Is this like this... Lin Qin's smile did not diminish, and she got out of the way and watched Ji Ping'an leave.
When the others walked away, the tall and thin Zhao Xinghuo said habitually:
"Why, it's not working. Ji Ping'an follows Xu Jianhou every day, and he is very resistant to beauty."
Lin Qin's smile did not change, as if he was not angered, but his eyes became much sharper, and an ice needle formed on his fingertips.
Wang Xian frowned and interrupted the two of them: "Today is the last day of Mo Lin's martial arts performance. Do you want to go see it?"
Hearing this topic, everyone fell silent. Zhao Xinghuo sneered: "Would you like to see how the other party looks so proud?"
Shi Hao stood up and said, "I'm going anyway. I don't care about winning or losing, but it depends on the opponent."
The time of the geniuses in each academy is precious. They have been busy training these past few days and have not had the opportunity to watch the "martial arts". Today, they finally have some free time and made an appointment to go with them.
Ji Pingan and Mu Yaoyao had been there earlier, so they were not invited.
Now that Shi Hao had spoken, several people discussed it and decided to leave.
…
On the other side, inside Qinglian Xiaozhu.
Ji Ping'an walked into the house and took out a brand new gown. He raised his hand and took out the "human skin mask" from the bag and covered his face.
In the bronze mirror, the face changed, and the body bones also adjusted slightly. The Imperial Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty really likes to play with the world, but he always wears a vest to avoid trouble.
Not long after, after finishing his disguise, he took out the astrolabe, picked up the bamboo flute at hand, took off the bamboo hat on the wall, and put it on his head.
Immediately, he opened the secret passage and stepped in. In the blink of an eye, he appeared outside Qintian Prison. After identifying the person below, he rushed towards Baidi.
…
The sky is not very clear today, and there are many scattered clouds hovering over the city of Shendu.
When Ji Ping'an walked across the big stone bridge, crossed the muddy river, crossed Chang'an Street, and arrived at Baidi, he found that there were far fewer people watching here than on that day.
Continuous defeats have caused most people to lose hope, and as fewer and fewer people dare to step into the ring, their expectations for victory are gradually disappearing.
After all, cookie-cutter victories, especially those of the enemy, are never pleasing to the eye.
This allowed Ji Pingan to get out of the crowd very smoothly and reach the edge of the ring.
This square platform is made of a wooden frame and is engraved with formations, which can amplify the music on the arena many times and spread it far away.
At this moment, only the bookish musician was meditating quietly on the stage, and there was no one opposite her.
There were two long tables under the stage, and behind one sat several well-known music theory masters in the divine capital, serving as "referees."
It's just that Mo Lin has won the countless competitions these days with absolute overwhelming power, so that these "referees" have become mere decorations, and even if they are intentionally partial, they have nowhere to show their favor.
Behind another table is a young girl wearing a musician's robe with Merlin's logo.
"How to compare?"
The young musician was taking a nap in boredom. When he heard the sound, he was surprised to find a young man wearing a bamboo hat standing in front of him.
She was a little surprised, not only because of the other party's age, but also because the other party was the first person to dare to challenge today.
"You want to compete in music and art?"
The young musician asked in confirmation, raising reasonable doubts due to the other person's age.
Ji Ping'an saw through her thoughts at a glance and repeated patiently:
"How to compare?"
The young musician took a breath and showed a reserved smile:
"In the past few days, it would have been more troublesome when there were many people. You need to pay a deposit to isolate some people who join in the fun. And before you can prove your ability, you must first compete with us musicians..."
Ji Ping'an frowned slightly and listened to the other party continue:
"However, there are fewer people now. It doesn't have to be like that. Well, I wonder what kind of instrument you are good at and what kind of music you want to compete? After choosing it, just go directly to the ring to play. But if Senior Sister Zhong feels that she does not need to take action, she can He may not respond to the challenge.”
This is a euphemism, and the implication is:
If you are too bad, don't waste your time.
In fact, this is also the reason why after the defeat of the court musicians that day, the number of challengers became fewer and fewer, so that no one dares to take the stage today.
Whenever anyone listens to that Japanese harp music, most of the musicians feel ashamed.
Ji Pingan nodded to express his understanding and said:
"Bamboo flute. The song "Time"."
The young musician was stunned for a moment. Although he maintained a polite smile, he had lost interest.
Time is an extremely difficult piece of music, and it is difficult to express its charm even with strings, let alone a simpler and rougher bamboo flute.
No matter from any angle, Ji Ping'an's answer looked like a dazed young man.
