Rong Zhen just got into the car and took Ouyang Rong's piano and notebook over.

She sat face to face with the old musician for a moment and suddenly asked:

"Senior, when will the piece of music you promised Si Tianjian be handed over to this junior? There is not much time left."

The old musician, who was smiling and concentrating with his eyes closed, paused, opened his eyes, and looked at Rong Zhen.

He chuckled and asked:

"Girl Rong, haven't you heard the song you want?"

"What do you mean?" Rong Zhen was stunned: "But the junior has never heard the senior play the song of military formation."

"Who said it must be a military formation song?"

"But [Emperor Wen]'s sword skills were born in the military..."

"That was before. Strictly speaking, [Emperor Wen]'s first sword art was born from a palace music of the Da Sui Dynasty, and then came the military formation song recorded by Si Tianjian as you know it, celebrating Taizong's Wen

The emperor bravely broke through the formation...

"When the previous senior passed it to me, it was a military formation song. Yes, but you may not believe it. I have long forgotten this military formation song. But over the years, the sound of the piano has changed.

It has been lingering in my ears.

"To use what a senior senior said with a laugh, it's just... forgetting that it's okay, it's all the same.

"It doesn't matter what the song is, what matters is whether you heard it, doesn't it?

"I actually don't like the sound of killing by the previous senior, and prefer the sound of the prosperous age, but I'm ashamed that the sound of the prosperous age is too difficult. I haven't found it for so many years, but on the way south after leaving Luoyang, I found it.

A little personal understanding, this understanding was also shared with you a few days ago."

Rong Zhen was stunned, "Have you ever played it? Late, I'm ashamed, I have no memory. Which one is it?"

The old musician smiled slightly:

"It's okay. I'll give you another chance. Let's see your understanding for the last time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man took the xylophone next to the girl in palace clothes, placed it across his knees, and put down his fingertips.

The sound of a piano began to echo inside and outside the carriage.

When Rong Zhen started to listen, his face was still a little confused. Then, he seemed to remember something, his eyes widened, and he immediately went to get Ouyang Rong's small notebook and turned on the light to take notes...

The two carriages had already arrived at the closed West City Gate.

No one got out of the carriage that Rong Zhen was riding in, the old musician. Ouyang Rong took the initiative to get out of the carriage and showed the city guard the documents regarding the night passage of the Jiangzhou governor.

The west city gate opened, and the carriage that Rong Zhen and the old musician sat in started and passed directly through the city gate.

When Ouyang Rong saw this, he didn't go to say hello.

After getting on the carriage, he rubbed his eyebrows and ordered Ali outside:

"Go back to Xunyang Tower."

"Yes, sir."

The two carriages that were originally traveling together were heading towards each other at the city gate. At this time, an inexplicable piano sound came from nowhere. Sometimes it was like a distant bridge, sometimes like a pine stream, sometimes like a green mountain, floating in the darkness inside and outside the west city gate.

in the night.

Not only the soldiers at the top of the city were attracted, but Ouyang Rong was also attracted.

Inside the carriage, he slowly stopped.

"Eh."

I couldn't help but lift the car curtain and glance behind me.

The sound of the piano came from the carriage in which the old musician, Rong Nushi, was riding.

Ouyang Rong suddenly reacted. This piece of music in his ears seemed to be a fusion of many songs he had heard. He remembered that the last time he visited Kuanglu Mountain, the old musician stopped to play it while admiring Songxi, Liting, Shenggu and other scenic spots.

of.

As he listened, Ouyang Rong discovered that the player had cleverly connected the six pieces of music together, making them exceptionally harmonious.

The order of the series, if I remember correctly, is: Yuanqiao, Daiyan, Songxi, Cuishan, Liting, Shenggu...

While Ouyang Rong was listening and thinking carefully, he suddenly felt a strange movement of spiritual energy in his body.

First I was shocked.

Then open your eyes wide.

The spiritual energy in the body is gathering like a tide, as if something is brewing.

The cultivation level that has been stagnant at the eighth level of Dzogchen is like being ignited by a fire, and the spiritual energy from the limbs surges. The bottleneck of the seventh level in front of me, which was originally like a mountain, is crumbling...

This is... sword art.

An unknown sword art!

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized this, and immediately turned his head to look at the old musician's carriage.

"Mr. Yu, you also... hold a sword?" His eyes gradually narrowed.

On the other side, Rong Zhen was still confused and was busy memorizing the music.

It's a pity that the old musician played too fast.

With the fall of his last note.

Rong Zhen leaned back on the chair in frustration, with a red flush remaining on his small face, but his expression was lost.

In the carriage next door, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes.

Break through the eighth level and be promoted to the seventh level!

The blue spiritual energy in the body turned into red spiritual energy as if it was dyed red by blood.

The sword technique and the breakthrough came too suddenly.

Ouyang Rong didn't recover for a moment. He frowned and looked inward, falling into a state of mystery and mystery.

In another carriage, after the old musician stopped playing, Youyou said:

"The bridge in the distance is clear and shallow, and the lotus boat floats on it. The Daiyan rock can hardly block the pine flow of the stream. From a distance, you can see the pear trees standing on the green mountain, and there is still the sound of the valley empty."

“When I was visiting Kuanglu Mountain recently, I came across a poem called Qijue.

"I compiled seven pieces of music based on the order in the poem. Girl Rong, you should have heard it last time."

Rong Zhen reacted: "I...I forgot most of, wait, seven songs? Isn't there only six songs?"

"Oh, I counted it wrong, it's seven songs, because there is one more song I haven't thought about, one less song is 'Lotus Boat'... But it's okay, six songs are enough for you, you only need that quota, six songs

Or what is the difference between the seven poems? Everything you want is in these six poems. Some things are not destined, so why force it."

After speaking, the old musician sighed and closed his eyes.

Rong Zhen hesitated to speak and looked down at the notebook. She only remembered half of it and it was too late. There were still beads of sweat hanging on her forehead.

It would be nice if Ouyang Lianghan was around.

The girl in palace clothes suddenly thought of it.

In the carriage next door, Ouyang Rong lowered his head and stared at his palms.

His music theory talent can usually be roughly remembered after listening to it twice. When he was in Kuanglu Mountain, he had learned it carefully for the first time, and just now it was the second time, so he actually reacted faster than Rong Zhen.

, six pieces of piano music were connected in my mind at once.

Feel the surging seventh-grade spiritual energy fluctuations in your body.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

Although he was clearly surprised, he still frowned.

This is not a complete sword art!

There's still something missing, something missing...what's missing?

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