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Chapter 35

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    In the story, it is still the lotus pond. Whenever the Taoist priests play the piano, the teenagers will come to listen. After listening, they will give some gifts more or less, sometimes flowers, sometimes leaves, and sometimes stones.  Pebbles, or gadgets from the market.

    Once a Taoist priest was thinking about something, sat by the piano and talked about a few notes, but couldn't play any more, so he sat there and lost his mind.

    The young man rushed into the yard, saw the Taoist priest in a daze, and laughed, "Why don't you play today?"

    The Taoist shook his head: "There is something in my heart, I can't play it."

    The young man said: "Then I will play for my master." As he spoke, he sat down beside the Guqin, stretched out his fingers, thought about the shape of Taoist fingers when he played the piano, and started to play cracklingly.

    The little boy next to him covered his ears, and the Taoist shook his head and said, "If you keep playing like this, my good piano will be damaged."

    The boy raised his head and said with a smile, "Really, I think it sounds nice."

    The little boy pursed his lips in disgust, and the Taoist said, "If you want to learn the piano, I can teach you."

    The boy stood up and hesitated for a moment, "Can I believe what humans say?"

    The Taoist didn't expect him to ask such a question, and then looked at the young man in front of him. I haven't seen him for many years. What happened to him?  Brushing the strings with his hand, he said seriously: "You can believe what I say."

    From then on, the young man lived in the Taoist temple. The Taoist priest asked the young boy to clean up the wing room, and found an introductory fingering book for the young man. The young man hesitated: "I live here, do those disciples of the master mind?"

    The little boy next to him snorted and turned his head away.

    "As long as I don't mind, others won't mind." Taoist said.

    "Master." The boy called.

    "Then I only eat steamed buns and drink spring water on the mountain every day," said the young man.

    "Okay, every morning, go to the mountain to pick up two loads of spring water to steam the steamed buns." The Taoist told the little boy.

    "Master." The little boy was dissatisfied.

    "Should I also call Mr. Master?" the boy asked.

    The little boy said anxiously: "No."

    The Taoist continued: "It's really not allowed. Although I have practiced Taoism, it has only been a few decades in this mortal world, and you are neither human nor immortal, neither monster nor monster, but the condensed spiritual energy of heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years in this world. I can't bear it."  This is called Master."

    At this time, the little boy's jaw dropped in shock.

    The boy lived in a Taoist temple. In addition to learning the piano, he would also help the boy to carry water from the spring on the mountain, and help other brothers and sisters clean up the sundries. It took about half a year like this, until the boy went shopping at the foot of the mountain and told the Taoist priest  , Said that many people from the Twelve Aristocratic Families suddenly came down the mountain recently, and I don't know why.

    At that time, the Taoist priest was teaching the young man to play the last piece of Guangling San. If he mastered this piece, he would have nothing to teach him.

    Hearing Xiao Tong's words, the young man who was concentrating on playing the piano made a mistake and played a wrong note.

    The Taoist priest who was holding the music score and guiding glanced at him, and said to the little boy: "We have nothing to do with the Twelve Aristocratic Families, and we have nothing to do with them. Don't worry about them."

    The child retreated in response.

    The Taoist looked at the young man, "Why didn't you play it? You played this sentence very well just now, let's do it again."

    It was nearly evening after Guangling finished school.  The little boy came to greet the master for dinner, but the boy said he was not hungry, so he stayed alone in the gazebo, lost in thought.

    The sun set, night fell, a cloud of black clouds rolled in, and after a while, raindrops fell.  The rain hits the lotus leaves, refreshing.

    When the Taoist came back from eating, he saw the boy still sitting in front of the piano, and said, "Since you're not hungry, let's play the song again."

    The boy raised his head in a daze, "Okay."

    Burning incense and sitting down, brushing the strings with his hands, he began to play the tune just now.

    The rain was stained with the killing in the song, and the Taoist standing beside him suddenly pulled out a wooden sword on the shelf next to him, and danced along with it.

    Qin Jian wants to make peace, peerless.

    At the end of the last song, the Taoist said calmly: "Do you want to go?"

    The boy nodded, "Yes."

    The Taoist asked: "When?"

    The young man replied: "Tomorrow morning."

    The Taoist nodded: "Okay, let's go." Put the wooden sword back on the shelf, turned and left.

    It rained all night, intermittently, and it was hazy again before dawn in the morning.  The boy went to say goodbye to the Taoist priest, but he had to know that the priest had gone out early in the morning and disappeared.

    The young man left the Taoist temple alone, feeling a little bit reluctant, but since the members of the Twelve Aristocratic Family have already found out the mountain, if he stays any longer, he will only hurt the old Taoist priest.

    While pondering,?I heard the voice of the little boy in the Taoist temple calling: "Stay here, stay here." The door that was about to close opened again, and the boy chased out with a guqin in his arms, and handed it to the young man, "This is what Master left for you."

    The young man saw that the guqin wrapped in the cloth was the old Taoist's favorite bed, so he smiled and said, "Is the old Taoist really willing?" He bent down and took off a tassel on the treasure of the guqin and said, "I  This person has no fixed place to live. I am afraid that such a good piano will be folded in my hands. I just want to keep this tassel in mind. Thank you for me, the old Taoist priest. If he has the heart, he will keep this bed for me.  Qin, maybe I will come back in the future."

    The young man bid farewell to the little boy, looked back at the Taoist temple several times, but still did not see the figure of the old Taoist priest, walked a few steps, suddenly thought of something, hurriedly turned back and called: "Little Shutong."

    The little boy looked at the boy.

    The young man asked: "I've been bothering in the temple for so long, but I've never asked the name of the old Taoist."

    The little boy said: "Master's name is taboo, the real person in the house."

    "Shilu?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and repeated in his mouth. Seeing the little boy nodding his head, he murmured in his heart, "Shilu, Shilu." He smiled again and said, "It turned out to be you, it turned out to be you." (Remember this book  Website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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