The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 80 A song "Time", the gods are shocked 【Please subscribe! 】

Is this so... Lin Qin kept smiling, stepped aside, and watched Ji Pingan leave.

When people walked away, the tall and thin Zhao Xinghuo habitually said:

"Why, it doesn't work. Ji Pingan follows Xu Jianhou every day, and he is very resistant to beauty."

Lin Qin's smile didn't change, as if she wasn't provoked, but her eyes became sharper, and a needle of ice formed from her fingertips.

Wang Xian frowned and interrupted the two of them: "Today is the last day of Mo Lin's martial arts performance, do you want to watch it?"

Hearing this topic, everyone fell silent, Zhao Xinghuo sneered and said, "Why are you so proud to see the other party?"

Shi Hao got up and said: "Anyway, I'm going. I don't care about the outcome, but about the opponent."

The time of the geniuses in each academy is precious. They have been immersed in special training for the past few days, but have not had the opportunity to watch the "Martial Arts Performance". Today, they finally have free time and made an appointment to go with them.

Ji Ping'an and Mu Yaoyao had been there earlier, so they were not invited.

Now that Shi Hao had spoken, several people discussed and decided to leave.

……

On the other side, inside Qinglian Xiaozhu.

Ji Pingan walked into the house and took out a brand new gown, raised his hand and poured out a "human skin mask" from the kit, covering his face.

In the bronze mirror, the face has changed, and the bones of the body have also been slightly adjusted.Master Zhou really likes to play games in the world, but he always wears a vest to avoid trouble.

Not long after, he took out the astrolabe after disguising, picked up the bamboo flute at hand, took off the bamboo hat on the wall, and put it on his head.

Immediately, he opened the secret passage and stepped in. In the blink of an eye, he appeared outside the Qintian Prison. After identifying the direction, he rushed towards Baidi.

……

Today's sky is not very clear, there are many scattered clouds hovering over Shendu City.

When Ji Pingan walked across the big stone bridge, crossed the Hun River, crossed Chang'an Avenue, and arrived at Baidi, he found that there were many fewer people watching here than on the day.

The continuous defeat made most of the people lose hope, and as the number of people who dared to step into the ring decreased, the expectation of victory gradually became hopeless.

After all, cookie-cutter victories, especially those of the enemy, are not to be liked.

This allowed Ji Pingan to get out of the crowd very smoothly and to the edge of the ring.

This square platform is made of wooden frames, embedded with formations, which can amplify the music on the ring many times and spread it far away.

At this moment, only the bookish musician was meditating quietly in the arena, and the opposite of her was empty.

There are two long tables under the stage, and behind one sit several well-known music theorists in Shendu as "referees".

It's just that there are countless competitions these days, and Mo Lin's absolute crushing wins, so that these "referees" have become decorations, even if they want to take sides, they have nowhere to play.

Behind the other table was a young girl wearing a musician's tunic with Mo Lin's logo.

"How to compare?"

The young musician was dozing off boredly. When he heard the sound, he was surprised to find a young man wearing a bamboo hat standing in front of him.

She was a little surprised, not only because of the age of the other party, but also because the other party was the first person who dared to challenge today.

"You want to be better than Leyi?"

The young musician asked in confirmation, and had reasonable doubts due to the age of the other party.

Ji Pingan saw through her thoughts at a glance, and repeated patiently:

"How to compare?"

The young musician took a breath and showed a reserved smile:

"If it was a few days ago, it would be more troublesome when there are many people. You need to pay a deposit to isolate some random people who join in the fun. And before you can't prove your ability, you must first compete with us musicians..."

Ji Pingan frowned slightly, and then he heard the other party continue:
"However, there are fewer people now. You don't have to do that. Well, I don't know which musical instrument you are good at, and which repertoire do you want to compare? After you choose it, you can go directly to the ring to play, but if Senior Sister Zhong thinks she doesn't need to do it, you can Not likely to fight."

It's a euphemism, with the implication:
If you are bad, don't waste your time.

In fact, this is why, after the defeat of the court musicians that day, the number of challengers has decreased, so that no one dares to take the stage today.

But most of the musicians felt ashamed when they heard the piano music of that day.

Ji Pingan nodded, expressing his understanding, and said:
"Bamboo flute. The song "Time"."

The young musician froze for a moment, although he maintained a polite smile, he had lost interest.

Time is an extremely difficult repertoire, and it is difficult to express its charm with strings, let alone the simpler and rough bamboo flute.

No matter from any angle, Ji Ping'an's answer is like a stunned young man.

