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The next morning, when it was just daybreak and the first ray of sunlight had not yet completely penetrated the clouds, Yi Huawei had already stood up, put on the Ningbi sword on his back, and walked towards the direction of East City.

Along the way, Luoyang City gradually woke up from its slumber.

The shops along the street opened their doors one after another, and the shop assistants began to busy themselves with sorting out the goods, preparing for a new day of business. The breakfast vendors shouted, and the steaming buns and fried dough sticks exuded an enticing aroma.

He walked through several narrow alleys, which were filled with a faint smell of fireworks. The walls were covered with moss, and the stone pavement was uneven due to the wear and tear of the years. Occasionally, there were a few houses with their doors half-closed, and he could hear soft whispers coming from inside. As he went deeper, the noise gradually faded away, and a different kind of tranquility quietly enveloped him.

Finally, at the end of an alley, Yi Huawei's eyes suddenly opened up and a large green bamboo grove came into view.

The slender green bamboos sway gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds. The bamboos are arranged in an orderly manner with their branches and leaves intertwined, forming a natural green barrier that isolates the outside world from disturbances.

Yi Huawei thought to himself, this must be the place.

A melodious sound of piano came from the room, like a clear spring flowing in this quiet alley.

Yi Huawei slowed down his pace, listened quietly for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "This old man Green Bamboo really knows how to enjoy a peaceful life!"

Just as he was sighing, a string suddenly broke with a clang, and the sound of the zither stopped. Then, an old voice came from deep in the bamboo grove: "Dear guest, I am sorry to see my humble abode. I wonder if you have any advice for me."

Although the voice is old, it is full of energy and has a sense of freedom and casualness.

After hearing this, Yi Huawei walked towards the source of the sound without any hurry. When he reached the door, he straightened his clothes and said in a clear voice: "Mr. Zhu, I have a book of zither and flute music that I would like you to identify."

Green Bamboo Old Man's voice came out again: "You have piano and flute scores that you want me to appraise? Hehe, you think too highly of the old bamboo craftsman."

There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but also a hint of curiosity.

Yi Huawei smiled and pushed the door open and walked in.

I saw an old man with a hunched body and sparse hair sitting on an ancient bamboo chair. In front of him was an equally old seven-stringed zither, one of the strings of which was broken and hanging loosely to the side. The old man was wearing a coarse linen shirt that had been washed a little bleached, with some bamboo shavings on the corners. His hair was as white as snow, casually tied behind his head, with a few strands of hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks. His face was covered with wrinkles of the years, but his eyes were bright and energetic, revealing a kind of open-mindedness and wisdom after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

When Green Bamboo Old Man saw Yi Huawei coming in, he did not stand up. He just raised his head slightly, looked him up and down, and said with a faint smile on his face, "Young man, where did you get these piano and flute scores?"

"Junior Yi Huawei, I pay my respects to Senior Zhu Weng!"

Yi Huawei walked forward, took out the piano and flute score of "Swordsman" from his arms, held it in both hands and handed it to the old man, saying: "Master Zhu, I got this by chance, but I only have a vague understanding of music. I heard that Master Zhu has profound attainments in this area, so I took the liberty to come here. I hope Master Zhu will teach me."

Green Bamboo Old Man took the piano and flute scores, placed them on his knees, slowly opened them, and gently stroked the yellowed pages with his fingers. Suddenly, he let out a light exclamation, frowned slightly, and then relaxed his brows, as if he had found something that interested him in the piano score.

Yi Huawei stood aside, quietly watching the Green Bamboo Old Man, his eyes fell on the old man's hands, which were covered with calluses, and there were still some bamboo strands between the nails, which showed that he had been dealing with bamboo for many years. But at this moment, when these hands were turning the music score, they seemed particularly gentle and delicate, as if they were treating the most precious treasure in the world.

"Well, this music score is interesting."

Green Bamboo Elder suddenly spoke up: "From the arrangement of the fingering and the direction of the melody, it seems to be the work of a master. However, there are some parts that are a bit strange and do not seem to be consistent with traditional qin theory."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Yi Huawei, with a questioning look in his eyes.

After hearing this, Yi Huawei was moved: "Mr. Zhu, I have had this doubt before. When I was reading this music score, I always felt that some parts were difficult to understand. I hope Mr. Zhu can help me solve the doubt."

