The system asked me, a weak woman, to challenge a saint

Just when she was about to be disappointed, a very inconspicuous private house came into her sight. Strings of exquisite musical instruments hang in the inner courtyard of the house, including pipa, guqin, flute and other national musical instruments. In the inner courtyard, there are the largest number of guqin and the richest variety. There are only two pipa with ordinary craftsmanship hanging on the wall of the courtyard, which forms a sharp contrast with the guqin that exudes an elegant and demure atmosphere.

Xiao Yuhan's heartbeat quickened, and she immediately knocked on the door of the house. The head of the household was a kind-hearted old man. He looked at Xiao Yuhan's eager eyes and smiled: "I stared at the pipa in my yard when I saw you coming in. You must be a girl who knows how to appreciate pipa."

Xiao Yuhan smiled and made no excuse. With the consent of the old man, she walked to the pipa, gently touched the surface of the pipa with her sleeves, tried playing a few notes, savoring the timbre of the pipa and admiring the beauty of the pipa.

The old man expressed surprise that Xiao Yuhan could play coherent music because they had not listened to music other than Buddhist ritual music for decades.

Xiao Yuhan felt very strange. She asked, "You are instrument craftsmen. If you can't tune it, how do you know whether your work is good or bad?"

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "When the goddesses come to collect the instruments, they don't care about the timbre at all. Someone once asked, and the goddesses said that the instruments collected from us are consumables, and they are ordinary music played for mortals. Just speak out, there will be a special formation in the temple to adjust the sound."

After talking, Xiao Yuhan learned that the old man was a violin maker, but the pipa she wanted was not made by him. He told Xiao Yuhan that the pipa in the village was made decades ago by a lonely and persistent outsider named Wei.

Not long after arriving, the man named Wei's wife passed away, and his daughter was selected by the goddesses and brought into the temple. He could not bear this heavy blow alone, so he moved out of the village and lived alone.

With deep gratitude, Xiao Yuhan bought an ordinary pipa from the old man. She asked the man named Wei where he lived, and then set out to find him.

However, when she arrived at the home of a man named Wei, she found that the man was already in his old age, with a wrinkled face and empty eyes.

He invited the three of Xiao Yuhan into the dilapidated courtyard and remained silent, just looking at her quietly, as if looking at a scenery he had never seen before.

Xiao Yuhan looked at the silent man named Wei in front of her, and deeply felt the pain and helplessness deep in his heart.

At this time, Youye sent a message to remind Xiao Yuhan: "I saw him glance at the Pipa we brought a few times, and his eyes were full of complicated emotions."

The corners of Xiao Yuhan's mouth raised slightly, and she looked at You Ye, seeming to have an idea in her mind.

She gently took out the pick, held the pipa horizontally in the traditional way and started playing. She was going to play a beautiful melody on the pipa to impress the man named Wei.

Her fingertips gently played the strings of the pipa, and the crisp and melodious sound echoed in the quiet courtyard, like a clear spring in the mountains, dripping in the quiet night. She tried her best to inject her emotions into the music. There were no gorgeous decorations or exaggerated performances, only deep emotions and true self.

The ordinary pipa seemed to have come to life in her hands, whispering softly, telling an unspeakable emotion. Every note is like a stream in the sunset, containing a touch of sadness, but also tough and affectionate.

The atmosphere slowly condenses in the music. The beautiful melody is as poetic as picturesque, like the breeze blowing through the lotus pond, the cold rain falling on the ginkgo, the setting sun reflecting the sky, and the stars dotting the long night. Gradually, the man surnamed Wei looked at Xiao Yuhan playing the pipa. A flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and then he became calm, his expression full of complex emotions.

The music stops, and the sound of nature lingers in the air, lingering in the air, like a clear stream, traveling through time, space, and the soul. At this moment, I was full of thoughts. Listening to the heavenly music, I seemed to be able to feel the freedom and happiness beyond the world.

He slowly began to look at Xiao Yuhan's body, her appearance, and her expression. Old Man Wei said, "Girl, you are all monks, right?"

He recognized her identity as a monk at a glance. Although Xiao Yuhan was surprised, she was also deeply delighted. Old Wei continued: "The girl is not a goddess, nor is she a local monk. I am afraid that what she wants is not this ordinary pipa."

Old Man Wei's words filled Xiao Yuhan's heart with excitement. However, Old Man Wei sighed deeply and said, "I can no longer make a pipa like that, because it requires not only materials, but also the wife who once loved him deeply to touch the pipa." Those hands, those eyes and that heart.”

