Butler Liu couldn't help but tremble, and the boy in green clothes behind Butler Liu couldn't help but cover his mouth.
Soon, Butler Liu seemed to have figured out something. He raised his head and asked seriously, "I wonder what this young master's name is?"
Hu San said cheerfully: "My name is Hu San!"
"Hu..." Butler Liu was so angry that he had nothing to say. He looked at Ye Feng behind Hu San and asked:
"Then who is he?"
Hu Sandao: "He is my book boy."
Butler Liu's face turned even darker.
But Butler Liu finally announced: "This is the end of the first competition. The four young masters are shortlisted, namely Mr. Zhao, Mr. Qian, Mr. Sun and..."
Butler Liu paused, looked at the cheerful Hu San next to him, sighed deeply and continued to announce:
"And Mr. Hu"
. . . . . . . . .
Under the guidance of Butler Liu, everyone entered the first floor of Shiyaxuan.
There are all kinds of ancient musical instruments on this floor, including pipa, erhu, chimes, flutes, flutes, harps, harps, drums, etc. And every piece is antique and rare, although these things are just rubbish in the eyes of immortal cultivators.
Just listen to Liu Guanjia's words: "The ten most elegant things for a scholar are: burning incense, playing chess, drinking tea, listening to the rain, appreciating the snow, waiting for the moon, drinking wine, growing flowers, seeking solitude, and playing the harp."
"So today, the second competition is the temperament of the music. You can play solo by yourself, or you can play with the book boy."
Zhao, Qian and Sun all looked slightly happy on their faces. It turns out that the three of them have been prepared for this. Their three book boys are not just simple book boys. These people are all mortals who are attached to a family of immortal cultivators with little reputation like theirs. They have been trained by aristocratic families since they were young, and are good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. So this time the three young masters brought the three book boys to participate in the competition to find a bride, which was actually to use them as their support. Of course, this doesn’t mean that you can’t do anything. However, for example, taking music as an example, if you only rely on your own music level to perform a solo, it will be easy for others to hear problems, but with the accompaniment of your own schoolboy, it is naturally different.
Butler Liu didn't understand this, he just acquiesced. After all, mortals are not human beings to immortal cultivators, they are just ants, and they are just vassals of immortal cultivators. No matter how outstanding mortals are, how can they overshadow the master and replace the master's light? After all, they are not even worthy of being human.
As expected, Zhao Qian and Sun all played together with the book boy. The thoughtful Butler Liu naturally knew the purpose of the three young masters in choosing the ensemble, but he could only see through it without telling them. After all, Butler Liu also believes that how can mortals who are ants be compared with immortal cultivators? The meaning of their existence is to make immortal cultivators more valuable.
However, Mr. Liu, who has very sharp ears, naturally heard that the musical standards of Zhao Qiansun and the others were pretentious and pretentious, and they did not have the grandeur that men should have. Even if the three of them were street performers, they would definitely be smashed. The kind of stall.
You must know that the momentum behind the music has nothing to do with a person's skill level in the music. It is an intuitive manifestation of a person's character and cannot be faked at all.
At this moment, Hu San looked at Ye Feng and asked gloatingly: "Do you know music?"
Ye Feng did not answer and remained silent. Hu San seemed to have guessed it, and said with a smile: "I know you can't do it, I'm playing solo this time."
Ye Feng smiled bitterly and nodded. After all, his wife's order prohibits him from playing music for others.
Hu San chose the pipa. Hu San was seen holding the pipa in his arms and playing it lightly with his fingertips. The euphemistic and clear music, like gurgling water, gently passed behind the ears of everyone present, passed through the doors, windows and beams of Shiyaxuan, and brushed across the surface of Yueming Lake.
It is like a bright stream that penetrates into the depths of the listener's soul, downplaying the hustle and bustle of the world;
It is also like a beautiful bird, gently holding people's deepest emotions, flying high with joy, anger, sorrow and joy;
It is also like a blooming flower, exuding the most intoxicating fragrance, making people intoxicated without knowing where to go.
As a result, Hu Sandu has finished his solo, and everyone else is still lost in their own, and it took them a long time to return to reality.
And it's not just the people in Shiya Pavilion who are "intoxicated and don't know their way back". Those who were not selected on the shore are also listening intoxicated at this moment. Those people originally heard the music played by the three people from Zhao Qiansun just now, but they were unconvinced and dissatisfied. What kind of rubbish was this? But it wasn't until I heard this that I was convinced that I had not entered Shiyaxuan.
Butler Liu didn't say anything, just looked at Hu San and nodded approvingly. His face, which was originally very dark and almost turned into charcoal, finally regained some of its human color and was no longer as ugly as before.
As for Zhao Qian and Sun, they originally thought that this little-known boy who appeared out of nowhere was just lucky in the first competition. But at this moment, it seems that no one thought that this boy named "Hu San" was actually a dark horse and a powerful enemy. So all three people showed obvious hostility towards Hu San.
However, Hu San didn't seem to care about Butler Liu's opinions and views, and turned a blind eye to the hostility of Zhao Qian and Sun. He just looked at Ye Feng and asked proudly: "How is it?"
Ye Feng didn't say anything, but nodded and said: "Very good."
Hu San smiled slightly. It was obvious that he cared more about Ye Feng's opinion than Butler Liu's approval.
But Ye Feng didn't pay attention to Hu San's triumphant expression, but looked in one direction. In that direction, a seven-string guqin was lying quietly on the table. Maybe it was because no one had played it for a long time, and a lot of dust had fallen on it.
Ye Feng was attracted by this guqin when he first came in. At this moment, Ye Feng couldn't help but come to the guqin, caressing the surface of the guqin, and the light in his eyes gradually brightened.
Sure enough.
Hu San suddenly said: "How about you give it a try?"
Ye Feng smiled gently and shook his head, looking at Butler Liu. But Butler Liu glanced at Hu Sanhou, sighed deeply, and said: "Only when emperors, generals, ministers, talented men and beauties play the guqin and strings can they be called elegant. At this moment, making friends with literature, no one can play the guqin." , it’s ultimately a regret. If you can play the piano, give it a try. Even if it’s not good, it doesn’t matter, just use it as a way to make up for the regret.”
Ye Feng saw that the other party had reached such an extent that it would be shameful to refuse any more, so he bowed and saluted.
It happened that Ye Feng wanted to try this piano. Although Ye Feng didn't want to show off too much, this was the only piano that Ye Feng really wanted to try.
