I saw——
When Feng Yun's fingers crossed the strings, beautiful notes continued to rise from the body of the piano like diffuse clouds.
With the curling sound of the piano, the heaven and the earth are singing together.
All the musical instruments in the palace moved accordingly, no one was playing.
The music containing the rhyme of the Tao, along with the layers of waves, pushed out Feng Yun's profound Tao, turning it into a wind of clouds and mist, flowing towards everyone.
The people present were in a state of intoxication, being led into a hazy state by this young but unconventional piano skill. The things they looked at were like moving around the world——
Like a farmer working in a spring field, he bends his waist to plant seedlings.
It's like a boat traveling on the water in the summer rain, with poles and a solitary raincoat.
Like a sickle plucking in the autumn wind, smiling and sweating.
…
Feng Yun used Xuanmen's method of observing the world and through the sound of the piano, brought all the scholar-bureaucrats in the palace into the most simple place in the world, allowing them to feel the purity of humanity...
Even though Feng Yun had finished playing the song, everyone was still immersed in the beautiful Taoist rhyme and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.
And this cloud-like music lingered among the beams of the Chu palace.
After a long time, Marquis Zeng, who was sitting on the table, finally woke up.
The aura on his body was faintly rising, which seemed to be caused by the sound of the piano.
Ritual and music, this is the way of Marquis Zeng.
Today, Feng Yun first added Marquis Zeng's courtesy, and then added Marquis Zeng's happiness.
"The sound of nature is endless, and the lingering sound lingers in the air!"
Marquis Zeng's sigh also made everyone at the table wake up.
But sporadicly, many scholar-bureaucrats had aura changes, which showed that they were affected by Xuan Dao. The most prominent one was behind Feng Yun.
"Buzz!"
Qu Yuan had heard that Feng Yun was discussing Taoism with Lao Tzu earlier, and he had a vague idea of the instrument that gave birth to his destiny. Now when he heard about Xuan Dao again, the instrument in his heart became more and more solid, and he looked at it lightly, like a slender guqin.
In addition to Qu Yuan, there is also Zhuang Zhou beside him. He has a hazy aura and great achievements.
Seeing this, Marquis Zeng praised again: "Fengzi is generous in teaching and beautifying everyone. He has a great heart and is virtuous and virtuous."
Feng Yun smiled and said nothing in response to this compliment.
Earlier I asked him whether he wanted to practice this way alone or spread it to the world.
Feng Yun never hesitated, he didn't want to be alone.
At this time, music was used to spread the mysteries and was never kept privately.
"Fengzi, this harp has no name." Marquis Zeng raised his head and looked at the beams above the palace. The Taoist charm still lingered for a long time.
"If not, let's call it "Zhao Liang" to show the virtue of today."
As he said this, Marquis Zeng looked at the piano in Feng Yun's hand, feeling a little regretful.
Because at this time, this Qin Sutra is probably famous, and it will become a famous Qin. It will be comparable to the instrument of destiny, and it will transform into gods.
There were not many such existences even in his inventory, and he felt a little reluctant to leave them at this time.
"The Qin was given by Marquis Zeng, so let's call it Yaoliang." Feng Yun responded, unaware of the name Yaoliang.
What's more...
Wandering around the beam, the lingering sound lingers around the beam.
It's quite an allusion.
"Hmm..." Zeng Hou nodded and stopped looking at the Yaoliang Qin.
"Congratulations to Fengzi, you got a great piano."
"Fengzi's piano skills are many novelties. What a great virtue and gift."
Many people who had gained something from Xuan Dao paid compliments to Feng Yun. Feng Yun sat back with a smile and did not refute these people's dignity, but returned the compliments one by one.
Not long after, Marquis Zeng said: "Today, Fengzi's etiquette and music have taken precedence, so I should also fulfill the etiquette of a landlord."
"Come here, let me show you the elegant music created by the power of Zeng Guo!"
Zeng Hou stood up and shouted.
Elegant pleasure?
In the hall, the scholar-bureaucrats from various countries were all surprised. There was no elegant music in the ritual and music gatherings held a few years ago.
Behind Feng Yun, Shen Yinhua didn't know why, but he leaned forward and said to Feng Yun: "Fengzi, this elegant bell is made of copper from Chu State."
