Chapter 3652: 3652
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Qin Wuyan was ready to fight with the old man to the end. Seeing the stubborn old man's tone and attitude suddenly softened, he couldn't react.
It's as if you are fully armed, waiting for the other side to attack you, but the other side gently threw you a cotton.
However, Qin Wuyan is also regarded as a good man. He calmly picked up the chopsticks on the ground, wiped them on his clean clothes and handed them to the old man respectfully.
The old man continued to eat with chopsticks. Seeing that he was silent, he asked, "what else did your master, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, tell you?"
Qin Wuyan did not dare to make a mistake and shook his head: "nothing more. He only said that there should be a starting, succeeding and changing rhythm, not a rigid switch."
The wizard hummed.
A meal ate quickly, Qin Wuyan finished, put down the chopsticks, facing the old man said: "I went to read a book."
The old man raised his hand and pointed to the innermost row of bookshelves, "from the books over there."
Qin Wuyan didn't retort. According to the old man's instructions, he walked over and sat cross legged on the ground, turning from bottom to top.
A cursory glance reveals that these books are all historical records of the past, and the contributions made by the superiors of various dynasties to the common people.
Qin Wuyan is fond of reading, and the people's wealth makes the country strong. In the heyday of a dynasty, it must be because a Ming Jun, who had the most outstanding achievements, was setting an example...
when the servant came to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, because the library was quiet, he didn't find Qin Wuyan. Under the impatient gaze of the wizard, he quickly carried away the food box.
The wizard rolled the wheelchair, locked the door of the library, picked up the pen and ink, and began to paint on the yellow paper...
as the sun went down, the library became dark again.
The flute sounded again as it had been a few days ago.
Qin Wuyan blinked his sour eyes, stood up, raised his eyes and looked at the old man. He listened attentively to the old man's music, but found that he couldn't settle down anyway.
His Qi and blood surged with the music, sometimes uncomfortable and sometimes calm, and his mood was restrained by the music.
At the end of the song, the old man put down his flute and looked at Qin Wuyan: "I remember half of it yesterday, but I remember all of it today?"
Qin Wuyan shook his head and pressed his chest: "I... I just feel that the music is confused, but... I don't remember it at all, even the melody I remember yesterday is confused."
The old man angrily threw the flute on the table and sighed: "if you don't understand the melody, it's OK. Now that you understand the melody, it's an obstacle to learn this song."
Qin Wuyan was surprised: "why?"
"This piece of music is not in the true sense of music, not to be appreciated..." the old man waved to Qin Wuyan: "come here."
Qin Wuyan walked over and saw the old man hand him a few pieces of paper full of notes: "since you have learned music, you are familiar with the temperament.
You should remember these notes well. No matter you memorize them by rote or practice them every day, you have to learn them and practice them in your heart or far away from the priest's house. Otherwise, it will easily lead to death... "
Qin Wuyan:" an idea flashed in his mind, which was quickly denied.
Such a powerful piece of music will not be passed on to him easily.
Qin Wuyan took the paper and respectfully gave the old man a big gift: "thank you, old man."
The wizard raised his eyes and looked at him, and suddenly said, "kneel down and give me three rings."
Qin Wuyan, "...
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Qin Wuyan was ready to fight with the old man to the end. Seeing the stubborn old man's tone and attitude suddenly softened, he couldn't react.
It's as if you are fully armed, waiting for the other side to attack you, but the other side gently threw you a cotton.
However, Qin Wuyan is also regarded as a good man. He calmly picked up the chopsticks on the ground, wiped them on his clean clothes and handed them to the old man respectfully.
The old man continued to eat with chopsticks. Seeing that he was silent, he asked, "what else did your master, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, tell you?"
Qin Wuyan did not dare to make a mistake and shook his head: "nothing more. He only said that there should be a starting, succeeding and changing rhythm, not a rigid switch."
The wizard hummed.
A meal ate quickly, Qin Wuyan finished, put down the chopsticks, facing the old man said: "I went to read a book."
The old man raised his hand and pointed to the innermost row of bookshelves, "from the books over there."
Qin Wuyan didn't retort. According to the old man's instructions, he walked over and sat cross legged on the ground, turning from bottom to top.
A cursory glance reveals that these books are all historical records of the past, and the contributions made by the superiors of various dynasties to the common people.
Qin Wuyan is fond of reading, and the people's wealth makes the country strong. In the heyday of a dynasty, it must be because a Ming Jun, who had the most outstanding achievements, was setting an example...
when the servant came to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, because the library was quiet, he didn't find Qin Wuyan. Under the impatient gaze of the wizard, he quickly carried away the food box.
The wizard rolled the wheelchair, locked the door of the library, picked up the pen and ink, and began to paint on the yellow paper...
as the sun went down, the library became dark again.
