The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 182 Qiuyin Kills the Cicada

Fang Yun put his hand on the piano and felt the touch of the strings. The Zhendan Qin is made of silk spun out by the spider demon. After being processed by the violin maker, it is delicate and cool, just like touching ceramics.

"The feeling of "The Resentment of the Concubine Xiang" is the feeling of the Concubine Xiang in mourning her deceased husband. In terms of entry-level playing skills, this piece is naturally the best. But if I were asked to understand the feelings of a woman who lost her husband, it would be too difficult for me to understand. . However, if I want to enter the Qin Dao realm and finally experience a feeling, how should I choose music?"

Fang Yun thought for a moment and suddenly realized.

"This is an autumn night, so of course I guess the autumn wind."

Fang Yun put the Zhendan Qin into his piano bag and carried it behind his back. He walked out of the study with his official seal and looked up at the sky. It was almost midnight.

Fang Yun gently opened the door and walked out of the yard.

Starlight shines down, like water covering the bluestone road, and the street is silent.

Fang Yun felt that someone was watching him secretly, but he was used to it because the people in the Holy Court had been protecting him continuously.

Fang Yun carried Zhendian on his back and strolled eastward, feeling the autumn wind blowing on his face, which was very pleasant.

After a while, Pang Juren's neighbor's door opened a crack, and Pang Juren followed Fang Yun from a distance.

Fang Yun completely relaxed himself, even forgetting his own purpose, walking quietly, quietly feeling the autumn, autumn night, and autumn wind.

The autumn wind is blowing, and Fang Yun's heart is full of joy. There is no heat in summer, no cold in winter, and it is extremely comfortable. Autumn seems to be the most peaceful season. Spring is too noisy, summer is full of insect chirping, and winter is cold wind, but autumn is quieter.

While walking, Fang Yun heard the sound of autumn.

When the singing cicada enters autumn, it becomes the cold cicada.

Fang Yun listened carefully, and his heart stirred. The summer cicadas chirped loudly and loudly, with a "I am the king of the forest" spirit, day and night. But at this moment, the Qiucicada lacks the high-pitched and loud voice, and its voice is much softer and weaker. It is more like crying and complaining, and it is more resentful.

Chilling cicadas mourn autumn. Once autumn is over, chilling cicadas disappear.

Fang Yun continued walking and unknowingly reached the bank of Yudai River.

The power of bright eyes' night vision allows Fang Yun to see everything clearly at night. The night wind blows, and the wicker branches look extremely heavy without the buds of spring and the fluttering of summer.

A faint yellowish color appeared on the edges of the originally green willow leaves.

Another gust of wind blew by, and some willow leaves fell.

Soon all the leaves will fall.

Fang Yun continued walking.

By the side of Pinghu Lake, the lotus flowers have withered, and the scenery of "lotus flowers reflecting the sun are distinctively red" is no longer visible. There are still lotus leaves everywhere on the lake, but the momentum of "the lotus leaves reaching the sky are endlessly green" is gone. Many withered lotus leaves lie limply. Floating on the water.

Fang Yun finally understood where this autumn sadness came from. It was not that people were saddened by the autumn wind, but that autumn was bidding farewell to all things, including cicadas, willows, and lotus flowers. They bid farewell to the whole summer and could not keep them.

"We were all sent away by the autumn wind, how can we not be sad." Fang Yun sighed and walked to the pavilion by the lake, took out the qin and placed it on the stone table. He did not continue to play "The Resentment of the Concubine of Hunan", but was infected by the autumn scenery. I remembered a piece of piano music "Autumn Wind Tune" that Yang Yuhuan had played before.

Fang Yun recalled the score of "Autumn Wind Tune" and recalled the feelings in this piece. This is a very orthodox ancient scenery song. The music constantly turns the notes into various images such as cicadas, jackdaws, fallen leaves, dead branches, etc. Because the autumn wind is difficult to sing and autumn things are easy to play, I waited for the music to describe the entire autumn, and finally let the continuous sad sounds turn into the autumn wind and blow everything away.

