Returning from the Immortal World

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Sitting in front of the ancient qin, Tang Hui Pan knees gently touched the finest yellow pear wood with his hands. The ancient violin is generally bright, beautifully engraved, meticulously crafted, and the seven strings are well formulated.

Guqin is the most noble instrument of Chinese culture, with the words "the taxi does not withdraw the chancer for no reason” and “the right book of the left qin”. It is at the head of the "Qin Chess Book and Painting” of the four doctors of traditional culture in China, and is regarded by the literary elegant guest as the highest representative.

Ever.

Tang Xiu also has an ancient qin, the finest fairy in the fairy world. Wooden for phoenix, the string is a muscular breakdown of the five-clawed golden dragon, nourished by the blood of a certain immortal kingdom for nearly 10,000 years, and quenched for hundreds of years in the Nine Pyloric Pools and the source of the earth's fire. Even an ordinary cactus, if he can get the ancient qin, can flex and kill the fairy, killing the high ranking cactus.

“Don Hugh, do you really know how to play an ancient piano? ”

Cheng Yunnan came to the front of Guqin and asked with curiosity on his beautiful face.

Tang Xiu put away the memories and said softly: "Well, I've learned a little before. ”

Cheng Yunnan's eyes revealed a slight contempt. "It's okay, even if you don't play well, we won't laugh at you. ”

Yuan Chuling followed suit: “Boss, we will never laugh at you. After all, we can play a few shots, which is quite versatile. Too bad you're not going to be a guitar, otherwise, talking about the guitar playing beauty, how handsome, Doraemon. ”

“Pfft...”

“Hee-hee...”

“Huh...”

Cheng Yunnan and Xia Wanfen, three Li Xiaoqian women were amused by Yuan Chuling's words.

The compartment door, pushed from the outside.

“Look, you guys are having fun. What are you talking about? ”

Chen Xiaofen smiled and measured the five people in the room, with a few glances in his eyes, eventually landing on Tang Shu sitting on his knees.

Xia Wanfen greeted him and said with a smile: "Aunt Chen, we are talking about Tang Xiu's art! He's humbling us...”

Chen Xiaofen smiled. “Is that Tang Xiu? At your age, there are fewer and fewer ancient pianos and fewer boys. Come on, let me introduce you. These three are my good sisters, all teachers at the Golden Book Conservatory in our province. ”

“Hello teachers! ”

Third Lady Cheng Yannan and Yuan Chuling called out.

Tang Xiu did not get up, just nodded slightly at Chen Xiaofen, his eyes swept from several people. He was supposed to come out tonight for leisure and entertainment, and he was reluctant to be entertained. But Chen Xiaofen is the boss of KTV, and he can't refuse either.

“Leave as soon as possible. ”

Don Hugh thought of it in his heart.

The three of them saw Tang Xiu's face and their eyebrows slightly wrinkled. They were accustomed to the respectful attitude of the students and were disgusted by the appearance of Tang Xiu's desolation. In their eyes, however, Tang Xiu was just a passers-by, and they just came to make fun of it.

The three of them sat on the couch at the other end, and Huang Jiaoxiu glanced at Chen Xiaofen and shouted: “Didn't you say someone was going to play it on KTV? Why don't you start? Our sisters play music, or can we point to the students? ”

Chen Xiaofen heard the flavor of his good sister tone, and his heart was dark and funny. She was surprised by Tang Xiu's attitude. At this moment, naturally hear the grievances of the good sisters, be prepared to educate Tang Xiu so that he does not become too arrogant.

In other ways!

Perhaps these good sisters can't educate Don Hugh, but they are absolutely authoritative in music at the moment.

Cheng Yannan and Yuan Chuling, four people, also heard the outside of the strings in Huang Qi's words, turned to Tang Xiu.

Tang Xiu remained the indifferent expression, and eventually did not look at the three women again. As he calmed down in the box, he lowered his head and looked at the ancient qin in front of him.

“Ding...”

Long Tang's fingers twitched the strings to make a crisp sound.

Next moment.

His blinking eyes closed, his right hand playing the string and his left hand pressing the string to pick it up. His fingers are peculiar. He wipes, picks, hooks, picks, picks, rubs, locks… on, down, backs, retracts, barks, , crouches, kneels, picks up, lifts, grabs, claws up, bumps, pulls, hooks, turns, rings, etc.

Blurry.

Tang Xiu's fingers drew a watery rhyme, Xiao Xiaoqin's voice, Soso fell in autumn. Slow rhythm, but outlines Xiaozo's image.

A few seconds after the sound of the violin, Huang Jianxiu, who was very reluctant to Tang Xiu, stood still. KTV boss Chen Xiaofen's body was stiff like electric shock. The pupils of the other two teachers of the Golden Book Conservatory of Music contracted and her eyes could no longer move from Tang Xiu's body.

Touching the notes of the soul raised a sense of sadness in the hearts of four highly musical professionals. They were dragged into a world of autumn winds and bustling leaves by the euphemisms of the piano.

I miss you!

Ciao!

