Chapter 6: Those who do not know me will think I am seeking something.

  The eight tones of the teacher, sound fog red white mutual birth.

  The candidates below the stage widened their eyes, with faces full of disbelief. The blind man's piano skills had actually reached the eighth rank of Yunwu Chi Bai Xiang Sheng, one rank higher than Tan Xiang City's talented woman, Dan Tai Ji.

  This was completely beyond their expectations and hard to believe.

  This blind man is actually a eighth-grade guqin player, which is really shocking and unexpected.

  "Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a eighth-grade qin master. Indeed, one cannot judge a person by appearance, nor can one measure the ocean with a dipper."

  Han Taiji's lips slightly opened, his eyes fixed on the stage, looking at that figure who was vaguely visible in the red and white misty sound, for the first time he looked straight at him.

  A blind man's piano skills were actually a notch higher than his own, and Ding Taiji couldn't help but take him seriously and couldn't ignore his presence.

  "Unexpectedly, this blind man is so formidable, his piano skills are even higher than Sister Ji's by a level. This time, the first place may not be taken by Sister Ji."

  Xiao Wei was happy at the same time, but also a little disappointed. The happiness was that Dianzi had made a stunning move, shocking all the candidates. The disappointment was that he was going to take away Ji Jie's first place.

  Li Tu's hands stroked the guqin, his right hand continuously employing techniques such as lun, bo, ci, zuo, suo, fu and others, while his left hand used shang, xia, jin, tui, yin, pao, gui...

  The guqin gradually entered a state of perfection, and in the square, only the distant sound of the qin could be heard, with red and white mist swirling around.

  "He is like a solitary millet stalk, he is like a sprout of that millet. He walks with big strides, his heart is full of anxiety."

  Li Tu's voice rose in song, low and distant, with a hint of sorrow, as if his voice had traversed time and space, and in the minds of all who listened, visions of lush millet fields appeared.

  "He who knows me calls me a heart beset with worries; he who does not know me thinks I am looking for something."

  The sound is low and distant, with a faint sadness, under the rendering of the piano sound, a faint sorrow floats in the music.

  A sorrow with no outlet for itself.

  After losing his sight, he studied diligently morning and night, never daring to be lazy or slow in his studies. For four years, he traveled thousands of miles with an old servant to seek knowledge, but was met with ridicule and humiliation from others.

  To be able to enter the school, he sold his land and scattered all his family's wealth, got a letter of recommendation, but in the end, it was also like this, no way to pursue studies.

  What's wrong with this world, why do people humiliate me, cheat me, scare me, deceive me, slander me, bully me, and mock me?

  Is it wrong for a blind person to work hard and study diligently?

  Shouldn't a blind person read books?

  Why can't people understand me?

  I want to strive tirelessly, but heaven does not give me the opportunity; I want to cultivate virtue and carry things, but people do not teach me knowledge.

  Is this fate?

  Li Tu's inner melancholy and resentment grew thicker, accumulating in his heart for years with no outlet. At this moment, he suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh: "Vast and profound heavens, what kind of person is this?"

  It's as if a thousand thorns have pierced my heart, blood is surging through my body, the resentment in my chest is rapidly expanding, and emotions that can no longer be controlled burst out instantly. My heart is bleeding, tears are washing away humiliation.

  Who is responsible for this?

  Li Tu looked up at the sky, and the sorrow in his heart burst out instantly, filling the stage with endless grief.

  The boundary is created by the mind, and the appearance is born from the mind.

  In the singing voice, in the sound of the piano, there is an endless sorrow.

  Sorrow is all over the place, filling the entire square.

  The examinee under the stage stared blankly at the young man on the stage looking up at the sky, and suddenly felt a inexplicable sadness in his heart, but did not know where the sadness came from.

  "Why do I feel inexplicable sorrow, why can't I hold back my tears, my heart is aching, what's wrong with me?"

  Xiao Wei's face was streaming with tears as she looked at the blind man, constantly wiping away her tears.

  Dantai Ji was also dyed by the sound of the piano and singing, a sad expression appeared on his face, and his eyes quietly stared at that sorrowful figure.

  The examinee under the stage felt that the sorrow in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, and tears could no longer be held back.

  Suddenly, an orange sound fog appeared on stage, intersecting with the red and white sound fogs.

  Three colors display, teacher's seven treasures.

  "Seventh-grade zither master, this blind man is a seventh-grade zither master."

  A candidate cried out with tears streaming down his face, full of sorrow, but his heart was shocked beyond measure.

  "Miss Ji is at most a 9th-grade zither player, how can this blind man be a 7th-grade zither player?"

  The candidates below the stage had a sorrowful face, staring blankly at the three-color sound fog on the stage, and they couldn't describe their inner shock at this moment.

  First is the ninth rank, followed by the eighth rank, then the seventh rank.

  The young man in white clothes closed his eyes, quietly listening to the beautiful sound of the guqin. The other two vice examiners were also intoxicated by the sound, their faces showing sadness.

  This is the sorrowful realm created by young Li Tu's heart as he strokes the strings of his zither. Everyone who hears the sound of the zither will be infected and fall into an inexplicable sorrow.

