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A breeze blew by, and the bamboo leaves outside the window rustled.

The cottage was built entirely of green bamboo, even the tables, chairs and couches were made of bamboo.

As you step into the house, you will be greeted by a fresh bamboo scent. On the wall, a bamboo painting is particularly eye-catching. The bamboo is painted with thick ink and heavy colors, with sharp strokes and crisscrossing strokes. On the table, there is a zither and a flute.

Ren Yingying didn't say anything, her beautiful eyes were shining, and her gaze swept over Yi Huawei from time to time. Yi Huawei sat quietly on the bamboo chair, occasionally meeting her gaze, and responded with a smile. Several times, Ren Yingying looked away and no longer looked at him.

Soon, Green Bamboo Old Man came in carrying a ceramic teapot.

"Tea, please."

The Green Bamboo Old Man placed the teapot on the table, picked up a tea bowl also made of bamboo, and slowly poured out a bowl of clear green tea.

The tea soup is clear, the tea leaves stretch in the water, and emit waves of tempting tea fragrance.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu!"

Yi Huawei took the tea bowl and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

Green Bamboo Old Man glanced at Ren Yingying who was sitting beside him, with a look of inquiry in his eyes, and then asked, "Little friend, where did you get this music score? Can you tell me?"

Yi Huawei took a sip of tea, gently put down the tea bowl, and subconsciously tapped the table with his right hand a few times, as if thinking about how to answer. After a moment, he slowly said: "The two predecessors who wrote this song, one is good at playing the qin, and the other is good at playing the flute. The two of them became close friends and wrote this song together. Unfortunately, they encountered a disaster and died at the same time. Before they died, they handed this song to me and asked me to find a successor to prevent this song from being forgotten."

He paused, his eyes swept over Ren Yingying and Green Bamboo Mang's faces in turn, and then he said, "I just listened to the wonderful performance of the young lady on the zither and flute, and I am deeply grateful that this piece of music has found its true master. I ask the young lady to accept this score, and I will not disappoint the person who wrote this piece of music, and I have fulfilled his wish."

As he spoke, he presented the music score to Green Bamboo Old Man.

But Green Bamboo Old Man did not reach out to take it immediately. Instead, he slightly tilted his head and turned his gaze to Ren Yingying, as if waiting for her signal.

Ren Yingying's lips slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and her beautiful eyes curved into two crescents under her veil: "Sir, you are so kind and generous to give us a wonderful song. We would be disrespectful to refuse it and feel ashamed to accept it. I just wonder if you can tell me the names of the two senior composers?"

Yi Huawei smiled slightly, with a complicated look in his eyes: "This matter is not convenient to tell outsiders. But the girl has extraordinary skills. If you want to fulfill the last wish of the owner of the piano and flute score, it must fall on you. The two predecessors who composed the music are Liu Zhengfeng of Hengshan School and Qu Yang of the Demon Sect."

"what!"

Ren Yingying couldn't help but exclaim softly, leaning forward slightly with a look of astonishment on her face: "So it was them two."

Yi Huawei glanced at her meaningfully, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before he asked, "Miss, do you recognize Liu Qu and the other two?"

Ren Yingying did not answer directly. She lowered her head slightly, gently stroked the corner of her clothes with her right hand, and pondered for a while before slowly saying, "Liu Zhengfeng is a master of the Hengshan Sect, while Qu Yang is an elder of the Demon Sect. The two sides are enemies for generations, so how could they write this song together? The reason behind this is really hard to understand."

Yi Huawei nodded, as if he had anticipated her reaction. He picked up the tea bowl, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then began to tell the story.

He told the truth about how Liu Zhengfeng retired from the sect, how Songshan Sect's left leader issued an order to stop them, how Liu and Qu were hit by Zuo Lengchan's palm power, how they played together in the wilderness, and how they entrusted him to find a soulmate to pass on the music to before their death. He only omitted the part where he repelled Zuo Lengchan and accepted Qu Feiyan as his disciple.

Ren Yingying said nothing as she listened to Yi Huawei slowly telling the story of Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang.

After listening, Ren Yingying hummed softly, raised her fair fingers slightly, and plucked the strings in front of her.

The sound of the zither sounded again, this time, the tune was gentle and soothing, like ripples on a quiet lake. At first, the sound was like a person sighing softly in the quiet night, with a hint of unspeakable melancholy. Then, the notes were like gurgling water, just like the morning dew quietly moistening the delicate petals, and like the gentle morning breeze, slowly blowing over the tender green willow branches, with a touch of tenderness.

After a long time, the sound of the piano gradually stopped, but the lingering sound still echoed in the small house.

Ren Yingying looked up and saw that Yi Huawei was still full of energy, with no sign of fatigue from the long story and the melodious piano music. A hint of surprise flashed across her beautiful eyes. She stared at Yi Huawei quietly for a moment before asking softly, "How is your piano skill? Can you play a song for me?"

