Fang Yun placed his hand on the zither and felt the strings. The Trembling Zither was made from the silk spat out by the Spider Demon Commander. After being processed by a zither maker, it was delicate and cool, like touching porcelain.
"The emotions of 'Xiang Fei's Grievance' are the emotions of a Xiang Fei mourning her deceased husband. In terms of basic zither playing, this song is naturally the best, but if you want me to understand the emotions of a woman who has lost her husband, that's asking too much. However, if I want to enter the zither path, I have to experience a certain emotion. How should I choose a song? "
Fang Yun thought for a few moments and suddenly understood.
"It's autumn night, so of course I have to choose the autumn wind."
Fang Yun put the Trembling Zither back into his zither bag and left the study with his official seal. Looking up at the sky, he saw that it was almost midnight.
Fang Yun gently opened the door and walked out of the courtyard.
The starlight sprinkled down like water on the stone pavement, and the street was quiet.
Fang Yun could sense that someone was secretly watching him, but he was already used to it. The people of the Notre-Dame had long since been constantly protecting him.
With the Trembling Zither on his back, Fang Yun strolled eastward, the autumn wind caressing his face in a very relaxed manner.
A little while later, his neighbor, Scholar Pang, opened his door a crack, and Scholar Pang followed Fang Yun from a distance.
Fang Yun completely relaxed, even forgetting his goal. He quietly walked, quietly experiencing the autumn, the autumn night, and the autumn wind.
The autumn wind was valiant, and Fang Yun's heart was filled with joy. Without the heat of summer or the cold of winter, it was exceptionally comfortable. Autumn seemed to be the most reassuring season. The bustle of spring was too thick, the chirping of summer insects was too vigorous, and the cold winds of winter were too strong. Only autumn was quieter.
As he walked, Fang Yun heard the autumn sounds.
The cicadas chirped in autumn were the winter cicadas.
Fang Yun carefully listened, great waves rising in his heart. The chirping of summer cicadas was loud and resonant, carrying the spirit of 'I am the king of the forest', incessant throughout the day. But at this moment, the autumn cicadas were no longer as loud and clear, their voices much softer. They were much weaker, like weeping and complaining, even more resentful.
The winter cicadas mourn autumn, once autumn is over, the winter cicadas are extinct.
Fang Yun continued walking and before he knew it, he had arrived at the bank of the Jade Belt River.
The power of Bright Eyes Night Vision allowed Fang Yun to see everything clearly at night. As the night breeze blew, the willow branches no longer swayed like they did in spring or summer, appearing abnormally heavy.
The edge of the originally verdant willow leaves. A faint yellow color could be vaguely seen.
Another gust of wind blew, and some willow leaves drifted down.
Soon, all the leaves would wither.
Fang Yun continued walking.
By the flat lake, the lotus flowers had withered. There was no longer the scene of the "lotus flowers reflecting the sun's unique red". The surface of the lake was still full of lotus leaves, but there was no longer the "endless jade-green lotus leaves reaching the sky" imposing manner. Many of the withered lotus leaves floated weakly on the water.
Fang Yun finally understood where the sorrow of autumn came from. It was not the sorrow of the autumn wind. Instead, it was autumn that was sending off everything, including cicadas, willows, and lotus flowers. After sending her off for a summer, she could not be asked to stay.
"Everything has been sent away by the autumn wind. How can it not be sad?" Fang Yun sighed and walked to the lakeside pavilion. He took out the guqin and placed it on the stone table. He did not continue to play the "Xiang Fei's Grievance". Instead, he was affected by the autumn scenery and thought of a guqin song, "Autumn Wind Melody". Yang Yuhuan had played it before.
Fang Yun recalled the music score of "Autumn Wind Melody" and recalled the feelings in this song. This was a very orthodox ancient song of scenery. The guqin song constantly transformed the notes into autumn cicadas, jackdaws, fallen leaves, withered branches, and other images. Because the autumn wind was difficult to play, autumn objects were easy to play. When the guqin song depicted the entire autumn, when the conditions were right, the unending sorrowful notes would turn into the autumn wind and blow away everything.