The flute sounded again as it had been a few days ago.
Qin Wuyan blinked his sour eyes, stood up, raised his eyes and looked at the old man. He listened attentively to the old man's music, but found that he couldn't settle down anyway.
His Qi and blood surged with the music, sometimes uncomfortable and sometimes calm, and his mood was restrained by the music.
At the end of the song, the old man put down his flute and looked at Qin Wuyan: "I remember half of it yesterday, but I remember all of it today?"
Qin Wuyan shook his head and pressed his chest: "I... I just feel that the music is confused, but... I don't remember it at all, even the melody I remember yesterday is confused."
The old man angrily threw the flute on the table and sighed: "if you don't understand the melody, it's OK. Now that you understand the melody, it's an obstacle to learn this song."
Qin Wuyan was surprised: "why?"
"This piece of music is not in the true sense of music, not to be appreciated..." the old man waved to Qin Wuyan: "come here."
Qin Wuyan walked over and saw the old man hand him a few pieces of paper full of notes: "since you have learned music, you are familiar with the temperament.
You should remember these notes well. No matter you memorize them by rote or practice them every day, you have to learn them and practice them in your heart or far away from the priest's house. Otherwise, it will easily lead to death... "
Qin Wuyan:" an idea flashed in his mind, which was quickly denied.
Such a powerful piece of music will not be passed on to him easily.
Qin Wuyan took the paper and respectfully gave the old man a big gift: "thank you, old man."
The wizard raised his eyes and looked at him, and suddenly said, "kneel down and give me three rings."
Qin Wuyan, "...
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Qin Wuyan was ready to fight with the old man to the end. Seeing the stubborn old man's tone and attitude suddenly softened, he couldn't react. It's as if you are fully armed, waiting for the other side to attack you, but the other side gently threw you a cotton. However, Qin Wuyan is also regarded as a good man. He calmly picked up the chopsticks on the ground, wiped them on his clean clothes and handed them to the old man respectfully. The old man continued to eat with chopsticks. Seeing that he was silent, he asked, "what else did your master, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, tell you?" Qin Wuyan did not dare to make a mistake and shook his head: "nothing more. He only said that there should be a starting, succeeding and changing rhythm, not a rigid switch." The wizard hummed. A meal ate quickly, Qin Wuyan finished, put down the chopsticks, facing the old man said: "I went to read a book." The old man raised his hand and pointed to the innermost row of bookshelves, "from the books over there." Qin Wuyan didn't retort. According to the old man's instructions, he walked over and sat cross legged on the ground, turning from bottom to top. A cursory glance reveals that these books are all historical records of the past, and the contributions made by the superiors of various dynasties to the common people. Qin Wuyan is fond of reading, and the people's wealth makes the country strong. In the heyday of a dynasty, it must be because a Ming Jun, who had the most outstanding achievements, was setting an example... when the servant came to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, because the library was quiet, he didn't find Qin Wuyan. Under the impatient gaze of the wizard, he quickly carried away the food box. The wizard rolled the wheelchair, locked the door of the library, picked up the pen and ink, and began to paint on the yellow paper... as the sun went down, the library became dark again. The flute sounded again as it had been a few days ago. Qin Wuyan blinked his sour eyes, stood up, raised his eyes and looked at the old man. He listened attentively to the old man's music, but found that he couldn't settle down anyway. His Qi and blood surged with the music, sometimes uncomfortable and sometimes calm, and his mood was restrained by the music. At the end of the song, the old man put down his flute and looked at Qin Wuyan: "I remember half of it yesterday, but I remember all of it today?" Qin Wuyan shook his head and pressed his chest: "I... I just feel that the music is confused, but... I don't remember it at all, even the melody I remember yesterday is confused." The old man angrily threw the flute on the table and sighed: "if you don't understand the melody, it's OK. Now that you understand the melody, it's an obstacle to learn this song." Qin Wuyan was surprised: "why?" "This piece of music is not in the true sense of music, not to be appreciated..." the old man waved to Qin Wuyan: "come here." Qin Wuyan walked over and saw the old man hand him a few pieces of paper full of notes: "since you have learned music, you are familiar with the temperament. You should remember these notes well. No matter you memorize them by rote or practice them every day, you have to learn them and practice them in your heart or far away from the priest's house. Otherwise, it will easily lead to death... "Qin Wuyan:" an idea flashed in his mind, which was quickly denied. Such a powerful piece of music will not be passed on to him easily. Qin Wuyan took the paper and respectfully gave the old man a big gift: "thank you, old man." The wizard raised his eyes and looked at him, and suddenly said, "kneel down and give me three rings." Qin Wuyan, "... " www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
