The next morning.

Ouyang Rong found Rong Zhen.

"Why did you come so late today?"

At the entrance of Xunyang Grottoes, Rong Zhen sounded a little dissatisfied.

Ouyang Rongduo glanced at her.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or because the material of the clothes absorbs light under the sun, but the palace dress that Lady Shi is wearing today is a bit more purple.

It gives people a deep and mysterious texture.

Today, she also wore a delicate and graceful updo and a high-style single maid, which is the dress of Luoyang aristocratic ladies.

Maybe he had stood in the sun for too long, and Rong Zhen looked very impatient.

Especially under the curious attention of passers-by around, although they were frightened by the majesty of the female historian, they had already restrained their gaze and did not dare to look more.

In addition, I don’t know if it’s because the sun is too poisonous, but Ms. Shi’s face looks a little dark... Well, maybe she’s in a bad mood.

"Sorry, I was obsessed with reading last night and went to bed late, so I was delayed." Ouyang Rong apologized.

"Oh, yeah, I'm reading a book." Rong Zhen said in a statement.

Ouyang Rong looked at his nose and heart, but seemed not to hear.

Rong Zhen looked at him and the soup box and piano box he carried with him.

Rong Zhen stretched out his hand and took the soup box in his hand:

"Let's go, come with me. It just so happens that you came very late, and you can have lunch in a little while. Let's go there first."

"good."

Ouyang Rong followed Rong Zhen all the way to the bamboo forest that he had visited a few days ago.

My guess that day was correct. The bamboo house that everyone discussed in the morning was where the old man lived. Of course, the old man went out to dig bamboo shoots and cleared the space.

Walking into the courtyard of the bamboo house, Ouyang Rong saw a familiar old man arranging the potted plants in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, toward the kitchen, smoke was lingering. Lunch was ready. Judging from the apron that the old man had not taken off, he must be cooking by himself.

When Rong Zhen brought Ouyang Rong in, the old musician didn't even look back: "Are you all here? Let's have dinner, and Rong Yatou's friends will come too."

After burning incense, the three of them gathered around the table, with three dishes and one soup in front of them.

"This is Ouyang Lianghan, Sima of Jiangzhou, acting governor of Jiangzhou, a bachelor of Xiuwenguan appointed by His Majesty."

Rong Zhen took the initiative to introduce both parties.

"The old man's surname is Yu. He is a senior in the palace. He used to be a musician in Shangyang Palace in Luoyang. He was His Majesty's favorite court musician."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said hello:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Yu."

The old musician looked at Rong Zhen's serious expression, then looked at Ouyang Rong, and said with a smile:

"Girl Rong, you are good at playing the piano?"

"So-so."

Ouyang Rong said modestly.

The old musician was not polite and said directly: "Play a song for me to listen to."

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, took out Yuan Huaimin's piano from the piano case, and played an impromptu song.

It was just a song. He pressed the strings with both hands and breathed out lightly.

Rong Zhen was concentrating, but it wasn't until Ouyang Rong raised his head after playing that she realized it was over and quickly looked at the old musician's face.

This reaction seemed a little stupid.

The female historian is a bit cute when she is stupid, but she turns out to be musically blind...

Ouyang Rong turned his attention to the old musician.

The latter stroked his beard and agreed:

"It's really so-so."

Ouyang Rong laughed. He really didn't study much about the art of piano. He used to listen to Li Guo'er and others playing while he admired it from the sidelines.

At the moment, I can only learn a few simple songs due to temporary needs.

When Rong Zhen heard this, his eyes felt a little disappointed.

The old musician suddenly said:

"But one piece of music can't explain anything. I'll play one. Listen to it and learn it carefully."

After speaking, the old musician took out a guqin.

Rong Zhen immediately sat upright and listened with concentration on his face.

Ouyang Rong relaxed a little, turned his head curiously, and looked at the old and the young.

