Urban Sims

Facing Zhou Ming, Tian Fuxiang bowed, lightly opened her red lips, and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Zihua, I have long admired your name."

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

Tian Fuxiang sat down with a dignified posture, and placed the strange piano in his hand steadily on the low table. After sitting upright, he glanced at Zhou Ming as if to indicate, and after seeing him nod, he placed his jade fingers on the strange piano. On the strings of the piano, his fingertips suddenly hooked, producing a musical note.

Zhou Ming's expression changed drastically!

this voice...

Ding ding, ding, ding, ding...

The sound is like a gurgling mountain stream, flowing out of the weird-shaped guqin.

For a moment, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the sound of a needle could be heard, except for the sound of the piano.

Ding ding ding, ding ding ding ding...

The jade hands were like shuttles, the rhythm of the piano music accelerated, and the brighter and more soothing piano music put everyone present into a mysterious artistic conception.

Even Zhou Ming was the same. In this melodious sound of the piano, he seemed to hear the call of a bird. No, it should be two birds. Two birds with unique calls and unusual arrogance. They were chasing each other. , the sounds of playing, fighting, and flirting with each other...

The scene was vivid and lively, like a movie, playing before my eyes.

When, when, when...

After the two birds flew away together and disappeared from the artistic conception, I felt a sense of emptiness and loss. The sound of the piano suddenly 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 "Feng Qiu Huang". According to legend, it was written by Sima Xingru, the third owner of this qin, in order to pursue the woman he admired, Zhuo Wenxuan. After listening to this song, Wenxuan couldn't help but flushed and her ears were warm, and her heart was fascinated. She fell in love with Sima Xing Such literary talents, in order to repay the encounter with a close friend, he went to Xingru's residence that night and concluded a good relationship... leaving a story that will last forever." Tian Fuxiang explained to him.

"I see...then that piano you used?"

Zhou Ming looked at the charcoal-black strange piano in front of her and asked, "But does it have a special origin?"

"This harp was made thousands of years ago by the famous harpist Mr. Yu Boya, using a section of sycamore wood with an unusual sound that he rescued from the fire. It is called the Jiaowei harp. This harp only has seven strings. It has a weird shape and different widths. It is very Most people can play it, but my mentor, Mr. Ji Kang, saw that I could tune the piano to a better tune, so he gave it to me as a gift."

Jiao Weiqin?

It turns out that it is ranked in the top three among the top ten famous harps, alongside the carillon, raoliang harp, spring thunder harp and other famous harps. The famous harp "Jiaowei harp" has been passed down through the ages and left countless legends.

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

A skillful woman cannot make a fool of herself, and some gaps in tools cannot be made up for by technology. It is like playing an online game. In front of a level 100 magical costume, no matter how good you are in the novice costume, you will still be beaten.

Therefore, if he did not borrow this Jiaowei Qin to play a song, Zhou Ming would definitely be defeated.

Tian Fuxiang was slightly stunned and said: "Mr. Zihua, this piano playing method is unique and cannot be played by ordinary people. Do you really want to borrow it?" Of course she knew that this competition was a bit unfair, but when she heard that the other party wanted to borrow the piano, she wanted to borrow it. Comparing yourself with a piano that you have never played before and don’t know how to play is not...

Tian Fuxiang didn't know how to describe it. If Zhou Ming could use an analogy, it would be a primary school student competing with a prestigious college student on calculus math problems. It was clear at a glance which one was awesome and which one was confused.

"Yes, lend me a piece of music and return it immediately after you finish playing!"

Zhou Ming's words aroused a lot of doubts: "Are you afraid? Tian Zihua!", "Admit defeat, stop dawdling!", "Sister Fuxiang, don't borrow, this kid can't afford to lose and wants to cheat.", "Eternal name. You borrowed the piano as soon as you asked. If the strings are broken, can you afford to pay for it?", "Admit defeat obediently!"... There was a sound of pride and elation in the audience.

"Okay, this piano is loaned to you."

