Xiao Yu slowly fell asleep. Not even half an hour later, suddenly, he heard the sound of a musical instrument coming from the drizzle.
The sound is delicate and soft, intermittent and continuous, making the listener calm and focused, refreshing the heart and mind.
The drizzle fell on the boat awning, making a soft dripping sound, which complemented the music.
Xiaoyu didn't know the music, let alone the five tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu. In his sleepy state, he was attracted by this piece of music and gradually fell into a trance.
He sat up slowly and listened quietly.
The sound of the piano alternates between rapid and slow sounds, like the gurgling of running water, or like the sound of clear cranes croaking in a stream, sometimes high and sometimes low.
It is like an ax cutting down trees, but its momentum is impenetrable but its power is strong; it is like an oar rocking a boat, but it makes no sound but the water moves.
...
Just when I was listening to it intoxicatedly, I heard a sudden sound of "dang".
The strings broke in response.
The celestial music suddenly stopped.
Xiao Yu suddenly jumped up and ran out of the boat canopy to hear the source of the sound.
Let the drizzle fall on the brows and temples. The drizzle stood beside Uncle Liu in a daze, watching the mandarin ducks stop swimming on the lake and the teal stopped their wings. It seemed that these animals were also fascinated by the sound of the piano.
It's just that the strings broke and the sound stopped suddenly. It made people feel pitiful, and they couldn't help but shed tears, expressing regret that the music was incomplete.
"Who can play music so well?" Xiao Yu was stunned.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu stood up slowly and pointed at Ye Xiaozhou not far away.
Xiaoyu saw that on the small boat a dozen feet away, the fisherman who had been fishing at some point put away his fishing rod and started playing the piano in the rain.
But after the sound of the piano stopped, the fisherman sat on the bow of the boat, motionless, with no intention of renewing the strings, and seemed to be melancholy.
Uncle Liu looked at the lake. There were many fish swimming quietly on the surface of the lake, not eating the bait, as if they were listening to music. After the sound of the piano stopped, it slowly dispersed.
Uncle Liu clasped his hands and drummed, exclaiming: "What a great song!"
"The tune is a good tune, but it disappeared in the middle of the playing. It makes people feel itchy after listening to it." Xiao Yu muttered: "How about we row over and have a look to see if the piano that is playing can still be repaired? We can also invite him. Play one more song.”
Uncle Liu nodded after listening to Xiaoyu's words.
Xiaoyu loosened the rope and prepared to paddle over.
But they saw two people coming out of the boat wearing raincoats and hats. Looking at their figures, the one standing behind the piano player was slim and graceful, like a woman, and the other was straight-boned, like a man.
The man loosened the boat rope and paddled through the water to leave. The woman stood behind the old fisherman who was sitting in front of the piano and seemed to be saying something to him.
Before the drizzle passed, they were already driving the boat farther and farther away in the drizzle.
Uncle Liu waved his hand, signaling Xiao Yu to stop paddling.
"They've already left. There's no need to row. I can't catch up."
Uncle Liu used the word "了" three times in his three sentences, speaking softly and feeling lost.
Hearing this, Xiao Yu stopped the oar in her hands and stared blankly at the boat disappearing from her sight. She couldn't help but feel regretful. She hoped in her heart that when we meet again, she would like to listen to this beautiful song.
Uncle Liu squatted down, slowly put away his fishing rod and fishing line, and said: "I have been sitting here for so long and I haven't caught a single fish. But it must be the end of the hour. Little brother, let's rock the boat to the north bank. Let's Go join in the fun."
When Xiao Yu heard this, she thought that Uncle Liu was going to the North Bank. The North Bank was the boundary of Huatan Temple. Today was the tenth day of March, the day when Huatan Temple held a demon elimination conference. Could it be that Uncle Liu was going to attend the demon elimination conference.
"Uncle Liu, this north bank is the boundary of Huatan Temple. What kind of meeting are they going to hold today!" Xiao Yufu muttered.
Uncle Liu tied the fishing line and tied it to the fishing rod. He put the fishing rod on his shoulder and turned around to look at the tall tower of Huatan Temple on the north bank.
"It's the demon-killing conference at Huatan Temple. All the sects near Jiangnan are there. Don't you want to go and see such a lively event?"
