Orikawa was making a zither when he suddenly sneezed.
Mu Lin here is reading this crappy book with all his might, determined to figure out some tricks.
Finally, she felt that the problem lay in the connection between heaven and man.
The connection between heaven and man, the connection between heaven and man… The connection between heaven and man!
How can she sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth
As the saying goes, a master can only lead you to the door, but practice is up to you. Her master is simply a hands-off boss. It’s good enough for him to give her some hints. Does she expect him to teach her step by step
Ahhh! Mu Lin collapsed and rolled on the couch, turning over and over. He didn't know when he stopped, and he actually fell asleep in a daze.
When Orikawa saw this scene in the water mirror, a smile disappeared from his lips.
Mu Lin was sleeping quietly, revealing a clear and bright face. Her extremely smooth black hair was unconsciously scattered while she slept, spreading all over the bed like silk, which was very much like her personality.
When Mu Lin woke up, she vaguely saw a figure sitting at the desk. She was so scared that her confused mind immediately became clear.
Mu Lin looked again and saw that man's silver hair was shining brightly, like the clearest moonlight in the night sky scattered casually on his shoulders and back.
"... Master?" Mu Lin stood up and walked in front of him, smiling sweetly, "You came to see me."
Orikawa nodded, "Are you in trouble?"
“… Yeah.” Mu Lin was a little embarrassed. Her father and the others praised her for her intelligence, but when it came to practicing, she had no idea how to do it.
Orikawa's gaze passed over her and paused on the desk. Mu Lin understood, blinked, and stepped aside, watching Orikawa walk over and sit down.
The posture is elegant and the eyes are calm.
A black guqin appeared out of nowhere and lay quietly on the table. It was simple and undecorated, and there was nothing special about it.
Mu Lin suddenly remembered that there was a peerless ancient zither in the fairy world called "Huizhao". According to legend, this zither was made by a mortal musician. Because his beloved daughter Zhao died young, he missed her too much, so he devoted his life to making this zither and played the eternal holy music "Huizhao Qu". As a result, he achieved the status of a music saint and was listed among the immortals.
Seek benevolence and you will achieve your goals.
But in the end, he never got to see his daughter again.
"There are five stars in the sky, five elements on the earth, and five tones in the world. Legend has it that Emperor Yan discovered music by making a yellow bell with millet at the foot of Yangtou Mountain in Jingfeng, Qinyuan. Emperor Yan Shennong then created the earliest zither by carving a tung tree into a zither and using ropes and silk as strings. Later, King Wen and King Wu changed it to a seven-string zither, but for those who cultivate immortality, five strings are enough."
Orikawa's cool and calm voice attracted all of Mu Lin's attention. He then plucked the strings with his right hand and pressed the strings with his left hand to produce sound.
Sharp and exciting music suddenly arose, brilliant and colorful, with spears and swords everywhere.
Mu Lin's heartstrings trembled, and only one thought resonated in his mind: this was the real heavenly music!
She was so absorbed in listening that she didn't notice that spiritual energy was gradually gathering around her, until her twelve immortal meridians gradually became hot and her forehead was covered with a layer of thick sweat.
As the music changed, the huge spiritual power flowed into his limbs and bones, and merged into the complicated twelve immortal veins. A golden light flashed between Mu Lin's eyebrows for a moment, and then disappeared in an instant. But no one noticed this at the moment. Mu Lin was immersed in this wonderful reaction, his mind was attracted by the music, and Zhechuan was concentrating on playing, and the spiritual power surging around him could not make him pay attention at all.
I don't know when the piano music stopped, but spiritual power still rushed into Mu Lin's body frantically. The air flow made her float in the air, and her long hair rolled like clouds.
Zhechuan sat quietly aside, seeing his disciple pursing his lips tightly and beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He knew that she must be in unspeakable pain at the moment, after all, the first step to becoming an immortal is not so easy.
All the difficulties and dangers are just what she wants.
Zhechuan lowered his eyes and plucked the strings casually again. Clear sounds like running water in a mountain stream flowed out, the gurgling flow soaking the mind, making people feel clear and open-minded.
"The unity of man and nature brings peace of mind."
Mu Lin's expression gradually softened, but her small face, shrouded in messy black hair, looked paler and weaker. She slowly closed her eyes, and with the help of the piano music, she began to consciously absorb spiritual power, and circulated the surging spiritual power in her body according to her understanding in the Mysterious Ice.
Endless spiritual power gathered in Dantian along the heated immortal veins and turned into... immortal power!
Mu Lin's eyes suddenly opened, clear and bright, with a bright light.
She felt her body relax like never before, her mind calm and warm, and she felt a tinge of joy. A thought was engraved in her heart like never before, and she felt something in her heart: she was - reincarnated as an immortal!
It was as if he had turned into a tiny speck of sand in the vast universe, floating up and down lightly, gradually reaching perfection... An unknown amount of time had passed, but when he was about to complete his task, Mu Lin suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and he was actually falling straight down from mid-air!