Green Bamboo Elder smiled, pointed to another bamboo chair next to him, and said, "Young man, sit down and talk."

Yi Huawei thanked him, sat down on the bamboo chair, leaned forward slightly, and watched the Green Bamboo Old Man playing the strings of his zither. A melodious sound of the zither floated out, and the notes slowly spread in this quiet Green Bamboo Alley.

Yi Huawei stood quietly by the side, listening for a moment, listening to this familiar tune, his expression gradually showed a trace of complex emotions. This was exactly the tune Liu Zhengfeng played that day. Recalling Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang's self-severance of their heart pulses, he lowered his head slightly, and his lips unconsciously pursed.

The old man was immersed in the sound of the zither, sitting on a bamboo chair, his body swaying gently with the sound of the zither. However, not long after playing, the situation suddenly changed. Suddenly, the sound of the zither rose without warning, getting louder and louder, and the sound was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the quiet air. Then, with a crisp sound, a string could not bear the weight and suddenly broke.

Green Bamboo Old Man's brows also slightly frowned. But he did not stop, instead his hand speed increased a bit, and the sound of the zither continued to rise. After a few notes higher, there was a clang, and another string broke.

Green Bamboo Old Man exclaimed, "Eh!", his eyes full of confusion, and said, "This music score is so strange, it's hard to understand."

Gently stroking the broken guqin in his hand, his fingers gently caressed the broken string. After a short pause, Green Bamboo Old Man looked at Yi Huawei and said, "Let me try this flute score."

As he spoke, he picked up a jade flute from the table and began to play it softly.

At first, the sound of the flute was melodious and pleasant, like the gurgling of water, with lingering emotions. Gradually, the sound of the flute began to change, becoming lower and lower, and the sound became weaker and weaker, almost inaudible.

Green Bamboo Old Man frowned even more, his cheeks bulged slightly, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. But after playing a few more notes, the sound of the flute suddenly became hoarse and unpleasant, making a strange sound of waves.

Green Bamboo Old Man sighed helplessly, put down the jade flute in his hand, looked at Yi Huawei and said: "Young man, how can you play such a low note? This piano score and flute score may not be fake, but the person who composed the music is deliberately making things mysterious and playing a joke on people. You go back and let me think about it carefully."

Yi Huawei nodded slightly and was about to respond when suddenly, a gentle sound of footsteps came from inside the house. He turned his head subconsciously and saw a woman in a cyan dress slowly walking out of the room. The cyan dress swayed gently with her steps, like a flowing lake. The dress was soft in texture and embroidered with delicate bamboo patterns. Every stitch and thread was extremely delicate, and it shone with a faint luster under the sunlight.

The woman wore a light blue hat, and underneath it was a thin veil that covered her face. One could only vaguely see the outline of her eyebrows and eyes. Her curved eyebrows were like crescents, her eyes were deep and bright, her figure was graceful, her steps were light, her hands were folded in front of her, her fingers were slender, her nails were neatly trimmed, and they were light pink. Green Bamboo Old Man looked up, quickly stood up, and said with a respectful look on his face:
"Aunt, why did you come out?"

The woman did not answer immediately. She walked lightly to Yi Huawei and looked at him curiously for a while before turning to look at Green Bamboo Old Man. She said softly, "I just heard the sound of the zither and flute in the house. I was so curious that I couldn't help but come out to take a look."

The sound is like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp and pleasant, with a hint of ethereality.

As he spoke, he took the music score from Green Bamboo Old Man and started reading it.

Haha~, it’s here as expected, so I don’t have to look for it again.

Yi Huawei looked at Ren Yingying and cupped his hands:

"My name is Yi Huawei. I am sorry for coming here today. This music for the zither and flute is really strange. I hope you can give me some pointers."

Looking away from the music score, Ren Yingying shook her head slightly and said, "I only have a basic understanding of music, so I may not be able to help you. But this music score is so unique that it has piqued my interest."

As he spoke, he slowly walked to the guqin, stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked the broken guqin. His fingers gently stroked the strings, and he turned to look at Green Bamboo Old Man: "Bring me my guqin."

"Yes!"

Green Bamboo Old Man responded and hurried into the house. After a while, he came out holding a guqin. After placing it on the wooden table, he looked at the woman with concern in his eyes: "Aunt, this music score is very strange, you'd better be careful."

