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Chapter 293: Tianlong 8 Tone
I don’t know what happened, but today, Shen He, who was supposed to go to the Adventurer’s Association to accept a commission, returned to Gu Chen’s mansion in the morning.
And there came to Anranju not only Shen He, but also Xiangling.
By the way, Xiangling is also Shen He’s friend. They met some time ago when Gu Chen took Shen He to visit Liyue Harbor.
From the time they met until now, the two have always been good friends.
After all, both of them had masters who were immortals. This could be considered a kind of fate.
So this morning, when Shen He returned to Anranju, he brought Xiangling into the mansion with him.
This is not abrupt or rude.
What's more, Gu Chen and Xiang Ling are also good friends, so it's nothing.
Shen He was in front and Xiang Ling was behind. The two of them entered the gate of Anranju and first came to the garden in the front yard of the mansion.
This was not Xiangling's first time here. She had been invited by Gu Chen and Paimeng to visit their home before.
But every time she came, she was attracted by the beauty of the garden and couldn't help but linger.
This time, it is no exception.
Shen He, who brought Xiangling home, originally wanted to place Xiangling in the main living room first while she went to the backyard to do some work.
As a result, as the two of them passed by the garden, they heard a burst of clear and moving music.
The music is very powerful and at first glance, it seems to be more attractive than the beautiful scenery of the garden!
As expected, the two of them couldn't help but stop and listen.
They were both attracted by the sound of music and tried to find the direction from which it came.
Shen He doesn't have much artistic talent, he just thinks it sounds nice.
But Xiangling is different.
After listening for a while, Xiangling frowned slightly and made this judgment:
“It’s like two instruments playing in harmony.
The accompaniment is the yaoqin, and the main instrument... seems to be the pipa!"
Looking at Xiangling, Shen He shook his head slightly:
“I don’t quite understand it, but I think it sounds good.”
Continuing to listen to the music, Xiangling continued to make her judgment:
"It's not as simple as whether it sounds good or not, it's mainly...
Oh, I have never heard the pipa played, but I am familiar with the accompaniment of the yaoqin.
The one playing this zither should be my master, right?"
"Your master?" Shen He widened his eyes slightly: "Grandma Ping?"
With a slightly serious face, Xiangling nodded vigorously:
"Yes, I think I must have heard it right. I often listen to Master playing the piano."
Shen He, knowing that Grandma Ping was also an immortal, couldn't help but become curious at this time.
While listening, she looked in a certain direction of the garden and pointed:
"The sound seems to come from over there. Should we go over and take a look?"
Xiangling was very interested:
"Okay, let's go join in the fun!"
In this way, the two of them walked into the garden path, one in front and one behind, accompanying each other.
Walk over the rockery, turn around the pavilion, push aside the branches, and pass through the archway.
After walking through the garden for a while, the two finally came to a corner of the garden.
The scenery in this corner is not simple either.
The most obvious thing is that there is a patch of green bamboo planted there.
The bamboos grow luxuriantly and rely on each other, forming a large bamboo forest in the corner of the garden, which is quite quiet.
In front of the bamboo forest is a pond with slowly flowing water, and the water in the pond is very clear.
An exquisite hexagonal pavilion is built between the pond and the bamboo forest.
Three figures were playing and enjoying music in this hexagonal pavilion.
Standing a little further away, Shen He and Xiang Ling watched this scene and couldn't help but stop in surprise and look at each other.
After looking at each other, they observed the situation again.
Among the three people in the pavilion, the one who was sitting there admiring with his eyes closed and patting his thighs was undoubtedly Gu Chen.
The two people playing in front of him, the one responsible for accompanying the zither, was indeed Grandma Ping.
And it is absolutely unimaginable that the main player playing the pipa is Xianyun!
That’s right, it’s Xianyun!
Who would have thought she could play the pipa? Who would have thought she had this skill?
And anyone with appreciation can tell that her pipa skills are absolutely outstanding!
In such an environment, in the pavilion, Xianyun sat there holding the pipa and playing it, showing a leisurely and contented attitude.
You can see that she enjoys it.
Shen He and Xiang Ling on the other side looked at each other again.
The one playing the pipa was Grandma Ping, and they had expected that.
But they never expected that the person playing the pipa was Xianyun!
What a coincidence.
The two of them came to Gu Chen's mansion today for something, and came to join in the fun when they heard the music. The one playing the music was their master!
Is there anything more coincidental than this?
After smiling gently, Shen He wanted to walk across the bridge, but was stopped by Xiangling.
Although Xiangling didn't say anything, Shen He tacitly saw through her eyes.
Wait a moment, wait until they finish playing before going over.
After receiving this look, Shen He nodded, stood quietly and continued to listen to the playing.
After enjoying it for a while, the song ended and the pipa and zither playing in the pavilion slowly stopped.
Even if it stops, there is still a lingering feeling of not being able to stop.
Indulging in this feeling, Gu Chen, as a listener, clapped his hands without hesitation and made a comment:
"Okay, great!
The effect of the ensemble of pipa and yaoqin is truly superb.
Especially when this piece is presented in the hands of you two, it is like the shattering of jade at Kunshan and the harmonious singing of phoenixes.
Just like a dragon soaring into the clouds, chanting to the sky!"
This rating is not low.
After hearing Gu Chen's praise, Xianyun hugged her pipa and showed a complacent smile.
Because of her personality, Grandma Ping was habitually modest:
"Gu Chen, you're overpraising me..."
Gu Chen shook his head slightly:
"It's definitely not an exaggeration. My evaluation is appropriate and timely. The ensemble you two performed together deserves this evaluation!"
Still sitting there, Xianyun asked gracefully:
"By the way, you haven't told us yet, what is the name of the song you taught us?"
Speaking of this, Gu Chen's eyes became a little serious, and there was excitement in his seriousness:
“This piece of music is called ‘Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon’.
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't me.
It is the work of a senior master named Huang Zhan from my original world!"
"Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon..."
Muttering this name, recalling Gu Chen's evaluation of Long Tengyun's chanting of Jiuxiao just that day, Xianyun nodded in agreement:
“It’s a very fitting name indeed.”
Just as the three of them were discussing the song, Shen He and Xiang Ling finally crossed the small bridge over the pond and came over here.
As soon as she came over, Xiangling spoke first with great interest:
“Master, and Senior Xianyun.
Your performance just now was amazing! It made our hearts race and it was so inspiring!
Is this piece of music called Tianlong Bayin?
It feels really fitting!"