Ouyang Rong's eyes brightened slightly.

But he remembered something and asked:

"So Rong Nushi pinned her hope of mastering the essence of Qi Jue Shi and Qin music on this matter?"

Rong Zhen didn't answer, glanced at Ouyang Rong, who had promised to teach her, and suddenly said:

"The old man is actually very powerful. When he was young, he was also a legend in Chang'an, with many stories." Ouyang Rong nodded: "I can see it."

Rong Zhen glanced at Ouyang Rong's unsurprised expression, shook his head slightly and said nothing, probably because he thought he was speaking politely.

But she didn't know that Ouyang Rong had already discovered the old musician's identity as the sword holder.

Such a senior swordsman worked as a musician in the court of Luoyang, Chang'an, and his experience could not be legendary.

Approaching the farewell place, Ouyang Rong turned around and asked:

"Then what did you promise the old musician?"

Rong Zhen sighed softly:

"Actually, it's very simple. He asked us not to make a big fanfare for Wutong County in Cangzhou to welcome him, and there was no need to tell his hometown. Everything should be kept simple, and we should just treat him as an ordinary young man who has left home... except that

In addition, the most important point is... no one in the court, including Si Tianjian, can ever look for him again."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

Rong Zhen turned around and said, "You saw off Wang Caozhi today. Speaking of which, a lot of people have left recently."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Who else, except Mr. Yu?"

Rong Zhen said softly: "Princess Anhui."

Ouyang Rong immediately asked: "Do you want the prince to return to Beijing?"

"Yeah, almost." Rong Zhen said softly: "Maybe I'll leave before the celebration."

Ouyang Rong asked calmly: "Why are you leaving so early and not participating in the celebration ceremony?"

Rong Zhen shook his head:

"Maybe I'm afraid of hurting my feelings. What happened with the Xingzi Lake Giant Buddha... now that the Donglin Giant Buddha has landed, there's no need to stay long."

Ouyang Rong was silent.

After lighting a stick of incense, the two parted outside the Xunyang Grottoes. Before leaving, Ouyang Rong asked in a joking tone:

"The princess is probably worried about something happening on the day of the celebration, right?"

Rong Zhen shook his head.

Ouyang Rong heard her faint tone: "What can happen?"

Ouyang Rong took a boat back to the south bank and returned to Xunyang City.

The boat on the river slowly sailed away from the area filled with white mist. After noticing that it had left this area, Ouyang Rong took out the "rusty" Yunmeng Ling from his arms and looked at it carefully for a while under the light.

I saw that the rust that was originally all over it was gradually dissipating, and the luster of the bronze material was restored.

Ouyang Rong murmured to himself:

"Sure enough, Yunmeng Ling was restrained. Also... Will the old man play the piano music again? It seems that I can't do it if I don't go that day. This may be the only chance to hear the lotus boat music... Can Emperor Wen's Sword Art be perfected?

To master it, it depends on it..."

…

Rong Zhen held an oil lamp in his hand and returned alone to the bamboo house where he had dinner not long ago.

The rickety figure of the old musician appeared at the door.

Under the night, he sat on the threshold, holding a one-string wooden harp in his arms.

The sound of the piano sobs.

The old musician seemed to have his eyes closed.

When the girl in palace clothes walked into the bamboo courtyard, he spoke to the sound of the piano:

"On the day of the celebration, I will leave the piano music in the Buddha. After playing it for the last time, I will leave. Whether you can understand it later depends on your luck."

"Okay, at worst, I will listen to it a thousand times inside the Buddha."

Rong Zhenlongxiu passed by the old musician and entered the room.

The old musician suddenly said: "Girl, you are too obvious."

"What's obvious?"

The old musician sighed: "Don't end up like Miss Song, who will be infatuated for the rest of your life."

Rong Zhen shook his head: "I don't know what the old man is talking about."

The old musician sighed: "You are so obsessed with it, how can you break it?"

Rong Zhen turned around and asked: "If you don't break this appearance, can't you understand the sound of the piano?"

The old musician shook his head:

"If you ask this question, it means that a person has his own obsession. Once he has an obsession, it is difficult to break through it. You can't even break the obsession, but you still want to break the sound of my piano?"

Rong Zhen frowned and asked:

"Old senior, what is the true meaning of Emperor Wen's sword skills? Why is your piano music different from the music recorded by our Si Tianjian?"

The old musician smiled softly:

"Why do you have to insist on this? Why do you hear it? It is what it is. Girl Rong, why do you doubt yourself and want to find the most correct answer? Is there definitely the most correct answer in this world?"

Rong Zhen shook his head: "Da Siming once said that there is nothing wrong with seeking truth."

The old musician was quiet for a while and said softly:

"Emperor Wen's sword art has always been the sound of the piano, but the sound of the piano is different in each generation. What kind of sword master is the same kind of piano sound.

"It was once the sound of the prosperous times, and it was also used as a song for military battles... Now, in my hands, it is more like a song that only people who have fallen from the world can understand... It is both optimistic and cheerful, but also lonely and lonely. In the prosperous times,

What do killing and obsession have to do with me? Rong girl, do you think so?"

Rong Zhen frowned: "So you, senior, changed the tune privately? What was the previous tune, Prosperity? Killing? I don't think it will be easier for me to understand."

The old musician twitched the corners of his mouth, waved his hands and said:

"Forget it, playing the piano to a cow has some emotions that you little kids won't understand. By the time you understand, it will be too late. Don't regret it then."

The old musician was about to go back to the house. He remembered something and asked:

"By the way, I heard you say last time that little scholar Ouyang knew my piano music, and he even taught you. Is this true?"

Rong Zhen nodded, then shook his head:

"Ouyang Lianghan only knows how to play, but does not know the essence of it."

The old musician laughed and said:

"But he is indeed more understanding than you."

Rong Zhen suddenly said: "I have never seen such a stupid person."

The old musician was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed heartily.

…

late at night.

In the study room of Yinbingzhai, there is a solitary lamp.

Ye Weilai has fallen asleep.

Spring is already deep, and the temperature is no longer so low after nightfall.

Ouyang Rong habitually wore a coat and sat in front of his desk, holding his chin with both hands.

There was a Burning Sky Thunder placed in front of him.

The Fentian Lei had been disassembled. Ouyang Rong used a small porcelain cup to catch part of the Fentian Dragon Oil and put it under the light to look at it.

The liquid in the cup turns green.

He poured the burning dragon oil into a larger pen basin.

He reached out directly, picked up the lamp, lit the fire and lit the burning dragon oil inside.

A faint green light bloomed before his eyes.

Completely different from the orange light of the candle next to it.

Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes, took a knife of rice paper and threw it in. The fire became more intense.

He discovered very early that the Burning Sky Dragon Oil was very special. Not only did the flames have strong attachment and power, but it could also float on the water and would not be easily extinguished by water.

It is a must-have item for killing people and destroying corpses.

Ouyang Rong had previously planned to use it to block the river and resist the southwest rebels, but after the incident involving Zhu Lingxu and his son, it was not used in the end.
To be continued...