"Are you playing with me?"
Looking up at the sky and feeling upset, Li Xiuyuan said in a daze. He was not scolding God, but he was scolding Queen Changsun and King Qin in the Tianfeng King's City.
Even when Jun Wuyou knocked him off the cliff that day, he was not as irritable as he is today, because he had been trying for several days, but the golden sign on the talisman named by Jun Wuyou in his body had not moved. .
Could it be that this talisman is also afraid of someone in the academy?
Thinking of Jun Wuyou's expression, Li Xiuyuan felt a little confused.
On this day, the firewood behind the kitchen of the academy was chopped in a mess, with different sizes and lengths, indicating that the young man chopping wood was in an extremely bad mood.
A few days later, after all the college's exams were over, the students left one after another. The college would have a holiday of more than a month every year, and most of the students and teachers had to go home.
Why say most of them, because there are still some people in the academy who have not left, including Li Xiuyuan.
It's not that Li Xiuyuan doesn't want to go home, but that he has no home to return to.
Return to Tianfeng Kingdom or the Taoist temple in Luoxia Mountain? It's not realistic. In his current situation, he won't be able to go very far before he will be robbed by bandits again.
He didn't want to be a fat sheep again.
After the academy students left, the accumulated firewood no longer needed to be chopped, but Li Xiuyuan still went to chop firewood as usual every day without interruption.
On the fifth day, when night fell, the wood was chopped. Li Xiuyuan looked at the hatchet in his hand, filled a basin of water and sharpened the knife.
Since I have nowhere to go, I have to find something to do for myself.
"What are you thinking about?"
At some point, an old figure came to the kitchen, looked at Xiu Yuan and asked slowly.
"I don't know? Or maybe I'm thinking about when my leg will heal!"
Li Xiuyuan replied in a low mood that he was in a daze here just because he didn't know what to think or do.
"Master, aren't you going home?" Li Xiuyuan asked softly.
"It has happened before, and I can't go back..." Master replied calmly and slowly.
He had lived for so long that he had almost forgotten the word home. But, he really did.
"Master, I don't know where I should go. I'm a little confused. What should I do?"
Li Xiuyuan's eyes showed deep confusion. He couldn't go back to the palace, and the wood in the academy had been chopped. Where should he go?
The world is so big that he can go nowhere with only one leg.
"I was wondering, do you want to learn piano skills from me? Anyway, I am idle." The Master looked at the confused Li Xiuyuan with a kind smile on his face.
"Okay! It just so happens that I have nothing to do."
There was a glimmer of hope in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, and he looked up at the snowflakes falling in the night sky, wondering if the old Taoist priest was missing him in the distant starry sky.
The master thought for a while and said quietly: "Then, come to me from tomorrow, and I will teach you how to play the piano."
That night, Li Xiuyuan talked a lot with the Master, including his talk about my Taoist temple on Luoxia Mountain and his Yunqi courtyard in Tianfeng King City.
Hiding these things in his heart almost drove him crazy, so he told the Master everything.
The master's expression remained calm, not much changed even after hearing such incredible things.
There are all kinds of life, Li Xiuyuan's experience is just outside of all kinds of things, but no matter how you say it, this is still life.
The Master is a good listener. Although Li Xiuyuan and the Master have not known each other for a short time, he trusts the Master more than anyone else.
He was not worried that the Master would say what he said tonight. The reason was simple: he was the Master.
"Since you have nothing to do, just practice the piano with me. Maybe one day you can become a Taoist with the piano!" The master pinned the things he failed to do on Li Xiuyuan.
The master said a word calmly, and then slowly left with old steps.
...
Stepping through the early morning snow and fog, Li Xiuyuan came to the bamboo house where the master was located, gently knocked on the bamboo door outside the second lower courtyard, and then walked in.
"Come in, you're welcome!" The master, who was sitting in the living room, had already boiled a pot of tea and shouted to Li Xiuyuan.
"Teacher, I'm here." Li Xiuyuan walked into the living room and sat down in front of the Master.
"Everything in the world is impermanent. How old are you? I believe that your leg injury will be healed in less than two years, and you don't have to worry about your spiritual practice. Fix your state of mind first." The Master poured him a cup of hot tea and gently He ordered.
"Teacher, this disciple understands in his heart." Li Xiuyuan nodded lightly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then murmured: "I haven't known the taste of tea for three years, so this is what you mean?"
The master nodded with deep approval and looked at Li Xiuyuan with more and more satisfaction. He smiled and said, "Xiu Yuan, have you not had tea in three years?"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he quickly shook his head and nodded again.
"Teacher, I haven't had tea since I came to the academy. After drinking the tea you brewed, I felt enlightened..." Li Xiuyuan said quietly, looking up at Feixue outside the hall.
"Xiu Yuan, the road to cultivation is so long. You cannot settle for pleasure. You must always remind yourself." Fu Liao looked at him and said.
"What the teacher said makes sense. I would like to ask, does Fengyun Academy belong to Tianfeng King's carriage?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the master and asked the doubts in his heart.
"No!" The Master took a sip of tea and said quietly: "Fengyun Academy does not belong to any kingdom. No matter it is the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm, the Shura Realm or the Divine Realm, you can come here to practice and study."
"I see, it seems my leg can be cured here." Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly.
"You must have confidence in yourself!" The Master looked at him and said, "Have confidence first, and then you can cultivate your mind. Otherwise, how can you cultivate your state of mind?"
When Li Xiu Xinyuan heard this, he couldn't help scratching his head. His heart felt like he was struck by lightning, as if he remembered something, and he couldn't help but frowned tightly.
Master looked at Yu Sheng with a smile, thinking that he had understood the truth of what he said, so he had to sigh and said: "Xiu Yuan, your qualifications are not inferior to other students in the academy. You must have confidence in yourself."
