Chapter 5: The Music Scripture!

  "Isn't it just burning a boiler?" Xiao Yun was somewhat puzzled, looking at Meng Xiaobao's hesitant expression, as if he was afraid of something.

  As they spoke, Meng Xiaobao had already led Xiao Yun into a bamboo forest, a winding path of dark green stone, which twisted forward, and a small, elegant courtyard appeared before Xiao Yun's eyes.

  A bamboo fence surrounded a thatched cottage, the yard was covered with fallen bamboo leaves, several hens were pecking at food, and the arrival of Xiao Yun and others did not affect their eating. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, and it turned out that there was such a secluded place in the forest, but I didn't know who lived here?

  In front of the temple gate, Meng Xiaobao lowered his voice, "The one inside has a bad temper, you'd better be quick with your hands and feet, or else you'll get beaten up. Several servants before you have already been scolded!"

  "What kind of people live here? Didn't they ask me to come and do some chores like a servant?" Xiao Yun was somewhat puzzled, did he still want to be beaten up? Wasn't this a joke?

  "Don't ask, just go in, I won't be going in, anyway you be careful!" Meng Xiaobao said, pushing Xiao Yun into the courtyard, as if there was some kind of monster inside, and then turned around and ran away quickly.

  "Hey, can you make yourself clear?" Xiao Yun opened his mouth, but Meng Xiaobao had already disappeared.

  This is also too irresponsible, right? Xiao Yun shook his head in dismay, he had long guessed that it wouldn't be a good thing. Just now, Huang Si Hai obviously didn't want Xiao Ming to do this task, so it ended up being his own. After all, at the time there were only two people, himself and Xiao Ming. If he hadn't done it, perhaps the one who would have come here was Xiao Ming.

  Meng Xiaobao's words before he left made Xiao Yun feel a little uneasy, and when she turned back to look at the bamboo house behind her, she felt a hint of fear in her heart.

  "Is anyone there?"

  Standing in the yard, Xiao Yun called out softly, but there was no response from inside the house. She called out two more times, still with no reaction, and only then did she walk towards the house with some trepidation.

  The front door leads to the main hall, which is not very large, about thirty or forty square meters. There are two rows of cabinets on both sides, all with small drawers, obviously medicine cabinets. The room is filled with a strong smell of medicine. On top of the medicine cabinet, there are several jars, most of which contain medicinal liquor.

  On the wall ahead, a character was hanging, Xiao Yun walked over.

  "What's fun?"

  Looking at the two big characters on the far right, Xiao Yun was stunned, and his facial expression looked a bit strange.

  In Xiao Yun's memory, the "Yue Jing" was originally a musical classic of ancient China, Confucius edited the Book of Poetry, established rituals and music, formed the Six Classics, and became the source of Chinese culture.

  After the burning of books by Qin, the Six Classics were lost. During the Han dynasty, after the abolition of private libraries and laws, scholars from Qi and Lu obtained the original texts through oral transmission, but only the Poems, History, Rites, Changes, and Spring and Autumn Annals, these five classics were preserved.

  The Book of Music, however, has been lost to memory and cannot be written out again. For the past three thousand years, China's Six Classics have been missing one, which is a great regret. As a result, ordinary people only know about the Four Books and Five Classics, but are unaware that there is another book called the Book of Music outside of the Five Classics.

  Others may not know, but Xiao Yun must have heard of the great name of "Yue Jing". If this book were to come alive, it would definitely be able to rival the "Five Classics". Could it be that the words recorded on this tablet are indeed the legendary "Yue Jing"?

  This world and Earth have many similarities, and even many historical figures overlap, which makes Xiao Yun suspect the identity of this scripture.

  "All sounds originate from the human heart. The movement of the human heart is caused by external things. Being affected by external things and moving, it expresses itself in sound. Sound responds to and varies with the changes, changing into different modes, which are called tones. Comparing tones and enjoying them, including the sorrowful and joyful, is called music."

  Music is the product of sound, and its origin lies in the emotions of the human heart as it responds to things. Therefore, when the heart is sorrowful, the sound is mournful and piercing; when the heart is joyful, the sound is happy and relaxed; when the heart is angry, the sound is rough and loud; when the heart is scattered, the sound is direct and clear; when the heart is loving, the sound is harmonious and soft. These six are not innate qualities, but arise from the emotions as they respond to things.

  The words are like clouds, although rough, but can also see that the writer is a master of calligraphy. It's said that a person's handwriting can reveal their state of mind, and at this moment, Xiao Yun deeply understands that the person who wrote these words must have a bold and uninhibited heart.

