Soon, under the arrangement of the little girl, Gu Qingfeng followed the manservant of the villa to take a bath.
This villa was really quite comfortable. Even the bathing area was well decorated. Not only was there a hot spring to soak in, but there was also a drizzle formation above his head. After the formation was activated, it was as if it was drizzling. This made Gu Qingfeng sigh. People nowadays really knew how to enjoy life.
Thinking back to when he was cultivating, the spiritual energy in this world was very sparse. The spirit veins were also dominated by the large sects. Even spirit stones were considered luxury items. Sometimes, people would fight over a spirit stone until they bled. Now, after the catastrophe, it was as if the world had been reborn. Everything was beginning to recover. Spirit veins were everywhere. When the formation was activated, it did not have to worry about spirit stones.
People were in high spirits. After a bath and a change of clothes, it was spring again.
After the bath, Gu Qingfeng was in a good mood. He ate a few yuan qi pills. Although his body was still very weak, it was much better than when he had just woken up. His complexion was also gradually recovering.
He changed into the new clothes that the manservant brought. They were quite fitting. After putting them on, he looked at himself in the bronze mirror and felt a strange feeling.
In the bronze mirror, his figure was tall and straight. His long black hair was casually scattered. His fair face revealed a sharp and cold handsomeness. His pair of long and narrow eyes were silent and deep like an abyss.
Gu Qingfeng touched his face. There was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Cultivation knew no time.
To tell the truth, ever since Gu Qingfeng had tempered his body with the Nine Serenities Ancestral Fire, he had not looked in the mirror for a very, very long time. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten what he looked like.
"Back then, I was also a famous handsome young man in the surrounding villages … Now … sigh! I'm old … "
Although he looked like he was in his early twenties and was wearing very young and very new white clothes, he still did not have the vitality of a young man. There was only a kind of deep lethargy.
Cultivating the Golden Core could indeed preserve one's youth forever. However, it could preserve the youth of one's appearance, but not the youth of one's heart.
No matter how young one's appearance was, it could not hide the traces of time in the depths of one's heart.
Sigh.
The manservant brought a lot of fruits and sunflower seeds. Gu Qingfeng ate them while waiting. However, after waiting for a long time, Ouyang Ye did not come. Bored, he went out for a stroll.
Previously, he had heard from Ouyang Ye that there was going to be a music festival here. It seemed that there were many music masters from the Qingyang Domain. As Gu Qingfeng strolled down the hall, he could hear all kinds of zither music. He shook his head as he listened to the messy music played. It was just like the old saying: playing the zither in a mess.
"You call yourself a master? When I first started playing music, I played it better than this … "
If a mysterious piece of music could be played with an artistic conception, it could indeed make people dream back to the past. However, if it couldn't be played, it would simply be torture. After all, music was something that could easily cause a person's spirit to resonate.
There were gardens everywhere in the villa, and there seemed to be someone playing the zither in each garden. Gu Qingfeng could not help but stop in front of a garden. It was not because the zither music was wonderful. On the contrary, the zither music coming from this garden was very ordinary. It sounded like a beginner.
The reason why Gu Qingfeng stopped was because the sound of the zither inside made him laugh.
The zither music was intermittent. The person playing the zither seemed to be practicing. Every time she made a mistake, she would stop, play again, and make a mistake again … She went back and forth like this for more than ten times. Moreover, the person playing the zither seemed to be very persistent. She kept playing and making mistakes in the same place.
"What a one-track-minded person …"
Gu Qingfeng could not listen anymore. He followed the sound of the zither and walked in. What surprised him was that the person playing the zither was a seven or eight-year-old little girl.
The little girl was not tall. She had blue hair and looked very cute. At this moment, she was standing in the pavilion and playing the zither with her head tilted. Perhaps because she made mistakes every time, the little girl looked very depressed and muttered, "Why do I make mistakes every time I come here … Why? My finger technique is clearly correct, the chords are also correct … The rhythm is also not bad. Could it be that the use of the spiritual art is wrong?"
Since music was known as one of the top ten immortal arts, it was naturally not as simple as playing empty. A beautiful zither music, if played empty, might be pleasant to the ear or the sound of nature. However, if played with spiritual power, it would be like giving the zither music a soul. It would be more vivid and mysterious. The reason why music could intimidate demons was because of the effect of injecting spiritual power. A powerful piece of music was not inferior to a terrifying spell.
The little girl was very persistent and seemed to be a little stupid to the point of being cute … She went back and forth dozens of times, but she made mistakes in the same place every time. She was really stubborn. Gu Qingfeng walked over and said with a smile, "Little girl, your finger technique is not wrong. The chords and rhythm are also correct. What is wrong is the use of the spiritual art."
"Ah!"
Hearing someone speak, the little girl cried out in surprise. When she saw Gu Qingfeng, the little girl was not only surprised, but also shy. Her little face immediately blushed and she asked shyly, "Who … who are you?"
"I … I'm just passing by. I heard you play the zither so I came to take a look."
The little girl made an 'oh' sound. Seeming to remember what she said just now, she raised her little head and asked, "Big brother, what did you say just now? Did I use the spiritual art wrong?"
"You just used the Four String Minor Feather Technique. It is a bit heavy for the tune just now." Gu Qingfeng walked into the pavilion and sat down. He said, "Why don't you change to the Gentle Stroke Layering Graceful Technique and then use the Three String Minor Recovery Technique to see?"
"Change to the Gentle Stroke Layering Graceful Technique and then use the Three String Minor Recovery Technique?" The little girl opened the music score in her hand and looked at it. She replied, "But … the music score is not like this."
"The music score is dead, but the person is alive. How would you know if you don't try?"