Rong Zhen's reaction surprised Ouyang Rong. He originally thought that this old musician should be a senior in Sitian Prison, and he was participating in the defense of Xunyang Grottoes. Rong Zhen wanted to entertain him well.

But now it seems that Rong Zhen looks serious and studious, and she still has the patience to study at this critical moment. It seems that what she wants to learn is very important and must not be wrong.

Ouyang Rong became more and more curious.

What exactly is this old musician teaching?

The song is over.

The old musician gestured to Ouyang Rong:

"You come."

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses. He hadn't listened too carefully just now, but he was familiar with the basic fingering skills. He didn't think much about it at the moment. He followed his feeling and played the song again.

After listening to it, Rong Zhen felt that there were still some differences between the two songs. Even a layman like him could tell it, and he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

However, the old musician's expression remained unchanged and he suddenly said:

"Listen to it again and play it again."

Saying that, without waiting for Ouyang Rong to nod, the old musician played the song again. After finishing, his eyes turned to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong was not under any pressure, so he played it again, doing everything casually. Even if he accidentally played a wrong key in the middle, he did not deliberately correct it.

Only then did Rong Zhen roughly get some clues.

Ouyang Rong's version is almost the same except for some details.

The old musician did not give him a chance to play it a third time.

He nodded slightly, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Senior Ouyang doesn't have much talent in piano music, but... he has a lot of spiritual understanding. This is much better than Rong Yatou. With this understanding, he will be able to learn anything. People like you, I

I have seen very few of them in Luoyang for many years, but they are rare.”

Rong Zhen originally had a smile on his face when he heard Ouyang Rong being praised, but when he heard himself being compared, he suddenly became unconvinced:

"What are you talking about, old man? Why don't you come again and give me a try..."

The old musician smiled and shook his head.

After lunch, the old musician went to the bamboo forest with a sickle and a hoe, saying that he was looking for a quiet place to play the piano and pick some bamboo shoots.

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen accompanied him.

In the spring bamboo forest, bamboos grow everywhere, blocking many originally smooth roads.

Rong Zhen impatiently took a Xuanwuwei knife and split the bamboo.

The old musician smiled and used his sickle to clear the way without haste, not much slower than Rong Zhen.

But Ouyang Rong did not see any fluctuations in spiritual energy from this senior.

A closer look revealed that he was very particular about how he cut the bamboo to open the way. First, he hooked the sickle at the root of the bamboo with the blade pointed upwards. With a little force, he pulled it into his arms, and a piece of bamboo was easily cut off.

Ouyang Rong immediately took a sickle and followed the same example. He hooked the sickle to the root of the bamboo, grabbed the handle of the sickle, and pulled it into his arms... It was really easy and labor-saving.

He nodded lightly. If he hadn't had eight years of experience in living in the mountains and countryside, he would never have done this, just like farmers in the fields plowing the land with clever tricks.

Rong Zhen casually held the long knife and walked ahead for a while. When she looked back, she saw the tacit understanding between an old man and a young man. Their progress was not much slower than hers. Her cheeks suddenly turned red with embarrassment...

The old musician said nothing, and Ouyang Rong did not cast a teasing look.

But something is becoming more and more obvious.

Someone's cultivation talent is not good, but his understanding and spiritual heart are indeed higher than hers, more than one level higher.

Rong Zhen pursed his lips and looked at him secretly.

An afternoon passed, but there was no real gain, at least Ouyang Rong didn't feel it. Running around in the mountains and forests with this old man was more like traveling in the mountains and rivers.

During this period, Ouyang Rong saw that Mr. Yu seemed to be suffering from tuberculosis. He carried a handkerchief with him and would cough and cover his mouth from time to time. However, his expression remained calm and composed. During the process, he smiled and chatted a lot with Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen.

Ting Rongzhen said privately that the old musician lived in a bamboo forest with clear breeze for a period of time, and his illness was relieved a lot.

This place was also chosen by Aunt Song for him. The two of them are old acquaintances...

In the evening, Ouyang Rong was preparing to return to the city.
To be continued...