The sporadic repetition of homophonic sounds alternates with the tight rhythm of horse hooves.
The sudden rapid sound of pipa suddenly put everyone on an ancient battlefield.
After breaking out of the siege, King Xiang fled with the Han army in hot pursuit.
A tragic melody came, and in a blink of an eye, Xiang Yu was besieged by the Han army on the Wujiang River. He raised his sword and committed suicide on the bank of the Wujiang River.
The sword forged from hundred-forged fine steel lost its owner's grip and fell on the bluestone on the shore, making a crisp landing sound.
Li Xiao's phantom-like fingers gently pressed on the strings.
Then the sound of the pipa, like a storm, suddenly stopped.
Regardless of the few people watching on the stage, or the judges and audience below the stage, everyone's mouths became O-shaped.
The live broadcast room was flooded with all kinds of excited comments and rewards.
McIntosh Donna stared blankly at the people on the stage.
Is this the classical music of Han Dynasty that she has always looked down upon?
Who is this person in front of me?
What on earth is going on with this sweaty, trembling feeling?
Why can the other party's methods be so familiar?
It turned out that it wasn't that the classical music of Han Dynasty was not good, but that what she had seen before was not good enough.
McIntosh Donna, who was nearest, was in deep shock.
The five judges sitting at the front were the first to come to their senses.
There were expressions of excitement on their faces, and the professor who taught Mingyue Classics of Han Dynasty stood up even more excitedly.
Without taking into account the occasion, he took the microphone and asked Li Xiao:
"I would like to ask, who is your teacher?"
Li Xiao shook his head in shock. He didn't have any teacher who had completely given the skills by the system.
He could only explain vaguely:
"I have many teachers, so I can say that I have learned from everyone's strengths."
In fact, what Li Xiaoxiang meant was that he learned it by himself online, but his words were misunderstood by the classical folk music teacher.
"It turns out that I come from a musical family. No wonder my pipa skills are already superb at such a young age. It's really amazing."
In his opinion, only children from musical families can learn from different teachers.
After all, even in modern times, sectarianism still exists.
Only children from musical families, influenced by the legacy of their parents, can learn from different teachers and gain the strengths and guidance of their different people.
Moreover, music requires constant accumulation and learning, and only children like this can be influenced by music since childhood.
Only at such a young age can he achieve such great achievements in music.
The person next to me also nodded and said:
"Indeed, the moment the pipa played, I was pulled into the ancient battlefield, surrounded by soldiers and iron horses."
"If the sound of the pipa hadn't stopped, I wouldn't have been able to get out of the musical image."
Li Xiao's mouth twitched slightly, it seemed that this misunderstanding was getting bigger.
He didn't know where to explain it better.
After thinking for a moment, he sighed silently in his heart and decided to swallow his explanation.
As the saying goes, after telling a lie, more lies are needed to cover it up.
If you tell a lie in public, you may have to lie to make up for it later.
So he simply kept silent and let everyone figure it out on their own.
Seeing that he didn't speak, several judges did not continue to discuss, but returned to the topic.
Professor Huo coughed lightly, with an unconcealable smile on his face, and nodded with satisfaction:
"This is a very exciting song House of Flying Daggers. It is the best House of Flying Daggers I have heard in recent years."
"All the links were handled very smoothly. Even if I were to perform on stage in person, I probably wouldn't be able to do it better."
"So my score is perfect, 20 points!"
The rich-faced male professor sitting next to Professor Huo stood up with a smile:
"I have to say, my little brother's level of pipa is more than enough to be an associate professor of musical instruments in the Music Department of Chengdu University."
“Competing with a senior student, it’s really hard to win.”
"But what we are talking about now is the level of competition and nothing else."
"So the score I gave is also a perfect score, 20 points!"
"Excellent performance, 20 points!"
"It was played very well, especially the last part. I could even experience Xiang Yu's despair when he was surrounded by a large army."
"Whether it is technically or emotionally, it is perfect, and my score is also 20 points!"
Professor Huo was about to stand up and summarize the game.
There was a burst of national curses on the stage:
"Fuck NM! What kind of bad competition is this? This is clearly cheating for personal gain!"
"As professors and associate professors of Chengdu University, in order to help the people of your country win, do you still need to..."
A crisp slap interrupted the earring man's taunting.
The man with earrings covered the left side of his face. Although McIntosh Donna didn't use much force, it was too sudden.
Being slapped in the face in public, or by the object of his admiration, the man with earrings was instantly confused.
McIntosh Donna, who had come back to her senses, had a frustrated and apologetic expression on her face. She pursed her lips and whispered:
"I'm sorry, okay, Howard, stop talking."
After speaking, she turned around, walked to the stage, bowed slightly, picked up the microphone, and whispered:
"I'm very sorry that my companion was rude."
"I have no objections to the judges' evaluation this time."
"Mr. Li Xiao's playing level is indeed much better than mine."
"I am convinced that I lost this game."
After speaking, she paused for two seconds, took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and then continued:
"I'm very sorry, I just made very inappropriate remarks in public."
As she spoke, she turned to face the six veteran musicians, bowed slightly and spoke in an extremely sincere tone:
"I'm very sorry, 6 teachers. My understanding of the classical folk music of the Han Dynasty is too shallow, so I made radical remarks."
"I deeply apologize for my behavior just now, and I beg you six to forgive me."
The six musicians looked at each other, and finally the old man wearing a round hat who lent the pipa came out with a smile.
He had no intention of beating the drowned dog, but said with a smile:
"It's okay, it's okay. It was indeed us six old guys who didn't perform well just now."
"Actually, there isn't much of a problem with what you said. It's just that it's too general."
"It would be a bit bad to generalize a few of our inferior techniques to the entire classical musical instruments of the Han Dynasty."
After hearing the old man's reprimand, McIntosh Donna did not show any rebelliousness this time. Instead, she nodded obediently and spoke again:
"I'm very sorry. You are right. I will carefully review this aspect."
After apologizing to the six musicians, she turned around again, faced the audience off the stage and spoke with a serious expression:
"I'm very sorry for making insulting remarks in public. I apologize to everyone here."
After speaking, she bowed slightly again.
An unknown member of the audience said loudly:
"Okay, since you are willing to admit defeat, we will forgive you!"
With this shout, echoes immediately echoed around:
"Yes, we adults don't remember the mistakes of villains!"
"Don't do this next time!"
"Okay, knowing your mistakes can greatly improve things!"
