The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun looked at Cui Mu with a smile, waiting for his answer.

"I am still young and don't know much about the truth. I can only tell you what I have seen with my own eyes. Last year, Jingguo was defeated, and my grandfather scolded the traitorous ministers. His condition became worse. Even if he invited doctors and family members to use medical books, it would not help. This year, Mr. Youfang was born. , Grandpa, father and others all say that you are the hope of Jingguo and the hope of the human race. I am very happy. As long as I hear your poems, I will definitely write them down and hang them in the study. Whenever there is something about you, our family will discuss it after dinner. I think that my grandpa’s willingness to devote all his talents to making cultural treasures for you is to bring about the revival of Jingguo and the human race. The hope of his rise rests on you, and this is his last contribution to the country and the human race."

Cui Mu said that when Cui Lao Jinshi's condition worsened, his face turned red, but he persisted and did not cry.

The boy's immature voice was simple and sincere, without the slightest sense of truth, but everyone, including Fang Yun, was moved.

Cui Laojinshi smiled happily.

Fang Yun looked at Cui Mu carefully, nodded, and said, "Do you think it's a pity that the Cui family lost the opportunity to exchange cultural treasures for official titles?"

Cui Mu thought for a while and hesitated.

A middle-aged man next to him said sternly: "You can say whatever you want! Don't hide it!"

Cui Mu could only say: "Of course I feel it is a pity. But grandpa said a few days ago that you are more likely to be canonized than Duke Jianmei. If you are canonized, our Cui family will publicize that your cultural treasures were infused by my grandpa. , the benefits are definitely greater than those of ordinary officials!”

Everyone in the room laughed, and Feng Yuanjun laughed the most. What the child said was true.

"Have you memorized the Three Character Classic?" Fang Yun asked.

Cui Mu proudly raised his head and said, "I have memorized everything Mr. Fang did!"

Fang Yun looked at the joke and said, "Have you memorized "The Romance of the West Chamber" too?"

"Ah? Does that count?" Cui Mu's eyes widened, his face full of sorrow, and he finally showed what a child should look like.

Everyone laughed again.

"Then you recite the Three Character Classic and I will listen to it." Fang Yun said.

Cui Mu immediately finished reciting the "Three Character Classic" loudly, word for word.

Fang Yun also tested Cui Mu on some elementary knowledge and his views on some things. The questions he asked were all based on his own thoughts. It was impossible for anyone to teach him how to answer them.

In the end, it was discovered that this child was indeed outstanding. If he were placed in the Fang clan school in Dayuan Mansion, he would definitely be a top student.

"Yes, I have a solid foundation, a flexible mind, decent answers, and my own opinions. I am not completely influenced by external things. Being my disciple is enough." Fang Yun nodded.

Several Cui family members on the side immediately gave Cui Mu a wink.

Cui Mu hesitated, then shyly held a cup of tea, knelt in front of Fang Yun, and said respectfully: "Student Cui Mu, give me some tea, sir."

Fang Yun took the tea with one hand and helped Cui Mu up with the other.

Excitement flashed in Old Jinshi Cui's eyes, and his breathing became rapid. The Cui family members immediately stepped forward to help him.

Feng Yuanjun said: "Let the old man rest first, and we will go out first."

Leaving Old Jinshi Cui's bedroom, Feng Yuanjun helped Fang Yun and the Cui family decide on the talent injection, and then asked Fang Daniu to go back and get the Zhendanqin.

While Fang Daniu was fetching the piano, Fang Yun chatted with other members of the Cui family and found that the Cui family was worthy of being a scholarly family and worthy of being a famous scholar from Cui Lao Jinshi. Although no one in the family was a civil servant, the one with the highest literary rank was Scholars are all very sensible.

Not long after, Fang Daniu came back with Zhendanqin. Everyone in the Cui family looked sad, but no one objected.

Cui Lao's eldest grandson personally sent the Zhendan Qin into Cui Lao's bedroom. After a while, the new Zhendan Qin was taken out.

The body of the Zhendan was originally black, but age has revealed the undertones of the wood and is now brown. Affected by the vibration of the strings and sound, slight cracks appeared in parts of the body, forming an extremely rare snake-belly break.

Most of the strings are as white as jade, but some parts have changed color due to frequent contact with fingers.

Compared with the previous Zhendan piano, the surface of the new piano has a very light luster, and the whole piano exudes a rich momentum.

Fang Yun knew that this piano carried the hopes of Old Jinshi Cui.

Fang Yun wanted to see Old Jinshi Cui, but the Cui family said that the old man was sleeping and it was not convenient to meet people, so Fang Yun had to give up, and even gave up the idea of ​​playing a song for Old Jinshi Cui.

Before leaving, Fang Yun gave Cui Mu a few words, and also said vaguely that he would tell him when Mr. Cui passed away.

Without the support of his talents, Cui Lao Jinshi could not survive more than eight months.

The Cui family was very reasonable and politely sent Fang Yun away.

After getting in the car, Fang Yun felt a little depressed.

Feng Yuanjun advised: "It's the first time you encounter this kind of thing, so naturally you can't think about it. However, you can think about it this way. Since the thing has happened, there is no point in thinking about it anymore. It is better to learn the piano well and give full play to the power of this Wenbao Qin. , The more monsters you kill, the happier Mr. Cui will be."

