I have a role in the heavens

"The flute player is Ninth Senior Brother Beigong Weiyang, and the tenth Senior Brother Ximen Buhuo plays the piano. The two of them are from the island in the extreme south and are proficient in music. As for what kind of practice they practice, I'm afraid even they themselves can't tell clearly. "

Chen Pipi waited until the music ended and then said to Zhao Wuhao beside him. His face was full of puzzlement. He was young, lacked knowledge, and was in a bad state of mind, so he couldn't understand the reason.

However, Zhao Wuhao knew it in his heart. He learned the method naturally and followed his instincts. Wherever there was a need for any practice method, the nameless method was the most suitable for the two of them. There was no need to explain the mystery clearly.

"The teacher never gives them homework, but just lets them tinker with these useless things as they please. I have been listening to them play for many years since I have been in the academy, and I have never seen them do anything else."

Chen Pipi couldn't understand Master's teaching in accordance with his aptitude, nor did he understand the rationale behind it. He scratched his head in distress. He had been given a lot of homework by Master, which gave him a headache. Therefore, he was very envious of the treatment of the two senior brothers and wanted to be so relaxed.

The sound of the piano in the spring forest has stopped, and the rustling sound started. Two men walked out of the forest. The two men had handsome faces and calm expressions. They were wearing white college spring clothes. They had obviously been modified, and the sleeves and hem of the robe were very wide. , being blown away by the spring breeze, she looked like an immortal, like a hermit with an immortal spirit.

Bei Gong Weiyang, the Ninth Master holding the flute, looked at Chen Pipi. His elegant aura instantly dissipated, and he fell into the rolling dust of mortals, complaining angrily.

"What do you mean I can't explain it myself?"

Chen Pipi was not afraid of the angry senior brother at all, with a proud smile on his face, making his fat body tremble with laughter, which made people feel inexplicably funny.

"Then tell me, what exactly have you cultivated in the academy over the years?"

Mr. Ninth Master Bei Gong Weiyang picked up the flute and hit Chen Pipi on the head very unceremoniously, making a crisp sound. Chen Pipi covered his head and shouted in annoyance.

"Senior Brother Ninth, how can you hit someone just because you can't speak up? Where are the etiquette you pay attention to?"

The man who had been silently holding the guqin was Mr. Ten, Ximen Buhuo. When he saw this scene, he suddenly spoke.

"well played."

Chen Pipi looked at Ximen Buhuo, his face became more and more angry, and he said angrily.

"Tenth Senior Brother, you have never been like this."

Mr. Ten, Ximen Buhuo, smiled slightly, held the guqin lightly with his hands clasped in front of him, his fingertips trembled slightly, he played a broken note, looked at Zhao Wuhao and said.

"Mr. Zhao, Senior Brother Beigong and I are cultivating the Dao of Music. Common people like Pipi who only know how to fight with the energy of heaven and earth cannot appreciate the beauty of Music. I hope you are not such a common person."

Ninth Senior Brother Beigong Weiyang inserted the flute into his waist, looked at Zhao Wuhao and said with great interest.

"Mr. Zhao, it was quite relaxing to watch you climb the mountain that day. My senior brother also praised you for your unparalleled painting skills and that you are the best in the world. I also heard that you are excellent at calligraphy and painting and are knowledgeable. I think you must have a profound knowledge of art. In the future, You and I should have a good time discussing each other."

Zhao Wuhao nodded slightly when he heard the words, but did not refuse. The other party was expressing goodwill and closeness. Although he had never been a disciple of the master, he was still a member of the academy, so he naturally knew how to get along with the people in the back mountain, so he responded.

"That's good, I will bother you more in the future!"

Ninth Senior Brother Beigong Weiyang said to Zhao Wuhao with a look of joy on his face.

"Music, calligraphy and painting are the most beautiful things in the world. Art is all about understanding by analogy. I didn't have the opportunity to communicate with Mr. Zhao in the past. I will definitely ask for more advice from Mr. Zhao in the future. Please don't dislike it, Mr. Zhao!"

Seeing the enthusiasm of the other party, Zhao Wuhao had no nerve to refuse, so he agreed, saying that he would definitely come and exchange artistic ideas with these two gentlemen during his free time in the academy in the future. Zhao Wuhao thought that even if he could not benefit from it, he would still be able to listen to it. It's also nice to listen to some free music.

