Gong Yizhu was indeed a very friendly elder. When Luo Jiujiang met him for the second time, everything they talked about was just right.
There was only one thing that bothered Luo Jiujiang, and that was that for some reason Gong Yizhuo had chosen the meeting place as a private room in a well-known restaurant near the college.
Luo Jiujiang: "..." Mr. Gongyi might have some misunderstandings about him.
Regardless, Mr. Gongyi possessed a wealth of knowledge and always answered Luo Jiujiang's questions. He also possessed a good character, unlike Luo Cang, who satirized seven people in one sentence, and that was just the beginning. No matter the topic, he delivered a captivating and engaging narrative.
What's more, his voice is more beautiful than the best zither in the world. Even the most meaningless nonsense, when read out in his unique rhythm and intonation, is like cleansing the soul, making people forget the taste of meat for three months.
For example, now, when he smiled at Luo Jiujiang and asked, "I've heard your whistle. I wonder if you've ever used any instrument to make a sound?" Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but reveal all his secrets: "I use the whistle the most, but I've also used the qin and the flute. Oh, and I've also used the gong."
Gong Yizhu's eyes turned strange: "Gong?"
"Hmm." Luo Jiujiang was trying hard to develop a resistance to Master Gongyi's tone. Whenever he could relax a little, he would use all his strength to speak in a rambling manner. "Master, it was because of my extraordinary talent in playing the gong that he accepted me as his disciple."
"……oh."
Gong Yizhu nodded and said nothing more about this issue.
But after the meal, when he called the waiter to pay the bill, he directly asked about the price of booking this private room all year round.
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
He vaguely felt that this might have something to do with the issue of whether the gong was on or not.
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Even though he was worried about his fate of hindering his disciple, Gong Yizhu still taught Luo Jiujiang some things.
"Music killing is just a minor skill," Gong Yizhu said as he slid his fingers across the strings. "The word 'music' is the essence of the great Dao. One sound can give life to all things, one sound can kill all things. If you only focus on the lethality of sound killing, you're like a child who can't even begin to speak, yet is already lost in the vastness of the universe. With a big belly and an empty heart, he's like a rootless duckweed, only to be laughed at."
In just a few words, he plucked the strings of the zither only once, but even so, the thin rose placed between the two of them actually sprouted a bud from its weak stem and opened slightly.
"This is life," Gong Yizhu said gently, "If I vibrate the string again, what will appear is death."
It's easier to hurt than to grow, so there's no need to deliberately act out. Gong Yizhu didn't even bother to end the short life of the newly opened rose. He picked up the flowerpot and moved it to the windowsill.
"You have a master, so I won't teach you anything deliberately. Your master will naturally teach you many things in the future. From now on, you should come to my hut on time every day, and I will play a few songs for you. The great way is beautiful, and if you can understand even a little bit, that will be a reward."
So Luo Jiujiang went to visit Mr. Gong Yi several times. In just three to five days, the joy he brought to Gong Yizhu was no less than what he had brought to Zhen Shuangliu, and even more.
Gong Yizhu was the founder of Yinsha, and his understanding of music was far deeper than Zhen Shuangliu's. Luo Jiujiang had grasped Yinsha after just one lesson, and the same was true for music now.
When Gong Yizhu played the first melody, indicating that Luo Jiujiang could play back the part he had memorized, Luo Jiujiang plucked the strings a few times, then stopped and pondered. Gong Yizhu felt a little disappointed, but his smile remained. Before he could say anything to smooth things over, Luo Jiujiang placed his index finger back on the zither.
The part he played was not accurately reproduced, but even if he had reproduced even the breathing pauses perfectly, it would not have surprised Gong Yizhu more than it did now.
What Luo Jiujiang expressed was the "meaning and charm" of the piano music that Gong Yizhuo had just played.
Although the voice and appearance are different, the spirit is there.
Gong Yizhu was like Zhen Shuangliu who had just accepted Luo Jiujiang as his disciple. He was satisfied with Luo Jiujiang no matter how he looked at him, and he really didn't know how to love him.
However, Zhen Shuangliu was a bit more reserved. Not only would he hold back his compliments to Luo Jiujiang, he would also point out his mistakes and scold him. Gong Yizhu had been praising Luo Jiujiang endlessly these past few days, so much so that the female disciple at the door, who always walked barefoot, even joked, "The master's poor appetite today must be because he didn't praise Young Master Luo enough."
Over the course of a few days, the two gradually became familiar with each other, and Luo Jiujiang began to feel more confident. For example, today, during Mr. Gongyi's usual casual chat before playing a piece—essentially a lesson, no doubt about it, mentioning that there was no distinction between instruments themselves, it all depended on the musician's musicality—Luo Jiujiang made a joke.
"Sir, don't say that there's no hierarchy among the instruments themselves; you've already made a distinction when you place them."
He pointed to the quiet room where Gong Yizhu kept his many musical instruments. The interior was neatly arranged. On one wall hung a pipa and a yueqin, while on the opposite wall were flutes, shakuhachi, and qins, zithers, zhengs, and xuns. These instruments were indeed lower in pitch than the flutes and xiaos. Every day before Gong Yizhu played, he would select the instrument he would use.
He deliberately teased, and Gong Yizhu joked back. He casually plucked the qin strings twice, and as the ding-dong sound rang out in the room, Luo Jiujiang suddenly rose from the ground, a sense of weightlessness washed over his body, and he actually floated in the air!
If he were being lifted by a smooth current, it would be fine. He was already a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so surely he couldn't fly with a sword? However, Luo Jiujiang's levitation was purely driven by the power of Gong Yizhu's finger movements. With the volume and pitch of Gong Yizhu's music, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but leap up and down in the air, occasionally bouncing violently. Not only did he look miserable visually, but he also felt incredibly uncomfortable.
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