Xiao Yuhan frowned slightly. She realized that things were not as simple as she thought. So based on the previous information from the old piano maker, she asked: "Mr. Wei, I heard that you have a daughter. Your daughter is a goddess. She Don’t you also support your making Pipa?”

The corners of Old Man Wei's mouth began to tremble slightly, and a slightly bitter smile spread across his face.

"My daughter," his voice was low, "she hates my pipa. She thinks that only the ritual music of the temple is orthodox, but I stubbornly insist on making pipa." He looked down at his hands, as if he was recalling something. , silent for a long time, then spoke again, "But she doesn't know why I am persistent."

Old Man Wei's eyes seemed to contain the precipitation tempered by years and endless sadness, traveling through time and space, and he saw himself and his wife when he was young.

They are barbarians, and his wife is also a psychic monk. His wife was a casual cultivator. During the Battle of Qin and Yan, she was hired by the Yan State to participate in a battle between monks. Because she did not have systematic skills, she eventually escaped from the battlefield with serious injuries and was passed by. She was rescued by a man named Wei, and later won the woman's heart with his meticulous care.

In the end, in order to escape the war, the two fled their homeland and came to this village on the border of Bazhou where mortals lived. His wife loved the pipa, and music was like the goal of life for her. It happened that there were many craftsmen who made musical instruments gathered in this village, so the two settled down.

The man surnamed Wei used to be a craftsman in a magic weapon workshop in the Qin State. Through his wife's description, he was able to make a pipa suitable for monks. However, where they were located, the wood was ordinary and they could only make some ordinary products. After many inquiries, they found out about a market where traders from Yunnan gathered, where they could buy fine rosewood, and various items such as formations designed by cultivators could also be found there.

However, the two people had fled so far and had already used up all the money they had. Farming in the Bazhou mountains would only make their lives more difficult. No matter how good the red sandalwood was, they couldn't afford it, so they had to make some ordinary pipa and sell it in the market while farming. The difficulties of life gave the two people more opportunities and more time to care and love each other.

Their pipa was very popular with merchants from Yunnan, and the transaction gradually improved their living conditions. Soon, the crystallization of their love was born.

At this point, tears suddenly welled up in Old Wei's eyes. She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her dry fingers, and continued: "That year, my daughter was five years old, and the magical instrument Pipa made by my wife and I was almost completed. So we happily went to the market. However, near the market, we encountered a large-scale battle between monks. The world was shattered by that battle. Until I returned home, I didn’t know how I survived until my wife collapsed. In the yard, I realized that her body had suffered severe injuries." Although his voice was intermittent, it was still clear, and Old Wei was trying his best to conceal the sadness in his heart.

"There are no doctors in this village, let alone monks who are proficient in medical skills. After holding on for half a month, my wife still held my and my daughter's hands and passed away." Old man Wei opened the door to emotions that had been sealed for a long time. He could no longer Unable to suppress his sadness, the tears that had dried up burst out again.

Xiao Yuhan, You Ye and Shou Xin didn't speak. They all quietly realized the hardships of survival for mortals living at the bottom.

It didn't take long for Old Man Wei to control his emotions. He used the not-so-clean water in the bucket to straighten his face and continued: "After Madam died, my daughter and I were like two walking corpses that had lost their souls, wandering around the village. I came to my senses with the help of the villagers. In the next few days, I suddenly heard bursts of Buddhist music. The temple suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain where it is now."

He sighed, seemingly filled with endless sorrow and indignation: "The sound of Buddhist music seems to make people's minds peaceful, but from that day on, only goddesses can play music in the temple. The sound of my pipa has been silenced since then."

The story of Old Man Wei made Xiao Yuhan feel endless sadness.

In the days that followed, he was obsessed with pipa, hoping to retain those glorious days, the days when he and his wife were together through pipa.

However, his daughter became disgusted with Pipa. Every time she was hungry and saw her father making a pipa that no one wanted, she would tremble with anger. Tears blurred her eyes, and she kept telling her father that she hoped he could give up. However, she didn't know that her father's persistence was his love and his perseverance.

However, the stubborn old man Wei did not care about his daughter's feelings. He fell into an obsession until his daughter's tears dried up and the goddess from the mountain came to his home and took his daughter away.

He still remembers the cold look in his daughter's eyes when she turned around to leave. She resolutely left her father. At that moment, everything Old Man Wei had insisted on collapsed.

Old Man Wei looked at Xiao Yuhan and said with a desperate smile: "Do you know what they said when I gave the pipa I made to the goddess?"

Xiao Yuhan frowned. Although she had some guesses, she still shook her head.

Old Man Wei moved his gaze towards the direction of the temple and said, "They say that the pipa is an instrument specially used by the goddesses to play music for the gods. How can your mortal object enter the temple?"