Tian Fuxiang hesitated for a moment, but for the sake of fairness, she picked up the "Jiaowei Qin" and carefully placed this thousand-year-old Qin in front of Zhou Ming. , Zhou Ming nodded repeatedly and promised that the piano would not be damaged.

Dangdang, dangdang...

Ding ding, ding ding...

Zhou Ming stroked the strings of this famous piano and adjusted the tone, creating bursts of noise, which caused another burst of complaints from below: "Tian Zihua, give in quickly, stop struggling!", "It's unbearable, it's unpleasant to listen to. Die!", "Can't you afford to lose?", "You still dare to say that you are so talented, but I think it's just a waste of money..." Before the man could finish cursing, his body suddenly stagnated, and his mouth remained motionless. .

It wasn't just him. After a burst of passionate piano music sounded, other people's behavior was also similar.

What did they see from the mysterious and overwhelming sound of this melody?

They seemed to see a picture like this:

An assassin with a great vengeance, for revenge, with endless resentment and indignation, went into the mountains and studied the piano skill for ten years. Finally, he waited for the opportunity, and he was summoned by the king after he became a master of the piano skill. , in the deep palace surrounded by guards, he saw his enemy! The opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived! So, after playing a piece of music that stunned everyone in the palace, he suddenly pulled out his long sword and stabbed his enemy on the steps with the force of a white rainbow piercing the sun. After killing dozens of guards, In order not to harm his family, he destroyed his face with a sword, gouged out his eyes, and committed suicide by caesarean section...

Amidst the clank of the piano, this story seemed to come to life before the eyes of all the listeners.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and when the scene before everyone's eyes was fixed on the assassin's sister, she recognized her brother who dumped his body in the market, cried bitterly on the body, and died in front of her brother's body. Everyone's mood was still difficult to calm down, and they were deeply moved. Shocked by it.

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

The person who asked this question was Tian Fuxiang who woke up first.

Zhou Ming, who put away his piano and sat upright, said with a smile: "This story is about an assassin named Nie Zheng during the Warring States Period. His father forged swords for the King of Han, and was executed due to delay. In order to avenge his father..." After telling the story of Nie Zheng's revenge, he added: "I don't know the name of this zither music, but since this qin music was played on the outskirts of Guangling, why not call it "Guangling San". "

"Guanglingsan?"

Tian Fuxiang recited it twice, and then suddenly sighed and said: "To be able to play such a resolute and impassioned music with the ancient famous harp, Fuxiang feels inferior..." She bowed again: "Mr. Zihua , I’d better give this Jiaowei Qin to you, you are more qualified to own it than me.”

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

"Mr. Zihua, my teacher Mr. Ji Kang once said: Names and objects have their own owners, and they wait for the destined person. If you can control this piano better, it means that you are the destined person who is more suitable for this piano than me. People...and for many years, I have been tired of this piano, and my piano skills have not improved. Now that it is gone, I feel much more relaxed. From now on, I can play the piano freely, and..."

Tian Fuxiang smiled at him and said, "Thank you for your "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 hand in the air, and finally, under the glare of countless Tian family disciples, he solemnly put away the famous piano and carried it behind 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 said hello to Tian Kuang, the head of the Tian family in Guangling: "Uncle Tian, ​​please fulfill your promise and return the ancestral tablet genealogy to my Anping Tian family as soon as possible. They are all 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. Haipingtian family, don't even think about relying on you to get back up!"

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 chapter of the manuscript. Starting tomorrow, I can only update two chapters. Sorry. Also, the writing style of the ancient copy is really out of control. How much information does it need to be checked? I don’t understand poetry, lyrics, songs, etc. at all. But This dungeon must be completed. It has about 50 chapters. Now I have just finished half of it. The foreshadowing is almost complete. I will try my best to write a few exciting chapters later. I hope I don’t give up. Ming Jian is really running out of brain power. , a book that may have millions of words, was finished in fifty chapters, this is really... Hey, please recommend it, subscribe, give it a monthly pass, give me whatever you have, thank you for your support!