C44 Listening to the Autumn Sound and Propagating the Eight Tones Art

The Ziwei Three followed the sound of the musical instrument, and before long, he arrived outside a pavilion. Raising his head, he saw that there was a signboard at the entrance of the shop. The three of them walked in.

After entering, Ziwei Three looked around, only to see all kinds of musical instruments in the pavilion, all kinds of musical instruments, such as pi, hu, xiao, flute, guqin, etc. Zhang Xiaoyu looked around, and although the music never stopped, he was unable to find the owner of the music.

When the shop assistant saw the three of them looking around, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet them.

"Customer, do you like anything?"

"Oh, I'm just looking around." Zhang Xiaoyu said. "Waiter, let me ask you."

"Please speak, sir." "Yes," the man promised.

"I usually play a good musical instrument and only arrive at your place after listening to the music. I've never heard this sound before and am very curious about it. But when I came to your shop, why did I only hear the sound and not see the person playing it?"

"Oh, so that's the case! This esteemed customer does not know that the person who blew the sound was my pavilion master, who is currently in the pavilion. "

"Buddy, can you inform me so that I can meet your Pavilion Master?"

"This!" The assistant hesitated.

"Sorry for troubling you!" Zhang Xiaoyu bowed.

The sound of footsteps came from the pavilion, and a white-haired old man walked down from the second floor. The old man wore a long black robe, his hair was luxurious, his face was slightly flushed, and there seemed to be a look of reminiscence in his eyes. He was not very tall, but his body was slightly plump, and in his hand he held an object the size of a chicken, smiling as he walked in front of everyone.

The shop assistant then hastily introduced the three people to him, "Three Taoists, this is my Pavilion Master."

Zhang Xiaoyu and the other two quickly bowed, and the old man hurried to help them up, and said with a clear voice: "Three dao leaders, you have truly killed me. I wonder what brings the three dao leaders here? "

Zhang Xiaoyu quickly replied: "Pavilion Master, I won't hide it from you. I have always loved to collect all kinds of musical instruments, but I have never heard the music that Pavilion Master has just played. I only heard it this time, and was attracted to it. The man bowed again.

"How can that be? You're too polite, Daoist Priest. Who would have thought that Daoist Priest's cultivation is good for his health, and also for this worldly material." The old pavilion master said.

"Pavilion Master's words are wrong. I, the Daoist, have always said that there is no place for people to live, no place for people to live, no place for heaven to live, no place for heaven to live." All things should follow their own ways, and be quiet and do nothing. Xianxian Laozi, also often sit in the high mountains and flowing water places, using the zither language, playing out the natural sounds, musical instruments, how can it be called the worldly things. Pavilion Master, the music you play is deep and melodious, similar to the music of autumn on the mountain, so how can it not be a natural melody? " Zhang Xiaoyu replied.

"Good, what a natural voice." "The pavilion master said." But you only heard one thing. "

"Oh, but Pavilion Master Wen is insightful."

"The musical instrument, although it is the voice of nature, is also a place where people place their emotions. For example, the battle between the military drums, not only to compare sound and appearance, but also to make the soldiers forget life and death, indomitable. The purpose of Zhong Qinghong's battle was not only to sing and dance, but also to spread the music of the world. Qin Se was compatible with each other. Not only were they lofty mountains and flowing water, but they were also close friends who would pass their lives on to each other. The Taoist heard only the sound of my voice, but not the meaning of my grief. "However, the Taoist is inexperienced, this is no wonder."

"Pavilion Master is wise, and I am ashamed of myself." Zhang Xiaoyu bowed once again. I wonder what Pavilion Master's name is. "

"Little old man, my surname is Chen, and my name is Yu."

"Chen Yu, could it be … could it be that the Pavilion Master is the legendary Eight Tones Saint Hand Chen Yu, Chen Xianyun?" According to the legends of the martial world, the Eight Melodies Sacred Hand and the Sound Palm were unstoppable throughout the world. However, for some reason, he quietly withdrew from the martial arts world. But who would have thought that they would meet here? The pathway has long been filled with the desire to learn from Elder Chen. For Sir Chen's sake, please accept this bow from the pathway. "

"Quickly, get up. How could this old man possibly accept a bow from an Immortal like you?"

