Soon, Wei Xingzhen and Di Yang turned back from the house together.

Feng Yan also came back to her senses from her thoughts, but looking at the Qin holding Wei Xingzhen's arms, she was slightly stunned again.

The guqin's face is black and red, and the broken plum blossom patterns and the broken snake's belly are intertwined. There are seal script carvings above the dragon pond, but the specific words cannot be seen clearly when shaking.

Feng Yan stepped forward, "Wait..."

Wei Xingzhen stopped.

She finally saw clearly, and the word "Duyou" was engraved on it.

Feng Yan held her breath and said for a while, "This... is Du You Qixian?"

Di Yang nodded, "That's right."

"Why should I put such a good piano away?"

Di Yang sighed softly, "It is because it is a good piano that I have to put it away so that Mr. He will not miss others when he sees things and adds to his sorrow."

"...Can I give me a good look at this piano?"

Di Yang was a little surprised, "Of course... Please... Master."

...

The three of them returned indoors, and Wei Xingzhen carefully placed Du Youqin on the qin table again. Feng Yan knelt in front of him and held her breath again.

It is said that there are two Duyouqins, one in a phoenix style and one inspiration style. These two guqins were both written by the Miaowei Taoist in Jingling County 1,200 years ago.

Most of the guqins made by him are three feet, six inches and five minutes long, and wide symbolize the year of the year; six inches wide, meaning six-fold; two inches thick, which is comparable to the yin and yang energy of heaven and earth; there are thirteen zither emblems on the surface of the zither, referring to the ordinary twelve months and leap months.

Taoist Miaowei was the founder of the Jingling Music School and had a very high attainment in piano skills. Unfortunately, God was jealous of talent and suffered from bad diseases at the age of 26.

Before his death, Miaowei set a fire in his mountain residence and burned all his weak and sick body and the thirteen guqins he made with his own hands.

Although people at that time tried hard to rescue, the fire still burned for three days and three nights.

However, what no one expected was that after the fire was extinguished, people found two intact "Duyou" among the embers. After the fire, the two xylophones did not turn into coke, but instead seemed to be coated with a layer of water waves.

The name of Du You has become famous since then.

Over the past thousands of years, two unique soldiers were handed over by many people and were carefully preserved by those who were destined to be until the destiny of Chu was destroyed and the founding of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

During the 70-year-long world turmoil, the two Duyou disappeared from then on.

Later, the He family found one of them - it was the inspiration that He Kui played and smashed him by the Luo River.

Feng Yan never dreamed that she would have the chance to see another phoenix robe in this life.

"I remember the book "Qianqujulei" says that the guqin uses broken patterns as evidence, and it has not been repeated for hundreds of years..."

Her hand gently stroked the piano board, and her heart was almost boiling-

The broken plum blossom patterns on the piano surface are the oldest among the broken patterns;

When the plum blossom is broken, there are patterns that cross the surface of one or half an inch - that is the snake's belly is broken;

At the edge, the patterns are round and large, like waves and cranes - the dragon patterns are broken;

And just now, I glanced at it quickly and there was a broken cow hair as thin as thousands of hairs on the back of the piano...

Feng Yan raised her head and said softly, "Is this... a real product?"

Wei Xingzhen nodded calmly.

Seeing that Feng Yan was so excited and restrained in this matter, Di Yang, who was close to him, couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt a sense of confidant.

"The first time I saw this zither, I also reacted with the young master." Di Yang looked at the zither and sighed, "When Mr. He was still young, I was still young. I would never see the inspirational Du You again... I didn't expect to meet another phoenix styling here with Lord Wei, which is really a blessing in my life."

Feng Yan didn't say anything.

At the old thing that had spanned thousands of years in front of her, she suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, as if she had reunited with the rumored Miaowei Taoist in the interlaced time and space.

Most of the piano music of Miaowei Taoist writes about mountains and rivers, but it is not limited to a mountain and a water. The sound of the piano often starts from a quiet place, and then the rocks break through the sky and the wind and clouds meet.

Feng Yan remembers that when she was learning piano, her master often said that the music of the Jingling School had a thickness. When she was young, Feng Yan didn't understand this sentence, and later she slowly realized the taste.

The reason why the mountains and rivers in the piano sound of Miaowei Taoist is different from others is that his strings have the spirit of changing the world. His music is full of imagination, imagining the endless mountains undergoing wind and rain for thousands of years, imagining the scorching sun, thunder and lightning, imagining the passing of spring and autumn, and the coming of cold and heat...

The so-called thickness is "time".

After the wonderful and delicate, few piano players can play the piano with such spirit.

The Jingling Music School has long since withered, but occasionally there are still people - for example, the master who teaches Feng Yan's Pipa will be attracted by such a kind-hearted person and can't help but praise her young students again and again.

"It's so good." Feng Yan couldn't help but sigh.

"I used to feel a pity whenever I think of He Gongluo Water falling into the piano, but then I gradually understood a little. If I had lost my soulmate in this world, it would be meaningless to have a good piano to accompany me." Di Yang said softly, "Thinking about it this way, you can understand it."

"It may not be because there are few soulmates." Wei Xingzhen said softly.

Di Yang looked at Wei Xingzhen, "What does Lord Wei think are the reasons?"

"Because such a world is not worthy of the wonderful piano," Wei Xingzhen whispered, "It is better to throw it away instead of letting Du You continue to live in the world and constantly tossing and turning into the hands of others."

A collision sound came from the few people near the sound - the three of them looked in the sound and saw an old man leaning obliquely against the door railing.

Di Yang was stunned, "Honor He."

Feng Yan also stood up, standing behind Wei Xingzhen and Di Yang, carefully looking at the person in front of her.

He Kui is old.

His appearance is far from what Feng Yan imagined.

Although He Kui has just passed fifty-four this year, his old face as bark as tree bark and his dead fingers look no different from those of an old man in his seventies.

He was thin, bent over and hunched, and had a big, tough nose on his face. His face was as gray as he was, but his cheeks and tips were red, maybe because of drunkenness or sunburn.

He Kui was wearing a coarse cloth dress, and his two rows of ribs were revealed from time to time with the wind and his movements.

This unusual weight loss firmly grasped Feng Yan's gaze, because all his naked skin looked like a thin layer of skin that was directly pasted on the bones. His originally tall figure lost all his charm because of his hunched figure, and he looked like a wanderer on the street.

However, his eyes...presumably because of the deep sleep of his eyes, He Kui's eyes looked unusually large.

These eyes are bright and powerful, but they rarely stay on specific people. He Kui seems to be looking ahead forever, as if in front of him, there is a world invisible to everyone for him to stare at.
Chapter completed!