  "He is so slender and tall, like a millet stalk. He walks with a gentle swaying motion, his heart as if intoxicated."

  "He who knows me calls me a heart full of worries; he who does not know me thinks I am seeking something."

  "Vast and blue is the sky, who is this person?"

  A low and distant youthful voice, carrying a faint sorrow, blended with the equally sorrowful sound of the piano.

  A sorrowful song, a sorrowful zither, and a similarly sorrowful young man.

  The examinees under the stage fell into inexplicable sorrow, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

  "I'm so heartbroken, my heart hurts so much, it's so painful, waaahhh."

  The examinee under the stage was in tears, and the girl Youwei cried with tears streaming down her face, but she looked even more lovely and pitiful, making people feel sympathetic.

  "Blind fool, are you looking to die? Do you know what you're doing? In over a decade, when has this young master ever shed tears? I never thought it would be because of you that I'd be dealt such a blow."

  Wu Qi gritted his teeth and stared at the young man on stage, constantly wiping away tears, unable to control himself.

  "Why am I crying, waaah, I also want to cry! Blind man, you're dead for sure."

  Li Tu on stage also fell into endless sorrow, tears streaming down his face.

  The sorrow of song, the sorrow of zither, the sorrow of youth, made the sorrowful atmosphere even stronger, infecting everyone.

  Since losing his sight, whenever Li Tu felt unhappy, he would stroke the strings of his zither and use its sound to express the pain and sorrow in his heart.

  At this time, his heart only had that one zither that had been following him, and the sorrow in his heart could only be expressed through the sound of the zither.

  Both hands stroking the zither, feeling as if I am performing a lifetime of misfortune.

  Incomparable sorrow in my heart.

  Zither, namely oneself.

  "He is so solitary and alone, like a millet stalk that has lost its grain. He walks with slow and melancholy steps, his heart as if choked."

  "He who knows me calls me a heart beset with worry; he who does not know me thinks I am seeking something."

  "Vast and blue is the sky, who is this person?"

  The three colors of sound mist on the stage blended together, becoming colorful and speckled. The sorrowful piano melody floated down to every corner of the square, touching the sadness in everyone's heart.

  The people below the stage fell into endless sorrow, unable to extricate themselves, each with tears streaming down their faces, and many girls sobbed, their low wails making others even more sorrowful.

  "I'm telling you not to cry, okay? Seeing you cry makes me want to cry too. Waaah, this blind guy, why does he have to play something so sad? I really want to cry, waaah."

  A girl cried and scolded while constantly wiping away tears.

  "I didn't want to cry either, but I couldn't help it and burst into tears. Waaah... I've grown up so big, and yet I still cried in front of so many people. How can I face others in the future? Waaah, stupid me."

  "You're really done for, you're finished!" Wu Qi burst into loud sobs.

  Two lines of clear tears flowed down from Ding Taiji's face, his eyes fixed on the figure on the stage, why was he so sorrowful?

  Playing the piano is interpreting oneself.

  "This sorrowful situation is too strong, it's strange that everyone is trapped in it and can't escape."

  The young man in white clothes suddenly opened his eyes, scanned the square, and even the other two examiners were trapped in it, with a face full of sorrow. Then, he stared wide-eyed at the boy who was now expressionless, feeling an unprecedented shock, unable to believe what he saw before him.

  "Man and instrument become one, a realm of heaven and man! How is this possible?"

  "Could it be that the sorrow of songs, the sorrow of zithers, and human sorrow have all come together to make others' hearts harmonize as one, entering a realm beyond the mundane?"

  At this time, Gong Yang was shocked beyond measure in his heart and unable to speak a word.

  The young man's qin skills had reached the seventh rank, and he could accept that without feeling too surprised. After all, there were many talented people in the world, and being able to reach the seventh rank at this age was just a matter of natural talent. Even if it meant bringing everyone into a sorrowful state, it was still acceptable. A skilled qin master who was good at evoking emotions and performing could easily do that. However, entering the realm where man and qin became one, the heavenly realm, was something he found hard to accept.

  The unity of man and nature is a very mysterious state, it's the sublimation of qin art. For any qin player, it's an encounter that can't be sought after, fundamentally impossible to force, even if your qin skills have reached the level of Guo Ziyi and Di Renjie.

  Entering this profound and mysterious state of mind will allow you to understand the art of qin more deeply and thoroughly, greatly helping your qin skills, and is a sudden enlightenment for the art of qin.

  It is a state that can change from quantitative to qualitative.

  "The unity of man and nature is a rare and precious thing."

  Li Tu's expression was calm and unruffled, without sorrow or joy. His hands unconsciously stroked the strings of his lute, moving with a natural fluency.

  The three colors of sound mist on the stage intersect and blend together, the colors become mottled, as if giving birth to something.

  White, red and orange three colors are constantly blending, transforming, slowly merging into **.

  The sound fog is very faint and extremely weak, but it finally appeared anyway.

  "From three colors to four colors, this is the sixth rank of the master, he actually broke through." Gong Yang was stunned.