When the two gentlemen saw that Zhao Wuhao was indeed the same person, the smiles on their faces became brighter and closer. Then they turned their eyes and looked at a certain little fat man with disgust and complained.

"Mr. Zhao is indeed elegant and knows how to appreciate art. He is not a vulgar person like Pippi."

Only the fat man was hurt and his face looked a little ugly. After bidding farewell to the two music masters, Zhao Wuhao and Chen Pipi walked towards the Yaping house under the big tree.

On the way, Chen Pipi had a look of doubt on his face, glanced at Zhao Wuhao, and asked seriously.

"Do you really like to listen to the sound of the flute?"

Zhao Wuhao glanced at him and said unabashedly.

"At least I didn't show that much interest!"

"You don't have to look at me like this. This is my first time on the second floor of the academy. The two gentlemen are so enthusiastic. How can I refuse them face to face?"

Chen Pipi was heartbroken, with a look of recognition on his face, and sighed.

"You are really stupid. Of course you should firmly refuse this kind of thing."

Zhao Wuhao didn't understand what he meant and looked a little surprised. He stared at the little fat man's chubby face and asked curiously.

"If I don't want to, I can just avoid it. What's the problem?"

"Over the years, none of the senior brothers and sisters are willing to listen to their performances quietly. They can only play the flute and play the piano face to face every day. One of them is arrogant and the other is arrogant. They are close friends and flatter each other. They have become extremely bored. The worst thing is being an audience. Since you agreed to them, then just wait to be dragged into being an audience every day from now on."

Zhao Wuhao's face was even more surprised. He was extremely puzzled and asked Chen Pipi for advice.

"Mr. Ninth and Mr. Ten are very accomplished in melodies. How could this happen?"

"The two senior brothers are definitely considered to be the first-class music masters in this world."

Chen Pipi said sternly, and immediately his eyebrows drooped in pain, with a look of pain on his face as he lamented.

"But no matter how great the music master is, he just keeps playing the same piece of music over and over again. If you listen to it a thousand times, you will know the pain involved."

Listening to the same piece of music a thousand times in a row will definitely make you tired, and it will be very painful. Zhao Wuhao suddenly understood, and felt some regret in his heart. He should not have been so humble just now, and should have flatly refused as Chen Pipi said.

"There are countless people in the world who love music. I don't think these two gentlemen can do it. You have to let me listen to it alone?!"

There was a hint of panic in Zhao Wuhao's voice. This astonishing talent who was not afraid of heaven or earth was also uneasy at this time, feeling palpitated by the tragic encounter in the future.

"There are many people who love music in the world, but in the opinion of these two senior brothers, there are very few people who are qualified to listen to their music. Those who can enter the back mountain of the academy have passed the test of the Master, and of course they are qualified to listen to their music. Play, but others are exempted."

Speaking of this, Chen Pipi clearly showed a smile of gloating on his face. When he is unlucky, if he meets someone who is also unlucky, although it cannot make his situation better, it will make him feel better. It is not as good as being happy alone. Everyone is happy.

After Zhao Wuhao was silent for a long time, he said resolutely.

"I'm hiding!"

"I used to hide."

Chen Pipi looked at him sympathetically and sighed.

"Although the academy is not small, it is still easy to find someone."

Zhao Wuhao was about to say something when he suddenly noticed that the flower trees beside the stone path were shaking. A man whose head and face could not be seen clearly rushed out. Looking closely, he realized that it was the same person he had seen on the top of the mountain that day, but today This man has all kinds of petals falling all over his body, which looks very funny and a little scary.

Chen Pipi pulled Zhao Wuhao to his side and introduced him very seriously.

"This is the eleventh senior brother Wang Chi."

Zhao Wuhao quickly adjusted his clothes and said politely.

"Zhao Wuhao has met Mr. Eleven."

Wang Chi stared at him with wide eyes and did not return the greeting. Instead, he picked up a petal on his shoulder and asked in a daze.

"Let me ask you, if there is nothing outside the heart, but before the master enters the back mountain, this flower has been blooming and falling in the mountain for thousands of years. What does it have to do with our hearts? If no one enters the back mountain , if no one looks at this flower, this flower does not exist?"

Chen Pipi was speechless. After a long silence, she innocently turned to look at Zhao Wuhao. The meaning was obvious. If you can't answer, you won't be able to leave.

Mr. Eleven Wang looked at Zhao Wuhao with gentle eyes. He waited for a long time without getting an answer, but there was no displeasure on his face and he explained gently on his own.

