I'm not a god of wine

Chapter 58 The Way of Temperament
"It's not, it's because I wasn't ready just now."

She angrily walked to the coffee table, pointed to the guqin in front of Li Yanran and said to Xu Le: "Well, if you can play a complete piece of music, I will admit defeat and admit that I am a stupid girl!"

"Oh?" Xu Le smiled, looked at Qiao'er with a stubborn face, and said, "Are you serious?"

"Of course it's serious. Once a girl says something, it's hard to chase!" Qiao'er nodded, with some cunning in her eyes.

She didn't believe that the guy in front of her could play the piano.

Qin art cannot be practiced overnight. As the saying goes, three years of piano, five years of flute, and an erhu can break the waist.

My young lady started at a young age and practiced for eight years before she achieved some success.

The little boy in front of him, wearing the armor of the city guard, looked like a dude who went out to spend money. He could never play the piano, let alone play a complete song.

She was deliberately embarrassing Xu Le.

"Qiaoer, don't mess around, don't back down!"

Li Yanran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and reprimanded.

After all, she was a guest brought by her father, and she didn't want to embarrass Xu Le too much.

"Miss, I'm not fooling around."

Qiaoer pursed her lips, pointed at Xu Le and said, "I tell you, my lady is a talented woman. If you can't even play the piano, you'd better leave as soon as possible. Our lady won't fancy an embroidered pillow."

As soon as these words came out, Li Yanran's pretty fair face was immediately stained with a layer of crimson, and she gave Qiao'er a hard look.

"How about it, don't you dare?" Seeing that Xu Le didn't speak, Qiao'er was full of complacency, like a general who has won a battle.

Xu Le looked at the little maid in front of him, nodded, and said, "Don't forget what you said."

As he said that, he went to sit across from the coffee table, and took the guqin in front of Li Yanran by himself.

"Young master..." Li Yanran opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that Xu Le's hands were already on the strings.

With his eyes closed, he stroked the strings with his slender fingers, as gently as if he was stroking his lover's skin, not letting go of any subtleties.

"Is he... asking Qin?" Li Yanran looked at Xu Le's actions, and two words popped out of her mind, she couldn't help but lightly covered her lips, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

Ask Qin, this is a technique only known to Lujing musicians. Could it be that the young man in front of him is a Lujing musician?

Li Yanran stared at Xu Le for a long time, then shook her head.

Most of the musicians who can break through the rhythm realm are in their 50s and [-]s, it is impossible for them to be so young.

Probably thinking too much.

Li Yanran's heart gradually returned to calm, and she also wanted to see if the person in front of her was an embroidered pillow.

Although the melody cannot be compared with Jiumai, it is definitely not a small way.

There are countless people who practice temperament, and most of them are Confucian disciples. In order to facilitate the distinction, people divide the way of temperament into five realms.

The sound environment, the law environment, the state of mind, the Tao environment, and the legendary holy environment.

Ninety-nine percent of musicians spend their whole lives wandering in the realm of sound, only getting their voice, not their soul.

If you can reach the rhythm, you can freely manipulate the music and integrate into your own emotions. All listeners will be affected by it, and they will be happy because of their music, and sad because of their sadness.

At this level, music has a soul.

Rhythm musicians can already be called masters, and even some brilliant rhythm musicians can use the melody to change the state of the listener, causing sadness, fear, anger, and joy.

The further state of mind is different.

At this point, the musician can integrate the mind with the instrument, and display powerful sonic martial arts. The sound of music is invisible, and killing is also invisible. A musician with a state of mind is the most terrifying killer.

As for the upper Dao realm and the holy realm, they are just legends in the Jianghu.

It is said that there was a six-fingered qin demon 800 years ago. This person was a musician in the Dao realm. With the help of the Tianmo Qin in his hand, he caused a heinous massacre in the world with the eight sounds of the Tianmo. Later, this person disappeared mysteriously and disappeared. .

"Hey, hey, are you playing or not?" Seeing that Xu Le was stroking the body of the piano, Qiao'er beside him became impatient and couldn't help urging her.

"Shut up." Li Yanran gestured to her, signaling her not to speak.

Qiaoer pursed her mouth, muttered a few words, and closed her mouth sullenly.