Fang Yun brushed the strings with his hand and started playing.

The first song was a little unfamiliar at first, but it gradually got better after the second play. After the fifth play, there was a faint trace of sadness in the song.

When Fang was carrying the bomb for the tenth time, all the cicadas around Pinghu suddenly started to make loud noises. The sound was not high-pitched and clear, but more like a sudden encounter with late autumn. Unable to withstand the terrible chill, the cicadas could only howl and cry loudly. .

Pang Juren had been watching Fang Yun from a distance, slowly showing a look of intoxication, but suddenly he felt a chill coming over him, and his body trembled, showing a look of surprise.

"Strange! When he plays at home, his sound can reach my yard. According to my judgment, his skills are skillful and his notes are accurate, but it stops at 'technique' and is still far away from 'art', let alone Talking about 'Tao'. But in just half a night, he actually broke through the level of 'skill' and touched the edge of 'art'. This is not what Cowherd and Weaver Girl Xingguang can do."

After a while, the cicadas chirped louder, and Fang Yun was completely silent in the world of "Autumn Wind Tune". With his eyes closed, his hands jumped and danced flexibly on the strings. It seemed that he was not playing music, but using the music to create the autumn wind. , a slight chill spreads in all directions with the sound of the piano.

There was a soft "pop" sound, and Pang Juren quickly turned his head warily, only to see a cicada falling to the ground, completely dead.

Pang Juren stared blankly at the cicadas for a while, then heard the same sound several times. He looked around and found seven or eight cicadas falling down.

Pang Juren looked at Fang Yun and sighed: "It is early autumn now. Although these cicadas are sad, they are still as strong as human beings and can live for at least another month or two. But Fang Yun actually killed the early autumn cicadas with the sound of late autumn, and returned He achieved the legendary "Qiu Yin Kills Cicada" without even entering the realm of Qin Dao. The understanding of meaning has surpassed that of many piano players. The murderous intention in autumn is even greater than that in winter. Although winter is the end of the four seasons, it gives birth to spring, but the meaning of autumn is to stop the vitality of summer and usher in the death of winter. His future achievements in war music will probably be far above those of ordinary luthiers!"

After playing for a long time, Fang Yun put away his qin, walked back, thanked Pang Juren who was not far away from his home, and then went home.

"Autumn Wind Tune" is too sad, and Fang Yun deliberately felt the sadness of the autumn wind. He didn't feel like reading anymore, so he calmed down his emotions a little and then went to sleep.

In the dream, cicadas chirped.

When Fang Yun woke up early in the morning, he found that the little fox was sleeping in his arms. His posture was still as elegant as before. He smiled and gently touched its head.

The little fox opened his eyes a slit, looked at Fang Yun, groaned twice, closed his eyes again and continued to sleep.

Fang Yun entered the literary palace and found that his literary courage had made great progress compared with yesterday, and he was getting closer and closer to a great achievement.

"Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, etiquette, music, archery, and chastity can all indirectly help Wen Dan Wen Gong, but the normal effect cannot be so great. This effect only occurs when a certain path advances by leaps and bounds. Could it be? It was really a happy event for Qin Dao to make progress last night."

After breakfast, Fang Yun tried to play "Autumn Wind Tune" again, and found that he could completely understand the emotions in the music. His emotions were brewing almost the moment his hands touched the strings. Although he has not yet been able to combine his feelings and music into one, like Yang Yuhuan, he has reached the edge of the Qin Dao realm. As long as he continues to work hard, he will have a chance to break through.

After the song ended, Fang Yun found that Yang Yuhuan was holding on to the door and looking at him with unusually bright eyes.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yun asked.

Yang Yuhuan seemed to be still immersed in the music and said softly: "You play better than me. It seems that I was right to learn the harp instead of the piano."