Si Ki!

They seemed to see a drifting outdoors, standing at the end of a late-autumn sheep bowel trail, looking behind their hometown. They seemed to see a philanthropic and virtuous child, but were forced to turn around in Xiaoso's world, carrying a mother of mercy from their homeland.

“Autumn falls in gold, sad for children. ”

Low, hoarse sounds blend in without a sudden sensation as the notes roar. A sad atmosphere, like the green smoke, flourishes.

“Wanzhang Xianlu, hesitant. ”

When the wind turned, they seemed to see the road to the top of Mount Banjo, the young man with the sword of immortality, struggling and advancing. But he seemed to move forward every step of the way, turning his head and looking.

“I ask the heavens, and I cry out to them; I go to the Yellow Springs for ten thousand years, step on the threshold of the heavens for nine days. My heart is sorry, may it be difficult, I am ready to regain the year. ”

For a moment.

Huang Qiao and Chen Xiaofen women's hearts trembled as if they were dreaming, as if they had been transformed into the Supreme Immortal of the Lower Yellow Springs for nine days. They were searching hard for the gates of that heaven, which was the lamp that would allow them to return home.

Sadness, pain, suffering, reading.

The flavor of grief haunts their hearts. Two lines of tears had slipped down their cheeks and wet their coats.

Yuan Chuling was shocked, Cheng Yunnan and Xia Wanfen, Li Xiaoqian and three other women, felt like goose bumps. Silly listened to the speed gradually from slowly playing to the storm, listening to Tang Xiu initially low and mute, to the back of the yelling and screaming out of love.

Sitting in front of the ancient qin, Tang Xiu's fingers were getting faster and faster, and he seemed to return to playing the piano when he was in the fairy world, and his emotions were all incorporated into it. That fairy road is hard, that kind of love, was played by his music.

Time passes and the music fades.

Tang Xiu raised his head slowly, his eyes slowly opened, a gleam of tears opened and dropped along the corner of his eyes. The blurred gaze gradually became clear, and when he saw the people in the compartment, a tearful appearance suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart to happiness.

Yes, it is!

Happiness in the Heartfield!

Once the supreme of the Immortal Realm, if he had given him a choice, he would rather give up his high status than give up his amazing strength and become an ordinary person to return to his mother, accompany her, serve her in front of her bed at her old age, and give her an old age.

Half a mile later.

Chen Xiaofen dissociated herself from the world created by Qin Yan, her blurred gaze, watching Tang Xiu with tears but a few smiling faces, suddenly her heart pounding. She was moved by the music and captured by that note. She never thought that there was such a wonderful sound in the world that it was like magic that she couldn't help but immerse herself.

Looking at Tang Xiu, she didn't know how to express herself. Thousands of words eventually turned into two words: “Thank you! ”

Huang Qiao sobered up from the aftertaste of the qin tone. She looked angrily at Chen Xiaofen who woke her up. After turning her head hard to Tang Xiu, she felt a strong sense of shame, which almost made her find a sewer to drill into.

Just now!

She also said that she was ashamed to point to Tang Xiu, but she was tempted by Tang Xiu's voice. She is a professional music player, and she is a music college teacher, a teacher watch, but she just looked at a master of harp art with a despicable look, this narrow mind made her regretful intestines blue.

“I'm sorry! ”

Huang Zheng took the first steps and bowed deeply to Tang Xiu.

At this moment.

The others in the compartment are also dreaming of waking up. They looked at Tang Xiu with that shocking look, as if the most incredible thing had happened.

“Boss, you...”

Yuan Chuling's lips twitched a few times, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. Even he didn't notice that his name became honorable. This kind of honorable expression, a kind of worshipping psychology.

Cheng Yannan and Xia Wanfen, Li Xiaoqian, three women, tears in their eyes passed away, but the tears were like washing their eyes. At this moment, it was particularly bright, as if a small star was releasing light. They had also taken Tang Xiu's art lightly before, as they had never heard Tang Xiu say they could play an ancient piano before.

And right now.

They looked at Tang Xiu as if they were looking up to the star of Uranus they worshipped in their hearts.

“This song should only be in heaven. How many times does the world have to smell it? ”

A teacher at the Golden Classic School of Music looked at Tang Xiu in a complicated way and exclaimed.

Don Xiu slowly stood up and said calmly: “It's late, it's time to go back. ”

“No!”

Chen Xiaofen and Huang Xiaotong called in unison.

When the voice dropped, the two women discovered their faults and quickly erased tears from the corners of their eyes.

Huang Jue stood in front of Tang Xiu, carefully gauged Tang Xiu, and said seriously: “Are you Tang Xiu? A student from Starling City One? Going to college right away? ”

“Yes!”

Tang Xiu nodded.

Huang Huanqi said: “Don't take the college entrance exam, come to our Golden Book Conservatory of Music! My husband is the Vice Dean of the Golden Book Conservatory of Music and he has a special spot in his hand. You don't need any tests, you can come to our Golden Book Conservatory to study. I'll give you a pack of tickets, absolutely no problem...”