Chapter 174: Zeng Houyi’s Chimes·On Rites

I saw——

When Feng Yun's fingers crossed the strings, beautiful notes continued to rise from the body of the piano like diffuse clouds.

With the curling sound of the piano, the heaven and the earth are singing together.

All the musical instruments in the palace moved accordingly, no one was playing.

The music containing the rhyme of the Tao, along with the layers of waves, pushed out Feng Yun's profound Tao, turning it into a wind of clouds and mist, flowing towards everyone.

The people present were in a state of intoxication, being led into a hazy state by this young but unconventional piano skill. They looked at the things they saw, and looked at the world——

It is like a farmer working in a spring field, bending his waist to plant seedlings.

It's like a boat traveling on the water in the summer rain, with poles and a solitary raincoat.

Like a sickle plucking in the autumn wind, smiling and sweating.

…

Feng Yun used Xuanmen's method of observing the world, and through the sound of the piano, brought all the scholar-bureaucrats in the palace into the most simple place in the world, allowing them to feel the purity of humanity...

Even though Feng Yun had finished playing the song, everyone was still immersed in the wonderful Taoist rhythm and could not extricate themselves for a long time.

And this cloud-like music lingered among the beams of the Chu palace.

After a long time, Marquis Zeng, who was sitting at the table, finally woke up.

The breath on his body was faintly rising, which seemed to be caused by the sound of the piano.

Ritual and music, this is the way of Marquis Zeng.

Today, Feng Yun first added Marquis Zeng's courtesy, and then added Marquis Zeng's happiness.

"The sound of nature is endless, and the lingering sound lingers in the air!"

Marquis Zeng's sigh also made everyone at the table wake up.

But sporadicly, many scholar-bureaucrats had aura changes, which showed that they were affected by Xuan Dao. The most prominent one was behind Feng Yun.

"Buzz!"

Qu Yuan had heard that Feng Yun was discussing Taoism with Lao Tzu earlier, and he had a vague idea of ​​the instrument that gave birth to his destiny. Now when he heard about Xuan Dao again, the instrument in his heart became more and more solid, and he looked at it lightly, like a slender guqin.

In addition to Qu Yuan, there is also Zhuang Zhou beside him. He has a hazy aura and a great harvest.

Seeing this, Marquis Zeng praised again: "Fengzi is generous in teaching and beautifying everyone. He has a great heart and is virtuous and virtuous."

Feng Yun smiled and said nothing in response to this compliment.

Earlier, Lao Tzu asked him whether he wanted to practice this way alone or spread it to the world.

Feng Yun never hesitated, he did not want to be alone.

At this time, music was used to spread the mysteries and was never kept privately.

"Fengzi, this harp has no name." Marquis Zeng raised his head and looked at the beams above the palace. The Taoist charm still lingered for a long time.

"If not, let's call it "Zhao Liang" to show the virtue of today."

As he said this, Marquis Zeng looked at the piano in Feng Yun's hand, feeling a little regretful.

Because, at this time, this Qin Sutra is probably famous, and it will become a famous Qin. It will be comparable to the instrument of destiny, and it will transform into gods.

There were not many such existences even in his inventory, and he felt a little reluctant to leave them at this time.

"The Qin was given by Marquis Zeng, so let's call it Yaoliang." Feng Yun responded, unaware of the name Yaoliang.

What's more...

Wandering around the beam, the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

It's quite an allusion.

"Hmm..." Zeng Hou nodded and stopped looking at the Yaoliang Qin.

"Congratulations to Fengzi, you got a great piano."

"Fengzi's piano skills are so novel, so great virtue and gift."

Many people who had gained something from Xuan Dao paid compliments to Feng Yun. Feng Yun sat back with a smile and did not refute the honor of these people, but returned the compliments one by one.

Not long after, Marquis Zeng said: "Today, the etiquette and music of Fengzi have taken precedence, so I should also fulfill the etiquette of a landlord."