"Okay. You can choose a musical instrument here." She pointed to a variety of expensive musical instruments on one side.

Ji Pingan raised his hand and showed off his bamboo flute: "I brought it myself."

After speaking, he took a step and walked straight to the ring.

The young musician was stunned, looking at the bamboo flute with fresh bamboo green and not even varnish in dumbfounding, feeling more and more absurd.

At the same time, I remembered that I hadn't asked the other person's name yet.

But at this time, Ji Ping'an had already entered the ring.

Seeing this scene, the crowd around Baidi finally woke up, and they looked at the young man wearing a bamboo hat and a green shirt in surprise.

"Someone is on stage."

"There are still people who dare to challenge, the courage is commendable, but please forgive my blindness, it seems that there is no such one among the well-known musicians in Shendu?" A well-dressed literati was surprised.

Another old man raised his eyelids, lowered them again, and said, "I think it's the offspring of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers."

Because he was used to seeing him return home too many times, and because Ji Pingan really looked too young, the people around him didn't have any expectations, they just thought he was a stunned young man.

They all lowered their heads again, silently waiting.

……

On the stage.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Zhong Tongjun broke away from the meditative state and stayed in the ring for several days, but this genius of the musician's path was not tired.

The elegant long skirt, the bookish and beautiful face, the thick eyelashes like a brush, and the hint of pride hidden under the soft appearance... all of them clearly fell into Ji Ping'an's eyes.

"Please enlighten me." Zhong Tongjun was obviously stunned when he saw the simple bamboo flute in the hands of the young man across from him, and he spoke with a gentle smile.

I find it very interesting.

Looking at the other party's reaction, Ji Pingan also found it very interesting.

However, he had to go to three games in a row today, and he didn't intend to waste time chatting with this bookish girl, so he sat down casually and turned his head to look at Baidi.

The torrential river, the damp wind blowing towards his face, blowing his hair under the bamboo hat.

Ji Pingan picked up the bamboo flute and put it to his mouth, as if hundreds of years ago, the time when he was still called Li Yang appeared in front of his eyes.

……

hundreds of years ago.

West Lake, on a rainy day, with the patter of rain falling, there are men and women walking along the shore with umbrellas, and the picturesque boats in the lake are slowly moving.

"What are you doing?"

The door of the cabin was pushed open, and Wei Huayang, who was wrapped in a strong red dress and had short hair combed to the ears, came out, and saw a young man sitting cross-legged on the deck, peeling bamboo with a carving knife.

The young man has three-dimensional facial features and a tough outline. When he turned around, he showed a relaxed and happy smile:

"Make a flute."

Wei Huayang, the future headmaster of the Taoist sect and the current heroine, was stunned for a moment, and said curiously:
"You still play this?"

"No one in this world knows the flute better than me." Li Yang said something that no one in this world can understand. At this moment, he has not yet become a public enemy.

After blowing off the sawdust, he blew a few times to confirm the pitch, and said with satisfaction:
"When I was still in my hometown, the first musical instrument I came into contact with was the flute, because it was the cheapest, but the low-quality flute always had a bad tone, but when I could afford a more expensive musical instrument, I could never find the boy I once was. of myself."

Hua Yang sat down beside him, hugged his knees with his arms, and looked at him sideways:
"I don't understand... Play a song and listen to it."

"Okay, I just copied... No, I adapted a piece of music called "Time"."

Li Yang put the flute to his mouth, puffed out a long breath, and played it.

The flute sounded far away, Hua Yang closed his eyes, and the singer on the lake in the distance looked over.

……

on the ring.

A fragment of memory flashed across Ji Pingan's eyes, and the nostalgia in his eyes faded away.

The finger pressed on the bamboo flute was gently lifted, lowered, and pressed to the hole, and then a long flute sound suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

"Ugh-"

The sound of the flute was clear and long, hitting the soul directly. When the first note was played, it pierced the eardrums of every listener forcefully, dragging them into another world with indescribable magic power.

The two sides of the bank became quiet, and the wind stopped for it. The red peach trees on the banks of the white causeway swayed, and the wind blew across the lake, and the birds on the lake circled and joined each other.

Suddenly, the tune changed, from the initial slow and long to a very short time, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, a thousand years at a glance.

The indescribable loneliness and vicissitudes flowed from the bamboo flute in Ji Ping'an's hands, hitting every heart hard.

Even though his techniques are not perfect, his musical skills are not top-notch, and even the pitch of his instruments is not very good, and his techniques are even unfamiliar due to the lapse of too long...

