first music repair

When Qiao Sheng came out of Ji Taizhen Jun's cave, Mei Zhen held up an oil-paper umbrella for him, and he took it by himself, and walked slowly on the path in the mountain.

The rain fell lingeringly, and the fiery red sleeves fluttered, sticking to the moisture. Qiao Sheng looked up and saw a white light flashing across the air.

Mei Zhen saw it and said: "Young master, when you go to Yushoufeng to choose a mount, you don't have to spend time walking."

Josh nodded.

The rain is misty, like a green gauze covering Yufeng, mist rises in the center of the lake, and the blue leaf lotus is washed and looks more and more graceful.

A man stood under a tree with flowers by the lake, the raindrops fell on his hair with the fallen petals, but he didn't seem to notice it. Among the mountains and rivers, it has become the most brilliant stroke in the ink painting.

Qiao Sheng held the umbrella and stopped suddenly.

The man in white turned his head when he heard the movement, his silver curly hair brushed against his knees like a wave being driven, and his purple eyes looked fixedly in the hazy landscape.

Those eyes were so ethereal that there was no emotion, but they seemed to be suppressing something. Under the ice, they hadn't erupted yet, showing extreme coldness.

Inexplicably, Qiao Sheng felt as if he couldn't breathe under the unmoving gaze.

He didn't move, so Qiao Sheng had to approach by himself.

As soon as he approached, he felt a strong attack. His two arms were like steel bars holding him tight. The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, and the cold touch stuck in. Qiao Sheng felt an unspeakable panic. The two arms seemed to embed him into the body.

He couldn't breathe, and his heart was confused again, so he didn't struggle much, "Ah Bai."

The man didn't say a word, but the strength in his hand was getting tighter and tighter. Qiao Sheng was in distress, but he was shocked by the emotion in those eyes, and he couldn't even raise the strength to struggle, so he felt a pair of eyes. Big hands stroked his hair repeatedly.

The man buried his head into his neck, closed his eyes and sniffed, rubbing his head lightly, and exhaled the cold breath on his neck. It was just a thin gasp, but in the end it became bigger and bigger, and the ups and downs of his chest also getting bigger.

Qiao Sheng felt the arms around his waist suddenly tighten like a snake, and the man's lips suddenly pressed down, biting his neck. He didn't know where he felt something was wrong, so he stretched out his hand and pushed it.

The man in white was suddenly pushed away by him, and he looked up in a daze, and then a burst of anger suddenly appeared on his face, his eyes that seemed to be frozen violets trembled, as if he was struggling to suppress Something exploded, shattered into pieces, and gave off a dangerous emotion.

It is shocking.

Qiao Sheng frowned, and stretched out his hand unconsciously, "Bai Jun, what's wrong with you?"

The rain was soaking in the cold, those jade-like hands stretched out, and his beautiful eyes reflected his own figure. Bai Jun seemed to have regained his senses, and suddenly stepped back, bumping his back against the cherry blossom tree behind him , rustling, a shower of raindrops and flower petals fell on his body, as if he didn't notice it, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, his tone became extremely calm, "It's okay, just checking."

He didn't say anything to confirm, but Qiao Sheng already understood, his heart trembled, and he wanted to say something.

Bai Jun didn't look at him, straightened his robes, and his eyes drifted to another place. His voice was as beautiful as the sound of strings, but it was too mechanical, "It seems that you are doing well, so I can rest assured."

He turned his head back and smiled lightly, his whole body was elegant, his eyes stared at him intently, as if he wanted to dig something out of his eyes, and finally he closed his eyes restrainedly, and the corners of his mouth curled up like a smile Fei smiled, "Then I'll go first."

After all, the figure has disappeared far away, and a touch of snow is faintly in the hazy mountain scenery.

Qiao Sheng stood there blankly.

This person has such an aura and magic power, no one else has room to intervene when he does what he does or speaks, Qiao Sheng can only watch him finish speaking, and then leave on his own.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes tightly, revealing a bit of bitterness from his sigh.

