Wu Feiyu frowned when she heard this. She had not joined this sad feast for a long time. The separation between life and death should be very profound for her. When she was a child, her grandfather's lineage was exterminated by the second grandfather's lineage, and she also became someone else. The Gu device for cultivating Gu, if she hadn't been carrying the Holy Body of Ten Thousand Gus, which could unconditionally make all Gu creatures bow down, she would have died without even the dregs left.
But for some reason, she couldn't express her sadness at all now. Not only could she not express her sadness, she also wanted to laugh.
God, there was something really wrong with her. Wu Feiyu leaned on the table, covering half of his face, with a stern look on his face. He had been brewing for a long time but it had no effect. At this time, most of the musicians had started playing. If he continued to delay, the incense stick would be over.
She could almost foresee that Qin Duzhenjun would comment on it as "a soulless music" when he came to her.
Wu Feiyu opened his fingers and looked towards Zhan Changfeng in the stands, only to see that she was not paying attention to her own clansmen, but was looking at another person. Following her line of sight, the beauty in red hugged Pipa and Her dark hair was hanging on her back, her expression was as cold as ice, but her eyes were soft, and she was stroking the strings to create a desolate look. Tsk.
Zhan Changfeng was curious about how Bi Fang, a great demon with the power of a true king, got in. Suddenly, he heard Wu Feiyu, who had been stunned for a long time, playing his flute, but the sound of the flute...
"It's so fun to ride a horse, it's like playing life and death with your mortal enemy!"
"Are you here to cause trouble? Is this a life-or-death separation?!"
When the monks who understand the sound of music heard it, what they were talking about was really about the separation of life and death. It had the feeling of "the enemy fell, laughing to the sky". The fullness of emotions and the sincerity of the heart made the listeners feel happy and weep with joy. I wish I could celebrate with my forehead and hands.
As soon as this tune came out, it was very exciting for the musicians who were immersed in sadness. It was as if someone was telling you a joke when you were wiping away tears, which made many people lose their breath and make mistakes. Angrily, he stopped plucking the strings and blowing the strings, and swung his resentful eyes at Wu Feiyu who had come out halfway.
Qindu Zhenjun felt a little excited in his heart and looked at Wu Feiyu. Is this a novelty or a tactic?
The sound of the flute gradually turned from clear to low, as if after laughing, a breath of bad breath was expelled from the chest, and I felt relaxed and slightly happy. As the night progressed, my mood became depressed again, tearing apart the scroll of memories.
The sound of the flute was sometimes urgent and exciting, sometimes weird and sad, sometimes annoyed and joyful, and sometimes fighting for life and death. Following the music, they seemed to see the friendship between the two when they first met, the opposition when they met again, tit-for-tat, and mutual calculations, endless. Behind the struggle lies an unspeakable tacit understanding.
That breath of bad breath finally turned into frustration and nostalgia late at night. It seemed that the person had passed away, and there was no more fun in the world. Life slipped into a calm lake, and peace gradually died.
When the time for a stick of incense is up, all the joy comes to a halt, leaving the whole place filled with sadness.
Some played the struggle of love, some played the rise and fall of family and country, and some played the parting of relatives and friends, but for most monks who are not involved in blood or family ties or interfered with by lust, the most touching thing is the friendship between fellow disciples, family and country. .The loneliness and prosperity of the sect, and the sympathy and love between the opponents.
Qin Duzhenjun has already distinguished who resonates most from everyone's gaze.
If music cannot resonate, no matter how superb the technology is, it will fail.
"Your playing skills are not the best, but your emotions make up for this. The profound sense of fate is fully reflected in the conflict, especially the hidden joy and entanglement, which is handled very well... "
Wu Feiyu was stunned by the praise, and when she saw Qin Duzhenjun's eyes full of praise and encouragement, she subconsciously looked at Zhan Changfeng, and even a large group of people who were watching her moved their eyes away.
...oh? Oh~
Everyone showed a look of understanding.
Zhan Changfeng sits as peacefully as a mountain, evoking a meaningful smile.
No, I am not. I thought about killing you in this way or that to vent my anger, but when I looked back, I felt that if I killed you, no one would get any salary, and then...
