Gou is passive in high martial arts

Chapter 60 The stars are unknown, but there is a god named Yanwei

Chen Kuang and Shen Meinan shared the peanuts and ate them.

Bullying Chen Kuang for "not being able to see", Shen Meinan, who said that he would split evenly, secretly gave himself two more.

While eating, the girl read the music score in the jade box to Chen Kuang five times.

This piece of music score is obscure, mostly using ancient methods, many symbols are completely different from those popular today, and there are also a lot of special symbols created by Xi Mengquan himself.

But Shen Meinan can roughly recognize the chart.

"I am a lady who is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

The girl put her hips on her hips and said so, looking very proud.

Like a fat and clever cockatiel, the kind with its own blush.

Of course, there are also many contents that she can't understand even after racking her brains, otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to read this legacy of Le Sheng?Everyone can play?
At this time, Chen Kuang asked her to roughly describe the appearance of those symbols, where they were located, and so on.

But in fact, he knew what was written on it at a glance.

It was only then that Chen Kuang realized that the sheet music given to him by the unknown musician and the three years of teaching him were indeed true inheritance.

Those things are unique, a large number of special techniques that can only be understood after teaching.

Others can't even read it.

Let alone play.

The music theory mastered by Chen Kuang was completely different from that of ordinary people from the very beginning.

It is no wonder that he only studied for three years, which is better than the 30 years of those court musicians.

However, for such an outstanding skill, in the palace, without the blessing of sophistication, they only had to do errands and do chores, wasting ten years of life.

However, if he hadn't entered the palace, Chen Kuang might have starved to death ten years ago...

Even if he didn't starve to death, given the difficult situation of his family at that time, he would probably only be the lowest tenant in the future.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and it is difficult to say which is better or worse.

Chen Kuang roughly sorted out the two scores, with a strange expression on his face.

Vaguely, he actually felt that he might be able to complete the missing half score from the direction of the music itself and his past understanding of the habits of the unknown musician.

This is naturally not an illusion, because the prototype of a complete song has already appeared in his mind at this moment.

Shen Meinan sat next to him, watching him skillfully play the piano, plucking the strings calmly, holding his chin and watching intently.

The lighting in the guest room of the building boat is very good. The afternoon sunlight outside is reflected by the lake water, turning into a shimmering wave, projected in from the window lattice, and swaying behind Chen Kuang.

The young man was dressed in white clothes to cleanse the dust, the end of the blindfold and black hair were hanging down the back, his hands were well-articulated, and he was agile and steady when playing the piano.

Between the flickering of light and shadow, fluttering like a butterfly.

"Both of these pieces are excellent, but it's a pity they don't have names."

Chen Kuang spoke suddenly.

"Ah? Oh oh!"

Shen Meinan came back to her senses, only to realize that the peanuts she held in her hand had been placed near her mouth for a long time and she forgot to eat them.

She hurriedly tried to throw it into her mouth, but she threw it crookedly.

The peanut slapped off her cheek, fell to the floor, and rolled under the table.

Shen Meinan opened his mouth, and took a peek at Chen Kuang, seeing that his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't notice anything.

The girl gritted her teeth and got under the table directly.

While searching, he responded to Chen Kuang with a very serious voice: "Then, you can give them a name, anyway, anyway, now the score is in your hands."

Chen Kuang: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, hesitant to speak.

Forget it, I'm blind.

He thought for a while, and said with evil humor:

"Why don't you call one song 'All Stars' and the other 'Anonymous'."

Shen Meinan lifted the tablecloth and came out, confused:

"Anonymous and Wuming are similar, why not just call them Wuming? Qunxing seems like a normal name, but in the two songs just now, none of the artistic conception is related to Qunxing..."

Naturally, Chen Kuang would not say that these are the two most common words among the players in his previous life, and they are used to summarize the representative words of singers and unknown composers.

The song composed by the unknown musician, with this name, complements each other.

He just smiled and said, "Isn't it fun to be out of touch?"

"If you always follow the rules and take some high mountains and flowing water, the spring is white and the snow is elegant, it will be too boring."

"Miss Meinan thinks something is wrong, then I can think about it again."

Shen Meinan was taken aback, and said quickly:
"No, no, I think it's pretty good, but I didn't expect... I thought you were a very serious person."