"Okay. You can choose an instrument here." She pointed to a variety of expensive instruments on one side.
Ji Ping'an raised his hand and showed his bamboo flute: "I brought it myself."
After saying that, he walked straight to the ring.
The young musician was startled, looking at the bamboo flute with the fresh green color of bamboo and not even paint on it, and felt more and more absurd.
At the same time, I remembered that I hadn't asked the other person's name yet.
But at this time, Ji Ping'an had already stepped onto the stage.
Seeing this scene, the crowd around Bai Di finally woke up. They looked at the young man wearing a bamboo hat and a green shirt in surprise.
"Someone's on stage."
"There are still people who dare to challenge. It's commendable for their courage. I'm just sorry, but there doesn't seem to be this one among the famous musicians in Shendu?" A well-dressed scholar was surprised.
Another old man raised his eyelids, then lowered them, and said, "I guess he is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers."
Because they were used to seeing Ji Ping'an fail too many times, and because Ji Ping'an looked too young, the people around him had no expectations and just thought he was a fool.
They all lowered their heads again and waited in silence.
…
On stage.
Zhong Tongjun heard the footsteps approaching and broke away from his meditative state. After several days of fighting, this genius in the musician path showed no signs of fatigue.
The elegant long skirt, the bookish and beautiful face, the thick eyelashes, and the hint of pride hidden under the soft appearance... all fell clearly into Ji Pingan's eyes.
"Please enlighten me." When Zhong Tongjun saw the simple bamboo flute in the hands of the young man opposite, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and said with a gentle smile.
I find it very interesting.
Ji Ping'an looked at the other party's reaction and found it also very interesting.
However, he had to attend three games in a row today and was not going to waste time chatting with this bookish girl. He sat down casually and turned to look at Bai Di.
The surging river water and the moist wind blew in his face, blowing his hair under his bamboo hat.
Ji Ping'an picked up the bamboo flute and put it to his mouth. The time before his eyes seemed to appear hundreds of years ago when he was still called Li Yang.
…
Hundreds of years ago.
It was a rainy day in the West Lake. The rain was pouring down. There were men and women walking along the shore holding umbrellas. There were rows of pavilion boats moving slowly in the lake.
"What are you doing?"
The cabin door was pushed open, and the energetic Wei Huayang, wrapped in a fierce red skirt and with short ear-length hair, walked out and saw a young man sitting cross-legged on the deck, whittling bamboo with a carving knife.
The young man has three-dimensional facial features and strong outlines. When he turns around, he shows a relaxed and cheerful smile:
"Make a flute."
Wei Huayang, the future first-generation headmaster of the Taoist sect and now the heroine, was stunned for a moment and said curiously:
"Can you still brag about this?"
"No one in this world knows flute better than me." Li Yang said something that no one in this world understands. At this moment, he has not yet become a public enemy.
After blowing away the sawdust, he blew a few times to confirm the pitch and said with satisfaction:
"When I was still in my hometown, the first instrument I came into contact with was the flute, because it was the cheapest, but the sound of inferior flutes was always bad. But when I could afford more expensive instruments later, I could never regain the youth I once had. of myself.”
Hua Yang sat down next to him, hugged his knees with his arms, and looked at him sideways:
"I don't understand...play one and listen."
"Okay, I happened to copy...no, I adapted a song called "Time"."
Li Yang put the flute to his mouth, took a long breath, and started playing.
The sound of the flute floated in the distance, Huayang closed his eyes, and the singer on the lake in the distance looked over.
…
In the arena.
Fragments of memories flashed through Ji Ping'an's eyes, and the nostalgia in his eyes faded away.
The fingers on the bamboo flute were gently raised and put down, pressing the holes, and then a long flute sound suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.
"Woo——"
The sound of the flute was clear and long, directly touching the soul. When the first note was raised, it powerfully penetrated the eardrums of every listener, pulling them into another world with indescribable magic.
The two sides of the bank were quiet, and the wind had stopped. The red peach trees on the bank of the white embankment were swaying, the wind was passing over the lake, and the birds on the lake were circling in harmony.
Suddenly, the melody changed, from the original soothing and long, to a very short passage of time, with a thousand years in a glance.
The unspeakable loneliness and vicissitudes of life flowed out from the bamboo flute in Ji Ping'an's hand, hitting every heart hard.
Even though his technique is not perfect, his musical skills are not perfect, and even the intonation of the instrument is not very good, and his technique is even rusty because of so long time...
But, that's not important.
There are many people in the world who can play this song "Time" extremely well, but as Xin Yaoguang said, there is only one Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty, who is unique in the world.