"In my opinion, before you and I see the flower, the flower and our hearts are silent. When you and I come to see the flower, the flower appears and blooms in our hearts. Whether the flower exists or not depends on the moment of appearance."

Zhao Wuhao was a little surprised by the performance of the master's disciple in front of him. This person actually had a bit of Wang Yangming's style and was expected to become a saint. He opened his lips slightly and responded with a steady voice.

"There is nothing outside my heart, and naturally there are no flowers, because everything in heaven and earth is in my heart!"

When Mr. Eleven Wang Chi heard this, he suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes gradually became hollow, as if he had fallen into the deepest state of mind, without any reaction to the outside world.

When Chen Pipi saw this, he was not surprised. Anyway, his senior brother was always talkative on weekdays. He had long been used to it. He quickly pulled Zhao Wuhao to move forward, not wanting to face Wang Chi for a moment.

Zhao Wuhao had a smile on his face, and looked back at Wang Chi, who was lost in his thoughts. He was quite looking forward to what the other person would think, whether he could become a saint like Mr. Yangming, but his steps were involuntary. He followed Chen Pipi as he ran towards the houses under the ancient trees in Yaping. He didn't notice the look of sympathy on Chen Pipi's face again.

There was a stove inside the house and a waterwheel outside. White steam filled the air both inside and outside the house. The falling red iron made a sizzling sound, and the hammered red iron made a banging sound. Zhao Wuhao and Chen Pipi stood obediently outside the threshold, looking at the naked strong man, like He plays with the fire and iron pieces delicately but roughly like he treats his beloved.

After a long time, the noisy sounds in the house finally stopped. The strong blacksmith took off his leather apron, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his face casually. He walked to the door and said with a simple smile,

"I am the teacher's sixth disciple."

"The armor and weapons made by the Sixth Senior Brother are unparalleled in the world. The armor that General Xu Shi is wearing now was made by the Sixth Senior Brother. If you have any needs in this regard in the future, you can come directly to ask for it from the Senior Brother. The Senior Brother is the most kind and kind person. Although he doesn’t like to talk much, he will definitely do what he promised you.”

During the previous period, Zhao Wuhao had been staring at Mr. Six as he swung the hammer. He felt something very interesting from the opponent's extremely rhythmic and powerful movements. At this time, listening to Chen Pipi's introduction, he marveled. road.

"Mr. Six, have you ever practiced Talismans?"

"If I want to divide my skills, I should count myself as practicing martial arts, but I don't have time in this life to learn how to fight, so I just want to learn how to blacksmith."

The Sixth Senior Brother was different from the other disciples. He seemed to be a simple and honest man, and answered Zhao Wuhao's questions with a smile.

"Mr. Zhao, I know what you mean. There are indeed runes on the armor and weapons I made, but that has nothing to do with me. It is the handiwork of the fourth senior brother."

"Mr. Four?"

Zhao Wuhao showed surprise and turned his eyes to the dark corner of the house. There was another figure there, which was not very noticeable.

There was a small sand table in a dark corner. Next to the sand table sat a man wearing a green college spring uniform. The temperature in the room was extremely high. However, there was not a drop of sweat on the man's body. He didn't even feel the heat. He was just concentrating. Calmly looked at the small sand table in front of him. His whole person is like a part of the house, and it is easy to escape the gaze. If you close your eyes, you will not feel that he is sitting there at all.

"Fourth senior brother is practicing the Pure Light Talisman recently."

"He wants to make the rune and the steel that make up the weapon fit closer together until they finally merge into one."

The fourth senior brother sitting in the dark corner raised his head, ignored Zhao Wuhao and Chen Pipi, and spoke directly to the naked man.

"There is no problem in using the three-star pattern to increase the frontal impact resistance, but what about the tearing force on the sides? If a warrior spreads the energy of heaven and earth on the surface of the body, it will be a bit difficult to activate the rune patterns on the armor."

The blacksmith walked over there, with Zhao Wuhao and Chen Pipi following behind him.

There are three seemingly simple lines drawn on the sand table. These lines are not completely straight. Several extremely smooth semi-circular arcs are drawn at the intersection of the lines. It looks like a thread holding a few drops touching one place. Water drops that are about to merge but have not yet completely merged.

"I don't understand the Tao of Talismans, and I don't know the purpose of these patterns, but I always feel that these semicircles are too smooth, or too perfect."