Chen Kuang raised his eyebrows: "I still have a lot of dishonesty, and I can gradually understand it in the future."

Shen Meinan nodded like a pounding garlic, and said seriously: "It's good to be indecorous, I like indecorous ones, and they are suitable for becoming...er, friends."

Chen Kuang pretended to be a little deaf-blind, didn't hear her slip of the tongue, smiled and said:
"I already know the scores of these two pieces of music, so I will play them for you."

Shen Meinan hurriedly sat upright, put her hands on her knees obediently, as a gesture of serious appreciation.

In fact, she is not interested in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting at all. These things were Shen Xingzhu's hobbies in the past, and she has abandoned them in her high and firm practice.

As high as the sun and the moon, there is nothing to worry about.

But the family members put these things on her as a matter of course, and it is logical that she should like it.

Every time they watch her play with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, they are always looking at another person.

It's like... she's a substitute.

However, in reality, not only could she not be a substitute, she was also a defective product.

Shen Meinan's eyes fell on Chen Kuang's face, and he was secretly delighted.

She originally thought that she was the only one in the world who knew the secret.

Now, there are two people.

"Zheng-"

Chen Kuang played the piano, the sound of the piano poured down like mercury, Shen Meinan's eyes widened, and his attention shifted from Chen Kuang to his piano sound.

Although the first song is called "The Stars", it actually plays the general who draws the bow at night, sues the snow and hides the feathers, and sends out murderous intentions.

The sound of the piano is emitted from the dark, destroying people's viscera and viscera.

The second song "Anonymous" is played by the bright moon hanging high and the gods shining in the dark.

In fact, it is somewhat similar to the first phase of expanding the senses, which focuses on cultivating spiritual consciousness.

Although before the moon-holding state, the spiritual consciousness was actually just a little dark, but after being tempered by Huo Hengxuan's killing intent, Chen Kuang has already noticed the importance of the spiritual consciousness.

If one's consciousness is unstable at a low level, one will not even have a chance to resist when encountering a level above the moon-holding level.

A single thought can determine life and death.

After Chen Kuang played half of the song, he closed his eyes and continued from the blurred outline in his mind.

Shen Meinan was ready to applaud at first, but just as she raised her hand, she heard the sound of the piano pause and then continue to flow.

So natural, so smooth!
Naturally!

She was startled, then took a deep breath, quietly put down her hands, and straightened her back, only feeling goose bumps on her back.

The remnant score of the holy music has never been heard for thousands of years.

Today... we have to continue.

There was no warning, and there was no solemnity of bathing and burning incense. It was so simple and casual, and it continued.

If those old monsters in Tianyin Pavilion who have been studying for hundreds of years and can't figure it out find out, even if it is tied, they will tie up the young man in front of him and confess it as a treasure...

The girl thought absurdly.

Could it be that she picked up a peerless genius?
Chen Kuang's consciousness fluctuated straight up following the sound of the piano, and his body subconsciously moved the first phase, and once again entered a short-term diffusion state of perception.

Upstairs on the ship, there was a lot of noise.

On the top floor, Lin Eryou watched a strange burly young man leave, squinted his eyes and shook the feather fan with an inexplicable smile.

On the middle floor, the cultivators of the Wind and Rain Building finished their banquet and were ready to go, with a murderous aura permeating the air.

And in the corridor not far away, the young man with thick eyebrows had already taken off his outer shirt, wearing a purple robe underneath, followed by an old-fashioned attendant.

The young man with thick eyebrows is naturally Zhou Yanwei.

Because of the close distance, the conversation between the two faintly came to Chen Kuang's ears.

"Second Hall...Young Master, I can try my best, but I can't settle the Wusheng Pavilion. You can only take care of the master."

"I just said to help a friend casually. If you don't know who he is, don't tell me."

"It's good that you know it in your heart, alas, next time you must not be so willful."

"I know, I know, you know my temper."

Zhou Yanwei smiled and said, "Next time."

Chen Kuang was taken aback.

In the picture, the purple robe on Zhou Yanwei reminded him of a legend.

There is a god, dressed in purple clothes, crowned with a crown, named Yanwei, and the owner gets it and eats it, and he is the best of the world.

"Zhou... Ji Ye."

"Take the name of the country, and the name of the god of the overlord."

Chen Kuang suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhou Yanwei...is the prince of Zhou!

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