Mu Lin had exhausted all her energy and was unable to prevent this thrilling fall. She slowly and tiredly closed her eyes... Who would have thought that the pain of falling to the ground did not come for a long time. She used all her strength to open her eyes slightly, and there was a vast whiteness in front of her eyes, as if she was leaning on something cold and soft. When the faint fragrance that was almost non-existent lingered at the tip of her nose, Mu Lin's consciousness fell into endless darkness.
When Mu Lin woke up again, he was already lying on the bed in his room, and Ming Yijian was embroidering leisurely beside him.
Mu Lin rubbed his forehead in a daze, sat up from the soft bed, and asked her: "Did Master send me back?"
"Of course it's a real person. He brought you in last night and left. I don't know what you did. It's okay to have disappeared for a few days, but you came back last night and have been unconscious ever since..."
Seeing that Ming Yi was endless in her nagging, Mu Lin ignored her. Her master's embrace was cool and soft... When she thought about how her master had patiently carried her back, unspeakable ripples in her heart spread little by little.
Mu Lin lowered her eyes. She should be alert and not be easily moved by other people's kindness and concern. She slowly loosened her hands that had been clenched unintentionally.
The room seemed a bit stuffy, so Mu Lin got out of bed and walked to the window. As he pushed the window open, cool and moist air mixed with a faint fragrance blew towards him.
Mu Lin looked up in surprise. The dim night did not affect her sight of the fairy lake in the distance. Dozens of red lotuses were leaning on the green leaves on the lake, swaying slightly in the night breeze.
The irritation that had just arisen was swept away.
Mu Lin suddenly fell in love with the fairyland in Yingzhou's barrier. The master must have put a lot of effort into arranging the changes of day and night and four seasons to connect with the human world, right? Compared with the unchanging magnificent fairyland she had visited before, this place was obviously more lively and fresh.
Feeling the changes of the four seasons may be a form of unity between man and nature, which brings one to a higher level.
Orikawa would never have thought that his image in his disciple's mind would become even taller, and the master-disciple relationship would grow quietly.
On the second day, Orikawa taught Mulin etiquette, the six kinds of music, calligraphy, medicine, the art of deduction, and the art of cultivating immortals.
If Mu Lin had stayed in the human world longer and learned more, she might have doubted how this was different from the six arts of a gentleman that mortal men had to learn. It was clearly a copy of the six arts of immortals, okay
At this time, she just had doubts about learning medicine. After all, medicine is a skill? She did ask a question: "Master, why should I learn this mortal skill?" There was one sentence she didn't say, what's the point of learning it
"You have become an immortal. Medical skills are a benevolent art. They will be beneficial to your self-cultivation and understanding of nature." What Master Zhechuan was considering was that his disciple had become an immortal at a young age, and she lacked patience and had an uneven temperament. Her temperament must be tempered in order to make her into a useful tool and a pearl shine.
Mu Lin: “Oh.” Although she was not interested, she decided to learn since her master had asked her to.
For some reason, she always lacked confidence when facing her master. She dared to lose her temper with her father and play with Zhongli, but she didn't dare to talk back to her master.
Could it be... a personal aura problem? Her master's aura was probably nine feet high, Mu Lin thought silently.
"From now on, you will meditate with me during the Mao hour, learn the zither during the Chen hour, and practice the art of deduction during the Si hour... during the You hour."
"I'll remember this, disciple." Six hours a day, how much of the master's personal time did he sacrifice to teach him? Mu Lin felt a faint admiration.
Then she realized that she had completely overestimated her master's patience and teaching level.
No matter what, you only say it once. If you ask a second time, haha, you will be tortured under the master's slightly frowning, surprised and serious gaze, which makes people doubt whether you are an unlearned little trash. How can an apprentice with poor psychological quality bear it
Fell asleep while meditating? Sorry, here’s the lake cold shower treatment.
If you make a mistake in playing a Guqin piece that Master has demonstrated to you once, then you will be asked to play it again ten times.
Mistakes in reciting medical books? Re-write the book again for each mistake.
Not good at calligraphy practice? If you write one wrong word, you will be punished with ten pages of large characters.
…
When Mu Lin was not in class, she spent most of her time copying books while Ming Yijian was nagging. In her 10,500-plus years of life, she had never met such a strict teacher. In comparison, the old men that Hades had hired for her were not too kind!
Her idea was so naive. Why would Master Orikawa need six hours to keep urging her? He would teach her once or twice and then disappear without a trace. But whenever she made a mistake, he would send her a message in time, gently correct her, and give her an accurate punishment...
Mu Lin almost wanted to vomit blood. Her master simply treated her like a child prodigy. However, when she thought about it, her master was a monster, so it was not surprising that she had such high requirements. It didn't seem that difficult to accept...
Well, it's still difficult... But what can I do about my own master? Can I regret it?!
In short, Mu Lin's learning history is her history of blood and tears, until one day, Master Orikawa discovered that his disciple could play chess... Mu Lin smiled bitterly. Now the only thing that made her feel gratified was that she could crush her master in chess skills.
After experiencing a series of complex emotions such as shock, disbelief, and trance, Mu Lin finally accepted the reality that no one is perfect. She even began to be grateful to Mo Wangchen who had tortured her on the chessboard. Without him, she would not have the slightest comfort she has now.