Zhang Xiaoyu quickly got up.

"Has your master, Adept Arcanum, always been well?" Elder Chen asked.

"Elder Chen, you're missing me. My master has always been well." Elder Chen, how did you know my master's name? "

"Your master and I are old friends. Although I have already left the martial arts world, I still know a little about it. Ziwei Three should be the three of you."

"It's us three brothers." Lu Xiaofeng replied from the side.

"Oh right, Elder Chen, what instrument did you just play? Can I have a look at it? " Zhang Xiaoyu pointed to the thing in Elder Chen's hand.

"Oh, you mean this?" Elder Chen stretched out his hand.

"Exactly." Zhang Xiaoyu replied.

"This is a six hole pottery xun, it is said that it was used to trap prey in ancient times, and it belongs to the music of the earth. It can be divided into a xun and a xun according to its size, and a xun the size of a chicken can be called a xun."

"What a great xun, to be able to produce such a mournful sound." Zhang Xiaoyu could not help but sigh.

"Who is this? His heart was in a state of turmoil. How can you not enter our sect? Who was Yun Yang? A storm cloud. If the two of them were to go through with it, who would cause trouble? How can you not mourn me? The beginning is not today, the cloud is not me. Who? Hu Shi and I, Chen? I heard it and couldn't see it. Worthy of others? Not afraid of the heavens? Who? It's the wind. Hu Zibei? Hu Ziyan? What the hell? The gods stir my heart. The peace of mind is not inferior to the safety of others. You are in a hurry, you are in a less than fat car. The one who comes, the cloud is so much. And you come in, and my heart is easy. Not yet, or else it's hard to know. The one who comes will make me feel better. Burgess blow xun, Zhongshi blow qilin. If you are so well-connected, I will not know, but these three things will come out, and you will curse us. A ghost was not allowed to be taken. He has a shy face, but he doesn't care about others. Make this good song, to the opposite side of the pole. This poem originated from the previous Qin Dynasty. If one was like a lion, then only the person with feelings would be able to utter the melody of love. This Tao Xun shall then be given to you. I have a piece of music with me, I'll give it to you as a gift! I'll go upstairs and get it. " With that, Elder Chen went upstairs.

The Free and Unrestrained Child Zhang Xiaoyu held the Tao Xun in his hand and looked at it, only to see the xun in his hand, warm as black jade, with six holes, and with a door of wind at the top. There was a dragon and a phoenix tattooed on the clay xun. With one glance, he could tell that they were the real deal of the world. He couldn't help but feel joy in his heart.

Not long after, Elder Chen walked down from the pavilion with a book wrapped in black silk in his hands. He explained to Zhang Xiaoyu that this book was called the Tao Xun music manual and told him to study it carefully before he gave it to him.

Zhang Xiaoyu carefully kicked Qu Mu into his embrace, and the dragon and phoenix xun were wrapped in a small cloth bag and tied around his waist. Only then did the three brothers bow in respect, while Elder Chen accepted this bow without asking for anything from the three of them.

Only then did Ziwei Three walk out of the shop and enter the inn.

During the night, when the free and unrestrained was in his room meditating, he could not calm down. It was as if today's matter was too joyful. He then took the Tao Xun from his waist and held it in his hand to admire it. He suddenly remembered that Elder Chen had given him a piece of music. He hurriedly took it out from his bosom, wanting to learn it. He carefully spread out the black cloth and saw that there was a book inside the black cloth. He flipped open to the first page and saw that there were four big words written on the book: Eight Melodies Secret Art. He hastily looked inside. This was obviously Old Chen's unique skill, the Eight Melody Illusion Technique's secret mental cultivation method. Only now did he understand that Elder Chen had passed on the Eight Melody Technique to him just like that. Naturally, he was overjoyed. He knelt down in the direction of the Eight Note Pavilion and kowtowed three times. Then, he got up and began to circulate his inner force, preparing to practice the Eight Melody.