Chapter 3652

Qin Wuyan was ready to fight the old man to the end, but when he saw the stubborn old man's tone and attitude softened suddenly, he couldn't react.

It's as if you are fully armed and waiting for the opponent to attack you, but the opponent throws a cotton at you lightly.

However, Qin Wuyan is also a person who accepts as soon as he sees something good, he calmly picked up the chopsticks on the ground, wiped them on the hem of his clean clothes, and handed them to the old man with both hands respectfully.

The old man took the chopsticks and continued to eat. Seeing that he was silent, he asked: "Your master who is proficient in chess, calligraphy and painting, what else did he tell you?"

Qin Wuyan didn't dare to make mistakes, and shook his head: "I didn't say anything, I just said that the rhythm should have a transition, and there should be no abrupt switching."

The wizard snorted.

The meal was eaten quickly, Qin Wuyan finished eating, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said to the old man, "I'm going to read a book."

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the innermost row of bookshelves, "Look at the books over there."

Qin Wuyan didn't refute. Following the old man's instructions, he obediently walked over, sat cross-legged on the ground, and turned over the books from bottom to top.

After a cursory glance, I found that these books are all past history books, the contributions made by the superiors of various dynasties to the common people.

Qin Wuyan watched it with gusto. The prosperity of the people makes the country strong. The heyday of a dynasty must be due to the fact that there is a wise emperor who has achieved the most outstanding achievements...

When the servant came to clean up the dishes, because the library was quiet and Qin Wuyan was not noticed, he hurriedly took the food box away under the impatient gaze of the wizard.

The wizard rolled the wheelchair, locked the door of the library, picked up the pen and ink, and began to scribble and change on the yellowed paper...

As the sun set, the library became dark again.

The flute sounded again as in previous days.

Qin Wuyan blinked his sour eyes, stood up, raised his eyes to look at the old man, and listened to the song played by the old man attentively, but found that he couldn't calm down no matter what.

His blood surged along with the music, sometimes uncomfortable and sometimes calm, and his emotions were restrained by the music.

At the end of the song, the old man put down his flute and looked at Qin Wuyan: "I remembered half of it yesterday, but today I remember it all?"

Qin Wuyan shook his head and pressed his chest: "I...I just feel that the melody is confusing, but... I don't remember the slightest thing, even the melody I remembered yesterday is also confused."

The old man threw the flute on the table angrily, and sighed: "It's okay if you don't know the rhythm, but now that you understand the rhythm, it will become an obstacle to learning this piece."

Qin Wuyan was surprised: "Why?"

"This song is not a real song, it's not for people to appreciate..." The old man waved at Qin Wuyan: "Come here."

Qin Wuyan walked over, and saw the old man handing him a few densely packed musical notes written on a few pieces of paper: "Since you have learned music, you have mastered the rhythm.

You should memorize these notes carefully, old man, no matter whether you memorize them by rote or practice them every day, you have to learn them anyway, and practice them in your heart or in a place far away from the priest’s mansion, otherwise, you will easily invite death ..."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

A thought flashed through his mind, but it was quickly denied.

Such a powerful piece of music will not be passed on to him easily.

Qin Wuyan took the paper, and respectfully saluted the old man, "Thank you, old man."

The wizard looked up at him, and suddenly said: "Kneel down, and give the old man three smacks."

Qin Wuyan: "..."