Fang Yun plucked the strings and began to play.
At first, he was a little rusty, but by the second time, he was gradually getting into the groove. By the fifth time, there was a faint trace of sorrow in the song.
When Fang Yun played it for the tenth time, all the autumn cicadas around the lake suddenly began to emit loud cries. These cries were not loud and clear, but more like they had suddenly encountered late autumn. Unable to endure this terrifying chill, the autumn cicadas could only loudly wail and weep.
Scholar Pang had been watching Fang Yun from afar, and gradually revealed an intoxicated expression. Suddenly, he felt a chill and his body trembled, revealing a look of surprise.
"Strange! When he played at home, the sound could be heard in my courtyard. According to my judgment, his technique was skilled and the notes were accurate, but it was still 'technique'. It was still very far from 'art', much less' Dao '. But in just half a night, he actually broke through the level of 'technique' and touched the edge of 'art'. This is not something that the Cowherd and the Weaving Girl could do. "
Not long after, the cicadas' cries became louder. Fang Yun was completely immersed in the world of the 'Autumn Wind Melody'. His eyes were closed, and his hands were nimbly dancing on the strings. It was as if he was not playing the melody, but was using the melody to create the autumn wind. Traces of coldness spread in all directions along with the sound of the zither.
"Pa!" A light sound rang out. Scholar Pang quickly turned his head in alarm, only to see an autumn cicada fall to the ground, completely dead.
Scholar Pang stared blankly at the autumn cicadas for a long time, and heard the same sound again. He looked around and saw seven or eight cicadas fall to the ground.
Scholar Pang looked at Fang Yun and sighed, "It is the beginning of autumn. Although these cicadas are sad, they are still in the prime of their lives. At least they can live for another month or two. But Fang Yun actually managed to kill the autumn cicadas with the sound of late autumn. He has not even reached the first level of the zither and he is already able to achieve the legendary 'Autumn Cicadas Killing the Autumn Cicadas'. His understanding of autumn has already surpassed many zither players. The killing intent of autumn is even greater than that of winter. Although winter is the end of the four seasons, it is the beginning of spring. Autumn is the end of summer and brings about the stillness of winter. In the future, his achievements in war music will be far beyond that of ordinary zither players! "
After playing for a long time, Fang Yun kept the Guqin and walked back to his house. He cupped his hands and thanked Scholar Pang before returning home.
The 'Autumn Wind Melody' was too sad, and Fang Yun deliberately tried to understand the sadness of the autumn wind. He was not in the mood to continue reading, so he calmed himself down and went to sleep.
In his dream, the sound of cicadas could be heard.
When he woke up, Fang Yun found that the little fox was sleeping in his arms. Its posture was as elegant as before. He smiled and patted its head.
The little fox opened its eyes a little and looked at Fang Yun. It groaned and closed its eyes again to continue sleeping.
Fang Yun entered the literature palace and found that his courage in the zither had greatly improved compared to yesterday. He was getting closer and closer to the first level.
"Zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, etiquette, music, archery and the like can all help in the literature palace. But normally, the effects would not be so great. Only when one of these skills has improved by leaps and bounds would there be such an effect. Could it be that my zither skills improved greatly last night? This is really a joyous occasion. "
After breakfast, Fang Yun tried to play the 'Autumn Wind Melody' and found that he could completely understand the emotions in the song. Almost at the moment when his hands touched the strings, his emotions had already been brewed. Although he was not able to combine his emotions with the song, he was able to do the same as Yang Yuhuan. He had reached the edge of the first level of the zither. As long as he continued to work hard, he would have a chance to break through.
After the song ended, Fang Yun found that Yang Yuhuan was leaning against the door, looking at him with bright eyes.
"What's wrong?" Fang Yun asked.
Yang Yuhuan seemed to be immersed in the song as she softly said, "You play better than me. It seems like I was right to not learn the zither and go learn the lute."
"I'll take it that you're joking. I've heard your 'Autumn Wind Melody' and it's much better than mine."