"Bronze from Chu State?"
Feng Yun was surprised.
While he was talking, with the sound of difficult footsteps, a group of armored soldiers came to the center of the hall carrying shelves with large clocks hanging on them.
There are three rows, big below and small above.
Red lacquer, gold and copper, the golden light shines between the candlelight in the temple.
Many musicians and dancers came quickly and stood under the huge musical instruments in preparation for Marquis Zeng's order.
Elegant music - chimes!
At first, the copper was purple and red, showing gold, and then it became the color of gold and copper.
If it is not used, it will only develop bronze rust in a few years.
Looking at the luster, they should be newly cast.
Many scholar-bureaucrats were eager to move forward, looking at the chime bells that filled the entire hall, and wanted to come forward and observe.
Seeing this, Marquis Zeng laughed on the stage.
"You can take a closer look. There are thousands of words on it, which are a book about the etiquette and music of the Zeng Kingdom."
Many scholar-bureaucrats heard this and came forward to watch the ceremony.
Feng Yun looked at it and saw that there were so many people at this time that it was crowded, so he asked Shen Yinhua: "What is the copper of Chu State?"
Qu Yuan and Zhuang Zhou also looked at him.
Shen Yinhua looked helpless and whispered: "Marquis Zeng wanted to find copper mines, and Yangyue had the most copper, so he was ready to exchange grain and cloth for it. But before that, the King of Chu and the dignitaries of Chu State raised copper mines and quietly gave away copper from Chu State. …I’m afraid that’s what made this artifact.”
Looking at the chimes, Shen Yinhua shook his head and stood up.
"Feng Yun, I have to take the two princesses to see Daya first."
After that, he took Mi Yue and Mi Shu with him.
At this time, Qu Yuan's face turned red and he was silent. When he looked at the chimes again, he felt speechless and dumbfounded for a long time.
This is clearly a flattering gesture!
Feng Yun thought for a moment and stood up.
"Come on, have you ever seen such a chime? Just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that it is a national instrument. If it is played, I don't know what the sound is."
Feng Yun patted Qu Yuan's shoulder, and Qu Yuan suddenly followed him. He and Zhuang Zhou followed Feng Yun to the side of the chimes.
"Fengzi." A musician holding a bell and hammer came forward and introduced Feng Yun: "The upper level is the button, the middle level is the Yong, and the lower level is the Bo. They are arranged according to the timbre and rhythm."
"The beams of the bell frame are made of wood and decorated with red paint..."
The musician introduced it and Feng Yun praised it.
"The place where rituals and music are flourishing is well-deserved. This chime is probably the most important one of the Zeng Kingdom."
Hearing the sound, the musician was happy.
After Feng Yun finished observing, he took Qu Yuan and Zhuang Zhou back to sit down.
Zhuang Zhou asked: "How much copper does it take to cast this?"
Feng Yunmu's chime, thinking.
"If measured by Chu, the bell and its decorative base should weigh ten thousand kilograms of copper."
"Ten thousand catties?" Zhuang Zhou's eyes flashed with confusion, but then he felt nothing.
He whispered: "Ten thousand catties is ten thousand gold. No matter how shocking the sound is, it is still too extravagant."
One gold is roughly worth fifty shell coins.
Its fifty shellfish coins are the price of a piece of fine cloth on the market.
"Ten thousand pieces of fine cloth." Qu Yuan murmured: "Chu has a population of one million, and its cloth women are weavers. It takes two and three months to weave one piece of fine cloth, not counting the number of silks."
Qu Yuan covered his eyebrows, his anger rising.
For the first time, he thought that Chu State was flattering Zeng State.
Shen Yinhua on the side looked at it and sighed without saying a word.
Feng Yun was still looking at the chime.
Zeng Houyi's chime bell, whose fame will be great in later generations, is about to play the sound of the world in front of Feng Yun.
"Play "Human Dance"!"
When Marquis Zeng saw that everyone was watching the chimes, he ordered them with joy.
"Boom!"
The sound of chimes is as vast as the sound of a deep mountain, so powerful that it directly touches the heart.
"Yuan, how is this fun?"
In the gap, Feng Yun looked at the chimes and dancers without changing his eyes, and asked Qu Yuan in a low voice.
