The Journey of Flower: One voiceless voice
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The cool breeze has faith, and the autumn moon is boundless. Hua Qiangu made a swing on the peach tree. While reading the book in his hand, while eating grapes without spitting out grape skins, I wandered leisurely. The peach blossoms of Changliu Mountain are not thankful all year round, and the peach blossoms are like rain. It made her look forward and hopeful, always unable to eat peaches.
The life of the past six months is really wonderful, and there is no need to practice as hard as it was at the beginning. In addition to reading, every day is eating, drinking, playing and sleeping, and the internal strength cultivation has hardly improved. Only the cooking skills are becoming more and more exquisite, which has made her thin and petite body white and tender.
Hua Qiangu looked at the piano and flute ensemble in the music score, secretly amazed in her heart, it turned out that the music could be used to oppose the enemy, and it has such a lethal power.
The sounds and pictures in the book can only be heard and seen by the holder of the book, so Tang Bao is still sleeping soundly on a peach petal next to him, chirping from time to time. Dozens of pink and enchanting peach blossoms fluttered up and down around the sugar treasure with their transparent thin wings, making a light and enchanting laugh. Seeing it slept pleasantly, I touched it and squeezed it from time to time. If tens of millions of sounds together will give people an audiovisual illusion, Tangbao should be having a sweet dream at this time.
Suddenly a faint sound of the piano came from a distance, and it abruptly shattered the rhythm of the strong and powerful battle in the book.
Hey, is it because the peach blossom spirits have disturbed themselves as well?
Close the book, there is indeed a piano sound, not from the book, but from outside the temple. Hua Qiangu couldn't help but jumped off the swing and ran outside, hehe, it's Master.
"Mother Bones, where are you going?" Tang Bao was startled, yawned and woke up, raised his neck and roared a few times in front of the sea, the bright moon, and the moon. He looked very funny.
Hua Qiangu stopped to poke its head and smiled: "What is it called, you are a bug, and not a big bad wolf."
Tang Bao has a small chest: "I am absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, hahaha..."
Hua Qiangu didn't care about its aura or aura, grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket, lifted the corner of the skirt and ran out, the bells jingling constantly.
Running outside the hall, it was true that the master was on the exposing stone, quietly playing the piano against the Changliu Xianshan under the sea and moonlight. The satin hair spread out randomly and fell all over the ground like a lotus in full bloom. A plain white dress without a belt, fluttering in the gale.
"Master——Master——"
Hua Qiangu happily ran behind him. Bai Zihua didn't respond to her, and the Qin was also very casual, but it was better than any music she heard in the book, quiet and elegant, ethereal and elegant.
But in that peerless piano sound, she couldn't feel any emotions painted by Baizi. Since ancient times, music has always paid attention to moving people with emotion. This Guqin is the first of the four arts, and the eight-tones is the most impressive. However, the master’s piano sound has its shape and rhyme, but the slightest. Without injecting emotions, it just makes people's hearts empty.
Hua Qiangu just stood there quietly gazing at Bai Zihua's back, listening to him stroking an unintentional piano, and she couldn't help being desperate. Master, he stands alone in the nine heavens, guarding this fairy mountain, this earth, this bizarre world, thousands of years...
After the music, just listen to Bai Zihua and say calmly: "It's good if other instruments can understand it. You need to be able to play this guqin. Have you ever read the score?"
"Go back to Master, I've read it, and I wrote it down, but I won't actually operate it."
"Come here."
Hua Qiangu sat down beside him frightened. The wind seemed to be smaller than usual. Otherwise, when she looked down the cliff, she felt like she was going to plant.
"You can play it for me to see."
Hua Qiangu stretched out her hand nervously, remembering what the book said: Playing the string with the right hand, with the real pressing of the left hand on the string, you can get a bright click; with the point where the left finger is aligned with the emblem. Press to get a crisp overtone; if the left hand does not press the string, it will be a bright open string dispersion. The scattered sound is bass, vigorous and simple, with a sense of solemnity. The treble part of the overtone is light, crisp and bright, like a bell in the wind; the midrange is bright and sonorous, like a jade chime. According to the playing sound, there are differences according to the upper, middle and lower parts: the upper treble is sharp and slender, the middle quasi-midrange is bright and wide, and the lower quasi-bass is calm and firm.
Then the index finger is lightly picked, and the **** moves from the outside to the inside. There was a pleasant sound from the piano, and it was very fun, recalling the tune of hometown's ballads, and played it intermittently.
Bai Zihua nodded slightly: "When you hold it up, turn your hand to make your thumb vertical, and then naturally downward."
Tang Bao poked his head out of his pocket and climbed onto the guqin. His body shook with the sound of the piano, and he quickly jumped onto Hua Qiangu's shoulders. Dig, Mother Bones is so good, she can play the piano!
"When you lock the strings, you should not enter your fingers too deep. Use the nail tip to make the pronunciation clear."
"Yes." Huaqiangu's forehead began to sweat, and her fingers became stiffer, and the tune was out of tune.
Suddenly Baizi drew a circle around his body, holding his little hand from above with both hands, and flicking it gently on the string. Hua Qiangu suddenly froze on the spot, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in the water in an instant.
"Don't be impatient, concentrate on your fingertips, sound waves are pushed out layer by layer, every wave has the power of breaking the stone and dividing the gold."
Hua Qiangu felt her back close to her body, and she felt that smoke was coming out of her throat. Let the slender Baixi teach herself to play the piano hand in hand. But his finger seemed to be abolished, and he couldn't move it anymore.
However, Bai Zihua's hands were filled with white light, passing through his hands, between the electric light and flint, and quickly began to strum the strings on the piano.
