Liu Yao was the daughter of the Liu family in Luozhou. Her father was once recommended by Wang Su and served as an eunuch in Luozhou. She was known as a great scholar. Her ancestors were all literati for several generations. They were well-read in poetry and books, and many of their works have been left in the world.
This is a real scholarly family, and everyone is a lady.
Moreover, Liu Yao is known as a talented woman. This time she came to Chang'an Yaji to seek further improvement in her piano skills, or in other words, to find a close friend.
Everyone thought that the sound of this piano could be unique, but soon, the old man gave an astonishing comment: "Above average."
"What?" Someone immediately said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Yu, this song is melodious, melodious and pleasant. Is your opinion biased?"
"Yes, Mr. Yu, Miss Liu's piano skills are superb. This music sounds so moving, just like the spring breeze. How can I comment like this?"
"Could it be that Mr. Yu thinks this song is wrong?"
"Gentlemen." The old man signaled everyone to be silent and explained: "The music is correct. Although the meaning is reached, it is not perfect. The judgment of the middle and the best is not the opinion of my family. Do you think that there can be any unreasonable comments about the Chang'an elegant gathering?" .”
For Yaji, this is the most fair place, because it is the focus of the world's literati. Anyone who is false will become the laughing stock of the world.
Everyone fell silent, knowing that this was a fair comment.
At this time, a soft and sweet female voice also came from behind the screen: "Sir's comments are very concise and concise, and the little lady is convinced."
"Miss Liu is well-educated and talented. She is worthy of the name of a talented woman from Luozhou." The old man bowed his hands.
Liu Yao, who was behind the screen, also put her hands on her waist and gave him a curtsy.
Since it's a music competition, there are naturally others involved.
Next, there is a young man, not a piano player, but a pipa player.
The man holding the pipa in his arms feels somewhat inconsistent, but as soon as the music plays, something strange comes. Compared with the previous spring breeze and lake water, the painting style changes suddenly.
The man was not distracted, and gradually got better with the playing of the pipa.
The intention has arrived.
It begins with desolation and the autumn wind is bleak.
Everyone quickly became immersed in it and seemed to see the broken military flag reflected in the setting sun.
Understanding the meaning, the man frowned deeply and kept playing, his state of mind changed again.
The feeling of killing is coming, the grass and trees are low, and there seem to be enemies on all sides. Where will we go? There seems to be no way to escape.
This is a war song.
After that kind of defeat, ambushes were everywhere, looking around in panic, panic, and he was really ejected.
Everyone was shocked, even Liu Yao couldn't help but praise secretly, feeling ashamed.
Xiao Qingluo also closed his eyes for a moment to feel the changes in the tune.
When the song ended, everyone seemed to have not recovered yet, immersed in the frightening feeling.
"Mr. Du has mastered the essence of this song, "Every Grass and Trees Are All Soldiers," and his meaning has already been revealed."
The old man said sincerely: "There are many people in the world who can play this piece of music, but none of them can play it like Mr. Du. Therefore, it should be considered top quality."
This time, no one has any objections, because it is really awesome.
"Mr. Yu, you are so complimentary. There is a heaven outside the sky. I am ashamed of myself." The man bowed and stepped back.
Liu Yao, who was behind the screen, whispered to the maid: "This person can play the pipa to such an extent, he deserves to be the first."
Next, there is the third person.
From the figure behind the screen, it could be seen that it was a woman, but she sighed softly and said quietly: "The mountains are high when you look up, and the mountains get higher when you look up. The little girl feels ashamed that she is inferior, so she won't show off her ugliness."
The old man nodded, since he would not force anything.
This time, it was Xiao Qingluo's turn.
She didn't use her name, just the word "Qingluo".
"Miss Qingluo."
At the old man's signal, Xiao Qingluo nodded slightly and touched the strings with her green jade fingers. She was covered in white gauze and only revealed a pair of charming eyes.
The sound of the piano suddenly sounded.
Just three sounds, it was like the approaching wind.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sense of grandeur as if war drums were beating.
Coming at you.
Generally, the tunes gradually get higher and higher, and the rhythm slows down.
But this song has a chilling air at the beginning, which is even more direct to its meaning.
For ordinary music, one can only hear the sound but not the meaning. What is transcendent is that it can draw people into the artistic conception of the music.
Arms and iron horses, the battlefield scrolls were spread out, and everyone seemed to be immersed in the scene.
This is a song called "The Song of the King of Qin Breaking the Formation". It is not the other, but was composed by the best musician in the world when Xiao Yuan was still the King of Qin.
The whole tune is passionate and majestic, making people instantly feel the tense atmosphere of war.
Xiao Qingluo closed her eyes tightly, and her white fingers played harder and harder.
Others may not be able to play such a grand artistic conception, but she can.
Because she is Xiao Yuan's daughter.
There was nothing in Xiao Qingluo's mind anymore. She saw her father when he was young, leading the soldiers of the Qin army to conquer the north and south, and conquered the world.
On the tragic battlefield, the generals were covered in blood, and the cheeks under their helmets were stained with the enemy's blood.
The enemy seems to be surrounded here, and there are many dangers and murderous intentions.
father emperor
Xiao Qingluo's beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes seemed to be misty, and the artistic conception of the strings under her fingers deepened.
"Soldiers! Kill!" The drums beat loudly and inspired people. My father rode his horse and raised his sword, and led the remaining 100 soldiers to start an indomitable charge.
The black cavalry trampled the ground.
The sound of the piano became more intense, sweeping in with a majestic and majestic momentum.
Then the blood boils.
The enemy general was dismounted, and the opponent's battle flag fell down!
The soldiers of the Qin army followed closely behind his father, with more than a hundred cavalry crossing the battlefield. The enemy army was defeated like a mountain.
The grass and trees are all soldiers, and there are dangers everywhere. The King of Qin breaks the formation and breaks it.
The song is over.
There was silence for a long time.
They were obviously shocked.
It’s not a small bridge and flowing water, it’s not a breeze blowing in the willows, it’s not a deep and desolate scene.
It is like a tiger that can swallow thousands of miles.
It wasn't until a while later that the young man from before exhaled, then bowed his hands and said with a serious face: "Mr. Yu, there is no need to judge anymore. I am willing to accept the defeat."
Then he paused: "But this song is so majestic and heroic, and the essence of its meaning is beyond the comprehension of most people. It's hard for me to imagine that a girl could play it to such a superb level."
Hearing this, the old man subconsciously glanced at the other side of the screen. He didn't know the specific identity of the other party.
There was no response from Xiao Qingluo.
Liu Yao whispered to herself: "As soon as this song came out, now
