Luo Jiujiang: “!!!”
The stories of the first five disciples may have been passed down among the students in a dramatic and vivid way, which greatly enriched the extracurricular life of the students of Qinglong, but Luo Jiujiang never wanted to sacrifice himself to be the sixth one.
Never mind whether this worry is groundless or not. You should know that the fourth and fifth disciples used to laugh at others for being too superstitious in their early years, and they gladly became Gong Yi's disciples. To this day, the grass on the fifth disciple's grave is more than ten feet high, and the fourth disciple is still at Yaofeng, singing "Geese, Geese, Geese" all day long.
Luo Jiujiang's eyes rolled slightly, and he maintained a friendly tone when speaking to the woman: "In your opinion, sister, do I have any similarities with the five people who have the honor of becoming your disciples?"
"All of you young gentlemen are promising and handsome..." The woman flattered with a smile, and suddenly realized something, turned her head, and met Luo Jiujiang's eyes.
At that moment, Luo Jiujiang made sure she understood what he meant, because the woman's face immediately flashed with a helpless expression mixed with "laughing and crying", "another superstitious person", "Okay, okay, I knew it would be like this", etc. After half a breath, she sorted out her expression, put on the same charming smile she had just met Luo Jiujiang, and repeated crisply: "The masters are very optimistic about you."
Luo Jiujiang understood.
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The woman stopped at a bamboo forest in front of Mr. Gongyi's music house, and Luo Jiujiang had to walk the rest of the way by himself.
Under the setting sun, the evening breeze blew slowly through the bamboo forest. For a moment, only the rustling of bamboo leaves dripping with dew could be heard. In the distance, half a tune of piano music came. The sound was as quiet as climbing the White Pagoda alone to pick stars, and as open and unrestrained as the sound of pine waves sending the autumn wind for a hundred miles. Luo Jiujiang strolled in the forest, and his heart, which had been lifted up by the rumor and the woman's words, was finally relaxed.
He walked towards the direction where the sound of the piano came from, and the figure of the man in a thin Confucian robe had already come into Luo Jiujiang's sight.
Luo Jiujiang was standing mostly facing Mr. Gongyi's back, so he could only see a small part of his jade-like face and a section of his inky black eyebrows.
The sound of the zither changed slightly, from the distant and ethereal feeling just now to a gentle tone, with the low strings whispering and pleasantly melodious, like the fertile land with ice and snow melting in spring, subtly expressing the host's welcome.
Luo Jiujiang's mind was so caught up in the moment that he couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaim in praise, "Excellent..." He bit his tongue before the words left his mouth, and the praise took a strange turn, "Excellent, warm like fish soup and milk tofu!"
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The plucking of the strings seemed to pause, then be muffled by the lingering sound. How could someone as advanced as Mr. Gongyi be so powerless to continue playing? Luo Jiujiang thought: Of course I must have misheard.
The sound of the zither changed again, and the feeling of life and revival that had just begun to emerge during the Waking of Insects gradually took shape. In the blink of an eye, it seemed that the grass was green, swallows were carrying new mud, and birds and beasts had news again on the earth. All things, riding on the power of the east wind and the green trees, showed a prosperous and peaceful scene.
Luo Jiujiang said in a daze, "Wonderful! It's as delicious as vegetables dipped in soybean paste!"
For some reason, even though he could only see Mr. Gongyi's back from the current angle, Luo Jiujiang still felt that Mr. Gongyi was slowly revealing a smile with complex meanings.
But how could he dare to release his spiritual sense in front of his elders? He didn't have a pair of eyes that could see through things, so this was naturally an illusion he had created.
The music changes from high-pitched to ups and downs, almost making people mistakenly think that they are looking directly at the scorching summer sun. At this time, the rivers are flowing freely, the rivers flow into the sea, the forests are lush and green, the air is warm and hot, and people's hearts are even more passionate, and the friendship is already scorching and hot.
Luo Jiujiang pressed his chest, as if feeling something, and said, "Great beauty, fierce and fragrant like fresh and fragrant hair and blood!"
The sound of the piano suddenly changed from strong to weak, directly from the passionate and unrestrained summer to the cold and chilly winter, completely omitting the solemn and bleak atmosphere of autumn, as if it was determined to finish playing as soon as possible and end as soon as possible.
However, Luo Jiujiang, who was always good at adapting to circumstances and taking advantage of others' misfortunes, seemed to have no eyes, no ears, and no brains at this moment. He still spoke the last sentence with deep emotion: "It breaks my heart! It's as sad as bitter melon and fish mint!"
Mr. Gongyi's figure moved along with the piano, leaving Luo Jiujiang with a completely gaunt back, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore.
The author has something to say: I have read everyone’s comments over the past few days, and I am ashamed to say that I am indeed a less than qualified author.
I just wrote a very long paragraph, but I finally deleted it. I did have a lot of difficulties, but the things that made me sad were also the things that made others sad. But not every author would stop updating, although there are often obstacles in real life. But as an author, it is indeed a bad behavior to stop updating.
These days I quit my job at the Student Union and have basically given up on the debate team. After repeated consideration, I still prefer the identity of an author. After deep thinking and reflection, I seem to have regained the original strong feelings that I wanted to express. I will allocate all my free time in the future to this identity!
I'm back!
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