The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the nervous concierge and asked as he walked: "What's going on? What are you carrying?"

After walking out of the study, Fang Yun heard some familiar voices speaking outside, including some old piano players who were teaching in Yinlong Pavilion that day.

"I don't know, I didn't look carefully, but there are a lot of them anyway," the concierge said.

Fang Yun said: "Isn't it the piano you are carrying?"

The concierge was stunned for a moment and whispered: "It seems to be a real piano. When I saw there were too many people, they seemed to be very excited. I took a look and was afraid that my enemies would come back quickly. Madam is playing the piano at Mrs. Lai's house, so she can only come to you."

"Well, I'll handle it."

Fang Yun straightened his clothes and opened the door with his own hands. Outside were the violinists that day.

"Dear old gentlemen..."

Fang Yun held his hands in greeting, but before he could finish his words, he saw these obviously very old piano players swarming up like a group of monkeys and surrounding Fang Yun at the door.

"What's going on with this fingering?"

"Who made "Good Night Yin"? It's amazing how he can utilize the finger techniques of his left hand to such an extent!"

An old man even grabbed Fang Yun's clothes and held a piece of music score of "Good Night Yin" and said excitedly: "What's going on with these 'three pinches', 'back lock' and 'falling finger chant'! Where is this?" Created by everyone?"

Fang Yun knew that since he played "Good Night Yin" and other songs, the neighbors could hear it. This kind of thing could not be concealed, so he did not let Yang Yuhuan hide it, but he did not expect that within a few days there would be groups of piano players. Come, one of them is Hanlin who is still recuperating at home, and Qin Dao has just entered the three realms.

Fang Yun had no choice but to say: "I once got a broken qin score. Later, after deducing and sorting it out by myself, I slowly completed these fingerings and tunes. I don't know exactly which qin master created it. 1 It’s just an ordinary song, why are you so excited?”

For the Holy Temple, everything in Shengyuan Continent does not exist. As long as Fang Yun takes it out, it will inevitably be recognized as his original work. If he pretends to be someone else's work, it will make people suspicious.

However, the "Fragmented Qin Score" was different. He said it was a completion, and the Holy Temple would still regard him as the author, but with the source of the fragment, it was much more reasonable. After all, Fang Yun's previous Qin skills were mediocre.

"Confused! This song itself is indeed contrary to the musical style of our Ten Kingdoms. It is too weak and is not suitable for war music at all. However, this style of music is very suitable for soothing the emotions of soldiers. When encountering a war, those scholars who accompany the army must constantly chant to comfort them. Poetry to appease the soldiers consumes too much talent. The war is unfavorable. Although the previous comfort music is available, it is not soft enough. Your style of "Good Night Yin" is most suitable for comforting soldiers. If you improve it a little, you will definitely be able to make an excellent comfort music. It only requires a minimum of talent to match the text. Baoqin can stabilize the soldiers!"

Another person said: "Old Zhou Rongma valued practicality throughout his life. What I value is the mood and interest in this music. The style of Ten Kingdoms music is too rigid, focusing on the right hand and neglecting the fingering of the left. I am afraid it will be difficult to make a breakthrough over time. Your left finger rule lights up a beacon for the ten kingdoms of music!"

"Did you become enlightened because of being photographed by Altair and Vega?"

"Quick, let's see the remaining score!"

Fang Yun was dumbfounded by the comments made by these old people, and said: "Everyone, please go inside and talk. If you don't go in, I won't say a word!"

"Let's go! Then come into the house and talk!"

A group of old people surrounded Fang Yun and entered the living room. Before Fang Yun could speak, a group of old people pushed Fang Yun to the front seat, then moved the chairs over. If there were not enough chairs, they stood and surrounded Fang Yun.

"You are our teacher now, no need to be restrained, just say it!"

"Say it quickly!"

Except for a few old luthiers who kept laughing, most people were furious.

Fang Yun looked around helplessly at these old luther masters and said: "Dear gentlemen! I know that you have studied qin all your life, but any one of you can be famous in Yuhai Mansion, and a few of you are even famous in the entire Shengyuan Continent, with such a status Gao, why are you in such a hurry! Let’s talk slowly.”

"Tell me slowly, can you learn new fingerings and new music? Let's talk about serious matters! Where is the remaining score?"

All the old luthiers looked at Fang Yun eagerly.

Fang Yun spread his hands and said: "The broken score is too broken. I just finished reading it and it was completely broken."

"What a pity! What a pity!"

"It's so painful that such a big thing will never see the light of day!"

Several old luthiers beat their chests and beat their feet, almost crying.

"Then write out the music score." said an old man.

"That music score is very complicated. I can't remember many aspects clearly. I'm slowly recalling it, writing down bits and pieces, and then slowly completing it. If you ask me to write it now, there will inevitably be various omissions." Fang Yun said.

"You..." The old luthiers were speechless. Fang Yun was right. He was not a Jinshi, so he couldn't have a photographic memory.

Fang Yun smiled slightly and said: "So, please allow me to think more, gentlemen, and I will write down as much as I can come up with and improve for you to read. If there is anything I don't understand, I will ask you for advice. how?"

"What...what if you lie to us?"

An old luthier immediately said displeased: "Since Li Wenying is optimistic about fortune, there must be no problem!"