  Xiao Yun condensed her thoughts for a moment, as if she had gained some insight. Unfortunately, the sparse hundred words came to an abrupt end, merely an introduction, and even with a stirring of emotions, no profound understanding could be gleaned.

  "Looking at this ink mark, it shouldn't be too long ago. I wonder who wrote this scripture. If there's a chance, I must ask for it to take a look!" Xiao Yun withdrew her gaze with some regret.

  This ancient masterpiece that was destroyed in the flames of Qin may not have been lost to this world after all, and with this thought, a glimmer of hope reignited in Xiao Yun's eyes.

  "Huh? Are you new here?"

  Just as Xiao Yun was stunned, a slightly hoarse voice came from beside his ear.

  Xiao Yun suddenly realized and turned his head around, a somewhat stout old man with a big belly was standing behind him, he didn't know when he had appeared there.

  Greyish white hair, greyish white beard, a chubby face with luxuriant whiskers, his height was about the same as Xiao Yun's, but his build was much bigger than Xiao Yun's. Just standing there gave people an intangible sense of oppression, especially those sharp eyes, plus a serious expression on his face, made Xiao Yun feel at a loss for what to do with his hands and feet.

  "Junior Xiao Yun, newly arrived miscellaneous worker, who are you?" Xiao Yun replied after a moment of stunned silence.

  I suppose this old man should be the master of this courtyard. Recalling Mo Xiaobao's warning just now, Xiao Yun made an effort to make his tone more even and his attitude quite respectful.

  Born with a literary temperament, Xiao Yun looks very elegant and refined, but after rushing all the way here without changing clothes, his dirty appearance greatly discounted this elegance.

  "What were you just looking at?" The old man didn't answer Xiao Yun's question, but instead asked directly.

  Xiao Yun turned his head to glance at the calligraphy on the wall, thought for a moment, and said, "Just now when I came in, I didn't see anyone around, so I took a casual look. This piece of calligraphy is written with bold and free strokes, full of heroic spirit, but I don't know who wrote it?"

  The old man also took a look at the word, and his mouth corner moved slightly, but it was still seen by Xiao Yun. Xiao Yun suddenly understood in her heart that this word was probably written by the old man. No matter who it is, when someone praises oneself, they will feel happy in their heart.

  Since it was written by this old man, then he must have read "The Book of Music", I should find a chance to ask him for guidance!

  At this moment, Xiao Yun had completely abandoned his own identity. He was just a miscellaneous servant, in other words, a lowly servant. Talking too much would only invite dislike from others.

  "Change your clothes, sweep the yard, and come to the medicine room to make a fire for me." Before Xiao Yun could ask two questions, the old man's gaze swept across Xiao Yun's face twice, then he dropped a sentence and went into the inner house.

  "Uh..."

  Xiao Yun, you're getting into character so quickly? Change clothes? Where are you going to change clothes?

  ——

  After searching for half a day, I found a small room that might belong to me. Inside the house, I found a piece of clothing that might have been left behind by a previous servant and changed out of my dirty clothes.

  Not too big or too small, it fits just right. Facing the copper mirror, Xiao Yun smiled wryly to himself. On Earth, he was a superior being, but here, he had become an inferior one. This turn of events truly made one sigh in regret.

  She took a broom and swept all the fallen leaves out of the yard. Xiao Yun wiped away her sweat, not having time to rest, she hurriedly ran towards the medicine room.

  ——

  Pharmacy

  As soon as they walked in, a strong smell of medicine filled the air, and Xiao Yun couldn't help but cover her nose. Inside, there was a large cauldron placed on the ground, with a pile of firewood beside it, while the old man was arranging medicinal herbs on a nearby shelf.

  "Finished sweeping?" The old man asked without turning his head.

  "Finished scanning, senior. Did you bring me here for something?" asked Xiao Yun.

  The old man turned around and pointed to the cauldron behind him, "Light the fire."

  "Oh!"

  It seems that the old man is preparing to refine medicine, Xiao Yun hurriedly walked over, picked up the firewood, and placed it under the large cauldron. He looked around but didn't see anything to start a fire, only two black stones.

  "Huh?"

  Picking up those two goose-egg-like stones, Xiao Yun's face trembled slightly. Could this be the legendary fire stone?

  This was no longer Earth, and there was nowhere to find a lighter or matches, so Xiao Yun had to fumble around and use the two flints to start a fire.

  "Tap tap tap!"

  He rubbed for half a day, only to see sparks flying everywhere, and the flint was almost cracked by Xiao Yun's rubbing, but it still didn't ignite.