Immortal Venerable Returns as a Daddy

Chapter 66 A song of lovesickness, a thousand years of love
Doesn't deserve to be called a mountain and flowing water?

As soon as this remark came out, everyone went into an uproar!

They all saw Zhou Jian's ability when they were in college. Zhou Jian once won the national guqin championship with this piece. If he is not worthy, I am afraid that no one in this world is worthy.

"Who is this person, so arrogant?"

"A kid who doesn't even understand music theory, is he not worthy of talking to Master Zhou here?"

"Yes, yes, just now Young Master Zhou said that he would not dare to compete with him, but now he says that Young Master Zhou is not worthy, this man is such a rascal."

"He just couldn't afford to lose. He said that because he saw that Young Master Zhou played better than him, and he couldn't hold back his face."

"I don't have any real talent, but I'm just pretending to be aggressive, I'm afraid I'm slapping myself in the face."

Zhou Jian suddenly seemed to have a huge stone pressing down on his heart, and raging anger burned in his heart. He shook hands with him but refused to shake hands, invited him to compete with him, and now he turned around and said that he was not worthy.

He didn't give himself face like this, even in front of Ye Wushuang, he couldn't bear the bad breath.

Zhou Jian stood up, glared at Li Mufeng and said, "You say I'm not worthy, but I want to ask, why am I not worthy?"

Although Li Mufeng is an immortal, but in terms of music theory, it doesn't mean whoever has the highest skill has the final say.

Just like back then, he was just a practitioner, and Emperor Wan Guqin was a great power in the world, but they could sing in harmony, cherish each other, and finally became friends of gentlemen.

Therefore, in terms of music theory, there is no level of strength, only the difference in realm.

"First, you are a high mountain and flowing water, 48 of the 32 strings are wrong, and none of the breaking, holding, wiping, picking, hooking, ticking, hitting, and picking are on the spot. Regardless of the composition, you play randomly!"

"Secondly, playing the piano pays attention to the state of mind, and the sound of the piano expresses the voice of the heart. Your piano sound is messy, and there is a sense of resentment everywhere. How can you play this piece well?"

"The third and most important point is that you don't understand this piece of music at all. This piece of music is supposed to express the sympathy between friends, but when it pops out of your hand, it is a courtship song full of desire. You say , do you play this piece?"

When Li Mufeng said this, everyone was a little surprised.

Although everyone didn't understand the song, but after careful recollection, the song was indeed a bit like what Li Mufeng said.

Li Mufeng was in the fairy world back then, not only relying on his strength, but also one of the reasons why many people were impressed by his talent.

Li Mufeng is proficient in everything, no matter it is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has high attainments.

That's why so many fairies fell in love with him at that time.

When Zhou Jian was told this by Li Mufeng, he immediately lost face. He is indeed not very proficient in this piece of music, but it will never be so unbearable.

Hearing what Li Mufeng said, he couldn't help it immediately, and immediately burst into a rage: "You say I'm not worthy? Then are you worthy?"

Li Mufeng looked at Zhou Jian indifferently, and said without sadness or joy: "I don't have such a state of mind at this time, and I am also unworthy."

As soon as this remark came out, the people in the audience burst into laughter.

"Look, let's lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot!"

"If you don't have the strength to pretend to be aggressive, ask for trouble!"

"That's how you have high eyes and low hands, and your own strength is not very good, so you have to forcefully slap your face."

Li Mufeng was not angry, he walked onto the stage slowly, and then sat down in front of Guqin.

He is chic and elegant, leisurely and contented, slowly stroking the strings with his hands, "The state of mind at this moment is just right for this guqin song!"

Guqin Yin is also known as Acacia.

A song full of lovesickness, half a pot of heart broken!

Thinking of all the search for Xu Ruoqing in the past 1000 years, lovesickness continued to grow.

1000 years of longing, all burst out at this moment.

Suddenly, the wonderful sound of the piano sounded instantly, and the chapters of the beautiful music, the notes like flowing water merged into a beautiful and moving piece of music in an instant.

Everyone was shocked, what kind of music is this, why is it so good?In an instant, Li Mufeng attracted all the attention.

I saw that he was intoxicated in the music, his fingertips were running on the strings, his eyes were closed, and his whole body was completely immersed in it.

The tune went from fast to slow, then stopped for a while, played three times intermittently, and then stopped again.It seems that the noisy crowd at night gradually dispersed.The lights went out one by one.The piano sounded again, soft and beautiful, like the slow breathing of the sleeping people.

Everyone was attracted by the wonderful music, and the audience fell silent instantly, and there was no more noisy sound.

The tune of the music is slightly higher, as if a night wind is blowing on the ground.The music is floating, it is the night wind blowing the willows, and the willow branches unfold the charming dance.It is the night wind blowing towards the rice fields, and the waves of the rice are undulating.

The lingering music is the night wind passing through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves whisper lightly.It was the night wind blowing towards the lake, the shy ripples of the lake, the melodious sound of the zither, and the moon slowly walking in the sky.The sound of the wind seemed to stop, and the night wind quietly stared at the beautiful moon.

The music suddenly became rapid, like Night Breeze's uncontrollable heartbeat.Bang bang.For a moment, it was the night wind circling up, rushing towards the bright moon.There was a slight sluggishness in the smooth music, but it was the mountain that blocked the way.

Leyin climbed over the high mountain, and then Leyin became a little more bound, it was the sentimental Yun'er, Night Breeze became impatient, broke away from Yun'er's embrace resolutely, and still ran towards the bright moon.

The tone rises and rises again until it reaches the highest tone and then pauses for one second.All of a sudden.It was the wind that lost its life, was exhausted, and fell to the earth.

Thousands of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, seem to flow into people's hearts at this moment.

Boom!
The sound of the wind disappears, the world returns to calm, the moon slowly recedes, and the sun dominates the entire sky arrogantly.

In the end, Leyin screamed, complaining like weeping, like the mist rising from the sky, or the teardrops shed by the grass.

clang--

With a loud noise, the music ended, and everyone woke up from the immersion.

At this time, everyone in the audience fell silent, and many people had tears of sadness in their eyes.

The corners of Ye Wushuang's eyes were filled with tears, she had been deeply immersed in the music and couldn't extricate herself.

Seeing her looking at this man affectionately, she suddenly had a feeling that she had known him thousands of years ago.

Li Mufeng also looked up, and the eyes of the two were intertwined.

"You came to see me?" Ye Wushuang was crying, she didn't know why she said this.

It seems that there are ghosts and gods in the depths of the heart, and it seems that it is the memory that has been sealed for thousands of years and burned deep in the soul.

But Li Mufeng knew that he saw another figure in Ye Wushuang's eyes, Li Mufeng looked at that figure affectionately,
"I finally saw you again, Ruoqing."

raise a glass of clear water
snowflakes

passing time
I have passed through the millennium
Just to meet you in the long river of time

race against the clock
Do not ask about sorrows and joys
Waiting for the south wind to pass
Three or two branches of peach blossoms
leave you alone

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(End of this chapter)