"I'm just kidding you. I've heard your "Autumn Breeze" and it's much better than mine."

Yang Yuhuan shook his head and said: "Mrs. Lai said that the piano master who taught her said that "Autumn Wind Tune" must not only contain 'sorrow', but also the autumn wind must blow away all the 'coldness'. My 'Autumn Sorrow' is enough." But you can't play "The Cold Wind". You are a man, so "Chou" is naturally not as good as us women, but you play "Autumn Cold" very well, with the true atmosphere of autumn. I like your music."

At the end of the sentence, Yang Yuhuan blushed and lowered his head slightly, fearing that Fang Yun would misunderstand.

Fang Yun smiled slightly and said: "Since you said so, I accept the praise. But I didn't expect that you have such a thorough understanding of the music just after learning the piano. By the way, after Chinese Valentine's Day, will your piano skills be good? Improved?”

Yang Yuhuan nodded and said: "Yes, there has been improvement. Especially in terms of skills, Mrs. Lai said that I am like a different person, a genius. However, Mrs. Lai said that I have not improved in terms of 'voice and emotion' , Xiao Lun, you are really good. I haven’t really mastered the music last night, but today I can send and receive it freely. How long have you been practicing?”

Fang Yun said: "The time is a bit short. However, if you often play "Autumn Wind Tune", will your mood be affected?"

Yang Yuhuan's eyebrows trembled slightly, she bit her lower lip gently with her white teeth, and said softly: "Sometimes, but with Nunu here, it will be much better."

"Sadness in the lungs, thoughts injuring the spleen. It is not good to play this kind of music all the time. I also realized something yesterday. I wrote a song "Good Night Yin". This song also plays about the autumn scenery, but it focuses on appreciating the night and praising the autumn scenery. , it makes people calm. After you play this kind of sad spring and autumn music, remember to play "Good Night".

"Yes." Yang Yuhuan nodded and moved lightly.

Fang Yun handed Yang Yuhuan the score of "Good Night Yin" written last night.

Yang Yuhuan looked at it for a while and said, "Xiao Yun, what kind of fingering is this?" As he said this, he came close to Fang Yun and pointed to the fingering of a piano piece on the music score.

Smelling the faint fragrance of Yang Yuhuan, Fang Yun remembered that "Liang Xiao Yin" is a famous piece of music from the Ming Dynasty, and it is also the only Ming Dynasty guqin music score included in the "Sikuquanshu". Although it is relatively simple, it is extremely representative. Guqin has a very high status in the world.

The style of this music is different from that of Shengyuan Continent. Not only does it have some fingerings created by later generations, but it also emphasizes both left and right fingerings. It can even be said that it emphasizes left-hand fingerings more, while Shengyuan Continent now places more emphasis on right-hand fingerings.

Fang Yun said vaguely: "I have seen these fingerings in some broken books. They should have been created by an unknown violinist."

"You played a piece of music last night, and it seemed to have a special fingering."

"Come, let me teach you." Fang Yun immediately changed the subject.

Fang Yun began to teach Yang Yuhuan several new fingering techniques, then taught her to play "Good Night Yin", and told her about the theme of the song. Finally, he wrote the lyrics of the music, because many ancient qin songs were accompanied by lyrics, called qin songs, and she sang them while singing. The same is true for "Feng Qiu Huang", "Yangguan Sandie", etc.

Yang Yuhuan was very studious and quickly learned new fingering techniques, and was able to play "Good Night Yin" in just one day.

At night, Fang Yun still went to Pinghu alone with his guqin on his back to play "Autumn Breeze Tune", then "Good Night Yin", and finally went home to continue reading.

Pang Juren followed him all the time, and the most common thing he did was to silently count the fallen cicadas.

A few days later in the morning, Fang Yun was studying in the study. The concierge hurriedly ran in and said, "Master, it's not good. A group of old men are blocking the door, all carrying things behind them, and they are clamoring to see you."

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