Lord Xinling stole the talisman to save Zhao?
When the students heard this allusion, they looked at each other and saw that their companions were all shaking their heads, indicating that they did not know. Then they understood that this was indeed a fictional history as Ning Shixian said.
Because it is fictional, many people don’t pay much attention to it.
But when they heard Ning Wuyan talk about the tense situation during the Warring States Period, and the life-and-death situation faced by Lord Xinling's country, Zhao State, and the deeds of Lord Xinling and his disciples, everyone present couldn't help but The color of yearning arises in the heart.
Lord Xinling, an enlightened master who can be encountered but cannot be asked for, if they can meet him, they will definitely be more outstanding than the disciples in the story.
Such a vivid story seemed to have really happened. After listening to the story, everyone was silent for a moment before bursting into thunderous applause.
"Mr. Xinling is truly the Lord of Ming Dynasty!"
"Although this Zhao country is different from that Zhao country, there are many generous and tragic people in Yanzhao today. It is worthy of Ning Shixian to write a poem about this."
There were people present whose ancestry was from Yanzhao. When they heard these words, they all clasped their fists and bowed to the speaker as a sign of respect.
When Ning Wuhuang saw that everyone responded well to this "invented" story and that it could be used as his own, he knew that he had not wasted his efforts to explain this allusion.
After the allusion is explained clearly, people can then understand the deeper meaning of the poem and take it a step further.
"Third brother, this new poem I wrote is given to you. I hope that you, the leader of the Jinling martial arts competition, can show your ambitions. I also hope that all of you here will have a chivalrous heart. No matter what your background is, you don't have to be too self-respecting. Don’t belittle yourself.”
Say it.
Ning Wuhao picks up the pen and writes ink, and the pen moves like a dragon or a snake.
A song "Xia Ke Xing" jumped out on the paper.
After finishing writing, Ning Wuhao dried the ink and handed it to Ning Wuzhen's hand.
"Third brother, you can sing along or behind your back. I'll warm things up for you and Miss Xirou with Miss Shen and Miss Ji first."
As soon as these words came out.
Many of the people who originally stretched their necks to see clearly what was on the paper retracted their necks and focused their attention on Ning Wuyan and Ji Jin.
Although that new poem was written by Ning Shixian, it will naturally amaze everyone.
But in their minds, "The Wine Will Come in" is more worth looking forward to, especially the scene where Jinling Shixian and Jinling's most talented woman sing together, which may be the only one in their lives.
Not to mention the Daxing people present, even the Beidi people and Japanese people who had conducted an in-depth investigation of Ning Wuyan felt that this scene should not be missed.
Only Ning Wuyi, who got the new poem, and Xirou, who came to Ning Wuyi to check whether the new poem was in tune and whether the tune needed to be temporarily changed, knew in advance what kind of sensation the singing of this new poem would bring.
Especially Ning Wuyu.
Although he did not have much attainment in poetry, he was urged by his parents to learn so much literary knowledge.
When I saw this new poem, I was attracted by its content. After thinking about it, I felt that my blood was surging out, which was uncontrollable.
"Fifth brother, this poem is very good!"
Ning Wuyi wanted to say a few more words of praise, but his literary literacy was limited, so he could only say a few words of praise.
Xirou secretly rolled her eyes at Ning Wuyi, who was not good at words, and said excitedly to Ning Wuyan: "As expected of the Jinling Poetry Immortal, this poem is so well written!"
In fact, Xirou had a lot of things to say, but she felt that speaking out would be blasphemous.
You can only use the simplest sentences to express your true inner thoughts.
“That’s really good if you think it’s good.”
Ning Wuyan didn't talk to them anymore, and let them get used to it, so that he could push this new poem to another level in the future.
And he.
Then he walked back to the middle between Shen Youchu and Ji Jin, sat down and stood up again.
Shen Youchu and Ji Jin, who were walking back with him, couldn't help laughing when they saw his nervous reaction.
"Master Ning, are you nervous?"
Ji Jin smiled teasingly.
Ning Wuyang was very surprised that Ji Jin suddenly teased him, but he didn't agree with what she said.
"I'm not nervous, I just...have never sung in front of so many people. I don't know whether I sing better sitting down or singing louder standing up."
Forget it, stand high and see far.
He still had to keep an eye on those people in the crowd who were acting strangely.
Ning Wuyang counted the time.
After so long, Zheng Donglin should have received the news from Jiang Yan and came to him, so he had to hurry up about the singing.
Next, while the third brother and Miss Xirou were playing new songs and lyrics to attract everyone's attention, they secretly had a thorough grasp of the government's movements and the reaction of the Japanese state in Beidi, so as to make the next stage of the layout and how to work in detail. Reasonable escape under surveillance.
"Everyone!"
Ning Wuyang cleared his throat.
Everyone immediately fell silent and looked towards the performance platform on the fourth floor.
"I don't sing very well, so let's make do with it, because Third Brother and Miss Xirou still have to practice. If anyone wants to come up and play a song, you can ask the girl in charge of playing in the hall to help out in advance."
Such a long night.
Naturally, Ning Wuhao alone can't do it.
His goal is to warm up the place and make it feel like he is involved in everything, but in reality he is the hands-off boss.
And this great performance stage tonight is indeed an opportunity for many people to make a name for themselves.
Ning Wuhuang undoubtedly used his reputation to set the stage for them.
Everyone looked at Ning Wuyan with admiration, who did not want to stand out alone, and raised their hands to show respect.
"Miss Shen, Miss Ji, you can start."
Ning Wuyan cleared his throat again and went through the poem "About Wine" and the revised parts in his mind.
In order to avoid singing it incorrectly in a while, I have to introduce new allusions to everyone.
After he finished speaking, Shen Youchu and Ji Jin looked at each other, and a slow melody slowly flowed out from their fingertips and lips.
It made Ning Wuxu feel as if he was dragged into a clear spring stream despite being in the hustle and bustle of a busy city. His soul seemed to be washed and he felt very comfortable.
This is probably the charm of music.
Ning Wuyan didn't expect Miss Shen and Miss Ji to have such special skills, so he listened carefully to the tunes.
There seemed to be no chance for him to speak during the prelude.
After a while, until the stream seemed to merge into the river and began to rush into the sea, Shen Youchu winked at him.
here we go!
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky~~"
Because they deliberately chose a tune that is majestic but has a simple rhythm, with four sentences forming a cycle.
So when Ning Wuyan was halfway through singing, the people below almost understood the tone and rhythm of this poem and started to echo it.
When it came to the second time, the whole chorus started.
When it was sung for the third time, people were excited and the singing was deafening.
After receiving the notice from Jiang Yang, Zheng Donglin disguised himself as a boy from the Ning family and carried two barrels of wine. When he entered the Xiaoxiang Pavilion through the back door, he heard the singing.
After listening carefully, he found that Ning Wuyan's voice was also included, and the two-foot-old monk was confused.
"Mr. Ning didn't ask me to help him chase the silver and suppress the Japanese, so why did he start singing?"
With so many people singing along, is it just like they drink before a war? Is it a ritual for students to attack the enemy?