Xiao Yu frowned and said, "Sixth Uncle said that the old monk from Huatan Temple died and told me to be at peace and not to cause trouble. They are all people in the world and cannot afford to cause trouble."
Uncle Liu grabbed the fishing rod with his right hand and pointed at the Xiyun Ancient Pagoda of Huatan Temple, "Never mind what Uncle Six said, do you want to fish here with me for a day, or do you want to join in the fun?"
Uncle Liu's words made Xiao Yu unable to refuse. Regardless of his identity as Ji Ruge or Xiao Yu, he wanted to join in the fun.
"Think!" Xiaoyu replied honestly.
Uncle Liu wanted to see how Huatan Temple and Jianghu Sect planned to capture Ji Ruge, and also wanted to know a little bit about Ji Ruge's whereabouts.
Xiaoyu, on the other hand, wanted to find out the details of several sects.
Uncle Liu didn't know who Xiaoyu was, so he just thought he was the busboy in the tavern.
Xiaoyu didn't know who Uncle Liu was, but he knew that he was obviously not an ordinary fisherman.
An old man and a young man rowed north again. After several miles of water, they arrived at the ferry on the north bank.
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Let’s talk about the fisherman playing the piano in a boat.
The fisherman who plays the piano comes from the Lushan Mountains in the west of the Yangtze River.
On top of Lushan Mountain, there is the most famous sword-making sect in the world - Li Zong.
They are the people from Li Zong.
They came to attend the appointment with Master Kongxing, the abbot of Huatan Temple, to participate in the demon elimination conference.
The fisherman who can play the harp is an old man over sixty years old, his name is Wei Changyin. He is known as the harp master in the world. He is very good at music and the best at harp. He is one of the elders of Li Zong guarding the mountain.
He has a round face, broad nose, white hair and long beard, slightly fat body, and a gentle and kind face.
This person is the mentor of Li Luo, the second daughter of Li Bei, the leader of Li Zong.
At the invitation of Huatan Temple, Mr. Qin and Libai came to Yangzhou to attend the Demon Exorcism Conference.
Since it was not yet noon, it was drizzling again and the lake was wet. Lao Qin had nothing to do, so he took Li Luo out to fish in the lake.
When I was tired of fishing and relaxed, I looked at the beautiful mountains and scenery of Xiyun Lake, took out my piano, and recited an ancient song I had not yet composed.
When the piano reached its peak, the strings suddenly broke, which ruined the interest.
This song is the work of Mr. Qin who worked hard. There is only half of the song, and the second half is never allowed to be played.
This old qin player loves music very much, is familiar with hundreds of schools of thought, and has friends with people who are also very good at playing the qin.
He was familiar with the music of many schools of thought. He felt that "Taiyin Yipu" was too clean and too cold, and lacked the taste of the world. He also felt that "Jiao'an Qin Zhang" was too anxious and too irritable, and lost its true meaning. He thought of "Pingsha Luoyan" again. He has a great ambition and a broad mind, but he can never fully describe the meaning of the rivers and lakes. In line with the rules of hundreds of schools of thought, he often thinks of finding a unique way to create a song that will shock the world.
As a result, I was often brooding and couldn't calm down while fishing, so I drizzled on the bow of the boat and played a piece of my own song that was only half a chapter long.
The music written by Qin Lao has not been named, and the draft of the music has been deleted and revised many times. It is too weak to be continued and it is difficult to complete the next volume.
He played it in the rain. At the end of the first half of the chapter, he felt depressed and exerted too much force, so he broke the strings and sat there in a daze, thinking hard about how to play the next piece.
In the boat, Li Luo listened to his mentor's music, put on his coir raincoat, walked slowly out of the boat canopy, and stood behind his mentor.
"Master, the string is broken again." Li Luo sighed feeling sorry for it.
Qin Lao sighed: "You can't do it even if you try hard, but you can't do it even if you try hard." After a long time, he continued: "Ask the boatman to row the boat back. It's almost time. Let's meet up with your father to go to Huatan Temple."
The boatman in the boat heard this and paddled away.
Xiaoyu and Uncle Liu were standing on the boat on this side, and they were the ones they saw.
The man wrapped in raincoat and sitting playing the piano is Mr. Qin, the woman standing behind him is Li Luo, and the man rowing the boat is the boatman.
