Kong Sheng's Ma Lai, for a while, took out his own tube of golden silk bamboo flute from his bag, and Sima Chengzhen gave him the Xiao sword, which was handed over to Yang Xueruo as a love gift, and he only kept this tube of bamboo Xiao by his side.
Coming to his mouth, pausing slightly, and when there was a slight blind spot blank in the other party's piano sound, Kong Sheng's flute whimpered deeply, not slowly, as if in the snowflakes flying in the sky, telling a story of injury, and the slightly sharp piano sound of the young man in Mai, tactfully and harmoniously, in one go, it can be called wonderful.
Li Xuan was a little stunned, turned her head to look at Kong Sheng, and a touch of complexity flashed in her eyes.
It is not the first time that Mu Changfeng has heard Kong Sheng blow the flute, but Wu Xian and Wu Xie are the first to suffer.
The two of them are rough people, how can they understand these elegant skills, but they just think that Kong Sheng is good at writing, martial arts, and good at music and rhythm, and he seems to know a little more, and God treats him so kindly, it's really a little unfair.
But thinking of Kong Sheng's lonely and helpless young man, his parents died in the middle of the road, and he sighed again, feeling that God is fair again.
Give you some, and you will be deprived of something; On the other hand, if something is deprived of you, something will be given to you, maintaining a kind of balance.
This balance cannot be broken.
Like this person's piano sound, Kong Sheng's flute sound has also reached a considerable degree of profoundness, which is definitely beyond the reach of people.
However, she immediately thought that since Kong Sheng, a thief, was a well-known talent, it was not surprising that he was proficient in music and rhythm.
As the first of the four skills, the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are in the same line, and there are almost no scribes who do not understand the rhythm of music.
The Mai young man's hand on the piano was slightly retracted, and the last note was long, and almost at the same time, Kong Sheng also finished playing the last note, the deep and simple sound of the flute and the sonorous sound of the piano blended together, echoing in the wilderness, and the afterglow was endless.
The young man in sackcloth looked up at Kong Sheng, and a slight look of shock appeared on his elegant face.
He slowly got up, walked out of the pergola, and walked down the hillside, while Kong Sheng also took Zhu Xiao into his waist and stepped forward.
The two looked at each other with calm expressions.
Long.
The young man in Mai bowed down and said indifferently: "Shanren Nangong Wang, the word Ziyuan, please ask the son to respect the name" Kong Sheng returned the salute with a smile: "I am from Xia Jiangning, my surname is Kong, and I have studied here since Jiangnan."
When I met this place, Mr.
Wen was reckless for a while, and the sound of the flute was harmonious, and there was something offensive and offensive, please forgive me."
Because of Li Xuan's lesson, Kong Sheng was reluctant to reveal his real name to strangers, so as not to regenerate right and wrong.
Nangong raised his eyebrows, and said with a light in his eyes: "Gongzi Kong's flute skills are extraordinary, far superior to those of mountain people.
Excuse me, Childe, what is the name of Fang Cai's Xiao Qu, can you teach me?"
Nangong Wang stared at Kong Sheng deeply, and the intense sadness and expectation that gradually diffused in his eyes made Kong Sheng feel relatable.
He said in his heart: This person must have a heart-wrenching pain that lasts for a long time, looking at this situation, it is probably the pain of the loss of the red face As soon as Kong Sheng thought of this, he said with a solemn expression: "This song is called Funeral Flower Yin, if Mr. likes it, he will write the music score and present it." ” "Funeral flowers" Nangong Wang muttered to himself, his expression became more and more sad: "It's really a fate destined in the dark, I do not have flowers, and now there are funeral flowers like flowers, you have a spirit in the sky, have you ever heard" "Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and there is no one who pities the gossamer soft spring pavilion, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing.
When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift.
The flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the people who bury the flowers in front of the steps try to see the spring flowers gradually falling, which is when the red face dies.
Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing" Kong Sheng sighed slowly, and such a scene slowly emerged in front of his eyes: a classical beauty who couldn't help but caress the willows with her waist, carrying a small hoe, was melancholy and lonely in the rain of petals flying in the sky, but she drowned in the depths of the sea of flowers and didn't know the way back.
Nangong Wang was shocked, tears fell like rain, and he immediately hid his face and cried loudly.
Kong Sheng sighed lightly, looked at the other party silently, and did not persuade him.
This person's pain hurts to the bones, this kind of pain that comes from the depths of the soul, this kind of love that is hurt by love, how can outsiders be relieved Li Xuan heard Kong Sheng chanting at the bottom of the slope, and her eyes flashed with complex brilliance.
She is a person who practices martial arts, and she is a heroic woman who does not let her eyebrows, what she likes is to fight and kill and lead the army, and what she is trying to do is to recover the Tang Dynasty and the society, and there are few times when she is tender and worried, Kong Sheng's easy singing is poignant and moving, which instantly hooks a soft heartstring in her heart.
"This little thief is a genius and an amazing scholar, and he has gorgeous articles at his fingertips, but it's a pity that such a talent can't be used by me, and he may have to commit treason to the thief, it's a pity" Kong Sheng stared at Nangong Wang on the slope, not knowing how many exquisite thoughts Li Xuan had at this moment.
Long.
Nangong Wangcai slowly calmed down, and he bowed deeply to Kong Sheng: "The clumsy Jing Ruhua died a year ago, Nangong Wang did not give flowers and composed music to commemorate his deceased wife, but he didn't think that he would meet his son and bury the flowers, it was really destined by God."
Childe Miaoqu, I know my heart very well, don't have anything to repay, please accept my gift" Kong Sheng avoided the past: "Mr. has not changed his original intention to his wife, and his affection is deep and meaningful, which is enough to move the heavens and the earth."
How can he dare to receive a gift from Mr.
Nangong Wang insisted on paying homage to the big salute, and then got up and nodded to Kong Sheng, stood flat, chatted and laughed with Kong Sheng, and exchanged the song called Funeral Flower Yin just now.
Nangong Wang is a genius who is proficient in music and rhythm, and the music is originally a universal and tactile thing, Kong Sheng will elaborate on several "keys" in the music score, and he doesn't need Kong Sheng to write the music score, Nangong Wang has almost mastered it.
Nangong Wang bowed down again: "The son gave the song, and the mountain people are grateful."
This worship is for the deceased wife" Kong Sheng smiled and avoided it, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.
He didn't know what kind of longing the mysterious scribe in front of him had for his deceased wife named Ruhua, but looking at his words and deeds, it should be too high and deep to describe in words.
Nangong looked at Kong Sheng as a farewell, he slowly walked up the hillside and walked back to the pergola, suddenly waved his hand towards the hill, and suddenly from the dense forest on the side of the pergola, several young people about fifteen or sixteen years old rushed out, dressed as piano children and scholars.
The two scholars put Nangong Wang's guqin away and put it into the piano bag, and then stood solemnly behind him.
Another scholar ran out of the pergola, waving a triangular apricot yellow flag in his hand.
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Seeing this, Li Xuan's body shook suddenly, and the tenderness in her belly suddenly came to naught, and she exclaimed: "It's not good, there are thieves" Yellow is the supreme and noble, in this world, in addition to the emperor and the royal family, who dares to use it is probably only those lawless thieves and robbers.
Kong Sheng was also startled, standing in place and looking around, at this time, there were endless shouts, running and shouting from the hills and dense forests, and two strands of men and horses wrapped in brown-red scarves and wearing cyan suits, more than 100 strong men, holding bright steel knives, poured out from two directions respectively, and it didn't take long to surround Kong Sheng and several people.
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