Unparalleled in the world.
A person who has lived four lives and experienced several reincarnations of life and death has a feeling of time that is enough to make up for any shortcomings.
Suddenly, the wind roared, the waves crashed on the shore, the birds on both sides of the Baidi wailed, and the fish jumped out of the water. The rapid syllables sounded like the beat of war drums in the ears.
So much so that it is doubtful that this could be the sound made by a bamboo flute?
When the first note flowed out, the smile on Zhong Tongjun's face froze as he sat on the stage, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked in disbelief at the young man playing the bamboo flute opposite the river.
The whole person was hit by the very close and powerful "yin", his eyes were in a trance, and he fell into the artistic conception created by the other party, unable to extricate himself.
Off stage.
The young musician took out a pen and paper and was planning to wait for Ji Ping'an to finish playing and write down his name.
But when the flute sounded, the whole person felt like being struck by lightning, the brush in his hand fell silently, and his eyes were dull.
On the other side, several music theory experts who acted as "referees" were sitting bored, but suddenly their faces showed a look of shock.
Staring at the back of the man wearing a hat on the stage, he even stood up uncontrollably, his heart was shaken.
I don’t understand, how could such a desolate and distant artistic conception be produced by an unknown young man?
And with the blessing of the formation on the arena, the sound of the flute amplified and spread towards the distance, towards both sides of the bank, and towards the sky.
The clouds covering the sky seemed to be shaken and dispersed by the music, revealing the clear blue sky.
But the people who were originally dejected and had no hope all raised their heads and were pulled into the artistic conception, with countless memories flooding in their minds.
"This is……"
The well-dressed scholar raised his head in astonishment, only to realize that what he saw in front of him was no longer the divine capital of today. The heaven and earth were changing, and the seasons were changing.
The city walls collapsed and smoke filled the air. As time passed, he saw the past of this city.
beside.
The old man was in a trance, as if he had gone back in time.
I saw a child running in the streets, and then gradually grew up and aged...
In the music, my long life was replayed, and when I suddenly came back to my senses, I realized that I was no longer young and was getting old.
He touched his face and found that he had burst into tears at some point.
…
"Listen."
On the street in the distance, a carriage was driving. The Tianbang star officials who came to watch their opponents rode in the same carriage and gradually approached Baidi.
Lin Qin suddenly raised a finger and put it in front of his lips, reminding everyone to stop talking and listen.
Zhao Xinghuo was accustomed to arguing: "What are you listening to? It's not here yet. It's just a competition."
Halfway through, he closed his mouth and said blankly:
"What's going on with this song? I feel so uncomfortable listening to it."
Shi Hao was silent for a moment and said what everyone was thinking: "It's like suddenly getting old."
Jian Zhuang murmured:
"This sounds like "Time", but it's different from anything I've heard before. It's not like the sound of a piano, but more like... the sound of a flute?"
Wang Xian's eyes were sharp and he urged the coachman to speed up, and then said:
"It can affect our emotions from such a distance... It's a bit powerful. It seems that Mr. Zhong Tong is stronger than we thought."
Lin Qin frowned and said:
"But isn't the other party a young woman? The style of music is also ethereal and light. The sound of the flute... is too vicissitudes of life."
The so-called "music" requires the practitioner to enlighten his or her own mind, and use the music to fill the air and draw others into the created scene, which becomes the so-called "artistic conception".
This process occurs in the heart and is extremely difficult to fake. At Zhong Tongjun's age, he shouldn't have such a desolate mood.
By analogy, it's like poetry. Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, so they forcefully express sorrow in order to compose new words.
Wang Xian frowned:
"As you said, is it because someone is challenging you? Do all gods have such powerful musicians?"
The crowd couldn't come up with any results from the discussion, so they were looking forward to it more and more. What surprised them even more was that as they got closer to Baidi, the vicissitudes of life became more intense.
More and more people appeared around. Influenced by the sound of the flute, they rushed towards Baidi, which was so majestic and spectacular.
I even saw with my own eyes a figure peeking out of the wine shops and teahouses on both sides of the road:
"what sound?"
"It's in the direction of Baidi Arena. Who's playing? Is there anyone challenging again?"
"Why do I think "Time" sounds better today than when the court musicians competed with the monk Merlin three days ago?"
In the discussion, people came out one after another.
A short girl wearing a dark red sarong and dressed as a Jianghu person walked out in a daze. Looking at her brother and old servant beside her, she had an idea:
"Do the gods take it seriously... Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?"
(End of chapter)