Yi Huawei shook his head gently, with a gentle smile on his face: "I have never learned it before, and I know nothing about it. It is really presumptuous for me to learn such advanced piano skills from you. I am sorry to bother you for a long time, and now I will take my leave."

Ren Yingying nodded slightly and said, "Take care, sir. I am so ashamed to thank you for giving me this wonderful piece of music. My dear nephew Luzhu, you will teach Yi Jun how to play the zither tomorrow. If he has the patience and can stay in Luoyang for a long time, then... then I will teach him this piece of music, "The Pure Heart and Universal Good Mantra", which is also fine."

In the last two sentences, her voice became increasingly faint, almost inaudible, as if she was afraid of being heard by others.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Yi Huawei came to the bamboo house in the alley.

Green Bamboo Old Man had been waiting in the house for a long time. When he saw Yi Huawei coming, he smiled kindly. He carefully took out a Jiaowei Tongqin, the body of which had an ancient luster and the texture was clearly visible. It was obvious at a glance that it was a rare and fine product.

Green Bamboo Old Man sat down and began to teach him the musical scale patiently: "The twelve musical scales are Huangzhong, Dalu, Taichu, Jiazhong, Guxi, Zhonglu, Ruibin, Linzhong, Yize, Nanlu, Wushe, and Yingzhong. This has existed since ancient times. It is said that the Yellow Emperor ordered Linglun to make the scales, and he made the twelve musical scales after hearing the cry of the phoenix. The Yaoqin has seven strings, with five notes: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu. The first string is Huangzhong, and the third string is Gongdiao. The five tunes are Manjiao, Qingshang, Gongdiao, Mangong, and Ruibindiao."

As he spoke, he gently plucked the strings with his fingers, demonstrating the sound of different melodies and explaining them in detail one by one.

Although Yi Huawei knew nothing about music, he was very intelligent and understood everything Green Bamboo Old Man explained. Green Bamboo Old Man was very happy to see that he was so smart, and immediately taught him fingering and taught him to try playing a very short piece "Bi Xiao Yin".

After learning it several times, Yi Huawei began to try to play it. His fingers moved on the strings a little unfamiliarly, and although a few notes were not accurate, the melody he played had a sense of openness like a blue sky with no clouds in sight.

When the song ended, Ren Yingying was listening quietly in the next room. At this moment, she sighed softly: "Mr. Yi, you are so good at playing the zither, you will probably be able to learn the "Pure Heart and Universal Good Mantra" soon."

Green Bamboo Old Man nodded and praised: "Aunt, Brother Yi is just a beginner today, but when he played the song "Bi Xiao Yin", the imagery in the zither was higher than that of my nephew. The zither is the voice of the heart, I think it is because he is open-minded."

Yi Huawei immediately bowed his hands and thanked her humbly, "Thank you for your compliment, senior. I don't know when I can play the song "Swordsman" as well as you can."

Ren Yingying couldn't help but exclaimed when she heard this: "You... you also want to play the song "Swordsman"?"

Yi Huawei bowed again and said, "I heard the young lady's elegant performance of the zither and flute yesterday and was very envious. Of course, that was wishful thinking. Even Senior Luzhu couldn't play, so how could I be as good as her?"

Ren Yingying remained silent for a long while before she whispered, "It would be great if you could play the piano..."

As she spoke, her voice gradually became lower, followed by a soft sigh, which seemed to contain endless worries. For more than 20 days thereafter, Yi Huawei came to the bamboo house in the alley early in the morning to learn the piano. He also had lunch at Green Bamboo's place. Although it was just simple vegetables and tofu, he ate it with relish. The wine prepared by Green Bamboo was of the best quality, and he knew a lot about wine. He could not only understand the origin of the world's fine wines, but also the year and place of origin. He could tell the difference just by tasting it.

Unfortunately, Yi Huawei had no interest in wine. He just listened to Green Bamboo Old Man's stories about wine as a story.

As the days passed, Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying became more familiar with each other.

A few days, Green Bamboo Master went out to sell bamboo articles, so Ren Yingying taught Yi Huawei through the bamboo curtain. Later, Green Bamboo Master often could not answer the various problems Yi Huawei encountered in playing the zither, and Ren Yingying had to teach him in person.

Despite this, Yi Huawei never saw Ren Yingying's true face. She always wore a veil and he could only hear her voice but never see her.

On this day, Ren Yingying taught Yi Huawei a song called "Something to Think About".

This is an ancient song from the Han Dynasty with a gentle rhythm and a melody full of longing and affection.

Ren Yingying played the piano first, and the sound was like weeping and complaining, as if telling a story of unforgettable lovesickness. Yi Huawei listened quietly, his eyes fixed on Ren Yingying's fingers plucking the strings, afraid of missing any details.

After listening to it several times, Yi Huawei played the piano according to the instructions.

