Chapter 1017 Cherish Each Other

The Tianmo Qin is not so much a musical instrument as a weapon that can release special sonic resonance. Although Luo Feng plays "Swordsman" and not "Tianmo Bayin" that disturbs the mind, he also expresses the artistic conception of the music. It is vividly and vividly conveyed to the heart of every warrior through music.

This piece of music is most suitable for adapting to the veteran heroes who have experienced bloody events and are tired of the grievances in the world. It will make them feel alienated and no longer feel the attraction of the rough and turbulent world, and they will have the idea of ​​hiding their swords and going into seclusion.

The songs shouted with a broken voice may not sound so pleasant, but they also have powerful spiritual power, just like chanting Buddhist mantras, instilling the idea of ​​"it is better to go back" into people's hearts.

Of course, to be able to accept this advice that points directly to the soul also requires that the listeners themselves do not have deep attachments, and those with excessive greed, desire for power, and desire for murder may not be able to let go even if they listen to the Buddha's sermons in person, let alone listen to a song. What about Luo Feng’s live version of the jam-packed song?

Luo Feng just ignored these people who were too obsessed with them. If they tried to persuade you to leave, but if you didn't leave, that was your own problem. If you were willing to die and be reincarnated, you couldn't blame Luo Feng for being evil and ruthless.

As the saying goes, "Man perishes for money, and birds perish for food." Because of Luo Feng's plan, he died in vain because of the desire he couldn't let go. It is only natural to make up for the catastrophe of heaven. The heroes who did not listen to the advice seemed to have been shouted, "Fellow Taoist, please stay." "Just like the other immortals who really stayed behind to mind other people's business, they deserved it if they were put on the list to be robbed. You can't blame others.

Afterwards, Zen Master Luo will definitely recite sutras to save them, so that they can be reincarnated smoothly and be reborn as human beings. They will not have to work as cows or horses in their next life to thank him. In a sense, this can be regarded as the most benevolent and righteous, showing the compassionate heart of the eminent monk Luo.

In this way, Luo Feng would be able to avoid the cause and effect of killing all the heroes, and would not be afraid of God's reckoning afterwards.

After the song was played, the singing gradually died down, and the lingering sound lingered with a melodious aftertaste. The book fairy was so intoxicated that he couldn't help but beat his knees and beat the rhythm. Only when Luo Feng put away the Tianmo Qin did he wake up from his intoxication. .

"Monk, no, master... Looking back, could it be that master was trying to edify me through a competition of skills?"

The old goblin sounded sighing and said slowly: "I have been trapped in this tower for hundreds of years. I can only read books to relieve my boredom and talk for comfort. However, my mood is trapped and impetuous due to the situation. Today, after listening to the master's music, all the barriers in my heart have disappeared. Quite a few.”

Luo Fengxin said that you have just stayed at home for too long and have become extremely lonely. Now that you see me, a monk, you feel that you have a clear face.

If you think about it from another person's perspective, this book fairy really hasn't met anyone of the same kind in hundreds of years. As a literary old demon in a demon prison, he is either surrounded by radio girls like Jiang Waner or stupid and cute guys like the Heavenly Ghost Emperor. It's normal. People have long suppressed depression.

When you meet a versatile fresh braised egg like Luo Feng, and after a few rounds of literary competition, you discover that the other person is amazingly talented, you will naturally feel sympathy for each other.

"Haha, the donor finally woke up."

Luo Feng smiled casually, took out a jade flute and a music score from his sleeves, and handed it to the immortal in the book: "The song "Swordsman" played by the poor monk is the music score of Qin Xiao Heming, which is suitable for authentication. Friendship, the search for a bosom friend, is similar to the songs "High Mountain" and "Flowing Water" played by the old benefactor. Sure enough, the benefactor knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string music, and he can be regarded as the bosom friend of the poor monk."

"You haven't asked me about Master's title yet? It's a blessing to know and be friends with Master!"

The book fairy quickly stood up and saluted, and his attitude changed drastically. His desire to win was resolved by "Swordsman", but Luo Feng's bald head became more pleasing to the eye.

"The poor monk's dharma name is: 'Lustful', his lay name is Luo and his given name is Feng."

Luo Feng returned the courtesy and said, "Since you and I have similar interests, why not become good friends and leave this boring tower to travel arm in arm in the vast rivers and lakes?"