At this moment, Xu Le opened his eyes, and said leisurely: "The piano is three feet six inches long, with seven strings, all made of silk, with paulownia as the body and Yuzhu as the bone. The sound is as clear as the moon. The color is transparent and bright, and it is indeed a good piano."

Xu Le's words made Li Yanran stunned. After recovering, she looked at Xu Le in disbelief.

He was really asking Qin just now!
Li Yanran's mind went blank, but at the same time, Xu Le moved his hands and began to pluck.

Strands of piano sound flowed from Xu Le's hands.

In a trance, Li Yanran and Qiao'er, master and servant, seemed to have come to a bamboo forest. The air was fresh and green everywhere, and the sound of birdsong and water seemed to come from their ears.

Refreshing.

"It's such a real illusion of piano meaning, he is really a musician of the rhythm!" Li Yanran was immersed in the sound of the piano, and a turbulent wave was set off in her heart.

She never expected that this young man brought by her father, who was not much older than herself, would be so accomplished in the way of rhythm.

Guqin seems to have life in Xu Le's hands. The sound of the qin may be urgent or slow, light or heavy, and suddenly, the music speeds up suddenly.

In the bamboo forest, there seemed to be gusts of wind blowing, the bamboo leaves were messy, the branches were swaying, and even the sky darkened.

Amidst the endless wind, a murderous intent came out!
"Chong!"

A sound of sword chant came suddenly.

Li Yanran and Qiaoer's master and servant both exclaimed at the same time, their pretty faces turned pale.

Dozens of shining swords came towards the two of them.

Ambush!

The sound of the zither became more and more urgent and heavier. Suddenly, a thunder exploded, and with a bang, the dozens of swords disappeared.

The sound of the piano gradually slowed down, and it turned into a spring rain.

Until the last note fell, Li Yanran and Qiaoer were short of breath and sweating profusely, but they still didn't recover.

After an unknown period of time, the two finally returned to reality from the sound of the piano.

But in front of the coffee table, Xu Le had long since disappeared. There was only a half-drunk cup of tea left, still exuding the fragrance of tea.

"Miss..." Qiao'er tightly grasped Li Yanran's hand, with nervousness written all over her face.

Looking at the cup of tea and the guqin, Li Yanran couldn't help muttering to herself: "Lvjing...Xu Le..."

Xu Le, who has inherited all the old ghost's memories, playing the piano is no problem.

The old man Gui was a third-grade sorcerer master, and also a master of rhythm who had reached the state of mind. Although Xu Le inherited his memory, his way of rhythm was always stuck at the peak of the rhythm realm, and he could not go any further. .

Xu Le understands that he lacks an opportunity to break through, and only by seizing that opportunity can he break through the realm of law and step into the state of mind.

Although the Rhythmic Musician is strong, his strength is limited. At most, he can only affect people's emotions, or create some small illusions to confuse the enemy.

Only by stepping into the state of mind can the musician's horror be fully displayed.

On the battlefield, a musician with a state of mind, combined with rhythm and martial arts, can exert terrifying and destructive power, which is no less than an army of thousands of people.

"It's a pity that the level of mood is too difficult. If I am a mood musician now, with the guqin in my hand, I will be able to compete with sixth-rank or even fifth-rank powerhouses."

Xu Le shook his head, not without regrets in his heart.

After declining Li Tingyuan's persuasion, Xu Le left Chengshou's mansion and headed towards Xu's mansion.

There were three days left, and after three days, he had to follow Li Tingyuan to Yangzhou Mansion to sign up for the Martial Arts Examination.

During these three days, he had to arrange the affairs of the Xu Mansion, especially the wine shop, and he didn't know how Cao Hai was doing.

With something on his mind, Xu Le unconsciously walked to the gate of Xu Mansion.

"Squeak..."

Just at this moment, the door opened, and a figure came out of it. Xu Le looked at the person, and the person also looked at him, both of them were stunned.

"My lord!" This person has soft and flowing white hair, a slender figure, and a charming face with a hint of coldness. It is Liu Qingqing.

Xu Le nodded, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

Liu Qingqing looked down at herself, and said with a smile on her face, "My lord, does my dress look good?"

(End of this chapter)