The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun listened carefully while observing Yang Yuhuan's fingering. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that she had talent.

The way to play the piano is not easy. There are more than thirty kinds of fingering techniques or combinations for the right hand, such as supporting, wiping, picking, hooking, picking, hitting, etc., while for the left hand, there are thirty kinds of fingering methods such as kneeling, bumping, lifting, pushing out, simultaneous sound, calling, advancing and repeating, etc. There are many kinds, which can be said to be extremely complex.

Fang Yun once studied Qin Dao at Jiangzhou Academy of Literature, and even memorized many Qin Dao books. He could only be considered to be able to play and appreciate it, but it would take a long time to practice to Yang Yuhuan's level.

Fang Yun soon discovered the shortcomings of Yang Yuhuan's fingering. It was too soft and lacked strength where it should be used. It seemed that this was related to his temperament. If Yang Yuhuan was talented, it would be average to kill enemies with piano music, but precisely because of her shortcomings in this aspect, her talent in another area is terrifying. If Yang Yuhuan uses piano music to assist rather than directly kill enemies, It can even be used to harmonize sounds, and the effect is likely to be several times that of an ordinary luthier.

After playing the sad song "Autumn Breeze", Yang Yuhuan's eyes turned red and he wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. It took him a while to recover.

Fang Yun sighed softly: "Sister Yuhuan, I really didn't expect you to have such attainments in the Qin Dao. In one year at most, you may enter the first level of Qin Dao, 'Sounds and Emotions'. If you can enter the second level, 'Jian Dan Qin' "The mind, even if it has no talent, still has the ability to calm and soothe the mind, and can defeat some of the magic that confuses the mind."

Yang Yuhuan said happily: "I just want to practice piano music for you, and don't want to do that much. But Mrs. Lai keeps praising me, saying that in a few months at most, my piano skills will be better than hers."

"In this case, I will write a few music scores today. Once you are completely proficient, you can enter the first level of Qin Dao in advance. By the way, have you learned the famous song "Mountains and Flowing Waters"?"

"Well, I've learned it before. I played "Flowing Water" well, but "Mountain" has always failed me."

Fang Yun nodded and said: "I originally wanted to hear you play these two songs and then make a judgment, but since you said so, my guess is good. That "High Mountain" is tall and straight, majestic and majestic, it is indeed not suitable for you . Although "Flowing Water" is as majestic and powerful as a river, it is Rivers are gathered by thin water, and you can gradually grasp its meaning. If you find that you can't play the music well, don't learn it. Focus on learning the music you can play well, such as "High Mountain" and "Flowing Water" by Yu Boya. It is a war song, and you will benefit a lot as long as you practice "Flowing Water" well."

"Yeah. I listen to you." Yang Yuhuan didn't ask much why.

"How do you feel about "Guangling San"?" Fang Yun asked.

Yang Yuhuan thought for a moment and said: "Although "Guangling San" was not written by the great scholar Ji Kang, it was slightly changed by him and became the number one battle song in the world. Unfortunately, I felt that it was not suitable for me as soon as I heard it. The original name of "Guangling San" It's called "Nie Zheng Assassins the King of Han" ", the meaning of the song is about the assassination of Nie Zheng, one of the four great assassins. I think Xiao Yun is suitable for this kind of war song. I have been thinking about it in the past few days. If you want to learn the piano to kill enemies, I can play the harp. You don't need talent to play the harp."

Fang Yun was stunned. Yang Yuhuan's opinion was excellent.

With the harp as the main instrument and the harp as the auxiliary, and the harp and harp playing in harmony, you can play the famous song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" jointly composed by the saints Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun.

When Sima Xiangru and his wife Zhuo Wenjun went to the desert to play, they were besieged by two barbarian semi-saints. At that time, the two of them were only in the four realms of Qin Dao. Not long after Sima Xiangru was made a saint, Zhuo Wenjun had no talent, but the two played the piano. Harmony, the chorus "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" caused the sky fire phoenix to burn thousands of miles away, annihilating one hundred thousand barbarians, killing one barbarian and half-saint, and shocked the whole world.

Fang Yun then shook his head. "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" is a poem that has been passed down all over the world. If the famous song "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" wants to attract the phoenix, in addition to having someone to help, there must also be the legendary literary mind of "doing two things at once" .

The reason why Sima Xiangru and his wife were able to attract the Phoenix of Heavenly Fire back then was because Sima Xiangru could do two things at once. While playing the piano, he wrote the poem "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" with a divine pen, thus maximizing the power of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

It is precisely because "Feng Qiu Huang" is difficult to realize that no one in later generations can play it. Instead, the name of the first battle song became "Guangling San".

Fang Yun said: "I haven't decided whether to study Qin Dao intensively, so please don't waste your Yao Qin talent for me."

Yang Yuhuan smiled slightly and said: "I learn the piano for you to listen to, and the harp can not only let you listen, but also help you play the harp. I must learn it! From now on, I will mainly learn the harp and the harp. To assist.”

Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan's firm eyes, and bursts of warmth surged in his heart. He nodded and said: "Okay, from now on, you and I, as a couple, can recreate the miracle of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", and even create more masterpieces. A powerful war song.”

"Yeah." Yang Yuhuan lowered his head, his cheeks flushed.

Fang Yun had said that he would go out to participate in the Chinese Valentine's Day cultural gathering on the Chinese Valentine's Day. Just after lunch, some friends came to visit, including Qian Boshang, whose literary gallbladder was broken by the Qingguo people.

