In a quiet alley, bright green bamboos are planted on both sides, and a pebbles are trails paved with pebbles at the foot. It is a relatively marginal area in Hedong Fucheng.

Occasionally, a melodious sound of the piano sounds, vaguely coming from the deep valleys and mountains, flowing in people's ears, and there seems to be a scene of red flowers and green willows, relaxed and happy. Those who play the piano sound are really the masters in the music.

On the street, Xiang Yang came in search of a sound, his fingers shook slightly in his sleeves. When he closed his eyes, he was also very addicted to the artistic conception revealed in the sound of the piano.

At the end of the song, Xiang Yang felt a little touched. He stepped towards Xiaozhu Lane and asked a woman who had just left the house about the identity of the person who had just played the piano.

"That person is Yaqinxuan's gentleman. He used to only come here three or two times a month, but he has been here every day these days.

He is very good. When he is free, he will give my child candy. If you want to learn the piano, please mention my sister Ma’s name and you will definitely get a 20% discount..."

The elder sister was carrying a basket of vegetables and liked the tall Xiang Yang very much. Although Xiang Yang was no longer handsome and had his facial features there, he was not ugly. In addition, his temperament was extraordinary. At first glance, he was attracted by Sister Ma, so he wanted to find a marriage for him.

When Xiang Yang faced the enthusiastic elder sister, she couldn't resist and hurriedly ran away. If Xiang Yang could run away, Sister Ma was considered a strange person.

"Yaqinxuan, I used to only come three or two times a month, but now I'm here every day, so it's Leng Hong. I didn't expect this person's rhythm to be so high. Oh, if I hadn't killed him, it would be great to learn the music from him."

Recently, Xiang Yang's understanding of sound wave skills has gradually become deeper, and he found that even with his simple insight, he can use his profound internal strength to activate sound waves, but his skills are still at this point, and it is difficult to make a big breakthrough.

Only by truly starting from the rhythm itself and being familiar with the five tones and twelve rules can one step closer to this, and even integrate the rhythm into martial arts, creating incredible powerful power.

This is the master of Dongxie Huang Yaoshi. A song about the blue sea tide is powerful. In addition to its own internal power, it is also related to the song itself.

There are also the mysterious demon zither and the dragon and the eight sounds of the dragon, most of which are in the rhythm.

Sound waves are far more than just who shouts louder and who has higher internal strength. That is just the shallowest insight, and Xiang Yang has already stepped through that level and began to move towards a higher level.

The pavilions with a full forest garden are towering at the end of the small bamboo alley, with rare flowers and plants on both sides. Even if the weather is cold and the ground is frozen, they are still blooming brightly. Walking nearby, you will feel comfortable and spiritual.

A servant wearing a felt hat was bored wiping a square chair made of green bamboo outside Yaqinxuan. When she saw Xiang Yang stopping in front of the door, her clothes were exquisitely dressed in high-quality fabric, and her eyes were reflected.

"Is this guy here to learn the piano? My husband is a master of the piano technique. His music is as wonderful as the heavenly teachings, and he will teach and teach, and he will not charge any money."

Xiang Yang smiled. The servant was a little interesting. He nodded and threw out a silver ingot from his arrogant sleeve.

"This is a deposit. Take me to see your husband. If you are truly talented and knowledgeable, I will definitely ask for advice sincerely."

"Okay, come with me."

The servant was so excited that he took the silver into his arms, bent down and greeted Xiang Yang in with an extremely kind attitude.

After the servant explained, Xiang Yang realized that because Yaqinxuan is located in Xiaozhu Lane and is far away from the center of the city, there are fewer ordinary people. Even if there are pedestrians, most of them are not rich. They are busy with life, so how can they have the leisure and spare money to learn the piano?

Therefore, it is very common for not having a single customer for one or two months, and not making any money.

He is a nearby person. Because he is quite clever, he was called by Mr. Qin of Yaqinxuan as a cleaning servant.

This person is also interesting. He is worried that Yaqinxuan will not make ends meet and has lost his job. He often solicits customers outside, hoping to generate income for Yaqinxuan, so he has the act of attracting customers just now.

"At this time, sir, just be inside, you can go in by yourself."

Xiang Yang nodded, reached out and pulled open the sliding door made of wood, bamboo and cloth and walked in. The entrance was a piano of different sizes, with a refreshing atmosphere of pine and bamboo.

"It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. The little friend's eyes are filled with divine light, and he must be extraordinary, just to learn the piano?"

Next to the wooden window, a man holding the piano with big sleeves and snow-white clothes leaned half against the wall, and tweaked the strings in his hands casually, and the sound of the piano like silky radiates out.

His long hair sways with the breeze, his facial features are perfect, as delicate as jade. This appearance is only when Xiang Yang was replaced by Xiang Yang before his transformation, but now Xiang Yang is directly turned into a slag.

"Of course, I passed Xiaozhu Lane in the lower road and heard the sound of Mr. Qin. It was only available in the sky and no underground. So I came here to pay a visit, hoping to discuss the music."

Xiang Yang walked in, closed the door with his backhand, and said kindly, as if he was a piano learner who heard the sound halfway through.

In terms of disguise or pretending to be thirteen, Leng Hong is really the most capable of pretending to be the people Xiang Yang has ever seen.

This completely different handsome appearance, this peerless charm, coupled with a very useful piano attainment, is very confusing. In the present without fingerprints and DNA, who can recognize that this is Leng Honglai except Xiang Yang, who has the wordless Tianshu?

What Xiang Yang is most puzzled is that Leng Hong is neither wearing a human skin mask, and now he is without makeup and has no disguise and makeup. How did he become like this now?

Is there a certain country here? Have plastic surgery?

"Okay, there are 48 xylophones here. Please choose as you like. I will teach you a song first, understand it, and then start from the basics."

Mr. Qin, who was transformed into Leng Hong, looked at Xiang Yang, and ignored him with a compliment. He just looked out the window with his face sideways, looking like a literary young man, with a high appearance and outstanding temperament, full of style.

Xiang Yang looked around and found that this person was really useful, so it would be okay to listen to the class first, so he chose a seven-string guqin nearby.

"Before learning the piano, I want to ask you, why do you learn it?"

Hearing the movement of picking the piano, Mr. Qin, who was transformed by Leng Hong, turned around and asked, "This is like going to school since childhood, and the teacher asked you why you are studying."

Some people don’t know anything, say that it’s forced by parents, some have clear goals, and for the future, there are also very grand ones, such as the one who studied for the rise of China.

"To be honest, I am a martial artist. He is a martial artist by nature and has a unique talent and understanding of sound wave skills. However, he has recently fallen into a bottleneck in his practice.

Today I suddenly heard the sound of the natural sound of the piano, which was fascinating. Then I suddenly realized that I wanted to learn the piano skills and hope that the teacher would fulfill it."

Xiang Yang is not a lie, he pretends to be the truth, no one can tell.

Mr. Qin's face looked much better. He looked at Xiang Yang deeply, nodded, walked to Xiang Yang, and suddenly threw out ten thin cotton threads from his big sleeves, wrapping them around Xiang Yang's ten fingers.

Facing Xiang Yang's puzzled gaze, Mr. Qin smiled slightly, just like the spring breeze blowing on his face, and his hands trembled, so he controlled Xiang Yang's ten fingers to play a piano piece that was equally nice but always lacked a little taste.
Chapter completed!