But, it doesn't matter.

There are many people in the world who can play this "Time" very well, but as Xin Yaoguang said, there is only one master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which is unique in the world.

Unparalleled in the world.

A person who has lived four lives and experienced several cycles of life and death has a sense of time that can make up for any flaws.

Suddenly the wind howled, the waves beat the shore, the birds on both sides of the Baidi wailed, and the fish jumped out of the water. The rapid syllables sounded like the drums of war drums.

So much so that it is doubtful, can this be the sound of a bamboo flute?

When the first note flowed out, the smile on Mr. Zhong Tong's face froze on the stage, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the young man playing the bamboo flute against the river in disbelief.

The whole person, being hit by the incomparably powerful "phonology" that was close at hand, his eyes were in a trance, and he fell into the artistic conception created by the other party, unable to extricate himself.

offstage.

The young musician took out a pen and paper, and was about to wait for Ji Pingan to finish playing and record his name.

But when the flute sounded, the whole person felt as if struck by lightning, the brush in his hand fell silently, and his eyes were dull.

On the other side, several music theorists who acted as "referees" were sitting bored, and suddenly showed a shocked expression on their faces.

Staring at the back of the hat-wearing figure on the stage, he even stood up uncontrollably, his heart shaking.

I don't understand, how could such a desolate and distant artistic conception be played by an unknown young man?

And with the blessing of the arena, the sound of the flute was amplified, and it was transmitted to the distance, to the two sides, and to the sky.

The clouds covering the sky seemed to be scattered by the sound of music, revealing the blue sky.

And the people who were downcast and hopeless raised their heads in unison, and were dragged into the artistic conception, with countless memories surging in their minds.

"This is……"

The well-dressed literati looked up in astonishment, only to feel that what he saw in front of him was no longer the God City of today, the world was changing, and the seasons were changing.

The city wall collapsed, and gunpowder smoke filled the air. He saw the past of this city in the past.

beside.

The old man was in a trance, as if he had gone back in time.

Seeing a child running in the streets and alleys, and then gradually growing up, aging...

In the music, I played back my long life, and when I suddenly came back to my senses, I realized that my youth was no longer, and I was getting old.

He touched his face and found that he had burst into tears at some point.

……

"You listen."

On the street in the distance, a carriage was running, and the Tianbang star officials who came to watch their opponents took the same carriage and gradually approached Baidi.

Lin Qin suddenly raised a finger to his lips, reminding everyone to stop talking and listen.

Zhao Xinghuo habitually raised the bar: "What are you listening to? It's not here yet. It's just a competition."

Halfway through, he closed his mouth and said in a daze:
"This song... what's going on, I feel so uncomfortable listening to it."

Shi Hao was silent for a while, and spoke out the hearts of everyone: "It's like suddenly getting old."

Jian Zhuang murmured:
"This seems to be "Time", but it's different from anything I've heard before. It's not like the sound of a piano, but more like... the sound of a flute?"

With sharp eyes, Wang Xian urged the driver to speed up, and then said:

"From such a distance, it can affect our emotions... It's a bit powerful. It seems that Mr. Zhong Tong is stronger than we imagined."

Lin Qin frowned and said:
"But isn't the other party a young woman, and the style of music is also ethereal and brisk. The sound of the flute...is too vicissitudes."

The so-called "rhythm" requires practitioners to comprehend their own spirituality, permeate it with the help of music, and drag others into it to create a scene, which becomes the so-called "artistic conception".

This process occurs in the heart and is extremely difficult to fake.At Zhong Tongjun's age, he shouldn't have such a bleak mood.

In analogy, it's like poetry, young people don't know what it's like to be sad, and they force their sorrows to write new words.

Wang Xian frowned:

"As you said, is someone challenging? Does God have such powerful musicians?"

The people couldn't discuss the result, and they looked forward to it even more, and what surprised them even more was that as they approached the Baidi, the vicissitudes of life became more intense.

Around, more and more people also appeared, influenced by the sound of the flute, rushed towards the Baidi, mighty and magnificent.

I saw with my own eyes, a figure protruding from the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the road:

"what sound?"

"It's in the direction of the Baidi ring, who is playing? Has anyone challenged it again?"

"Why, I feel that today's "Time" sounds better than when the court musicians competed with the Molin monk three days ago?"

In the discussion, people poured out one after another.

A short girl dressed in a dark red sarong and dressed as a Jiang Hu came out in a daze. Looking at her elder brother and old servant beside her, she had a thought:
"The gods are really... Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?"

(End of this chapter)