No one mentioned the matter of Qingjiang Jiao King, for fear that Fang Yun would be under pressure, so they only talked about the Flood Control Wenhui and the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Party.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone left Fang Yun's house in a carriage and headed for the city wall of the South Vice City.

Fang Yun and more than a dozen literati got off the carriage and came to the gate of the South Vice City. They looked up and saw a tower directly above the city wall, which was where the literary meeting was held.

The city wall here is more than ten feet wide in order to fight against the powerful monsters and wealthy people. Otherwise, it would not be able to withstand the impact of the magic. The city tower is also very grand, larger than many restaurants.

The group of people climbed the stairs to the city wall together. They did not enter the city tower immediately, but looked at the strange scenery outside the city wall.

The top of the city wall was extremely clear, with even sunlight shining down, but just a mile away, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain was pouring down. The completely opaque water curtain blocked everyone's sight, and it was all white and hazy, and the scenery in the distance could not be seen at all.

Fang Yun looked in all directions, and there was a white and heavy rain at the end. Because the rain was too heavy, he even had an illusion that the rain was sea water, and the entire Yuhai City was actually on the bottom of the sea, completely surrounded by sea water.

The rain was not falling, but pouring down like billions of barrels of water, which was a wonder.

The others were also shocked by this wonder. In front of this terrible rain, everyone felt weak and powerless.

Fang Yun whispered: "Is the dragon race so strong?"

"Yes. If it is in the sea, a dragon race half-saint can fight three human race half-saints or three demon race half-saints."

Fang Yun said helplessly: "This is not a flood control literary meeting, this is a sea reclamation literary meeting."

Everyone nodded silently, Fang Yun's words were too vivid.

"Let's go to the tower."

Before everyone entered the tower, they heard loud laughter coming from inside.

"How strange! The rain won't stop, why are we still holding a Qixi Festival? I've lived for so many years, and I've never heard of a Qixi Festival in the rain! The preferences of you Jing people are really different from those of the other nine countries." One person said.

"You are wrong. Isn't there a big hole on top? You can see the starry sky! But this hole is a bit like a well. Wouldn't the people in the hole be frogs at the bottom of the well? The people of Jing are really humble. We Qing people are not so shameless as to think of ourselves as toads!"

"Hey, this is a literary gathering of Jing, and fellow Qing writers should not be too harsh. However, my mentor Shi Jun said that if Jing can't even stop a light rain, then there is no need to take out his gift poem. Such a Jing is not qualified to receive his gift!"

One person was furious and said: "You Qing people are getting more and more shameless! The demons bully our Jing country, not only do you not help, but you also make sarcastic remarks here, which is no different from the rebellious literati!"

"You are not only He is a frog in the well, and his brain is broken. Since Zhiluo and Qixi are combined, we write Zhiluo poems first and then Qixi lyrics. We are here, which means that we will also write Zhiluo poems to help you Jingguo. How can we be the same as the rebellious literati? Mr. Dong, you are the governor of Yuhai, please judge it! "

Governor Dong snorted coldly and said: "Friends of Qingguo, some words can be said occasionally, but if they are entangled again and again, we have to ask the literati to solve it. If another great scholar dies in Qingguo, we Jingguo people will feel bad. "

Fang Yun just walked in and saw that except for a few who were very calm, most of the Qingguo literati looked angry, while some Jingguo people looked sneerful, and some looked very happy.

"Fang Banxiang is here!" After one person shouted, all Jingguo people immediately stood up to greet him, including many officials such as Governor Dong. The faces of Qingguo people were different, but most of them stood up, and only one person with a gleaming eye but a very arrogant appearance was still sitting.

The Qing citizen looked up at the roof and said lazily: "There is no one in Jing country, but a scholar can become a model of literati. This makes our ancestors blush."

The tower was quiet in an instant. The people of Jing could not question Fang Yun's title of "Model of Literati", but the people of the other nine countries could.

Many people of Jing dared to be angry but could not speak, because they knew in their hearts that what the man said made sense. A scholar became a "model of literati". In terms of status alone, he was above ordinary great Confucian scholars and was on par with Wenzong, because even great Confucian scholars might not be able to get the title of model of literati, but Wenzong would definitely get it.

Dozens of eyes stared at Fang Yun. The people of Qing were proud, and the people of Jing were secretly anxious.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "In Jingguo, I can be a role model of literati, so people above the level of Xiucai are naturally more virtuous and talented. The great scholar of Qingguo and I are both role models of literati, which seems to mean that the great scholar of Qingguo is not as good as the Juren of our country. As for this brother, you are below the great scholar, even worse than me, and you still have the nerve to speak here. Have you completely mastered the holy way of courage? I admire you!"

Many Jingguo people laughed, thinking that Fang Yun was really smart. He said the same thing from different angles and the meaning was immediately reversed.

The Qingguo man saw Fang Yun counterattack so quickly. If he continued to talk, he would probably be humiliated even more. He gritted his teeth and said nothing, secretly looking at other Qingguo people, hoping that someone could lend a hand.

The first disciple of the Poet of Qingguo said slowly: "As a role model of literati, he forced dozens of famous families in a prefecture to wear mourning and brave hundreds of miles in the rain to come to Yuhai City to beg for mercy. This kind of role model of literati, my Qingguo would rather not have it!"

The tower was dead silent.

Fifteen miles from the west gate of Yuhai City, two armored oxcarts were moving forward in the storm. White strips of cloth were tied everywhere on the oxcarts, and the word "Liu" was written on the outside of the oxcart canopy.

Under the dark clouds, a strange white cloud passed over the oxcarts.

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