"I understand, it's not that I can't think about it, it's just a little sad."

"That's good."

Back home, Fang Yun put Wenbao Qin on the piano stand and arranged it.

Yang Yuhuan and Nunu were both curious about Wenbao Qin. Nunu jumped on the piano and plucked the strings randomly with her little paws, but the sound that came out was so unpleasant that she couldn't help but cover her ears and stay away. , screamed as if to say: Broken piano!

After being messed with by Nunu, Fang Yun felt much better and started to try the piano.

Fang Yun first puts his right index finger on the strings and plays it inward. This is the "wiping" in the basic Guqin technique.

"Buzz..."

Fang Yun nodded. The sound was pure and had a unique strength that ordinary pianos did not have. If you listened carefully, it really sounded like a war drum.

Then, Fang Yun still played the piano with his right index finger, but from the inside to the outside, which was called "pick".

Then he changed to the middle finger, and played from the inside to the outside. It could not be called "pick", but "tick".

Fang Yun slowly tested the sound with both hands, first using basic fingering, then combined fingering, and felt that this Jinshi Wenbao piano was more and more comfortable.

After trying the Wenbao piano, Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan tried to play a song "Autumn Wind Tune" with the piano and harp. Although Fang Yun was not proficient enough and the two of them had frequent small problems during the ensemble, they were both very satisfied with the feeling.

Nunu was also extremely envious of the two people's harmonious music. After Fang Yun finished playing, it tried to pluck the strings with its little paws. When the strings sounded, it trembled all over, showing that it couldn't bear it anymore. It jumped away from the zither, and then cried, as if it would never touch this ghost thing again.

In the evening, the doorman came in and said, "Master, there is a man outside the door. He claimed to be a servant of the famous Bian family. He said that he could accept a third of the dragon horn of the dragon king in exchange for a talent injection, but the premise was that he would accept three disciples of the Bian family as students."

"Oh, I see, let him go." Fang Yun said without raising his head.

"Yes."

Not long after, General Yu Xingshu of Dinghai sent a letter.

Fang Yun opened it and saw that it said that the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Meeting would be held in a month. Because of the Holy Ruins, it was probably the largest literary meeting of the Ten Countries this year. Fang Yun was asked to spend more time on Mid-Autumn poems and lyrics, and go to the military camp after returning from the Holy Ruins. He didn't need to go now.

Fang Yun was worried that he had no time to learn the guqin, so he reallocated his study time, sleeping for two hours, eating and resting for two hours, reading and studying the classics of the saints for ten hours, and practicing the guqin for the remaining ten hours.

So Fang Yun played the guqin in his study, while Yang Yuhuan played the qin in her boudoir.

In order to improve his guqin as soon as possible, Fang Yun did everything he could to list the music for the guqin exams in later generations, a total of ten levels, and then wrote out all the music scores for the first and second levels of the guqin, including "Xiang Fei Yuan", "Guqin Yin", "Liang Xiao Yin" and "Shuang He Ting Quan".

After composing the fifteen pieces, Fang Yun memorized the music score of "Xiang Fei Yuan" and started playing.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't play it. Once he played it, Fang Yun felt like he couldn't stop, because he found that his fingering and understanding of the guqin suddenly improved by a whole level. When he played it, it was particularly smooth, and it didn't seem like the first time he played it at all, as if he had played it hundreds of times.

Fang Yun was so engrossed in playing that he finally stopped playing at night after being reminded by Fang Daniu.

Unable to play the piano at night, Fang Yun carefully recalled the process of playing the piano and found that his skills were becoming more and more proficient, and he also had his own emotions, but it was always difficult to integrate his emotions into the sound of the piano. If he could not do it, he would never reach the first level of the piano art, "sound and emotion".

Fang Yun did not give up, but closed his eyes and thought slowly, slowly looking for his own problems. It took him half an hour to suddenly figure it out.

"So that's it! I play the piano for the battle song. I am eager to win and too utilitarian, and I have lost the purest and most essential pursuit of music. To be precise, music is originally a sound wave like all kinds of noise, but the reason why music is music is because it is integrated with emotions! Yes, emotions! This is the key!"

Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes and smiled.

"When playing a piece of music, the score, fingering, and technique are not the most important, and should not even be the first step. The first step should be to understand the theme and story of the music. First, know what story and scenery the music is telling, and then you can have a preliminary understanding of the emotions in the music!"

"Understand the composer's emotions and try to interpret the music with the composer's emotions. This is the first step."

"Then, after you can play the music as you like, forget the original author's emotions and re-experience the most original sound in the music."

"Then, root According to your own understanding of this piece of music, you can brew and accumulate your own emotions. "

"After that, you can integrate your emotions into the music. This is probably the first level of the way of the zither, "sound and emotion are rich." "

"A higher step, you don't need to think about it deliberately, you don't need to integrate it deliberately. When you pluck the strings, the strings will automatically convey the voice from the depths of your heart. At this step, it should be the second level of the way of the zither."

"After that, when you want to use the war music, the first step is probably to integrate your own emotions. If you can't integrate your killing intent and fighting intent into the war music, how can you let the war music kill the enemy! "

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