"Although rolling and flicking are multi-string legatos, the beards are clearly stated, and the ends are like beads to avoid mixing. When rolling and flicking are used together, they must be tightly connected; when rolling, turn from left to right, and when flicking, turn from right to left , Into a big circle. As the so-called Songfeng 谡谡, the water is gurgling."
I was talking about several white light sharp blades generally lasing from the piano.
Hua Qiangu was stunned, she didn't hear what Bai Zihua was talking about, she just felt it in her heart. The palm covering her hand was so cold that the cold had penetrated into her bones, why did she Hot and sweaty, flustered?
"Understood?" Bai Zihua let go of her hand and looked down at her small flowers and bones nestled on her chest, shrinking into a ball.
"Ming, I understand."
"Then you should practice more in your free time. There are hundreds of Guqin, Shennong, Xiangquan, Lianzhu, Zhongni, Shikuang, Luoxia, etc. in the piano room. You can pick a style you like tomorrow. This Music wars are often encountered in competitions with others, so generally long-term disciples will learn a kind of musical instrument. I made my own choice for the teacher and helped you choose the guqin. If you don’t like it, you can change to another one."
"No need, Master, I like it very much. Thank you Master!" Hua Qiangu raised his face and smiled at him, thinking that Master must hope that she will protect Fuxiqin in the future.
Bai Zihua nodded: "Nuwa Festival tomorrow, there will be a ceremony in the mountains, you go back and rest early."
"It's Master." Hua Qiangu slowly withdrew from his sight, turned around and ran happily. Oh yeah, the master taught her to play the piano. Having been here for more than half a year, this is the first time that Master has taught her something personally. She is so excited, she must study hard in the future.
Get up at dawn the next day.
"Master——Master——"
Has the master gone down to the temple?
"I am in the room."
Hua Qiangu hurried over. Only when he opened the door and found it rude, he hurriedly withdrew, but then stretched his head to look inside. Seeing that Bai Zihua had just put on the head of the sword, the jade belt had white feathers, and the gorgeous tassels, but the hair was still casually draped.
"Master, why don't you tie your hair?"
"After a while, there will be disciples who will help to fix it." Although he lives in the temple alone and does not need to be served, only this long hair can't be taken care of.
"Let me help Master tie it." Hua Qiangu jumped in front of him with excitement.
Bai Zihua stopped and looked at her.
Hua Qianguzhi pointed to his bun head and said triumphantly: "I'm done combing it."
I clearly saw a smile at the corner of his mouth, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Bai Zihua sat down and handed her a comb.
Hua Qiangu stood behind him excitedly, and finally could touch Master's long hair. The darkness was like the night sky. I really don't know how he took care of it. I am over a hundred years old, and I don’t have a single gray hair! A little bewildered, he combed a comb down, but he couldn't hold it in a panic. The comb slipped to the ground along the hair without external force. Spend a thousand bones slap your tongue, oh my god, it's so slippery like this, no wonder the force is not good.
After half an hour...
"Small bone, haven't you combed yet? The ceremony is about to begin."
"Okay, okay, it's going to be done soon." Hua Qiangu was playing happily, came back to his senses, and quickly sent it to Simple Bundle.
Bai Zihua looked into the looking glass and sighed helplessly. Isn't this comparable to his skill? Oh, forget it, so be it, come in no hurry.
The two masters and apprentices went straight down from the Hall of Unfeeling to the main hall.
"Brother, why is it so late." Mo Yan looked at him dissatisfied.
Sheng Xiao watched Baizi painting silently, and looked at the grimacing flowers and bones behind him, hugging his belly and laughing.
"Brother, your hair..." Why is it messy and loose? It was the first time I saw such a cute look of a fellow who has always been extraordinary.
"It's okay." Bai Zihua said a trick, and his long hair immediately became more regular and refreshed. It's just that he rarely uses spells, and even his hair is maintained by spells, which seems to be a fuss. But after all, if he doesn't tie his hair in formal occasions, he can avoid it as much as possible.
Hua Qiangu pouted with a guilty conscience, alas, it's no wonder that she is not at home with the skills, it is really too difficult.
At the ceremony, He Huo Xi, Wu Qingluo, and they stood in a row on Luo Xi. He didn't dare to say hello, and could only say hello with frowning. Feeling a sharp gaze behind him, turning around to look, it turned out to be a radiant sky. I haven't seen her for half a year. She is more beautiful and exquisite. She is two years older than Hua Qiangu, and has grown into a charming girl, but Hua Qiangu is still small and small like a child.
Silently, looking down at his chest, it is still flat, without any ups and downs. Alas, you should be calm, if one day, your face can be as good as one-thousandth of that of sister Qianmo, then you will be satisfied.
Thinking of killing Qianmo, I don't know where she is now. And Xuanyuanlang, I don't know how his problem is solved. Dongfang Yuqing is so good, has she been admitted to the top prize? There is also Yun Yin. It has been more than a month since the last time the Yu Zhiniao sent a letter. I don't know how well Maoshan is.
Suddenly remembered Shufeng, turned his head to look at him, he was standing far from Nimantian, and the relationship should still be bad. It must be very hard for Brother Eleven to teach these two apprentices.
Continuing to look up at the painting of Bai Zihua above, he did not find Shuofeng raised his head to look at her.
After the ceremony was over, Hua Qiangu did not follow Baizi to draw back to the hall, staying to have a small gathering with Qingshui and the others, but still did not dare to drink or eat for the least, and fell asleep for fear of falling down.
Early the next morning, Bai Zihua opened the door and was about to come out, and saw Hua Qiangu standing by the door with her head bowed.
"How?"
"Master, can I come and fix your hair every morning from now on? Technology is something that I have practiced. Don't you often say that diligence can make up for clumsiness?" Hua Qiangu raised his comb and smiled at him.
Baizi is drawing black lines all over...
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