"Teacher, how long will it take for me to learn?" Li Xiuyuan was looking forward to it. After coming to the academy, he had not been taught anything except chopping firewood. He didn't know how long it would take the teacher to teach him how to learn the piano.
The Master shook his head, smiled and did not answer, but stood up and sat in front of the piano table...
Snowflakes fell quietly, and the water on the small stove made a faint sound.
Just listen to the tinkling sound, and the sound of the piano echoes in the bamboo courtyard. The music is quiet and peaceful, making people feel ethereal and clear.
Li Xiuyuan was moved by the sound of the piano and looked up at the falling rain outside the hall. It seemed as if a seed was sprouting in his heart and a leaf grew. The master sitting on the piano platform seemed to be bathed in a layer of radiance.
Li Xiuyuan's fingers moved naturally along with the sound of Master's piano, as if he was seeing the beating notes one by one, like elves in the snow.
Closing his eyes, Li Xiuyuan sat quietly in front of the hall, feeling completely relaxed.
He seemed to feel that he was on top of the snow-capped mountains, and the cold light from the sky cleansed his body and penetrated into his heart. There is a pair of hands caressing the strings in my mind.
There is a girl in white dancing to the sound of the piano... The beating notes are intertwined with the pattern, constantly becoming complete, and even turning into an illusory guqin.
The music of the Confucius' piano remained the same, and Li Xiuyuan entered a state of selflessness. He saw the musical notes constantly seeping into his mind, and the ethereal and clear state of mind allowed him to be quiet and relaxed, leaving all the turmoil in the world behind him at this moment.
There is a harp in Tianshan, but people don’t know it. The master wants to play the harp, but he has passed away...
Unknowingly, the song ended, but Li Xiuyuan still closed his eyes and wandered to the sky.
Originally, if the master caressed her for a while longer, he might be able to recall Li Xiuyuan's memory. However, the master didn't know Li Xiuyuan's condition, so he just caressed her for a while and then stopped.
Then he stared blankly at Li Xiuyuan who was in meditation. Is this still his student? After just listening to one song, I fell into trance. Even he couldn't do this back then.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Xiuyuan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the Master and asked, "Teacher, what kind of music is this?"
"Four machines." Master replied quietly, trying to hide the turmoil in his heart.
"When I listened to the teacher's piano, my mood changed a little bit, and my perception seemed to be getting stronger. I want to learn the piano."
Looking up at the Master, Li Xiuyuan said seriously. The sound of the piano can bring him peace. At the moment, he is not pursuing rapid improvement in realm, but pursuing peace of mind.
It seems that a voice sounds in my mind: Silence can lead to great distances.
"This is a natural thing. I called you here today to teach you how to play the piano." The master smiled and nodded. The song just now was just a deliberate test of Li Xiuyuan, hoping to pass on his mantle to him.
"Learn the most basic piano music first, and get familiar with the music score before that." Fu Liao said softly.
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's serious eyes, the master turned around and took out a book of piano music and handed it to him.
For a moment, Li Xiuyuan sat in front of the guqin with a dignified expression, listening patiently to the Master explaining to him one by one what the qin meant.
“It’s not a big deal to learn the piano...Fingering, gestures, music notation, music, and theory, as long as you learn and practice more, you will become as natural as chopping firewood in the kitchen... .”
Li Xiuyuan learned quickly. It only took the master an hour to finish the basics, and another hour to teach him how to press and play, as well as the fingering...
After Li Xiuyuan listened to it once, he tried to pluck the strings, gradually changing from raw to mature.
He sat there all day long. As night fell, the master went into the house to rest, but Li Xiuyuan still sat in front of the piano and plucked the strings over and over again.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan played the piano with both hands, and gently plucked the strings with his fingertips. The notes jumped. At the beginning, it was like a mountain stream encountering an obstacle, sometimes tinkling, sometimes getting stuck in the cracks of the rocks and whimpering.
After gradually becoming familiar with it, my fingers passed over it, and the notes seemed to be given life. Gradually, there was no longer a whimpering sound, but a cheerful ding-dong sound.
The moonlight was rising, and the young man's handsome face was so quiet and peaceful. His hands seemed to have magic power, and his fingertips beat with the notes.
"It's incredible! It only took one day to get in. You would have to believe it if you tell me."
In the room, the master heard the music of the piano, with a happy smile in the corners of his eyes, and then slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep to the music.
Li Xiuyuan was trapped in the sound of the piano, as if he was possessed by a demon. He played all night long, but he did not feel tired at all. On the contrary, he only felt that his state of mind was extremely clear.
In the early morning of the next day, after he had taken a nap next to the piano for an hour, he opened his eyes and felt that something had changed in him, as if he could sense the aura between heaven and earth.
A bright smile appeared in his eyes, and he knew that his realm was about to break through again.
He stood up, walked to the master's bookshelf, and took down a book of music scores. He saw three words written on it: four pieces of music.
...
There are four looms, trying to weave mandarin ducks and the shuttles are broken, but the east wind can't help but the shadows of the flowers are sparse.
The sound of frightening strings breaks and boredom disappears. When is the return date?
"The sound of shock has broken, and the boredom has gone away. When is the return date?" Li Xiuyuan frowned slightly and groaned in a low voice.
At this time, there was a voice, and the master walked out of the room, came to the living room, looked at Li Xiuyuan and smiled.
"Actually, this poem should have nine pieces. I thought it was too long, so I only recorded the first four." After finishing speaking, the master waved his hand and lit the small stove on the table.
"Drink a cup of tea first, and you can make breakfast later." The master stopped Li Xiuyuan's practice.
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