Some people appreciated it, and he played more vigorously, even deliberately playing some special tones to express the joy in his heart.
After the song was played, Xiao Xin said: "General, you are playing the piano like this for the first time. You are really a genius!"
There is certainly an element of flattery in this statement. Since Xiao's arrival, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has assigned several more maids to serve, and the number of maids in the official residence has increased to eight. Everyone in these palace ladies wants to please their master, and Xiaoxin, as the elder here, is no exception.
Zhang Xuan was proudly praised by Xiao Xin, so he simply climbed up and said with a smile: "Well, I am indeed a wizard, and I can also play better music."
When he said this, he thought of the black notes he absorbed on the fluorite outside Zhangjia Village. Those notes might be able to form a tune, and he planned to try playing it.
Carefully recalling the order in which the notes came into his mind, he immediately started playing them in that order.
However, as soon as he started playing, he felt strange. Those notes were coherent when they entered his mind, but they were not coherent on the strings. Each note was not next to each other. When playing them, Zhang Xuan's fingers could only keep jumping between the strings, The fingering techniques taught by Gu Lang are completely useless.
The further he stroked, the tighter his frown became, and after a short while he had to stop.
Although Xiaoxin and others wanted to flatter him, they did not do so without principle. When they saw him stroking the music like this, they did not think it was a problem with the music, but that his skills were poor.
Xiao Yi, who was next to Xiao Xin, then said, "General, is this song of yours a cotton tune?"
"Well, this is indeed a cotton-playing tune. I learned it from an old cotton-playing guy in my spare time." Zhang Xuan said helplessly.
At this time, Mrs. Xiao happened to come out of the back room. After hearing what he said, she came over and stared at her eyes and asked: "Mizi, as far as I know, you have never been in contact with anyone who plays cotton. How did you learn this piece of music?" Coming?"
Zhang Xuan heard this and said to himself: Oh my mother, please stop causing trouble, okay? I'm just saying casually to these sisters, why do you start to get to the bottom of it?
While thinking this, he said: "Mom, I have been traveling all over the world in the past few years and I am not with you. How can you know which people I have come into contact with? When I go out, don't I have to come into contact with people from all walks of life? For example, my contact with Baguio , you didn’t know it before.”
After hearing this, Ms. Xiao thought about it carefully and couldn't help but laugh: "Hey, isn't it? I'm so old and confused. I just ask some irrelevant questions!"
As he spoke, he walked away with a smile.
Zhang Xuan returned to his room and entered the Small Universe with a slumped head, intending to relax here. At a glance, he saw Hong Rui playing with seven little demons.
As soon as Hongrui saw him, she brought the little demons over.
Facing Hong Rui's smiling but questioning eyes, Zhang Xuan said, "Xiao Rui, tell me, why are the notes I absorbed on the fluorite so out of tune?"
"What kind of note is that? You hum and I listen." Hong Rui responded.
Zhang Xuan hummed a few lines of those untunable notes and said, "Did you hear it? These notes are like playing cotton when you touch them. They are particularly unpleasant!"
Hong Rui frowned and stared into the distance and said, "Although I only listened to the beginning of this piece of music, I vaguely heard that it was not the sound of playing cotton. It seemed to be a piece related to subduing demons."
"What, subjugate the demon?" Zhang Xuan blinked his eyes, somewhat disbelieving, "It's just a broken piece of music with completely incoherent notes. How could it be a song about subduing the demon?"
"You have no experience in dealing with demons, and you are not familiar with the methods that ordinary people use to deal with demons. I used to be a demon, but I know about these things that are specifically targeted at demons, and I am particularly sensitive." Hong Rui Zheng'erba He responded calmly, "These things are the pain in my heart that I can never completely erase. You just hummed this song and unintentionally stirred up a handful of dust that had been sealed in my heart for a long time."
When Zhang Xuan heard what Hong Rui said, he felt a little frightened and said cautiously: "Xiao Rui, you also said that I didn't mean to expose your scars——"
"Hey, it's all over!" Hong Rui waved her hand and said, "I have been sinking for so many years, and I have been absorbed by you and turned into a normal person. Those so-called scars are just memories of the past. So, that song of subduing demons, Just play it, I sincerely hope it has the effect of subduing demons."
"I feel relieved now." Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "However, when I touch that piece of music, it feels like playing cotton, and there is no beauty at all!"
"You're wrong!" Hong Rui said. "Because you are not proficient now, you play that piece of music as if you were playing cotton. After you become proficient, the sound it makes will no longer be the sound of playing cotton. If you don't believe it, If I say it, then give it a try.”
Zhang Xuan carefully thought about what Hongrui said, then nodded and said: "Okay, just give it a try. From now on, I will stroke it several times a day, if you don't believe it, it will always be playing with cotton!"
After leaving the Small Universe and taking a short rest, Zhang Xuan opened the door of his room and was about to go out for a walk, but saw Baguio chatting with Xiao in the living room.
"Hey, my lovely general, I heard that you have mastered a new skill and can play cotton?"
As soon as he saw Zhang Xuan, Baguio stared at him and started to sarcastically speak.
"Hey, when I first learned the piano, it seemed like no one had ever played cotton before!" Zhang Xuan curled his lips and responded unconvinced.
"That's different!" Baguio laughed. "It's the same as playing cotton. Some people play it for a short time, while some people play it for a long time, and they may even keep playing."
She said this to urge Zhang Xuan to study the piano hard and get rid of the embarrassing situation of playing cotton as soon as possible. However, Zhang Xuan mistakenly thought that she was showing contempt and ridicule to him without any scruples, so he came to Lion Head Phoenix angrily. In front of the tail harp, he deliberately played the first few syllables of the demon-conquering song and lowered the tone a few times, specifically playing on the strings at the lion's head end.
At the beginning, the sound he made was really like playing cotton, and the dull sound was even worse than the sound of playing cotton.
Xiao, who had been smiling at the bickering between the two young men just now, couldn't help but frowned and said: "Mr., even if you really play cotton, you should play it more decently. Such a movement, even Those who play cotton will stay away after hearing this!"
Maybe she didn't want to be tortured by such noise, Mrs. Xiao said as she got up and went into the back room and closed the door.
Baguio sat still, listening to Zhang Xuan playing the piano attentively.
Since he was only playing the first few syllables of the Demon-Conquering Song, Zhang Xuan's playing became more and more proficient and faster. When the playing speed reaches a certain level, the sound he plays is no longer the sound of playing cotton, but a low and shocking sound, and the lingering sound with a certain vigor echoes everywhere, making people feel Somewhat uneasy.
Baguio had been listening to Zhang Xuan's performance attentively. At first, she was really dissatisfied with his childish playing. But later, when she heard the sonorous, powerful, low and melodious music played by Zhang Xuan, she couldn't help but start to be shocked. . The shocking power conveyed by those musical sounds is by no means comparable to ordinary music.
How could this damn guy be able to play such a piece of music as soon as he started playing? Could it be that he had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?
Thinking of this, Baguio became even more uneasy.