The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while. Then she opened her eyes wide and looked at it for a long time. Then, she started to play, half-believing and half-doubting. When she played the wrong tune, she changed the finger technique to the Gentle Stroke Layering Graceful Technique and the spiritual art to the Three String Minor Recovery Technique. She didn't expect to succeed so quickly.
Perhaps she didn't expect it to go so smoothly, or perhaps she didn't dare to believe it was true. The little girl tried again and succeeded … The little girl looked at the music score and then stared at Gu Qingfeng. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't figure out how he could play such a tune without following the music score.
"Big brother, are you a musician here?"
"Me?" Gu Qingfeng shook his head, indicating that he wasn't.
"Then big brother must know music very well, right?"
"It's okay. I played for a while before."
"Then big brother's musical attainments must be very high, right?"
"Of course." Sitting in the pavilion, Gu Qingfeng crossed his legs and cracked melon seeds. He said with a smile, "Thinking back to when we played music, if I said I was second, no one would dare to say they were first. There was no tune in the world that I couldn't play."
"Ah! Really? Big brother, then do you know how to play 'Heartless Falling Flowers'? "
Heartless Falling Flowers?
Gu Qingfeng had never heard this song before.
"Then … what about Purple Cloud Flying …"
Gu Qingfeng shook his head. He had never heard this song before. Then the little girl said more than ten songs in a row, but he had never heard of any of them. Looking at the little girl's doubtful eyes, Gu Qingfeng's expression was quite awkward. He thought that he had bragged too much.
"Big brother, didn't you say that there was no tune in the world that you couldn't play? How come … you don't know any of Sister Su 'Er's famous songs?"
"Who is Su 'Er?" Gu Qingfeng thought for a moment. He was unfamiliar with this name.
"Sister Su 'Er is the musician that Jin Er admires the most!"
Gu Qingfeng thought that this nuisance Su 'Er might be a musician that had just emerged in recent years.
"Big brother, then what kind of songs do you usually play?"
"Usually …"
Gu Qingfeng thought seriously and said, "The songs I usually play may be a bit old for you. I don't know if you've heard them before. For example, I can play the songs of Ancestor Mo Yan, Granny Heiqin, and Sima Xingkong."
"Ancestor Mo Yan, Granny Heiqin, Sima Xingkong … they are all seniors from ancient times. Their songs are too … too strange. Jin Er doesn't like to listen to them." The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment. She blinked her big eyes and said, "Jin Er only likes the songs of those seniors from ancient times and King Chixiao."
"King Chixiao's songs?"
Gu Qingfeng raised his eyebrows and grinned. He said, "Don't say that. I'm best at Gu Tianlang's songs."
"Big brother!" The little girl frowned and looked at him suspiciously. "You don't even know how to play Sister Su 'Er's songs, and you say you're good at King Chixiao's songs … King's songs are much harder to play than Sister Su' Er's songs."
"Hahahaha! If you're talking about other people's songs, I can't guarantee it. But if you're talking about King Chixiao's songs, I can play them with my eyes closed … every song has artistic conception. "
"Big brother, you're boasting again. My grandfather studied King's songs his whole life, but he didn't dare to boast that he could play ten songs with artistic conception …"
"What? You don't believe me, little girl?"
Gu Qingfeng stood up and stuffed the spirit fruit in his hand into his pocket. He clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Big brother is in a good mood today. Let me show you what I can do." After taking the guqin from the little girl, he tried to play a few melodies. Perhaps it was because he hadn't played the guqin for too long, so he was a little rusty.
"Big brother, what are you playing? It's a mess. Also, big brother, why are you playing empty? Why aren't you using spiritual arts?" The little girl reminded him, "If you don't inject spiritual energy into a song, it's like it doesn't have a soul or life. It's impossible to play the mysterious artistic conception of the song."
"Oh, you seem to know quite a lot despite your young age."
The little girl's guqin was an ancient kind of banana-leaf guqin. There were some cracks on the surface of the guqin, so it should be quite old. Gu Qingfeng plucked the strings and said, "But not all songs can be played with spiritual energy only. Sometimes, you can play the essence of a song without using spiritual energy."
He tried playing a few more melodies. After familiarizing himself with them, he began to play a song called 'Drunken Song of the Blue Sea'.
When he was obsessed with music, he had composed many songs. This' Drunken Song of the Blue Sea 'was not the most mysterious of all the songs, nor was it the most artistic. The reason why he wanted to play this song was, firstly, purely because he liked it, and secondly, his current situation was similar to the situation when he composed this song.
Back then, he was young and frivolous. He offended many people and was injured countless times. Among them, he lost his cultivation many times. Once, he was besieged by Sengoku masters. His Primordial Spirit was exhausted and he almost lost his life. During that time, he had been hiding in the blue sea and drinking. That was how he came up with this song.
And now?
He was judged by the Heavenly Dao, his foundation of the Great Dao was destroyed, his Immortal Demon Throne was taken away, and his cultivation was gone … It was as if he had returned to the past.
Now, after so many years, playing this song again made him very emotional.
And this was the most wonderful thing about music. It could easily evoke memories and touch the deepest emotions in one's heart.
This was also the fundamental reason why Gu Qingfeng was obsessed with music back then.
When the song ended, his thoughts flew back from the past.
Gu Qingfeng exhaled and shook his head slightly. He was not very satisfied. "I haven't played this for a long time. I really can't find the feeling of the past."
The little girl next to him had been listening attentively, and her face was filled with shock. She stared at Gu Qingfeng with wide eyes as if she was looking at a monster. It was as if she had lost her soul and was staring at him in shock.
"What an eye-opener! It's really an eye-opener! "
Gu Qingfeng looked over and saw an old man standing in the garden. He didn't know when, but he had been standing there.
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