Chen Kuang and Shen Meinan shared the peanuts and ate them.
Shen Meinan, who bullied Chen Kuang for not being able to see, secretly gave himself two more pills by saying they would split it equally.
While the girl was eating, she read the music score in the jade box to Chen Kuang five times.
This one-and-a-half-piece piece of music is obscure. Most of the notation is based on ancient methods. Many symbols are completely different from those popular today. There are also a large number of special marks created by Xi Mengquan.
But Shen Meinan can also roughly identify music charts.
"I am a lady who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
The girl said this with her hands on her hips, looking very proud.
Like a fat and clever cockatiel with its own blush.
Of course, there were many contents in it that she couldn't understand even after racking her brains. Otherwise, wouldn't this Le Sheng's legacy be readable by everyone? Can everyone play?
At this time, Chen Kuang would ask her to roughly describe what the symbols looked like, where they were located, etc.
But in fact, he could tell what was written on it at a glance.
Only then did Chen Kuang realize that the music score given to him by the unknown musician and the three years of teaching him were indeed the true inheritance.
Those things are unique, and there are a lot of special techniques that can only be understood if they are taught.
Others can't even understand it.
Not to mention playing.
From the very beginning, the music theory that Chen Kuang mastered was completely different from that of ordinary people.
No wonder he only studied for three years, which was better than the thirty years of those court musicians.
However, with such outstanding skills, without the blessing of human kindness in the palace, he could only do errands and do chores, and he wasted ten years.
However, if he had not entered the palace, Chen Kuang might have starved to death ten years ago...
Even if he hadn't starved to death, given the difficult situation his family was in at the time, they would probably have been able to become the lowest-level tenants later on.
Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and it is difficult to say which one is better and which one is worse.
After Chen Kuang roughly sorted out the two music scores, his expression was strange.
Vaguely, he actually felt that he might be able to fill in the missing half of the score based on the direction of the music itself and his past understanding of the unknown musician's habits.
This was certainly not an illusion, because the prototype of a complete song had already appeared in his mind at this moment.
Shen Meinan sat next to him, watching him skillfully playing the piano and plucking the strings calmly, holding his chin and watching in rapt attention.
The lighting in the Louchuan guest room is very good. The dense afternoon sunlight outside reflects off the lake water and turns into a shimmering wave of light. It is projected through the window lattice and shines swayingly behind Chen Kuang.
The young man is dressed in white clothes, with the ends of his blindfold hanging down his back along with his black hair. His hands have clear joints, and he plays the piano nimbly and calmly.
Between the brightness and extinction of light and shadow, it flutters like a butterfly.
"Both of these pieces are excellent, but it's a pity they don't have names."
Chen Kuang suddenly spoke.
"Huh? Oh!"
Shen Meinan came to his senses and realized that he had put the peanuts in his hands to his mouth for a long time and forgot to eat them.
She hurriedly tried to throw it into her mouth, but she threw it crookedly.
The peanut popped off her cheek, fell to the floor, and rolled under the table.
Shen Meinan opened his mouth and glanced at Chen Kuang, seeing that his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't seem to notice anything.
The girl gritted her teeth and got under the table.
While searching for it, he responded to Chen Kuang in a very serious voice: "Then, you can give them a name. Anyway, the music scores are in your hands now."
Chen Kuang: "..."
He twitched the corners of his mouth and hesitated to speak.
Forget it, I'm blind.
He thought for a while and said with a wicked sense of humor:
"Why don't you call one 'Stars' and one 'Anonymous'?"
Shen Meinan lifted the tablecloth and got out, confused:
"Anonymous is almost the same as Wuming. Why not just call it Wuming? Qunxing seems like a normal name, but among the two songs just now, none of the artistic conception is related to Qunxing..."
Naturally, Chen Kuang would not say that these were the two most common words in players in previous lives, used to summarize the unknown singer, lyrics and composition.
The music composed by the unknown musician, with this name, complements each other.
He just smiled and said: "If we don't match each other, wouldn't it be more interesting?"
"It would be too boring to just follow the rules and get some mountain water, spring and snow, and be elegant."
"Miss Meinan thinks it's inappropriate, then I can think about it again."
Shen Meinan was stunned and said quickly:
"No, no, I think it's pretty good, but I didn't expect... I thought you were a very serious person."
Chen Kuang raised his eyebrows: "There are still many irregularities in me, and I can gradually understand them in the future."