No one cared about Wu Feiyu's explanation. Ledao was originally an art with a lot of room for imagination.
Qin Duzhenjun specifically named several monks who performed well. The ones he was most optimistic about were his disciple Qin Shi and the musician Chu Linngling of the Donglin Dynasty.
Qin Shi often walks around, and her piano music is engraved with the life, old age, illness and death of mortals, and the hardships of monks seeking enlightenment. This time, her piano music tells the story of a pair of childhood sweethearts entering the Taoist dream from the mortal world, and in this dream of immortality, they interact with each other. They supported each other, tested each other, separated and reunited, and finally made a vow of unity after going through hardships, but in the end, they forgot each other in the long years.
Chu Linngling lives in the palace in the east and is in the whirlpool of power. Looking at the faith of all living beings, her pottery sound is always full of great love and helplessness. There is pity for the believers, but also expectations and anxiety about the fate of her family and country. She just said The world of mortals is composed of various forms, with profound meaning.
The artistic conception and skills of these two people have matured, but they were robbed of resonance by Wu Feiyu's unique music. In the later period, she was still vaguely influenced by her, and the artistic conception weakened, and they tried their best to stabilize it to prevent it from collapsing.
Although Lord Qin Duzhen felt sorry for these two people, he was not biased and gave Wu Feiyu a high evaluation during this round of performance.
In the second round, you can play freely, and you cannot attack other people with your music.
Wu Feiyu ran out of inspiration and performed mediocre in this round. The elegance of Qin Shi and Chu Linngling began to emerge.
In the third round, use sound as an offensive weapon.
Everyone could hear that they were each playing their own music, using their own music to influence and interfere with others. As time went by, music was everywhere, and every sound became a weapon in the hands of the musicians!
Wu Feiyu finally had a sense of control. The strange and overwhelming sound disturbed his mind and consciousness, like a big net, covering everyone and sinking into darkness.
This monk who lowered his eyes and played the flute was like a demon in the night, cold and cold, entangled in everyone's heart, tempting his prey to hand over him willingly and fall into hell.
The other eighty had no choice but to come out of their own world and turn into loyal warriors to resist her erosion.
Chu Lingling moved his hand and wrote "turn back and find the shore", as if carrying waves of Sanskrit sounds, competing with her in the temptation.
The tunes of Qin's poems are melodious, and the vast and mysterious music of the piano dances by itself like fairy music.
Muffled groans could be heard from the venue one after another, and the musicians who could no longer stand it all left the venue one after another. In the end, only four people were left.
The beauty in red didn't play very well, and she didn't use any sound attack. Seeing everyone else going down, she seemed to have come to her senses and realized that it was time for her to go down too, so she hugged the pipa and left.
Lord Qin Duzhen noticed this monk who was really not very good at playing but persisted from round to round. He stopped him and asked, "Who are you? I saw that you still tried your best when playing. Do you have a teacher?" "
"I'm here to make up the numbers." Bi Fang felt unhappy, uttered a cold sentence and left. King Jingyao actually doubted his intentions, and used the excuse that Jingyao had no musicians, and asked him if he wanted to play. His temporary allegiance to the young master was also interesting. This young master could not resist King Jingyao at all, and obeyed him, even Jingyao. King Yao came over him and gave him instructions, but he didn't care. Ah...
After the stick of incense was used up, the three people on the field still couldn't decide the winner. However, compared with the pale faces of Chu Linngling and Qin Shi, Wu Feiyu was still able to do it with ease, and it was not obvious that he was struggling.
Qindu Zhenjun thought for a long time and said, "Music is about heart and skills. Wu Feiyu's sound attack is powerful, but he has no heart for music, and his skills are mediocre. This can be seen in the second round, but your The harmony and attack of the first song are really amazing, and it can be ranked second.”
"Qin Shi's performance in all aspects was relatively stable, but in the first round, his breath was a little unstable, which should not be the case. He ranked third."
"Chu Lingling's musical style is broad and broad, and his music has been condensed. He can be ranked first."
The referee repeated the result of the fight and brought the curtain down on Le Dou.
Wu Feiyu was quite satisfied with being able to get second place. When he saw Zhan Changfeng, this satisfaction dissipated again, "I have something to tell you."
"I know."
"What do you know?!"
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