Urban Sims

Chapter 120 "Guangling San"

Facing Zhou Ming, Tian Fuxiang gave a blessing salute, lightly parted her vermilion lips, and said in a cool voice: "Mr. Zihua, I have long admired your name."

Kneeling and sitting in front of a piano, Zhou Ming nodded slightly and made a "please" gesture.

Tian Fuxiang sat down dignifiedly, and placed the strange piano in his hand on the low table steadily. After correcting his sitting posture, he glanced at Zhou Ming as a signal. On the strings of the piano, the fingertips suddenly hooked, and a note was issued.

Zhou Ming's expression changed drastically!

this voice...

Ding ding, ding ding, ding ding...

The sound of the piano is like a gurgling stream in a mountain stream, flowing out of the weirdly shaped guqin.

All of a sudden, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the only sound was the sound of the zither.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang...

The jade hands are like a shuttle, the rhythm of the piano sound is accelerated, and the more lively and soothing piano sound makes everyone present enter a mysterious artistic conception.

Even Zhou Ming is the same. In the melodious sound of the piano, he seems to have heard the call of a bird, no, it should be two birds, two birds with unique calls, and they are extremely proud. They are chasing each other. , playing and fighting with each other, and tenderly flirting with each other...

This scene is lively, like a movie, playing in front of my eyes.

when, when, when...

After the two birds flew away together and disappeared from the artistic conception, when the mood was empty and lost, the sound of the piano stopped and the lingering sound curled away.

"What's the name of this song?"

After a long time, Zhou Ming opened his eyes and asked the woman opposite.

"This song is called "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix". It is said that Sima Xingru, the third owner of this piano, composed it in order to pursue the woman Zhuo Wenxuan he likes. Ru's literary talent, in order to repay the meeting of his bosom friend, he went to Xingru's residence that night to conclude a good relationship...and left a good story through the ages." Tian Fuxiang explained for him.

"So that's how it is...Then which piano did you use?"

Zhou Ming looked at the tail of the violin body in front of her, which was obviously a bit carbon black and asked: "But does it have a special origin?"

"This qin was made thousands of years ago by the famous luthier Mr. Yu Boya. He rescued a piece of sycamore wood with abnormal sound from the fire. It is called the Jiaowei Qin. This qin has only seven strings. Ordinary people can play it, but my benefactor, Mr. Ji Kang, saw that I can tune this piano to a better tone, so he gave this piano to me as a gift."

Jiao Weiqin?
It turns out that among the top ten famous pianos, it can be ranked in the top three, juxtaposed with the famous carillon, raoliangqin, and spring thunder piano. The famous "Jiaoweiqin" has been passed down through the ages and left countless legends.

Zhou Ming's face became serious and he said: "Miss Tian, ​​you are using a famous qin through the ages, but the one in front of me is just an ordinary pine wood qin. In this competition, I am afraid that no matter how good my qin skills are, I will definitely lose... I don't know. Can I borrow your Jiao Weiqin, how about a fair competition?"

A clever woman can’t cook without rice. Some gaps in tools cannot be bridged by technology. It’s like playing online games. In front of a 100-level magical outfit, no matter how slippery you are as a novice, you will still be beaten.

Therefore, if you don't borrow this Jiaoweiqin to play a song, Zhou Ming will definitely lose.

Tian Fuxiang was slightly taken aback, and said: "Mr. Zihua, this piano is played in a unique way, and it is not something that ordinary people can play. Do you really want to borrow it?" Of course she knew that this competition was a bit unfair, but she heard that the other party wanted to borrow the piano. A piano that I have never played before and I don’t know how to play it. If you compete with yourself, isn’t it...

Tian Fuxiang didn't know how to describe it. If Zhou Ming were to make an analogy, it would be an elementary school student and a famous college student doing a calculus math problem.

"Yes, lend me a piece to play and return it immediately after playing!"

Zhou Ming's words aroused doubts: "Are you afraid? Tian Zihua!", "Admit defeat, don't dawdle!", "Sister Fuxiang, don't borrow, this kid can't afford to lose and wants to play tricks.", "Eternal name Qin, you borrowed it as you said, if you break the strings, you kid will pay for it?", "Be obedient and admit defeat!"... There were elated voices from the audience.

"Okay, this piano is loaned to you."

Tian Fuxiang hesitated for a moment. To be fair, she picked up the "Jiaoweiqin" and carefully placed the thousand-year-old piano in front of Zhou Ming. In the middle, Zhou Ming nodded again and again, making a promise that he would not damage the piano.

Dangdang, dangdang...

Ding ding, ding ding...