"Come here, let me show you the elegant music created by the power of Zeng Guo!"

Zeng Hou stood up and shouted.

Elegant pleasure?

In the hall, the scholar-bureaucrats from various countries were all surprised. There was no elegant music in the ritual and music gatherings held in the past few years.

Behind Feng Yun, Shen Yinhua didn't know why, but he bent forward and said to Feng Yun: "Fengzi, this elegant bell is made of copper from Chu State."

"Bronze from Chu State?"

Feng Yun was surprised.

While talking, following the sound of difficult footsteps, a group of armored soldiers came to the center of the hall carrying a shelf with a large clock hanging on it.

There are three rows, big below and small above.

The red lacquer, gold and copper are shining with golden light among the candlelight in the palace.

Many musicians and dancers came quickly and stood under this huge musical instrument to prepare for Marquis Zeng's order.

Elegant music - Chimes!

At first, copper was purple and red, showing gold, and then it became the color of gold and copper.

If it is not used, it will only develop bronze rust in a few years.

Looking at the luster, they should be newly cast.

Many scholar-bureaucrats were eager to move forward, looking at the bells that filled the entire hall, and wanted to come forward and observe.

Seeing this, Marquis Zeng laughed loudly on the stage.

"You can take a closer look. There are thousands of words on it, which is a book about the rituals and music of the Zeng Kingdom."

Many scholar-bureaucrats heard this and came forward to watch the ceremony.

Feng Yun looked at it and saw that there were so many people at this time that it was crowded, so he asked Shen Yinhua: "What is the copper of Chu State?"

Qu Yuan and Zhuang Zhou also looked at him.

Shen Yinhua looked helpless and whispered: "Marquis Zeng wanted to find copper mines, and Yangyue had the most copper, so he prepared to exchange grain and cloth for it. But before that, the King of Chu and the dignitaries of Chu State raised copper mines and quietly gave away copper from Chu State.

…I’m afraid that’s what made this artifact.”

Looking at the chimes, Shen Yinhua shook his head and stood up.

"Feng Yun, I have to take the two princesses to see Daya first."

After that, he took Mi Yue and Mi Shu with him.

At this time, Qu Yuan's face turned red and he was silent. When he looked at the chimes again, he felt speechless and dumbfounded for a long time.

This is clearly a flattering gesture!

Feng Yun thought for a moment and stood up.

"Come on, have you ever seen such a chime? Just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that it is a national instrument. If it is played, I don't know what the sound is."

Feng Yun patted Qu Yuan's shoulder, and Qu Yuan suddenly followed him. He and Zhuang Zhou followed Feng Yun to the side of the chimes.

"Fengzi." A musician holding a bell and hammer came forward and introduced Feng Yun: "The upper level is the button, the middle level is the harp, and the lower level is the harp. They are arranged according to the timbre and rhythm."

"The beams of the bell frame are made of wood and decorated with red paint..."

The musician introduced it and Feng Yun praised it.

"The place of ritual and music is well-deserved. This chime is probably the most important one of the Zeng Kingdom."

Hearing the sound, the musician was delighted.

After Feng Yun finished observing, he took Qu Yuan and Zhuang Zhou back to sit down.

Zhuang Zhou asked: "How much copper does it take to cast this?"

Feng Yunmu's chimes, thinking.

"If measured by Chu, the bell and its decorative base should weigh ten thousand catties of copper."

"Ten thousand catties?" Zhuang Zhou's eyes flashed with confusion, but then he felt nothing.

He whispered: "Ten thousand catties is ten thousand gold. No matter how shocking the sound is, it is still too extravagant."

One gold is roughly worth fifty shell coins.

Its fifty shellfish coins are the price of a piece of fine cloth on the market.

"Ten thousand pieces of fine cloth." Qu Yuan murmured: "Chu has a population of one million, and its cloth women are weavers. It will take two and three months to weave one piece of fine cloth, and this does not include the number of silks."
To be continued...