At this time, Mei Zhen, who was stunned by the invisible aura between the two, reacted and bent down to pick up the oiled paper umbrella that fell on the ground.

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A ray of meditative fragrance rose up and scattered in the room. Qiao Sheng sat behind the desk, quietly flipping through the book in his hand.

Above him, apart from a senior fellow he knew, there was another disciple of Qijun and Xianjun, but that senior sister, who was a confidante with an unlucky fate, had long since disappeared between the heavens and the earth, perhaps because of this world. No one mentions his indifference to human life, and because of Qijun and Xianjun.

In terms of Qijun and Xianjun's temperament, even as an apprentice, she seldom gives advice. Therefore, most of the time, the task of teaching disciples falls on Jitai Zhenjun.

The set of books in his hand was left by Qiao Sheng's senior sister whom he had never met. There were some markings on it. The handwriting was beautiful and gentle, and it was from the hands of a woman.

This set of books includes cultivation experience, introductory music scores, and cultivation methods.

Qiao Sheng read for a long time, closed the book, closed his eyes and meditated.

Lexiu and the method he cultivated can be said to have the same goal through different routes.The record in the Guanshu reads, "When I practiced for the first time, my heart was ecstatic, but I was hit at the beginning. Coming to Feiniao Chaofeng, entering the sect is full of confidence..."

"However, music cultivation is not so easy to cultivate. You need to understand the score, get the unity of nature and man, and understand the will of all things... If you don't have a pure heart, the way of music cultivation is difficult, extremely difficult."

"However, I am not afraid."

It also wrote below: "It turns out that there is an unexpected connection between exercises, music scores and musical instruments. In the past, I focused on comprehending music scores and didn't pay attention to other things. Now that I think about it, it's not too late."

I wrote about some personal cultivation situations, presumably because the realm has risen, and the questions I think about are more profound, "However, I just blindly absorb the achievements left by the predecessors. Although I have successfully formed the alchemy now, I feel empty in my mind and have nothing. , this is very dangerous... how can I compose a piece of music by myself?"

Afterwards, she should have gone out of the sect to practice, and disappeared, and the records in the notebook came to an abrupt end.

Sheet music and exercises.

Ji Taizhenjun also said: "What Lexiu cultivates is the great will, comprehend the music score, and combine it with the skills. The importance of qualifications and musical instruments is at the bottom."

Qiao Sheng moved his fingers on the table and opened his eyes. He unconsciously closed his palms and paced back and forth in the room.

Qijun Xianjun said that there is a different taste in his flute.

The emotion in the void is a tyrannical energy in the void, and when it is released and flows with the music, it produces a surprising and wonderful effect.

What's different about this?Emotions, aura, piano, musical notes... the pieces he plays are ordinary, and the instruments he uses are also ordinary... only two are special.

The aura absorbed into the body by all living beings is extremely clean and pure, and the emotions in the void are also gathered but not scattered, becoming a spiritual accumulation, the two add up... But the aura is always the aura, and the emotions are always the emotions...

What makes the joyful and agile emotions magical, as if faintly possessing the power of rules, it can make everything come alive.

Qiao Sheng thought of how he used his spiritual consciousness to draw his emotions every time, and also thought of the last time he used the zhenwoxiang to release himself in the illusion. His infinitely extended consciousness seemed to touch the edge of something huge, and he felt a penetrating feeling throughout his body.

His soul is an immortal soul, and everything has absorbed the purest aura in the world, and gathered it all in the sea of ​​consciousness... In this way, his soul is naturally extremely clean, and it is also the easiest to get close to the world...

No wonder……

Qiao Sheng looked at the blue and white sky through the window in a daze, his eyes were out of focus, and his sight seemed to extend to the sky thousands of miles away, his fiery red clothes fluttered, as if he was about to fly away in the wind , exudes an unspeakable meaning.