Mr. Six scratched his head. He knew what he knew, and he didn’t know what he didn’t know. He didn’t pretend to understand, he said it very honestly.

"I just feel that if something is too perfect, you can't help but beat it."

Mr. Fourth looked at his Sixth Junior Brother with a somewhat strange look, and said after a long silence.

"You have been blacksmithing all your life, and you are more familiar with things like strength than I am. Although I don't know why, I believe in your intuition. These semicircles are indeed too perfect."

No one used a wooden pen to draw pictures, but the fine white sand grains on the sand table were miraculously rolling rapidly. The lines on it seemed to be held by an invisible hand, changing shapes in the sand table, and the progress was unknown in a moment. How many combinations.

Zhao Wuhao stared at the lines on the sand table, his eyes flashing rapidly as those lines changed. His powerful thinking ability came up with an improved pattern earlier than the changes on the sand table. He nodded slightly and withstood the tearing force on the side. The effect is good, improved by at least 20%.

After walking out of the house, Chen Pipi led Zhao Wuhao to get to know Mr. Five and Mr. Eight. Before the two of them entered the mountain, one was a national player of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the other was a palace chess master of the Yuelun Kingdom. They were divided in more than ten battles. They didn't care about winning or losing. Later, they became brothers after entering the mountains. However, they never forgot the grudges and hatreds of the past. Whenever there was nothing to do, they would hold the chessboard and sit under the pine trees. They would often forget to sleep and eat, playing a game of chess. It was normal for three or four days. When Zhao Wuhao arrived, the two of them just looked up and ignored him.

As expected, the back of the academy is full of strange people. I don’t know why the master accepts these people as students.

"You should have seen Third Senior Sister."

Chen Pipi thought for a moment, and explained that among the people in the academy, there was still the third senior sister Yu Lian who had not seen them.

"She should still be copying small regular script in the old library at this time. If you want to see her, you can see her anytime. As for why she smashes the east window of the old library every day to copy small regular script, I don't know. I only know that this is the homework given to her by the teacher. .”

"As for Senior Brother, he was the first one you met. He and his wife are still traveling outside and are not in the academy, so you won't see them today!"

"In the end, there is only the second senior brother. He said that he doesn't want to see you recently. Let me tell you that when he perfects his swordsmanship, he will compete with you!"

When Chen Pipi said this, a strange look appeared on his round face like a steamed bun. He looked up and down at Zhao Wuhao. He had to admit that the young man in front of him, who was not much older than him, was very charming, handsome and handsome. Envy.

"Second Senior Brother was gritting his teeth when he said these words. Did he suffer a big loss at your hands that night? Otherwise, he would never behave like this!"

Obviously, the little fat man knew the character of his proud second senior brother very well, and he was even more delighted to see Jun Mo's weakness. He wanted to find out some inside information from Zhao Wuhao to satisfy his curiosity.

"Do you care about Mr. Er that much?"

Zhao Wuhao glanced at Chen Pipi. The little fat man's thoughts were clear in his mind. At first glance, he was usually quite suppressed by Jun Mo and wanted to find some sense of balance here.

"We are all fellow disciples, so naturally we should pay more attention to them!"

Chen Pipi was thick-skinned enough and said shamelessly. He could hardly see with his eyes. He rubbed his two chubby little hands excitedly and moved his body in front of Zhao Wuhao. He looked around guiltily and then said in an extremely low voice. said.

"You don't know, Second Senior Brother is very stinky and knows how to bully me. Tell me and I will definitely not tell anyone else!"

Zhao Wuhao looked at the little fat man who showed his true face, with a bright smile on his face, shook his head slightly, and flatly refused.

"If you're really curious about something that doesn't exist, you can ask Mr. Second!"

Chen Pipi had a look of disappointment on his face, took a few steps back, and kept mumbling.

"If I dare to ask Second Senior Brother, why should I ask you?"

Obviously, the second senior brother Jun Mo still has a great deterrent effect on the little fat Chen Pipi. If he dares to mention this matter to Jun Mo, he will inevitably get a beating.

"You don't have to be proud. Second Senior Brother is such a proud person and if he suffers a loss at your hands, he will definitely get it back!"

Zhao Wuhao didn't care about this at all, and Jun Mo didn't put it in his eyes. Even though the other party was an extremely outstanding genius, there was no hope for him if he wanted to challenge him.

"I've already met everyone. Can you take me to the library in the back hill of the academy?"