His fingers moved slowly on the strings. At first, they were a little awkward, but gradually, he was immersed in the mood of the song. Unconsciously, he thought of the women he had met in the previous worlds. Those gentle, fierce, or affectionate faces appeared in his mind one by one. His thoughts gradually drifted away, and his fingers stopped unconsciously.

After a long time, he let out a slight sigh, and that sigh was filled with memories and emotion about the past.

Ren Yingying heard the sigh behind the curtain and was slightly moved. After a moment of silence, she asked softly, "Mr. Yi, why are you sighing? But what's the difficulty of this piece of music?"

Yi Huawei came back to his senses and said awkwardly, "Miss, there is nothing difficult. It's just that when I was playing just now, I thought of some past events and was distracted for a moment. I hope you won't blame me."

Ren Yingying said "hmm" softly, and didn't ask any more questions. She just played "Something to Think About" again.

Yi Huawei calmed down and played again. This time, he added his own emotions to the music. Although his skills were still immature, his sincere emotions made the music more moving. Ren Yingying listened behind the curtain and nodded slightly, with a little more appreciation for Yi Huawei's piano skills.

Time flies, and a few days have passed. Yi Huawei's piano skills have made great progress under Ren Yingying's careful teaching. On this day, Green Bamboo Old Man came back from an outing and brought back some fresh bamboo. He enthusiastically shared his experiences on the road with Yi Huawei, and Ren Yingying also listened quietly beside him.

With a thought in mind, Yi Huawei suddenly stood up, bowed in the direction of Ren Yingying and said, "Miss, thanks to your careful teaching these days, my piano skills have improved so much. I would like to ask you to play the song "Swordsman" with me. I wonder if you would agree?"

Ren Yingying paused for a moment after hearing this, and remained silent for a long time. Under her veil, her eyes flickered slightly, as if she was thinking about something. After a moment, she said softly:

"Mr. Yi, although this piece of music is wonderful, it is extremely difficult to play together. Have you really considered it?"

Yi Huawei nodded: "Don't worry, young lady. I will do my best and live up to your expectations."

Ren Yingying said nothing more, but stood up gently, walked to the Yaoqin and sat down. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the strings, as if communicating with the qin. Then she turned to look at Yi Huawei, and her voice was soft but full of expectation: "In that case, let's start."

Yi Huawei took a deep breath, picked up the flute, and got into position. His eyes fell on Ren Yingying's fingers, waiting for her to play the first sound.

Ren Yingying closed her eyes slightly and adjusted her breathing. After a moment, her fingers gently plucked the strings and played the first note.

The notes were clear and melodious, like the first cry of a bird in the woods in the early morning, breaking the tranquility of the cottage.

When Yi Huawei heard the music, he immediately followed suit and played the flute. The sound of the flute was deep and melodious, echoing the music of the piano.

At first, the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute were like two independent streams, flowing independently, yet vaguely connected.

Ren Yingying's fingers moved quickly on the strings, and the sound of the piano became more passionate. Yi Huawei was not to be outdone, and the sound of the flute became even louder. The sound of the piano and the flute intertwined, like two rushing rivers, colliding with each other and splashing layers of waves.

Ren Yingying's face showed a focused expression, her eyes fixed on the strings, as if the whole world was only her and the piano in her hands. As the performance continued, her body began to sway gently, as if driven by the power of music. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Yi Huawei played the bamboo flute while looking at Ren Yingying. Seeing her intoxicated look, his fingers flexibly pressed on the holes of the flute, and the sound of the flute was sometimes like a storm and sometimes like a drizzle, which matched the sound of the piano perfectly.

The sound of the zither became rapid and powerful, like a thousand horses galloping past. The sound of the flute also reached its climax, with a high and loud sound, as if it was about to break through the clouds. The sound of the zither and the flute merged into one, filling the entire little house.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Ren Yingying's forehead, but she had no intention of stopping at all, and her fingers were still moving quickly on the strings.

As the last note fell, the sounds of the piano and the flute gradually faded away.

The small house was completely silent, with only the slight breathing sounds of the three people.

Ren Yingying slowly opened her eyes and looked at Yi Huawei, her eyes full of admiration: "Mr. Yi, I didn't expect you to have made such great progress. Today's ensemble was really enjoyable."

Yi Huawei put down the flute and said with a smile: "This is all thanks to the young lady's teaching. Without the young lady, I would not be able to complete this ensemble."

Ren Yingying shook her head gently: "This is the result of your own efforts. Today's song "Swordsman" made me feel a different kind of pride."

The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere became particularly harmonious.

Green Bamboo Elder couldn't help but applaud: "Good, good! The ensemble you two played together is truly unique."

Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying began to discuss the details of the ensemble. Ren Yingying gradually became more talkative, no longer as reserved as before, and had a very pleasant conversation with Yi Huawei.

Before I knew it, the sky was getting dark.

Yi Huawei stood up and said goodbye, feeling a little more joyful in his heart. Today's duet with Ren Yingying not only further improved his piano skills, but also made the relationship between him and Ren Yingying closer.

(End of this chapter)