Zhou Ming stroked the strings of this famous piano, adjusted the timbre, and made a burst of noise, which caused another burst of complaints from below: "Tian Zihua, give up quickly, don't struggle!", "It's unbearable, it's ugly I'm dead!", "Can't afford to lose?", "How dare you say you're so talented, I think it's a waste of time..." Before the man could finish cursing, his body froze suddenly, his mouth remained motionless .

Not only him, after a burst of passionate piano sounds, the performance of other people is also the same.

What did they see from the mysterious and overwhelming piano sound of this tune?
They seemed to see a picture like this:

An assassin with a great vengeance, for revenge, with endless resentment and indignation, went deep into the mountains and studied the piano art for ten years. Finally, he waited for the opportunity, and he was summoned by the king after he had mastered the piano art , In the deep palace surrounded by guards, he met his enemy!The opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived!So, after playing a piano piece that stunned everyone in the court, he suddenly pulled out his long sword, and with the momentum of a white rainbow penetrating the sun, he assassinated his enemies on the steps, and after killing dozens of guards, In order not to hurt his family, he destroyed his face with a sword, gouged out his eyes, and committed suicide by dissection...

Amidst the clank of the zither, this story, as if lifelike, happened before the eyes of all the audience.

The sound of the zither stopped abruptly. When the picture in front of everyone was fixed on the assassin's sister, who recognized the younger brother who threw the corpse in the market, laying down the corpse and crying bitterly, and bumped to death in front of the younger brother's corpse, everyone's emotions were still hard to calm down. Shocked.

After a long time, someone came out of the story and asked in a slightly trembling voice: "Mr. Zihua, what is the name of this piano piece you played? What story is it about?"

It was Tian Fuxiang who was the first to wake up who raised this question.

Receiving the piano, Zhou Ming, who was sitting upright, said with a smile, "This story is about an assassin named Nie Zheng in the Warring States Period. His father forged swords for the King of Han. He was executed because of the delay. He wanted to avenge his father..." After telling the story of Nie Zheng's revenge, he said again: "I don't know the name of this qin piece, but since this qin piece was played on the outskirts of Guangling, why not call it "Guangling San". "

"Guangling San?"

Tian Fuxiang recited it twice, then suddenly sighed and said: "I can use the famous piano through the ages to play such a powerful and impassioned song. Fuxiang sighs that I am not as good as it..." She bowed again: "Mr. Zihua , this Jiaowei Qin, I should give it to you as a gift, you are more qualified to have it than me."

Zhou Ming was taken aback, stood up and said to her: "Miss Tian, ​​this Qin is too precious, I must not take it!"

"Mr. Zihua, Mr. Ji Kang, my concubine's mentor, said: Famous things have masters, treat yourself to those who are destined. If you can control this piano better, it means that you are more suitable for this piano than me." People... and for many years, I have been tired of this piano, and I can't improve my piano skills. Now that it is gone, I am much more relaxed. From now on, I can play the piano freely, and..."

Tian Fuxiang smiled at him and said, "Thank you for "Guangling San", Mr. Zihua."

This smile caused Zhou Ming to lose his mind for a short time, and when she regained her senses, she had walked off the competition stage briskly.

"Miss Tian, ​​I really don't want your Jiaoweiqin..."

Zhou Ming stretched his hands in the air, and finally, under the glaring gazes of countless Tian family disciples, he solemnly put away the famous piano and carried it on his back.

Early the next morning.

Before being blasted away, Zhou Ming and his party, who took the initiative to pack up their things, stepped on their steeds and left Guangling City.

Before leaving, Zhou Ming still greeted Tian Kuang, the patriarch of the Tian family in Guangling, "Uncle Tian, ​​please fulfill your promise and return it to my Anping Tian family as soon as possible. It was issued from a tree trunk." Zhiya, martial fighting is not as good as Wendou, it is best if the two can negotiate a solution, after all, everyone is named Tian."

……

"Tian Zihua! Do you think you can leave Yangzhou alive? You are too much of a threat to my Guangling Tian family, Haiping Tian, ​​don't expect to rely on you to get back up again!"

Standing at the city gate tower, looking at the rising sun, a cold murderous intent flashed in the eyes of Tian Kuang with a gloomy expression on the group of receding figures.

Just call a group of bandits and turn you into a few nameless bones in the wild!
　There is no saved manuscript for a chapter. Starting tomorrow, I can only update two. Forgive me. Also, the ancient copy, the writing style is completely uncontrollable. How much information do I need to check? I don’t understand poetry and songs at all, but This dungeon must be finished, about 50 chapters, half of it is done now, the groundwork is almost complete, I will try my best to write a few chapters of exciting plots in the future, I hope I don’t give up, Mingjian is really exhausted. , a book that may be able to write millions of words, finished in fifty chapters, this is really... hey, please recommend tickets, subscriptions, monthly tickets, give me whatever you want, thank you for your support!

　　
　
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