Chapter 64

Yao Mengji wanted to slap himself in the face.

Mr. Li, who is a man? The existence of transcendence is Tao in a word!

Thousand year xuanbing can also compete with himself. In front of Mr. Li, he is naturally as humble as possible.

It's a great honor to be seen by Mr. Li. How can it still be a drop every ten years and don't want to mix it up?

Qin manyun is already shocked do not know what to do, just want to humble stand aside when the air man.

Li nianfan said with a smile, "I can't take your things for nothing. What do you want?"

Qin manyun knew Luo Shiyu, and the old man probably knew the emperor Luo and Bai Wuchen. They were both people in the cultural circle. After listening to some of his own things, he must have been itching. He came here to make friends with literature.

It's obvious that there is something to be desired for such enthusiasm.

The pursuit of cultural people is nothing more than seeking calligraphy or painting, or playing chess and tea.

Xiuxian asked Li nianfan. Although he is a little white, he is still true to culture. At least he has been trained by the systematic devil for five years.

It's rare to meet such a group of friendly immortal practitioners. If you can make a good relationship with them through cultural exchange, your security in the immortal cultivation world will be greatly improved.

I just don't know if these people are big men in the world of cultivating immortals. It would be better if I had a thigh.

Whether it's the miraculous herb in the yard, or the immortal cultivation events that have been flying all over the sky before, how could these things be solved so easily without the relationship between myself and a number of immortal cultivators?

It's cool under the big tree.

When Li nianfan said so politely, Yao Mengji was not happy. On the contrary, he felt his scalp numb, and his hair stood up all over his body. He was extremely nervous.

Test!

Absolutely a test!

How can I answer this question?

If you say it's a free gift, you will not believe it. If you really ask for it, how will you treat yourself? What's more, what can I ask for? Is it so easy to take something from an expert?

It's really hard to grasp the balance between them!

An answer is not good, provokes the expert not to like, then oneself absolutely cool!

In just a few seconds, he felt longer than a century, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

I am worthy of being an expert. It's terrible. Just one sentence implies countless profound meanings. I have practiced for thousands of years, but I don't know how to answer.

In the end, he could only say, "I I'd like to ask Mr. Li to point out Point out one or two. "

Li nianfan shook his head. The old man was ambiguous and outspoken.

Maybe this is the common fault of cultural people.

"Do you want me to show you how to play?" Li nianfan said directly.

From the beginning of entering the door, he noticed that Yao Mengji was staring at the Guqin in his yard. When he spoke, he would also peek at the Guqin from time to time. With his careful appearance, any fool could see that he had a special feeling for Qin. He was probably a Qin art lover.

Yao Mengji was overjoyed and even said, "yes, it is!"

It is worthy of Mr. Li. I'm afraid I've seen that I'm on the piano. If he can give me some advice, it will be a great blessing.

Li nianfan opened his mouth and said, "I can't talk about giving advice. I want to communicate with each other."

"Mr. Li, shall we play together or..." Yao Mengji asked weakly.

"No ensemble." Li nianfan didn't want to directly shake his head and refused. He was a mortal. How dare he play with the immortals? Is it too long for him?

This group of practitioners moved mountains and filled the sea. When they played the piano, if they had spiritual power gushing out and hurt themselves, who would cry.

"Why don't you play first? I'll listen in." Li nianfan pointed to the Guqin and said, "my piano is right there. Do you want to try it?"

Yao Mengji's whole body trembled, his face turned red, and his breath was suddenly short, as if he had heard something incredible.

He couldn't believe it and said, "Mr. Li, can I really play your piano?"

"It's just a piano. What can't be done?" Li nianfan was quite amused, and the old man's reaction was absolutely amazing.

Hu, Hu --

Yao Mengji quickly controlled his breath and said, "calm down. You should be calm. You can't be surprised in front of Mr. Li."

His eyes were fixed on the guqin, like a pilgrimage to the Guqin step by step.

This is an immortal tool!

No! It should be said that it is on the immortal utensil!

How can I play such magic things?

He felt as if he was dreaming. His brain was blank, and tears had appeared in his eyes.

If you can play a tune with it, you won't change it even if you can play it!Mr. Li is worthy of being an excellent man. I'm willing to let a slovenly person like me play this piano. I'll live my whole life!

Yao Mengji sits in front of guqin, shaking his hand, as if he wants to touch his lover, but he is afraid that his hand will dirty his lover's clothes and hesitates.

At this moment, he had a sense of death as a confidant.

It's the proudest thing in my life to be a chess piece of Mr. Li!

He whispered respectfully to the piano in front of him: "offended."

Then he put his hands on the piano.

There is a spirit in an immortal.

Yao Mengji knew that if it had not been for the will of Mr. Li, guqin would have blown himself out.

He quickly converged his mind, and his old eyes were full of unprecedented splendor. This is the opportunity that Mr. Li gave himself, but It is also a kind of test.

A man is like a tiger.

If you can play it, it's easy to say, but if you can't play it well and profane the guqin, then the road may be narrow.

He took a deep breath and held it in his chest.

Ten seconds later, it's a long stretch.

The hands suddenly stroked on the piano, a set of movements, very fluent.

"Keng -"

the melodious sound of the piano is long and easy, sometimes slow, and sometimes rapid. In the void, a series of ripples ripple out and have been drifting out for a long time.

Between heaven and earth, a sudden gust of wind, blowing Yao Mengji's white beard and white hair, let him look like a wise man of fairytale.

Li nianfan closed his eyes and listened to Yao Mengji's music, nodding and shaking his head from time to time.

It seems that the old man really likes the art of Qin, and he has put a lot of effort into it. Even in the systematic evaluation, this level has reached the level of level 8.

It's just

He could not help but think of the fear of being dominated by the system.

At that time, he thought that the level of playing the piano reached level 10 was already the peak, but he was told by the system that level 10 was just the beginning.

Speaking in a systematic way, these ten levels are just the foundation. In the end, we still need to integrate the artistic conception of the music, the surrounding environment, the feelings in my heart and personal feelings to pass the test.

In short I can't look back on the past.

God knows how I got through that time.

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