Lao Tzu is Hades

[I don't know what's going on, the codeword status is surprisingly good today!Wait for the seventh update!

Hearing the sound of the piano, Jiang Feng's whole person was like a spring breeze. He quickly adjusted his mental state and continued to follow the sound of the piano to explore the mystery of the words.

Outside, the old undead wanted to come in and report on the progress; but when he heard the sound of the piano, he stopped in fright and blocked his ears with cotton, sitting cross-legged, luck resisted.

He was very curious, why is this young man in front of him not afraid of the sound of the piano?

And why did Miss Qin, the pavilion master, play the piano for him so often, and love him? Isn't he really extraordinary?

If this is the case, why has he stayed in front of the first sacred monument without making any progress?

I really don't understand the old immortal.

He couldn't understand it. There is a common saying called "High and low music." It is too high and deep, and it is not understandable by ordinary people.

...

After playing a song, Jiang Feng hasn't enjoyed it yet.

But in the wooden house, Qin Lan's clothes were a little wet.

After all, playing this piano method is too exhausting, and Qin Lan only dared to play one piece each time.

Seeing Jiang Feng not leaving, Qin Lan took a short rest and played the second tune.

Of course, this tune has nothing to do with Oracle. It is purely to cultivate sentiment and to relax oneself.

Jiang Feng naturally heard it too.

...

There are deep green bamboos around the wooden house.

After listening to it for a while, Jiang Feng picked off a bamboo leaf and blew it by his mouth.

Whistling, blowing leaves, bad kids are generally good at these since childhood.

Jiang Feng is no exception.

Although he didn't know much about music theory, under Qin Lan's guidance, he actually played decently and had contacts with her.

At this time, the old man took off the cotton from his ears.

Hearing that Jiang Feng and Miss Qin actually played together, he was so surprised that his jaw fell off!

Playing piano and flute.

In ancient times, this kind of thing was only done when men and women expressed their affection for each other; because "playing the piano" and "talking about love" were homophonic, and the flute...you know.

"Miss Qin... is this a delusion?"

Where can the old immortal be able to feel the mood of meeting the friend with the mountains and rivers, just a look of confusion.

...

Two full hours passed.

Qin Lan was a little tired and had to watch the monument tomorrow, so he played the song "Farewell".

Jiang Feng didn't know what the name of this piece was, but he still heard a hint of seeing off from it, so he also blew a few words, saying good night to each other, and turned to leave.

At this time, the old undead entered the wooden house and reported today's progress to the patron.

After the report was over, Lao Wudie couldn't help but said: "Miss Qin, that Jiang Feng... does he really have an extraordinary talent? If so, why has he stayed in front of the first monument without making any progress?"

Qin Lan smiled slightly, read a poem, and said: "In the past, the sordidness was not enough to exaggerate, but now the debauchery is boundless. The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoes, and I can see the Changan flowers in one day. Hope, my piano will help him..."

...

In this way, five days passed.

In the blink of an eye, came the morning of the sixth day.

This is the penultimate day of the monument. Tomorrow night, the tomb will be closed and these people will be invited out.

Because time is precious, everyone is working overtime to comprehend the monument and dare not delay for a moment.

However, at this stage, everyone is almost finalized.

Thinking of going one step further is as difficult as climbing.

...

On both sides of the monument, a lot of staff from Tianji Pavilion wandered around.

Because in the final sprint stage, many people will have symptoms of physical discomfort, and there are even a small number of people who have become confused and insane; they have to swarm around to prevent major accidents.

...

In front of the thirteenth monument, the old undead was still reporting to Qin Lan.

Mu Feiyan came to the ninth monument, and it seemed that it would be difficult to break through.

The second place is Donghuanglin, in front of the eighth monument; what is surprising is that Ding Dang and two other young people, like Donghuanglin, also came to the eighth monument, alongside him. Second place.

The seventh monument is empty, and no one is here.

Almost everyone stayed in front of the fifth and sixth monuments, and the few with poor talents still stayed in the third and fourth.

...

After several days of reporting, Lao Wudie has discovered a pattern. Every time the pavilion owner will actively ask the young man named Jiang Feng about the progress.

So this time, without waiting for the pavilion master to ask, he took the initiative to speak, saying: "Miss Qin, Jiang Feng, are still in front of the first monument."

"Still there..." Qin Lan frowned slightly, seemingly disappointed.

The old undead said: "Miss Qin, I don't think that Jiang Feng's talent is outstanding. It may just be some understanding of the song."

"Perhaps, maybe I overestimated him. I thought... he could comprehend the tenth divine monument just like Donghuang Yuxie!" Qin Lan sighed softly.

...

It was night in the blink of an eye.

The crowd came back to rest while watching the monument.

Seeing that Jiang Feng was still in front of the first sacred monument, many people pointed and ridiculed him.

"Haha, Jiang Feng's results are quite stable. He has always been in front of the first sacred monument, which is really a model for my generation!"

"Shhh... keep your voice down, don't disturb people's enlightenment of the monument, maybe they are at a critical juncture!"

"It makes sense, it makes sense, everyone spit and leave, don't disturb others!"

...

Jiang Feng ignored everyone's ridicule and was still in a daze at the text.

He seemed to be more and more unfamiliar with the words on the monument.

But he knows that the more this kind of time is, the more critical it is; because once this bottleneck is broken, maybe the next thing will happen!

Jiang Feng ignored the ridicule of others.

Mu Feiyan came to him to eat, but he didn't have the mind to eat.

At night, he came to the wooden house for the sixth time.

But what disappointed him was that in the wooden house, there was no sound of the piano for a long time, as if even the opposite girl was disappointed in himself.

However, Jiang Feng himself has not given up.

So he returned to the first sacred monument and continued to search for the laws of writing.

And this sitting is all night.

...

The golden rooster breaks dawn.

There was a croak of chickens in the jungle.

The sun has come out, and a new day has arrived.

This is the seventh and last day of the monument viewing.

Everyone got up to wash, and relaxed, because by the last day, most of them accepted their own achievements and reality.

When passing by the first sacred monument, everyone did not forget to continue to ridicule Jiang Feng to gain a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in their hearts.

This is what the weak do most often, isn’t it?

...

Without closing his eyes overnight, Jiang Feng's mind was chaotic.

He forced himself up and looked up at the unattainable monument in front of him.

At this time, his vision was blurred, and the words even overlapped as they looked like an illusion.

Jiang Feng rubbed his eyes fiercely.

At this time, there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and two overlapping words appeared.

In an instant, Jiang Feng seemed to have discovered a new world and jumped up with excitement!