Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 35
Looking at Lu Ling who was sitting cross-legged, Qin Qin's eyes were slightly disappointed.

Guqin has a saying of five not playing, which is the first lesson that everyone must learn when learning Guqin.

One, the wind and the rain do not play.Second, Yuchen City does not play.Three, don't play against vulgar people.Fourth, don't sit or play.Fifth, don't dress well.

That's why she was dressed so formally today.

When Fei came to the stage, the joints of Lu Ling's Taoist robes were in a mess, and she didn't remind her.

As expected, Lu Ling didn't notice.

A qualified luthier will carefully check his posture before each performance, not for vanity, but for respect for Guqin.

Especially for Feng Mingqin, Qin Qin would bathe and burn incense for several hours before playing. Shen Gui told her many times about this, but Qin Qin still insisted.

It's not the hypocrisy that the senior sister said, it's her belief.

"Om..."

Following Lu Ling's movements, a faint sound of the piano spread from the center to the surroundings.

Hearing the sound, Qin Qin twitched the corners of her mouth, resisting the urge to kick Lu Ling off the stage.

With just this sound, Qin Qin can already confirm that Lu Ling can't play guqin at all.

When playing Guqin, if you only use your fingernails to play the strings, the sound will be too dry, and if you only use the flesh, the sound will be too dull. It is most suitable to use the part of the fingertips that is half nail and half flesh, so that the sound played can be neutral, peaceful and full of vitality. charm.

And what about Lu Ling?This sound was entirely picked with fingernails.

Qin Qin couldn't listen to it at all. She felt that her fengmingqin had been desecrated. Originally, she saw Lu Ling's good rhythm and thought she was a qin talent. After all, masters are teachers. Although geniuses who have reached their peak in a certain field are rare, they are not without exception.

Obviously, Qin Qin chose the wrong person. Lu Ling should just be a child with a strong sense of rhythm. She may be a good candidate for learning rhythm, but Qin Qin is still hundreds of years away from being able to teach her.

If Lu Ling knew what she was thinking, she would definitely complain for herself.

She didn't say that she is a piano master, but she just likes music and listens to a lot of songs. She may have learned musical instruments in her previous life, but Lu Ling couldn't remember.

I only know that I probably don't understand staff notation, maybe I know a little bit about numbered notation.

As for why nails are used...it may have something to do with Guzheng. After all, Guzheng is played with nails, and they are fake nails.
Lu Ling didn't know either, when she put her hand on the string, her fingers instinctively twitched.

Afterwards, the depressive and sharp sense of rebound passed along the fingertips.

Fengmingqin feels very good in the hand.

Seeing the fiery red strings vibrate rapidly in the air, Lu Ling groaned in a low voice.

This root should be the sound of [Gong], which is [1] from the previous life.

What about the next one?

Lu Ling tried it, and found out that it was [Shang], which corresponds to [2].

After discovering the pattern, Lu Ling played the seven strings on the surface one by one.

"..."

Lu Ling had fun on it, but people were already dumbfounded when they heard it.

Listening to the sound of the piano filling the air, the nuns had complicated expressions, as if they wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Liu Fufeng couldn't bear to look at Lu Ling, but at the same time, he was also dissatisfied. Qin Qin was a little too deceitful. She made it so clear that the latter wanted to drag Lu Ling up.

Still in full view, this is not what bullying is.

"Cut." Shen Gui shook his head, lost interest, and turned back to the main hall.

Just a farce.

On the stage, Qin Qin clenched her fists so hard that her nails got into her flesh without realizing it.

This is simply insulting Fengmingqin, insulting Fengmingqin's past owners, and insulting Fengmingqin's original owner, the venerable who promised the rhythm.

Just as she was about to go up and take Lu Ling off the Baiyu Terrace, Lu Ling moved.

She muttered in her mouth, her eyes moved with her fingers.

"11—" two crisp sounds, followed by a buzzing echo.

Lu Ling plucked the [Gong] string twice, then switched to the [Zheng] string, and took advantage of the trend to move up a scale.

"55--"

"66—5—"

Qin Qin had never heard such a piano sound before, and the steps she had just taken stopped again.