Qu Yuan did not dare to look at the chime bell, which was obtained through the hard work of countless Chu people. He lowered his head, secretly covered his eyes with his sleeves, and sobbed: "The sound is loud and clear, like the light of the gods..."
"If a god looks at it, he may only see the lamentations of countless Chu people."
"The beauty of human beings, why does it need such heavy instruments to sing? A dead tree or a piece of orchid can also produce the sound of mountains and flowing water."
Feng Yun nodded.
"This is desire."
"If you have few desires to support people, you can't support the human race."
"Only desire can make people do incredible things."
"Listen, isn't this kind of sound the progress of the human race in terms of music, even if it comes out of desire." Looking at Marquis Zeng who looked at the chimes with joy, Feng Yun had no disdain or criticism.
"The inheritance of the human race was born out of desire..."
"Because people need it, there is creation, and in creation, there are a variety of choices."
"After the choice, there is abandonment and survival, and continuation... This goes back and forth, endlessly. As the years accumulate, the world in which the human race exists becomes more and more full."
Hearing this, Qu Yuan couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Fengzi, are you going to destroy people just because they are full?"
Zhuang Zhou also listened closely.
At this time, it seemed that the sound of the chimes could no longer reach the ears of Zhuang Zhou and Qu Yuan.
Feng Yun's gaze remained unchanged, still looking at the chimes. The exquisite music and dance seemed to fascinate him.
"I agree that the human race is driven by desire to move forward, just like the confluence of streams, flowing endlessly to form a river and merge into the vast ocean of the human race."
"At the same time, I also hope that everyone can see the nature of desire clearly, break away from control, and learn to choose..."
Qu Yuan frowned.
Zhuang Zhou's eyes lit up: "This is too difficult, Fengzi."
He seemed to have caught a chance, but it was fleeting.
"You haven't experienced it yet, how can you think about breaking away from the control of desire?" Although Feng Yun did not look at Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou understood that he was talking about himself, so he smiled shyly.
"Has Fengzi ever been driven by desire?"
Zhuang Zhou asked.
Feng Yun said: "I have never given up my desires... What I have separated from is the desire that the world has imposed on me and that I don't want. This is also a personal choice."
Only then did Feng Yun look back from Chime Zhong.
Look at Zhuang Zhou and Qu Yuan.
"What I don't want, don't do to yourself; what the world doesn't want, don't care about what they say; what heaven and earth don't want, don't do it."
Zhuang Zhou was stunned and his whole body was shaken.
Qu Yuan was stunned and thought hard.
"To observe the fundamentals of the world and seek to achieve the truth of life."
In Feng Yun's eyes, the yin and yang fish eyes danced.
Following the sound of the chimes, Qu Yuan and Zhuang Zhou followed Feng Yun to the space between heaven and earth. They rode the wind and gazed at the multiplication of human races in the world.
"Look."
Feng Yun pointed to the distance. They were tribesmen who killed animals and took their skins to make clothes.
Looking again, it was the tribesmen who were drilling wood to make fire and eating from the fire.
But in the meantime, some strong people can get more food and better clothing.
"There was a Chao family who used tree branches as nests to protect the human race, but the human race was dissatisfied with its appearance. Later, some people used earth clods as walls to build roof tiles. Later, the princes and nobles used fired pottery to build palaces in the mountains and forests."
"This is the evolution of civilization and the drive of desire."
"There are countless of them that have wasted people and hurt money." The winds and clouds are changing, and under the clouds and mist, there are already countless bare-chested laborers, carrying heavy objects on their shoulders, building the country's walls for the monarch.
"As time goes by, the desires of the human race will grow more and more along with each individual's desires. These desires constitute the world of the human race."
"And the people in this world of desire."
The surroundings changed again, and Feng Yun took Zhuang Zhou and Qu Yuan to an ordinary house.
Watch his life.
From the baby's babble when it is born, asking for its mother's milk, simple and simple...
The helplessness and hardships in adulthood, I have no choice but to survive...
Worrying about everything at the time of death, I feel helpless throughout my life...
"Compared to the thousands of years that the human race has remembered, human life is very short. No matter how great a person's desire is, it is only a drop in the ocean of the human race."
"But, this is a person's life..."
Feng Yun was silent for a long time.
"The desires of the human race are the aggregation of countless human desires."