Yang Yuhuan shook her head and said, "Mrs. Lai said that everyone has heard of the zither skills that that person taught her. 'Autumn Wind Melody' not only needs to have 'sorrow', it also needs the 'coldness' of the autumn wind. My 'sorrow of autumn' is enough, but the coldness of the autumn wind cannot be played. You are a man, so your 'sorrow' is not as good as ours. But your 'Autumn Cold' is very good. It has the true atmosphere of autumn. I like your song. "
After saying this, Yang Yuhuan's face turned red. She slightly lowered her head, afraid that Fang Yun would misunderstand.
Fang Yun gave a faint smile and said, "Since you've said this, then I'll accept this praise. But I never thought that you would only learn the zither for a short time. Your understanding of the zither music is so thorough. By the way, after Chinese Valentine's Day, did your zither skills improve? "
Yang Yuhuan nodded and said, "Yes, there was an improvement. Especially in terms of technique. Mrs. Lai said that I'm like a different person. I'm simply a genius. However, Mrs. Lai said that I haven't made any progress in 'Harmony of Voice and Emotion'. But Little Yun, you're really amazing. You haven't really learned the song last night, but you can play it freely today. How long have you practiced? "
Fang Yundao, "The time is a bit short. But, you often play 'Autumn Wind Melody', will your mood be affected? "
Yang Yuhuan's eyebrows trembled slightly. Her white teeth gently bit her lower lip as she softly said, "Sometimes, but with Nuu here, it will be much better."
"Sorrow hurts the lungs, thinking hurts the spleen. It's not good to always play this kind of song. I also understood it yesterday. I wrote a song 'Beautiful Night'. This song is also about autumn scenery and autumn feelings, but the emphasis is on appreciating the night, praising the autumn scenery and making people calm. In the future, after you play this kind of sad song, remember to play 'Beautiful Night'. "
"En." Yang Yuhuan nodded and walked lightly.
Fang Yun handed the 'Beautiful Night' score that he wrote last night to Yang Yuhuan.
Yang Yuhuan looked at it for a while and said, "Little Yun, what kind of finger technique is this?" She moved closer to Fang Yun and pointed to a finger technique on the score.
Smelling the faint fragrance of Yang Yuhuan's body, Fang Yun remembered that this' Beautiful Night 'was a famous song of the Ming Dynasty. It was also the only song of the Ming Dynasty that was recorded in the 《Siku Quanshu》. Although it was relatively simple, it was very representative and had a very high status in the ancient zither world.
This zither song was different from the style of the Saint Origin World. Not only were there some finger techniques created in the later generations, but there was also equal emphasis on the left and right hand finger techniques. It could even be said that the left hand finger technique was more important, while the right hand finger technique was more important in the Saint Origin World.
Fang Yun vaguely said, "I have seen these finger techniques in some old books. It should have been created by some unknown zither master."
"The song that you played last night also seemed to have a special finger technique."
"Come, let me teach you." Fang Yun immediately changed the topic.
Fang Yun began to teach Yang Yuhuan a few new finger techniques, and then taught her to play the 《Tune of a Peaceful Night》. He also told her the theme of this song, and finally wrote the lyrics. Because many zither songs in ancient times were accompanied by lyrics, they were called zither songs. While singing and playing, the 《Phoenix Courting the Phoenix》, 《Yangguan Three Stacks》 and so on were all like this.
Yang Yuhuan was very eager to learn and very quickly learned the new finger techniques. In just one day, she was able to play the 'Beautiful Night'.
At night, Fang Yun carried his zither to the lake and played the 'Autumn Wind Tune' before playing the 'Beautiful Night'. Finally, he returned home and continued to study.
High Scholar Pang followed him and the most common thing he did was to count the autumn cicadas that fell from the sky.
A few days later, in the morning, Fang Yun was reading in his study when the gatekeeper hurriedly ran in and said, "Young Master, it's not good. A group of old men are blocking the door. They are all carrying things on their backs and are shouting that they must see you."
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