Then, Lu Ling's fingers moved down each scale twice from the height to the height.

"4433221--"

Then Lu Ling seemed to have found the rhythm, and played along the memory in her mind.

This kind of tune is like going down the stairs, with clear scales. Although it is simple, it has its own characteristics.

"Oh, surprisingly, it's okay."

The female cultivators, who were disappointed at first, no longer had any hope for Lu Ling's piano skills, but the latter's performance made their eyes shine.

Each section of this piece of music has only seven notes, and they memorized its melody very easily, and some female cultivators could even hum it after only listening to it once.

"It's kind of like a nursery rhyme, not bad." A female nun gave a pertinent evaluation.

Although this piece of music is naive, it can't compare with Qin Qin's continuous sound like stream wind and cool rain, but it also has its own taste.

Simple and easy to remember melody is the advantage of this piece.

Liu Fufeng looked at Lu Ling who was seriously playing the piano on the stage, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Shen Gui also stopped, ready to observe again.

And where did Qin Qin hear this kind of music? The piano music she has been learning all along is the kind of continuous rhythm that emphasizes rhythm and light melody.

【This is not a piano song at all】

Qin Qin said in her heart.

She did not admit that such a simple and crude melody could be called Guqin music, but even though Qin Qin thought so, she didn't stop Lu Ling anymore.

【It's just a nursery rhyme】, Qin Qin shook her head.

If Lu Ling knew what she was thinking, she would probably jump up and throw famous songs such as "High Mountain and Flowing Water", "Hu Jia Eighteen Beats", and "Yangchun Baixue" directly in her face.

But Lu Ling didn't. In fact, she didn't listen to many qin music at all... She couldn't even remember the melody of the mountains and rivers...

This is the characteristic of qin music, which emphasizes rhythm and charm while light melody. Guqin plays a kind of artistic conception, and a salty fish like Lu Ling can't listen to music that is too profound. To Lu Ling's ears, it sounded like a chaotic song with no rhythm or melody.

In fact, Qin Qin's performance is correct, even very deep. The music she composes already has a faint meaning of great sound and invisible sound. In Lu Ling's previous life, Qin Qin can definitely be famous forever. great artist.

But Lu Ling doesn't have this level of appreciation... even these female cultivators can't tell at all, the only one who can faintly understand some artistic conception may be Shen Gui.

In a sense, Qin Qin was a little aggrieved.

She felt that she had regressed because the reactions of the female cultivators were gradually fading, but the fact was the opposite.

The delicacy and elegance of her songs are out of the appreciation range of these young nuns, that's why she feels restless.

Why is it that I am regressing even though I have worked hard?
So Qin Qin fell into a dead end.

It can only be said that the audience is different. If it is the seniors of Lingshan, maybe they can hear what Qin Qin wants to express.

The sound of the piano is easy to understand, but the heart of the piano is rare.

Therefore, sometimes being refined is not a good thing. Of course, for Qin Qin, who is constantly pursuing the peak of melody, being refined is definitely the right thing to do.

And Lu Ling is a big layman.

She can only listen to pop songs... No, she doesn't even listen to pop songs, she only listens to some niche music.

Because the emotions that niche music wants to express are often easy to hear. They are not as charming and bold as famous songs through the ages, but they have the beauty of Xiaojiabiyu.

Stop playing.

Lu Ling was thinking.

The nursery rhyme just now was just played by Lu Ling casually, in order to adapt to the timbre of Fengmingqin. Now she has almost memorized the position of the seven strings, and she can start to play for real.

Looking at the thousands of female cultivators in the audience, Lu Ling suddenly felt a little strange.

There is no reason, some emptiness.

So be it.

Lu Ling thought of a piece of music.

"Lonely Sail".

Feeling slightly blessed, Lu Ling touched the surface of the piano with both hands.

　In the third watch, I have too much to say about Qin, so I’m a bit long-winded, but please forgive me if there are too many words in this chapter, and thank you for the 10000 reward of the world’s worst goofy son, and the 500 reward for An Yuwang Rewards, 100 rewards from Ling Yiqi, Wei Lonely, Taibai qwq, I am really grateful, to be honest, that 1w really scared me... I can't repay it.

　　
　
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