Ren Yingying smiled gently, her eyes curved into teeth under the veil, but her tone was old-fashioned: "Don't worry, nephew Zhu, I know what to do."

As she spoke, she walked lightly to the piano table, placed her fingers lightly on the strings, and plucked the strings lightly, causing the sound of the strings to ring out.

At first, the tune she played was exactly the same as the Green Bamboo Old Man's previous performance. The sound of the piano floated in the air, causing the surrounding green bamboos to tremble slightly, responding to the beautiful melody.

Yi Huawei sat quietly by the side, staring at Yingying intently. Compared with Qu Yang's playing, Ren Yingying's performance had a different flavor.

The sound of the piano gradually rose, turning higher and higher, and each note seemed to be climbing a peak, but it was as if it was walking on a flat ground, lifting a heavy weight with ease, and soaring up effortlessly. Yi Huawei's heart moved, he vaguely remembered that this was the piano music he heard from Qu Yang that night, but it was subtly different.

Sometimes the tempo of this song speeds up, like thousands of troops galloping, majestic and passionate; sometimes it slows down, like a spring breeze, gentle and elegant, caressing people's hearts.

Although Yi Huawei only had a partial understanding of music theory, he could truly feel that although the tune played by Yingying and Qu Yang was the same, the meaning was completely different. The tune played by Yingying was peaceful and moderate, making people indulge in the beauty of the music itself and feel the pure beauty of the melody, but it did not have the kind of excitement that made people's blood boil when playing by Qu Yang.

The performance lasted for a long time, and the sound of the piano gradually slowed down and became fainter and fainter, almost inaudible.

Just when the sound of the guqin seemed to stop, Yingying gently put down the guqin, raised her jade hand, took out the slender jade flute from her waist, and played it softly.

The sound of the flute began, first circling and melodiously, and then gradually became stronger.

The sound of the flute was clear and pleasant, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes soft, sometimes loud. When it reached its lowest point, the sound of the flute circled a few times before sinking again. Although it was extremely low and thin, each syllable was still clearly audible.

As the sound of the flute continued, a few crisp and short notes occasionally jumped out of the bass, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the morning, and like stars twinkling in the night sky, rising and falling. The complex sounds gradually increased, at first like the splashing of spring water in the mountains, the splashing of water, crisp and lively; then like the blooming of flowers in spring, the flowers competing for beauty, the flowers clustered together, and the lively atmosphere. What's more amazing is that the sound of the flute is also mixed with the occasional chirping of birds. The birds seem to be attracted by this wonderful music, singing in harmony with each other, forming a vibrant natural picture.

However, as time went by, the sound of the flute gradually changed. The birds gradually left, the prosperity of spring gradually faded, the flowers withered, and only silence remained. Then, it seemed that the sound of rain could be heard, with a hint of desolate and murderous breath. The drizzle was continuous, sometimes there and sometimes not, gently knocking on people's hearts. In the end, everything returned to peace, everything was silent, and the whole world was immersed in the beauty of this lingering sound.

Yi Huawei slowly stood up and said with a bow, "Girl, this song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world? Your piano and flute skills really open my eyes."

Ren Yingying gently put down her hands, raised her head, and smiled under her veil. She said, "Although this music score is strange, it is not without rules. It's just that some parts require special fingering and techniques to play."

Green Bamboo Elder said in amazement: "Aunt, you can actually play this strange music score, it's really amazing."

Ren Yingying shook her head slightly and said:

"I just happened to find a little trick by chance."

Then he looked at Yi Huawei and said, "Sir, since you brought these piano and flute scores, I believe you have a connection with them. Why don't you stay here for a while so we can study them together?"

Yi Huawei was naturally very happy. He immediately said, "That's great. Sorry to bother you, Miss and Mr. Zhu."

The woman bowed slightly in return and said, "You are too polite, sir. In that case, please follow me and I will have someone arrange accommodation for you."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the house. Yi Huawei and Green Bamboo Old Man looked at each other, then followed the woman into the house.

The room was decorated in a simple and elegant manner. A simple wooden table was placed in the middle of the room, with brushes, inkstones, and paper on it. There were several paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, all of which were of bamboos, with delicate brushwork and lifelike appearance. The woman walked to the table, sat down gently, and said, "Nephew Zhu, please prepare some tea."

Green Bamboo Old Man responded, turned around and walked out.

(End of this chapter)