"But personal desires are driven by people, things, and things in the outside world, and they can't help themselves."
"This is something worth thinking about..."
"Buzz!"
Feng Yun's way of observing the world disappears.
Zhuang Zhou and Qu Yuan returned to the palace of Marquis Zeng.
The sound of the chimes also stopped at this time.
"color!"
"The sound of elegance!"
In the palace, the scholar-officials praised him one after another, with envy in their eyes at such rituals and music.
The official of the State of Shen was the most ardent, seeming to be thinking about whether the State of Shen could also cast it?
But such a large bronze object is not only difficult in terms of the number of materials, but also in terms of its casting process.
Other instruments are cast just for the shape. In addition to the shape, this instrument also wants to take into account the sound...
Looking at Marquis Zeng again, he was speechless with joy at the compliments.
For a time, the entire palace was filled with the cheerful laughter of Marquis Zeng and the bragging of the scholar-bureaucrats.
Feng Yun is on the right.
Even if you know how much national power it consumes, you can't help but admire this chime.
"This chime should represent the elegance of ritual music and establish the sound of today, which can be compared to the great music of ancient times."
Marquis Zeng was even more delighted to receive Feng Yun's praise.
However, the process of the Yahui was not forgotten this time.
"Hahaha, let the juniors discuss etiquette and use the sound of the chimes as the theme."
"Now, let's think about it."
"promise!"
During the banquet, the scholar-bureaucrats were saluting, and the people discussing etiquette in their seats were all thinking hard.
Qu Yuan was also the guest of honor.
But even if I follow the wind and look at the world, I have not yet come out of the sorrow of those ten thousand pieces of fine cloth.
"The country is valued by its people, and the people are valued by the country... It turns out that instead of lamenting and weeping, we should think about how we can achieve this great trend."
Feng Yun's view of the world is not just about letting people watch the world and end it like a horse running around.
After observing the world, there is also the conduct of the world and the control of the world.
But he looked at Qu Yuan, a perceptual person, let alone managing the world, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to live in the world by himself.
Shake your head.
Feng Yun just gave Qu Yuan the three-generation method of Xuan Dao, and just gave Qu Yuan one more choice, nothing more.
"Qu Yuan." Shen Yinhua looked at Qu Yuan and woke up from the sound of the chimes. Only then did he realize that Qu Yuan was still dejected.
"Don't forget that you came to Zeng State this time to show the etiquette and music of Chu and let other countries know Chu State again. Is such a gesture worthy of Chu State's cultivation at this time?"
Hearing the sound, Qu Yuan was stunned.
"Cultivation by Chu State..."
"Yes, I am burdened with rituals and music, how can I be sad at this time?" Although he said this, Qu Yuan looked at Feng Yun with tears in his eyes.
Only then did he understand what Feng Yun said - an adult cannot help himself, and his 'desires' are driven by people, things and things in the outside world.
"Mr. Shen Yinhua, don't worry, Qu Yuan... will not fall into the name of Chu country's rituals and music."
This is Qu Yuan's choice.
His life has been destined to prosper and die for the Chu State. Even if he has no choice but to do so, he will not slack off at all.
At this time, Zeng Hou said: "Let's take the Chu country led by Fengzi as the first one."
First station.
At this time, when discussing etiquette, if someone wants to argue with the first stage, they can come on the stage. If they can pass the argument, the first stage loses, which can also be called the arena.
This is the first time that Chu State has taken the lead.
Many scholar-bureaucrats were secretly annoyed, but they were taken advantage of by the Chu State.
The person on the first stage is under great pressure. Everyone will give him some face for this, and it is rare to be shot down in the first round.
"Go away, Qu Yuan." For some reason, Shen Yinhua's expression at this time was no longer the same as when he first came to Zeng State, and he seemed to have been hit by something.
"promise."
With a firm look on his face, Qu Yuan stood up and entered the stage.
At this time a musician brought a small drum.
"I'll beat the drum." Feng Yun called out and summoned the chamberlain.
Beating drums, when discussing etiquette, beats them when they win, and exhaust themselves when they lose.
The waiter hurriedly handed it over.
Hearing this, Qu Yuan bowed deeply to Feng Yun.
"Yuan, I will never let Fengzi down."
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(End of chapter)
