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    While Zhu and Yue Nu were in touch with Master and Disciple Dingyi of Hengshan, Sun Zheng was wandering at the foot of Hushan Mountain in the north of Hengyang City.

    Hengyang City is heavily monitored by Wiki, and the whereabouts of all important figures are under its control.

    Earlier, Wikipedia reported that Liu Zhengfeng changed his clothes and sneaked out of the city and came to Hushan to have a tryst with Qu Yang.  The two of them were playing the piano and flute on a platform on the mountainside, chatting and laughing and playing together. Judging from the picture, there was indeed a sense of tacit understanding, and it was very much like an underground band.

    Anyway, nothing happened, Sun Zheng is also a music lover, so he just went to enjoy the popularity.

    When we arrived near Hushan, the nearest mountain road passed through a village.  Sun Zheng didn't want to disturb these people, so he asked Wei Wei to find another mountain road.

    Wiki Report: "Sir! If you don't pass through the village, the nearest road will take you eight miles longer Also, sir, I found that Mr. Mo Da, the leader of Hengshan, is in this village!"

    Um?  Sun Zheng put on his glasses and Wiki released the monitoring footage.

    In a very inconspicuous farmer's courtyard, an old man dressed no differently from ordinary villagers was sitting on a horse playing the huqin with an intoxicated look on his face. The shape of this huqin is very similar to the erhu. Due to technical limitations, the timbre  Almost meaningless.

    It seems that Mo Da knew about Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang's hookup a long time ago, and even came to show off to his junior brother in person.

    Tsk!  These people in the world are more pretentious than the last.

    Sun Zheng is a bit funny, isn¡¯t it just his acting skills? It¡¯s enough that he plays his true self!

    Liuliuda entered the village, and several villagers gathered around him warily.

    Sun Zheng's clothes are noble and neat. He is obviously not a child of ordinary people. He is not easy to offend, and he only asks questions in a gentle manner.

    Sun Zheng smiled and explained: "I came to Hengyang to visit relatives, and today I came out of the city to play. I just heard a burst of huqin music, and I couldn't help myself, so I followed the sound. Please forgive me for disturbing me."

    These villagers had obviously been trained. When they heard that they were music lovers, they were mostly wary and quickly invited Sun Zheng into the village for a break.

    Not surprisingly, Sun Zheng was brought into the small courtyard where Mo Da was.  Sun Zheng stopped everyone from disturbing Mo Da and quietly stood by the fence and listened to Mo Da's miserable song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain".

    After the song was played, Mo Da looked up and said: "The distinguished guest has come from afar, so I'm neglecting you! Please invite tea in the courtyard. Ah Long and Ah Hu, you are still dazed, go and make tea!"

    Sun Zheng raised his hand and said, "Sorry for bothering you!" Without refusing, he walked in and sat down opposite the old man.

    Mo laughed loudly and chanted: "People say that Lao Chan's song is dedicated to the path of desolation and sorrow. There are few young people like me who are willing to listen patiently to the end. Haha, if I can listen to Lao Chan's song to the end, I am Lao Chan's close friend. A cup of crude tea.  , although it¡¯s not elegant, it can barely quench your thirst, don¡¯t dislike it, little brother.¡±

    Sun Zheng smiled and shook his head: "You're welcome, sir. Someone once said that the core of comedy is tragedy. Correspondingly, tragedy should carry hope! Listening to this song by the old gentleman, it blindly emphasizes the desolation and sorrow, but it only  It is depressing and ultimately ends in self-suffering. If a scholar practices this song, he can accumulate this resentment in his belly, and then express it on paper with words. If he practices this song of a martial artist, he can do the same.  The fists, feet, and swords will explode with anger. You will gain strength that is completely beyond your normal level. That is what is usually said, turning grief and anger into strength!"

    oops!  Mo Da was shocked: "This little brother is indeed a close friend, and he solved the mystery in one word!"

    Sun Zheng shook his head: "With all due respect to Wan Sheng, although this method of using music as an aid has miraculous effects, it is actually just a side trick and loses its grandeur! The cumulative effect of using these small techniques for a long time is the so-called resistance.  Nature. Simply put, as a person's skill level continues to improve and he becomes more familiar with the music, the rhythmic skills and emotional resonance required to achieve the same effect will become stronger and stronger. Eventually, a certain point will be reached.  When you are at a bottleneck, if you are unable to improve for a long time, it will inevitably cause doubts in your heart, and then you will question your own path. In the end, everything will collapse!"

    Mo Da took a deep breath, Sun Zheng's words sealed his throat with a knife, directly hitting his vital point.  Hasn't he reached this point now?  !

    The old man looked solemn and politely handed over his hand: "Then I dare to ask, brother, if there is a solution?"

    Sun Zheng smiled: "I can't say anything else, but purely in terms of music, a piece of music is only a process of accumulating anger from beginning to end, but there is no channel to relieve it. This piece of music is not complete.  Work. Maybe it can be used in life, and you can use words and fists to complete the final process. But for the music itself, it is just a semi-finished product! There is also a song here for Wansheng, please appreciate it, sir!"

    These days??That window paper.  With this stab, the three of them suddenly felt their eyes brighten, and they wished they could kneel down and worship on the spot.

    After explaining the principle, Sun Zheng began to play the Zheng song "Fishing Boat Sings Evening", and at the same time resonated with the power of his soul. A free and transcendent atmosphere immediately enveloped the small village. The three of them seemed to be taken by Sun Zheng to go boating on the lake together, watching the sunset on the horizon.  Drink and chat while taking care of the fishing rod.  Watching the ripples on the lake from time to time, birds chasing the water, passing by the lake from time to time, occasionally reaching into the water with their claws, catching the unlucky fish into the sky

    Beautiful, so beautiful!

    Wonderful, wonderful beyond words!

    After the song was played, the three of them could not come back to their senses for a long time. When the three of them finally woke up from the illusion, Sun Zheng was no longer in sight.

    Where are the people?

    ? Could it be just a dream?

    "This is it?" Mo Da found a pamphlet on the table and took it to read: "It's the Law of Twelve Equals!"

    I was extremely excited. When I looked up, I saw the face of Demon Cult Elder Qu Yang. Oh, I¡¯m so embarrassed!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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