Only then did the blue-clothed maid who was standing quietly waiting in the room dare to look up, quietly raised her eyelids, and watched silently.

Suddenly, that flaming figure jumped out of the window, the long-sleeved robe was blown up by the wind, and his figure was so soft that it almost blurred, leaving a shadow on the lake, and the person had already landed in the pavilion.

The maid hurriedly went to the window to look, and saw that in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, her young master had already sat cross-legged beside the guqin, with his eyes slightly closed, the corners of his mouth naturally turned up, and he felt a sense of thoroughness. He stretched out his slender fingers like white jade, and gently plucked the strings.

It's not a special piece of music, it's just the "Qing Shenqu" that ordinary practitioners like to play for meditation, and the leisurely, shallow tones flow into the air as usual.

The maid in blue felt something piercing into her ears from the music, she unconsciously clenched her chest tightly and widened her eyes.

The music became slower and slower, just like the gentlest wind in the mountain stream, slowly blowing with a peaceful breath of life, so the maid saw the very surprised scene:

In the smoky center of the lake, snow-white, tender red lotus flowers that are still in bud unfold their crystal clear petals one after another, and colorful fish in the lake jump out of the water staggeredly, their tails wagging, revealing infinite joy.

The mist was pulled, and the rich aura gathered into a vortex towards the pavilion in the center of the lake. The fiery figure in the pavilion was illusory, and the music was uninterrupted while the white gauze was flying.

The meaning revealed in that musical tone became more and more wonderful, and gradually, as the note swayed, something gathered in the air, and then scattered down——

At that moment, it seemed as if the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and the rain fell from the sky. A gust of wind blew by, wrinkled the lake water, and bestowed the vitality of life. Green, the fish in the lake kept jumping out of the water, and there seemed to be agility in their eyes.

Within the range where the snow lake is located, everything seems to be alive, exuding infinite vitality, which is too beautiful to behold.

The male and female servants all came out of the room. Mei Zhen's face flashed with surprise, and she immediately restrained herself. She turned around and warned solemnly, "No one is allowed to approach the young master within ten meters."

After all, he personally went to activate the Snow Lake Restriction, and then sat down cross-legged. Before he could practice his skills, the spiritual energy spontaneously rushed into his body, and the music entered his ears. The light music seemed to bring living water. The cultivation base that had been silent for a long time suddenly loosened.

His face softened.

After a long time, the attraction in the vortex became stronger and stronger, and the strong pulling force spread directly to all directions, and the spiritual energy of the entire Qianyu Peak was pulled, and all gathered into one stream, rushing towards the center of the pavilion below.

This vision attracted a seven-color auspicious cloud, which slowly floated from the sky.

At this moment, the peak masters who noticed the movement here all left the cave one after another and jumped into the air.

One person was a little surprised and said: "Who built the foundation can attract seven-color auspicious clouds."

The peak master, who observed for a while earlier, said: "This vision was created on the main peak of Qianyu Peak. Except for the true disciples of Qijun and Xianjun, I don't think about it."

One of the peak masters had deep eyes, filled with wisdom, and slowly said: "This foundation building is not unusual, and the seven-color auspicious clouds have not been seen for many years."

A female fairy sarcastically said: "I am not very good, but I am lucky to have an apprentice."

The others didn't listen, and quietly watched the disciples pouring in towards Qianyufeng from below. Auspicious clouds floated in, raining down on them, drawing energy, and bestowing gifts on one side, benefiting endlessly.

It's been a long time.

It wasn't until the auspicious clouds lifted into the sky that the violent movement gradually slowed down, and then Qijun and Xianjun came with a cool look, and she walked past the crowd gracefully, leaving only a word before disappearing.

"Everyone, now that my good disciple has successfully established the foundation, don't forget the congratulatory gift." There was extreme pride and arrogance in the voice.

The masters of the peaks had mixed feelings.