The fairy in the book caressed his beard and said with a smile: "It is true to my wishes..."

The two of them walked a few steps quickly and walked around the stone table. They held their hands tightly, their eyes met, and they looked at each other excitedly, all without saying a word.

The scene may seem a bit basic, but that was how ancient literati made friends. Holding hands and looking at each other was childish. Uncle Liu Huang and Guan Zhang slept on the same bed so many times that they didn't know how many times they fell asleep.

Luo Feng was so cooperative, just doing as the Romans did. The ancients' tone may seem distorted to modern people, but in fact it is really very pure, without the slightest hint of homosexuality.

The two sat side by side at the stone table and chatted about life and ideals. Soon they became as close as old friends.

During the narration, the book fairy asked curiously: "Master Luo, are you really good at all kinds of arts? In addition to arithmetic, chess, and piano, what other talents have you not shown? Please open my eyes. .”

The starting point of such an elegant thing as a competition between literati and artists is not to win or lose. The ultimate goal is to impress the other party with one's own talents and greatly improve the favor. Since the book fairy made a request, Luo Feng would of course satisfy him.

Taking out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Luo Feng wanted to show off his skills. He spread rice paper on the ground and splashed ink. Soon a towering ink mountain appeared on the paper. This painting was copied from "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains". "Pictures of the Remaining Mountains", the reason why I copied this volume is that it is smaller than the Wuyongshi volume, so it saves time to draw it.

Before the book fairy could finish appreciating this volume of masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, Luo spread out the rice paper and started writing on the paper. What he wrote was half of an ancient poem: "Manshi travels all over the world in his life, and he often stands shoulder to shoulder with talents."

This half line of the poem is taken from a line in Mi Fu's running script "Shu Su Tie·Farewell to Wang Huan's Yanzhou". What he copied is Mi Fu's free and easy running script, which is exactly the same as the original.

After writing this paragraph, Luo Feng turned his pen and wrote, "The writing only looks at the electric current, and the words are only afraid of the coiled dragon walking away." This poem is copied from the "Autobiography Tie" written by Monk Huaisu, a saint of grassland, with a round and round style. The handwriting is fine and vigorous, the brushwork is flexible and varied, which is very different from "Shu Su Tie".

Luo Feng picked out famous Chinese calligraphers from ancient times to the present, and each of them wrote a sentence or two. On a piece of snow-white rice paper several feet square, the history of Chinese calligraphy can be seen at a glance.

After writing, he exerted his internal strength, and the wind of his palm swept over with warm golden light. The ink on the still-dry paintings and calligraphy was completely dried. Luo Feng picked up the two plagiarized masterpieces, handed them to the book fairy with a smile, and said : "Tan Yue, this is a poor monk's game. If you don't mind it, I'll give it to you as a greeting gift."

The book fairy picked up the two works with trembling hands, as if he was not picking up two flimsy pieces of rice paper, but a piece of gold and jade that weighed more than a thousand pieces. His dim eyes widened, and he rubbed the paper while praising it endlessly.

"I am so stupid that I have the guts to compete with the master. The master is truly an unparalleled talent. It is true that monks do not tell lies. The knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought is really comprehensive and masterful!"

Luo Feng waved his hand modestly and said: "That's too much praise. I only know a little bit about it, just a little bit..."

The purpose of showing off his talent for plagiarism in front of the Book Fairy was to seduce this old goblin to become his advisor, but he never thought that the two young female apprentices who had been standing behind him like little maids while he was competing were unknowingly fooled. trick.

Needless to say, Dolma, a foreign girl from the snowy plateau wanted to come and admire China's long-standing and extensive culture. When she saw her guru, who could do anything, her eyes were about to shine like searchlights, and she licked her lips and looked straight. Looking at that generous back, I don't know what he is planning.

Jiang Waner's face was still expressionless, but there was something strange in her eyes. Gujing Wubo's heart was filled with ripples. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her, but she was unusually curious about Luo Feng's works and wanted to learn them. I hope I can also create such masterpieces that give people aesthetic enjoyment.

She may have no emotions due to the lack of seven souls, but her instinct to appreciate beautiful things is hidden deep in her genes. However, anyone who carries Chinese genes will be impressed by the knowledge and art inherited from ancient times, sincerely Yearn for it.

The descendants of the dragon are more about culture and ideology, and their roots lie in the soul, not the seven souls.