Chaos Heavenly Spirit Root

Chapter 382 Phantom Sound
The first ones are all young disciples. This Yingong uses the scale of the rhythm to distinguish the disciples of all levels. The disciple at the highest level is the palace lady in white that Yueling has seen.

The Yuyi who was soul-searched by her yesterday was the lowest class disciple, named Yube.

The other three are Shangbu, Jiaobu and Huibu.

Among the disciples who came in were Gongbu, Shangbu, Jiaobu, Huibu, and Yubu.

The disciples of each department sat down on mats on the grass one by one according to their levels. Indispensably, a Guqin was placed in front of each disciple.

The guqins here are all five-stringed, implying the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Compared with the guqin here, the guqin of later generations has two more strings, which are civil and military strings.

When Yue Ling was in the Yue Family, she was raised as a noble daughter of a family, so Yue Ling had carefully studied the standard equipment of these clans.

Now seeing these things that I haven't touched for a long time, I am still a little excited inside.

Yue Ling looked at the people who were gradually filling up the seats, and asked, "Will anyone else come over later?"

Jun Qing sat on the side boredly, heard the words, glanced at the people below, and said: "There will be some people who came to participate in the Rhythm Ceremony in advance."

"Oh." Yue Ling nodded and waited a little bored.

However, it didn't take long for the two of them to wait, and all the people who should come came.

The master of palace clothes looked at the people who had arrived, and opened his lips and said, "Thank you friends from all over the world for your kindness. Today's Yiqin meeting with friends begins now."

After finishing speaking, Ling Ling's gurgling piano sound flowed out from her hand, which immediately attracted people's attention.

Yue Ling carefully observed her gestures, and her slender white hands moved quickly or slowly on the strings.

The song is a very common song for flowing cups. After the interpretation by the master of palace clothes, it has a more serene meaning and less lively meaning of the usual banquet music, which is quite in line with today's atmosphere.

Yue Ling nodded, looking very interested.

Seeing this, Jun Qing couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Every time we start with this, can't we come up with something new?"

Yue Ling heard the words, and whispered: "Mr. Jun, have you heard it before?"

"Come here, often."

Yueling heard the words, bowed his head and smiled.

That's right, judging from the way they got along just now, you can tell that these two people have seen each other often. Could it be that this person is the one who Junqing said to allocate a small courtyard for him?

Thinking about it, Yue Ling couldn't help but ask, "This Palace Dress Master, isn't he the one you said you gave me to Yun Xiaoyuan?"

Junqing shook his head and said, "No, it's not him. If you meet him, I'll take you to meet him again in the afternoon."

"Alright, I have to thank you." Yue Ling said seriously.

Jun Qing looked at it, opened his mouth, and suddenly changed the subject of what he wanted to say, and said, "Miss Yue, do you have any songs you are good at?"

Yue Ling looked at Gong Changzhu who was playing the piano, and thought about it seriously, "I don't have anything that I'm particularly good at. When I come across a piece I like, I play it twice more."

Hearing this, Jun Qing smiled and said, "Miss Yue, you are really a sweetheart."

Yueling heard the words, pulled the corners of her lips, and listened intently to this song that she had listened to countless times.

After the song is over, today's Yiqin meeting with friends officially begins.

Someone found a friend they knew well, and competed together in twos and threes.

There were also people who clung to the owner of the palace clothes to listen to her explain some rhythmic knowledge.

Jun Qing watched and said to Yue Ling, "Shall we go down too?"

Yue Ling looked at the messy scene below, and shook her head in displeasure, "I still don't want to go, it's good to just watch here."

Jun Qing stared at her intently, and said, "Alright, let's just watch here, anyway, what these people say is meaningless."

"My lord, don't worry about me, I'm fine here, just go if you have something to do." Yue Ling said sincerely.

"I'm fine. I'm here with you today. It's good to be here. Anyway, I hear her truth every day, and I'm tired of hearing it." Jun Qing sat casually on the porch, looking at The lively crowd spoke quietly.

Yue Ling looked at the person who suddenly became quiet, and didn't know what to say, so she sat silently with her.

After a while, Jun Qing seemed to get out of his own emotions, and said to the waiter behind him: "Go, get Miss Yue a piano."

The waiter bowed his head and bowed, and left quickly.

Yue Ling thought for a while, and said, "Master Jun, do you want to play the piano?"

Looking at her, Jun Qing said in confusion, "I don't really want to play, but today is a piano meeting, how can it be done without the piano."

The waiter brought over a Liuqin, and Yue Ling stroked the body of the qin, which had an ebony body and strings made of palm horses.

Yue Ling lightly plucked the strings, and the strings gave out a clear musical sound. Yue Ling smiled and withdrew her hand, and said to Jun Qing, "Mr. Jun, do you want to try?"

Hearing this, Jun Qing casually put the guqin on her lap and began to play it ding ding dong dong.

As soon as he made a move in this room, there was silence in the small courtyard, and everyone looked at him inexplicably.

Seeing this, Yue Ling raised her eyebrows, and looked at him with more thoughtful eyes.

This is a piece of music that she has never heard before, but from the sound of the piano itself, it is really not a suitable piece to play at this time, because it is a piece suitable for the battlefield.

The sound of the song is intense and the tone is passionate. At the first hearing, there is a deep passion for war, but after thinking about it, it is a strong sense of loneliness, death, and the tragic tone of not returning home.

This is a person who has been on the battlefield. Yue Ling looked at Junqing's sonorous and powerful hands, and imagined the scene of him raising his sword and breaking through the encirclement on the battlefield surrounded by enemies.

After the song was over, everyone lingered in the boundless loneliness for a long time, unable to recover.

Yue Ling looked at Jun Qing who was still immersed in grief, he seemed very depressed and restrained.

For some reason, Yue Ling looked at his veined hand and raised it to pat it lightly.

When the other people heard the sound, they couldn't help but come back to their senses, and started to applaud him one after another, words of appreciation kept pouring in.

Jun Qing smiled and nodded at the people around her, and then, looking at Yue Ling's pretty face, said in a warm voice, "I don't know, but Jun is lucky enough to hear Miss Yue's music?"

When other people heard the words, they all looked at Yue Ling, some were scrutinizing, some were puzzled, some were curious, Yue Ling looked at these various gazes, and said with a smile: "I just laughed."

As he spoke, he took the guqin on his lap, thought for a while, and then began to play.

Yue Ling played a phantom sound that he liked very much. It was a song that described a person who was lost, suddenly heard a musical sound, and then followed the musical sound to find the lost direction.

There is only one melody in the whole song, which keeps changing with the changing of the storyline.

This piece of music is not so much that the composer fell into an illusion, but rather that the listener fell into the illusion of the person who played it.

While playing, Yue Ling paid attention to everyone's reactions, and saw that everyone was not particularly uncomfortable, so she started playing with confidence.

At the beginning, they listened to Yueling's performance very seriously, but soon, everyone fell into their own illusions.

(End of this chapter)