless. Just take it!"

"Hehe, old man, let me tell you the truth, in fact, after I read this xiaopu just now, all the contents in it have been recorded in my mind, so this xiaopu has no meaning for me. Besides, this is something passed down from your old man's family, how can I want it?"

Qin Xuan pushed back the book that the old man had handed over, and then said slowly.

"Young man, are you telling the truth?"

Hearing Qin Xuan's words, the old man half-believed and doubted.

"Old man, of course it's true, you won't blame me for stealing what's in it?"

Qin Xuan said with apologetic expression on his face.

"How could it be? I let you read this book. You only read it once and remembered it. That's your skill. If others can't learn it!"

The old man waved his hand and said with a chuckle at Qin Xuan. At this time, he had a different look at Qin Xuan, and he never thought that Qin Xuan had such a powerful ability.

The old man looked at Qin Xuan, and couldn't help feeling very emotional in his heart. The young man he met today is really outstanding!