"Young Master!!"

Hongyu took a step back nervously, clutching Zhu Xiao tightly with both hands, her face flushed and unable to speak. Chen Ming's seriousness made her feel a little at a loss.

But I have to say that she was actually very moved, feeling that her efforts were respected, and respecting such things was too luxurious for her, and even something she had never felt before, so she reacted like this.

"Okay, give me Xiao." Chen Ming smiled after giving the gift, and did whatever he should do, and the big man should be open and open.

Hongyu subconsciously handed Xiao to Chen Ming, but after Chen Ming took it, she was a little confused and shy. After all, this was Xiao. What she often put was on her lips, and now she was held by a man.

"If you don't have a pen and paper, you should listen carefully first." Chen Ming sat down cross-legged and said gently. Hongyu nodded, and then realized what he meant later. He stared at Chen Ming in surprise. Could this young master want to teach her a new music score?

Before she could figure it out, a gentle and desolate sound of Xiao resounded in this woodshed under the moonlight under the blowing of Chen Ming.

According to legend, "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Zuo" is a narrative poem written by Cai Wenji, with a total of eighteen beats, which are used to lament her miserable life. Therefore, this song is also eighteen beats. This is the writing of one word to one sound in ancient times. The whole song is considered a fusion of eighteen songs, but it has a deep unity.

Chen Ming learned Guqin and Xiao. This was learned in college to pursue a senior sister. He only learned a few songs, but later he did not miss these things, and now he is used.

Hongyu gradually became fascinated by the style of "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Zuo" and the style of the current piano music. It combines the tones of the Huns at that time. The melody is full of ups and downs. When it is high, it is blue and sad, and when it is low, it is deep and sad, jumping up and down. The contrast is extremely strong. It is too vivid with the plain and fresh styles she has heard, and even shocked her. It turns out that the song can still be written like this?!

While these two people were teaching and learning, the main building of Xiuchun Tower was filled with people. The space behind the wall of the first floor door was extremely wide. There were gilded lanterns on several giant mahogany pillars. Thousands of candles and lanterns in the whole building made the lights shining in the building. Countless men in gorgeous clothes hugged beautiful girls and chatted and laughed. There were even Qushui Liushang in the center of the hall on the first floor. The dancers on the stage were dancing with the sound of silk and bamboo. The scene was extremely lively.

Just when there was a rush of human beings, a man sitting by the window suddenly shouted excitedly: "Don't make noise! ​​Listen!!"

Everyone in the building looked over in surprise, but saw that it was a scholar in white robe. Someone who knew him immediately smiled and said, "Brother Chen An, why are you?"

The scholar named Chen An was about the early twenties and looked handsome. He pointed out the window and replied, "Brother Chong, listen."

The brother called Chongzhi appeared on his face when he heard this, and he immediately took two steps forward and listened carefully. As he walked in, a crying sound gradually came to his ears. He was immediately confused and stood there silently. Someone next to him was surprised and listened carefully. This sound was fascinated. Unfortunately, it was too noisy around him, so he hurriedly shouted: "Don't make noise! ​​The Divine Song is born!"

"Divine Comedy?"

"What divine song?"

"Silence the people on the stage!"

When a person with a higher status spoke, the Xiuchun Tower, which was originally full of life, gradually became quieter strangely. The movements here gradually attracted the attention of the guests in the Xiuchun Tower. The news spread all over the world, so more and more people came to join in the fun, including the guests on the second and third floors who noticed the movements on the first floor and ran to the window to look for Xiao Sheng.

The entire Xiuchun Building was unprecedentedly quiet.

So the desolate and gentle sound gradually came into the building like a cry, including the other two auxiliary buildings. For a moment, the world was quiet, and only the sound of the sound of the shadow was heard.

However, the good times did not last long. After only one minute, Xiao Sheng suddenly came to an abrupt end.

"Where is Xiao Sheng?"

"Who is playing the flute?!"

"There is such a great talent in Xiuchun Tower?!"

"It must be the movement here that shocked the other party. I wonder who made such a touching song?!"

"What about the businessman?! Mother Liu! Call the person who just played the flute!"

"Let her come!!"

“…”

After the silence just now, Xiuchun Tower began to become noisy and sensational again. The sounds inside were even more than before. Several mothers in charge of Xiuchun Tower were busy jumping up and down to comfort Enke, and at the same time, they were hurriedly preparing to find the person who played the flute just now. They were also confused. Aren’t there all the young people in the backyard who were not out of the box yet? Who can have such talent?

However, they were about to go to find him, but they were sent back by the owner's personal maid in the building and told them that the person who played the flute was a distinguished guest in the building and could not be disturbed.

So they had to go back to deal with it with a bitter face. Although the guests in the building were dissatisfied, they had no choice but to do anything. Xiuchun Tower is not a place where anyone can cause trouble, so they had to talk about the Xiaosheng just now and the identity of the person who played the flute. It can be imagined that with their discussion, the Xiaosheng that appeared in Xiuchun Tower will definitely spread to the scholars and talents in Yeyang City at the latest tomorrow.

At this time, in the woodshed in the backyard of Xiuchunlou, Chen Ming stopped playing with a strange look on his face.

Hongyu came back to her senses from Xiaosheng, looked at Chen Ming in confusion and admiration, and shouted in a low voice: "Young Master?"

"Well, it seems that the song is indeed a bit long. In this way, you go find some pens and paper, and I will write the song for you." Chen Ming said after calming down. Hongyu was in a dilemma for a moment. After all, in this era, pens, ink, paper and inkstone are relatively expensive things, and she didn't have them, but then she gritted her teeth. At worst, she could borrow them from Sister Zi Chu first!

She gave a serious gift and said to Chen Ming: "I thanked the young master."

"Yeah, go."

Hongyu hurried away, while Chen Ming put down Xiao in his hand and stretched out his hand to look at him with a strange look. Then, the hand suddenly changed from illusory to clear, and a score of "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Zuo" appeared. This score was written in a modern stitching score, and there was even a complete narrative poem "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Zuo".

He could produce a music score suitable for this world, but he might not understand the music score in this world. If it was a score of subtractive characters or half-character score, he would not understand the ancient Chinese notation techniques, and then it would be funny at that time. It would be better to hand over the five-character score to Hongyu.

It just so happens that you can test whether you can gain more gold finger abilities.

"hiss……"

Looking at this music score, Chen Ming gasped, and that dream was actually real.

As long as he imparts knowledge in this world, or does something good to cause a good impact, he can gain some of the merits and creation powers of this world. He can use this merit power to realize everything in these two worlds, whether it is what he has now or what he has lost before.

This is a special ability he gained after traveling through both worlds.

He suspected that he was a traded item in the two worlds...

In other words, there may be something like Tiandao, and he was sold by his Earth Tiandao dad.

"Are so many time travelers in novels on Earth sold?"

Chen Ming murmured to himself, having deep questions, but then he diverted his attention and remembered that in his dream, Tiandao's father gave him something.

"Dongdong."

A knock on the door disrupted his questions. After putting away the piano score, Chen Ming took a deep breath and said lightly: "Please come in."

Hongyu never knocks on the door, and if it were someone else, she would never knock on the door. After all, this is a woodshed, so the person who came to him might be the Xiao Sheng who just now alarmed people.
Chapter completed!