"Fang Yun's character is absolutely fine. He knew clearly that King Jiao wanted to kill him, but he dared to face King Jiao directly at the Zhiluo Poetry Association. Someone with such a heart would not lie to us."

"I estimate that in this kid's eyes, the holy way is first, poetry is second, calligraphy is third, and Qin Dao is probably only fourth. He doesn't care at all, and he doesn't hide it."

"Yes, yes."

Fang Yun said: "Since everyone trusts me, I will take my time. Every half a month, I will either bring out the incomplete score I recalled, or bring out the perfect score and fingering I deduced. How about that?"

The old musicians looked at each other, all suspecting that there was something else going on, but they couldn't say it directly at this time. If they angered Fang Yun, they would lose everything. It would be better to get new music scores or fingerings every half a month.

Soon, all the old musicians looked at Pan Hanlin. Mr. Sanjue was not there, so Pan Hanlin's attitude was the most important.

Pan Hanlin said: "No matter what, Fang Yun is willing to publish the fingering and music score, which is a great achievement. We should not be too greedy. Moreover, this "Liang Xiao Yin" alone is enough for us to study for a long time. Then as Fang Zhenguo said, we can wait."

"Lord Pan is right. After all, the incomplete score belongs to Fang Yun. How to deal with it is his business."

"Yes, yes, yes, Fang Banxiang, I was too impatient just now. I apologize to you."

Many old zither players realized that Fang Yun had an inside story, but it was also rude for them to be so eager to see the incomplete score, so they apologized one after another.

Fang Yun knew that these old zither masters had no ill intentions, so he smiled and said, "You are too polite, old gentlemen. Then I will explain this "Liang Xiao Yin" and the fingerings in it in detail?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Don't worry, Fang Maocai, we won't take away your credit. When the time comes, you can organize this "Liang Xiao Yin" and the fingerings. We will guarantee and witness for you. When you hand it over to Jianmei Gong, it will definitely be included in the "Sacred Dao". Although the zither is not as good as the classics and poems, the value of these fingerings and music scores is not less than Zhenguo!"

"When the complete zither score is completed, its value may be higher than Zhenguo." One person said.

Fang Yun has been silent all the time, knowing in his heart that what is in the strange book world is not a "fragmented score", but the crystallization of wisdom of the zither for thousands of years.

After all the old musicians calmed down, Fang Yun said, "Before I talk about the fingering, I want to ask, why did you all come here together as if we had made an appointment?"

The old musicians laughed, and one of them said, "Today there is a music meeting, which was supposed to discuss the future of music. One of my disciples talked about "Liang Xiao Yin". His wife and Mrs. Lai are close friends, and they live not far from your house. We asked his wife to send the music score to study and play, and found that not only the fingering is novel and in line with music, but also that "Liang Xiao Yin" itself is a masterpiece of a master, which is extremely extraordinary. After asking you clearly, we came together immediately. Look, many of us came with our music on our backs, ready to learn the fingering at your house."

"I see. Then I will talk about these fingerings, and I will go get my music." Fang Yun said and went back to the study, holding the music and coming to the living room, while Fang Daniu and the doorman carried the music stand behind.

One person said, "Huh? Isn't this the Zhendan? It has been around for four hundred years, so it can be collected. It's not appropriate to use it to play. Does Fang Yun want to teach with this piano?"

"Old Yao, don't you know about Fang Yun and the Cui family?"

"I don't know."

"Fang Yun was lucky and found that this Zhendan actually has a history of six hundred years, and it has been injected with talent three times, so he asked Mr. Cui to inject talent and got a four-layer Wenbao piano."

Almost all the zither players looked at Fang Yun with envy. Most of them had ordinary Juren Wenbao pianos or Jinshi Wenbao pianos. Fang Yun's Zhendan piano was even more valuable than ordinary Hanlin Wenbao pianos, which made people envious.

Putting the piano away, Fang Yun began to carefully explain the fingering that appeared in "Liangxiaoyin".

Just after talking for a quarter of an hour, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Fang Yun did not stop and continued to talk, and those old zither players did not care.

The zither masters here are at least scholars, and they are also very good at zither. Their ears are very sensitive. They can hear the conversation at the door. After listening to only a few sentences, they turned their heads in surprise. Fang Yun had to stop teaching and said, "Please wait a moment, everyone," and walked out in confusion.

Because everyone heard "Meng Family", and there is a Meng Family among the Bansheng Family.

Fang Yun walked and looked outside the door. Standing outside the door was a polite middle-aged man in white clothes. He was smiling and said, "Yes, it is the Mengsheng Family of Wu State. I hope to meet Fang Yun Fang Zhenguo."

The doorman turned around and saw Fang Yun coming towards him.

Fang Yun walked and smiled and said, "I am Fang Yun. I wonder what this Jinshi senior can do for you?"

The Jinshi bowed and smiled, "Wu State Jinshi Meng Linyu greets Fang Banxiang!"

"You are too polite, Jinshi. There are guests at home, so it is inconvenient to welcome you in. If you have something important, you can follow me to the study." Fang Yun said.

Meng Linyu restrained his smile and said seriously: "I have come from afar to discuss important matters with you."

"Please!" Fang Yun took Meng Linyu into the study.

The two sat down, and Fang Yun asked: "May I ask what is the matter, Brother Meng?"

"I heard that you bought a piece of fur on the Qixi Festival?"