Shen Meinan nodded his head like garlic and said seriously: "It's good to be informal. I like informal people. They are suitable for... um, friends."
Chen Kuang pretended that he was deaf and blind and did not hear her slip of the tongue. He smiled and said:
"I already know the scores of these two pieces of music, so I will play them for you."
Shen Meinan quickly sat upright, placing his hands on his knees, as if he was appreciating it carefully.
In fact, she has no interest in music, chess, calligraphy and painting at all. These things were Shen Xingzhu's former hobbies, and she has abandoned them as she has become more advanced and strong in practice.
The sun and the moon are so high that there is nothing to worry about.
But the family put these things on her as a matter of course, and logically thought that she should like them.
Every time they looked at her playing chess, calligraphy and painting, their eyes were always looking at another person.
It's like...she's a replacement.
However, in fact, not only is she not a substitute, she is also a defective product.
Shen Meinan's eyes fell on Chen Kuang's face, and he felt secretly happy.
She originally thought that she was the only one in the world who knew the secret.
Now, there are two people.
"Zheng——"
Chen Kuang played the piano, and the sound was like mercury falling on the ground. Shen Meinan's eyes widened, and his attention shifted from Chen Kuang to the sound of his piano.
Although the first song is called "Stars", it actually plays about the general drawing his bow at night, suppressing the snow and hiding his feathers, and sending out murderous intent.
The sound of the piano comes from the darkness, destroying people's internal organs and destroying their vitality.
The second song "Anonymous" plays about the bright moon hanging high and the gods shining in the dark world.
It is actually somewhat similar to the first phase of expanding the senses and nourishing the spiritual consciousness.
Although before the Moon Holding Realm, his spiritual consciousness was actually just a little bit dark, but after training with Huo Hengxuan's murderous intent, Chen Kuang has realized the importance of his spiritual consciousness.
If one's spiritual consciousness is unstable at a low level, then one will not even have a chance to resist when encountering someone above the Moon Holding level.
A single thought can determine life or death.
After Chen Kuang finished playing half of the song, he still didn't finish the song, so he closed his eyes and continued from the vague outline in his mind.
Shen Meinan was ready to applaud, but as soon as he raised his hand, he heard the music paused and then continued to flow.
Incredibly natural and extremely smooth!
It's natural!
She was startled, then took a deep breath, quietly put down her hand, straightened her back, and felt goosebumps rising on her back.
The remnant score of the music saint has never been heard for thousands of years.
Today... I have to continue.
There was no warning, and there was no solemnity about bathing and burning incense. It just continued so simply and casually.
If those old monsters in Tianyin Pavilion, who have been studying for hundreds of years and have been confused, find out, they will even tie up the young man in front of him and offer him as a treasure of the pavilion...
The girl thought a little ridiculously.
Could it be that she picked up a peerless genius?
Chen Kuang's consciousness drifted upward following the music of the piano, and his body subconsciously moved into the first phase, once again entering a brief state of diffusion of perception.
There was a lot of noise on the boat.
On the top floor, Lin Eryou watched a strange, burly young man leave. He narrowed his eyes and shook his feather fan with an unclear smile.
On the middle floor, the cultivators of Fengyu Tower had finished their feast and were getting ready to go, with a chilling atmosphere filling the air.
In the corridor not far away, the young man with thick eyebrows had taken off his outer shirt, wearing a purple robe underneath, followed by an old attendant.
The young man with thick eyebrows is naturally Zhou Yanwei.
Because they were close, the conversation between the two was vaguely heard in Chen Kuang's ears.
"Second Hall... Young Master, I may try my best, but I can't settle the Wusheng Pavilion. I have to take care of it myself."
"I just wanted to help a friend. If you don't know who he is, don't tell me."
"It's good that you know what's going on. Alas, you must not be so willful next time."
"I know, I know, you also know my temper."
Zhou Yanwei smiled and said: "Definitely next time."
Chen Kuang was stunned.
In the picture, the purple robe on Zhou Yanwei reminded him of a legend.
There is a god named Yanwei, who is dressed in purple and has a crown. His name is Yanwei. If the master gets it and eats it, he will dominate the world.
"Zhou...Ji Ye."
“Take the country as your surname and the overlord’s god as your name.”
Chen Kuang suddenly opened his eyes.
Zhou Yanwei...is the prince of Zhou!
