Huo Qianqing was just about to remind the people in the library when Tang Yuan stopped her and said, "Don't disturb this junior's interest because of me. We are just taking a look."
Naturally, she knew that these two people were from the fairyland, so she didn't dare to refute. She could only pray silently in her heart, "Don't ever cause trouble to me again!"
And the boy, trembling continuously, welcomed several people into the hall.
As soon as you enter the pavilion, you will feel that it is completely different from the majestic atmosphere outside. The house is filled with auras of bright purple and red, with pearls and candles everywhere illuminating the building so brightly that it almost seems like light pollution.
Yan Cai's face became even more ugly. Compared with before, this aesthetic level was really downgraded.
Huo Qianying carefully explained: "That little girl Nishang is going down the mountain, so the decoration in the city will be more festive."
Yan Cai just said coldly: "Change."
"Okay, I'll ask them to change their exaggerated style."
Yan Cai then turned to look at the two of them apologetically, and said, "To make the two seniors laugh, I usually only focus on my own practice. If I hadn't gone out today and took a look, I wouldn't have known that it had become like this. Fortunately, we discovered it, otherwise my Miaoyin Pavilion would be completely embarrassed when we watch the ceremony."
Tang Yuan smiled softly and said: "In any case, according to a certain family, this arrangement is acceptable, but it is a little separated from the city."
"Alas, since Patriarch Bixiu, no one else in the pavilion can control such a style. It is really the incompetence of our descendants." Yan Cai said with a look of loneliness that could not be concealed.
Eighty percent of Miaoyin Pavilion's practice is related to music. Its music theory is the same as its own practice. Even if you want to imitate and pretend, you can't do it.
As soon as we entered the museum, it became lively.
The true heirs of the Immortal Sect and the noble sons of the aristocratic families come and go, each of them has an extraordinary appearance and is surrounded by servants. They are so impressive.
Like Tang Yuan, who was traveling with a few others, he was the least ostentatious.
Tang Yuan sent the boy away and walked with a few people. At this time, he used his magical power and disappeared from everyone's sight. Even if he met him in person, he had no impression of him.
It's quite interesting to peek and listen like this.
Most of the people socializing in the hall are young monks, whose cultivation level is no more than Yanfa, but the topics they talk about are endless. They are not talking about the general trend of the East China Sea or even the world, or judging the heroes of all walks of life. It means talking about the mysteries and the Tao, and the words must mention the Tao.
If you only listened to these remarks, you would have thought it was a sermon from Zixiao Palace!
"Fortunately, these idiots are not my disciples." Yan Cai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Of course, more people are still talking about music. After all, the day when the Miaoyin Pavilion disciples go down the mountain to walk is also the day of the East China Sea Rhythm Competition.
At this moment, there are many fine music practitioners from all walks of life in the East China Sea and even other continents here.
Tang Yuan only had a brief understanding of the art of music, and was incomparable to those masters who had been familiar with it for many years, but his general knowledge was more than enough compared with these juniors.
What's more, he also has the unique skill of Nine Nether Demonic Sounds, which cannot be compared with the way of music, but he can drive people crazy, so he can be regarded as losing the battle but not others.
At this time, in the center of the pavilion, a person suddenly stood up, waved his sleeves and robe, and smoke clouds flowed out, attracting everyone's attention.
I saw that he had a straight nose, thin lips, and green hair tied up in a green cap. He had a good appearance, but his eyes were slightly cold, like a snake and beast, which slightly ruined his temperament.
I saw him speaking loudly: "Everyone gathered here must be here because of my sister, but she will leave the cabinet tomorrow, and by then the great monks from all sects will come to watch the ceremony. It may be difficult for you to even approach the main venue. , my little brother now has a destiny that allows everyone to meet my sister first, and even have the opportunity to cooperate with her!"
Hearing this, everyone immediately became excited. Not to mention how stunning this Miaoyin Pavilion has been throughout the world. If we can collaborate with her on a song, it would be a great opportunity to become famous all over the world!
At that moment, someone asked: "What should I do so that I can have a chance to sing with Miss Nishang!"
Fang Yuanyan smiled and said: "It's simple to say, as long as you can beat Fang in the way of music, you will be considered qualified!"
Seeing Tang Yuan's gaze, Huo Qianqian said hurriedly: "This Fang Yuan is Fang Nishang's younger brother and a disciple in the pavilion. Although he has good talent, he has a bit of a naughty personality. He is not as calm as his sister and is embarrassed to be appointed. "
Tang Yuan smiled and shook his head and said: "I don't think so. When a certain family was young, their personalities were like Meng Lang's. No one can learn to be calm at the beginning."
Yan Cai added from the side: "How dare he compare with his predecessors? If he can calm down a little, he will be considered a talent."
While speaking, everyone in the audience had already started competing. Tang Yuan wanted to watch, so he sat down with a few others and started watching.
I saw that the first person to challenge was a handsome young man in white. He came to the middle of the crowd with a Yao Qin in his arms.
He closed his eyes and gently stroked the strings with his sharp-knuckled fingers, as gentle as water, not missing any detail.
Yan Cai explained from the side: "With just this, you can see the person's musical skills. This is called asking the piano. Every piano player must understand the state of a good piano before playing. Sometimes it is just The slightest difference makes the performance completely different.”
The young man in white took a cup of tea and then opened his eyes and said: "The name of the piano is Green Qi. It is three feet six inches long. There are seven strings. They are all made of snow silkworm silk. It is made of purple paulownia wood and cold jade. Bamboo is the bone, the sound is as clear as the moon, and Tongzi is the essence.”
"I don't know how Brother Fang can compare!"
Fang Yuan smiled and said: "The rules are very simple. The competition is divided into three rounds. The first level is skills. Play my top ten famous songs in the East China Sea. The one who persists more wins."
"The second one is Yunqing. You and I each play one of our favorite pieces. The one who is more engaging wins."
"The third level is creation. You and I will come up with the topic on the spot and create a piece of music. The one with the better performance will win."
"I wonder if Brother Shen has any objections?"
The young man surnamed Shen, his expression unchanged, nodded and said: "Okay."
"Okay, it's refreshing enough. It's worthy of being the true successor of the Yushan Sect!"
Fang Yuan was quite well prepared, and over a cup of tea, he selected ten people to serve as judges. These ten people had different backgrounds, including elders from Miaoyin Pavilion, true disciples of Jiuwei Sect, famous musicians from the East China Sea, and even ordinary people. A lover of law and ethics, it seems very fair.
Yan Cai explained from the side: "These ten famous songs of the East China Sea are the practice methods of our Vinaya cultivators. Ordinary Yanfa cultivators will lose their magic power after playing two songs and have no future."
Fang Yuan also took out his musical instrument at this time, but it was a sheng.
He spoke softly: "Feng Ming, playing the Sheng, four inches long, thirteen yellow like the body of a phoenix."
After the two of them finished preparing, an old man with white hair and beard sitting at the top stroked his beard and said: "Since you two have finished preparing, the first song will be Xiaoxiang Shuiyun."
The young man surnamed Shen just plucked a string, and everyone felt as if they were in the clouds, water, and sky, with mist rising like smoke and clouds!
