"A small skill cannot deserve such high praise from Bai Xingshou!" Gao Shi smiled and shook his head gently. "I often enjoy doing this in my spare time. What I rely on now is just my familiarity. If the sword is replaced by a piano,
On the contrary, the charm inside can no longer be played!”
After saying that, he raised the wine cup and turned his head to everyone, "Can Mr. Gao drink this glass of wine?!"
"Drink, drink!" Everyone clapped their hands together and cheered for Gao Shi's "qin art".
The atmosphere in the venue became more and more intense, and even Zhang Xun's even-tempered character was aroused to excitement. He looked around and saw that no one was ready to stand up and accept Gao Shi's drink order, so he put down his wine cup.
He smiled and asked: "Mingyun, can you borrow a set of pens and ink?"
"If Mr. Tanhua can put a few words on the wall, everyone in Linfeng Tower will be very grateful!" Wang Xun nodded, smiled and asked the clerk to get pens and ink.
After a while, the pen and ink were delivered. Zhang Xun selected a large wolf hair from among them, soaked it with ink in the inkstone, strode to the wall, hung his wrist, held his breath, and wrote the four words "The wind is rising and the clouds are moving" with a swipe of the hair.
Every word is two feet square, and they are all written in meticulous Han li.
At this time, the most popular among literati was cursive script, which was based on its free and unrestrained state. However, there were also many famous people who were good at official script. If Zhang Xun's words are said to be unrestrained, upright and unpredictable, they may be different from
The grass sage Zhang Xu is missing by more than a chip and a half. But its value lies in its dignity and heaviness. Looking from a distance, an awe-inspiring righteousness rushes out.
"Okay!" The people here were all knowledgeable people. When they saw what Zhang Xun wrote, they immediately slapped the case with their palms. Zhang Xun smiled and cupped his hands at everyone, and then whispered: "Thanks for drinking this wine.
After listening to Master Gao's sword music just now, Zhang suddenly felt something in his heart and couldn't control his hands!"
"Tanhua Lang, please don't attribute it to me." Gao Shi smiled and shook his head, "That awe-inspiring aura is in your heart. Gao's music just happened to resonate with it. I nourish my awe-inspiring aura, which is the most powerful and strong.
, if raised directly without harm, it will be blocked between heaven and earth. The ancients sincerely do not deceive me!"
After the words fell, the four people cheered again. Half for Zhang Xun's words, and half for Gao Shi's comments. Lei Wanchun couldn't get a drink for two consecutive rounds, and his throat was so greedy that smoke was rising.
After looking at the inscriptions on the wall for a few times, an idea suddenly flashed in my heart. I laughed a few times and stood up. I walked quickly to Gao Shi's side, borrowed the sword from his hand, and then came here with the sword in hand.
Arriving in front of the wall where Zhang Xun had just inscribed, he suddenly rolled in mid-air. While rolling, he used his sword to carve "Tiger" on the wall at a position to the left of the wall that was a few feet higher than the four characters mentioned by Zhang Xun.
The four characters "Roaring Dragon Yin". After the last moment, the body was already close to the ground. However, he used his other arm to push hard, and the nine-foot-tall body stood up as lightly as a fallen leaf, slowly standing upright.
Stand firmly on the ground.
At this time, everyone even forgot to cheer. Some were holding wine cups or grabbing chopsticks, their mouths slightly opened, and their eyes unblinking. After a while, someone finally took a long "sigh" and tried hard
Applause.
These four characters are written in wild cursive. The attainment shown in calligraphy is completely different from the four characters Zhang Xun just wrote. But no one dares to underestimate Lei Wanchun's hand. You know,
It only takes three or two breaths to come together and fall. Even if you use wild cursive writing, the four characters add up to more than twenty strokes. Writing these four characters is equivalent to stabbing out more than twenty strokes in three or two breaths.
With swords, such martial arts, and such quick wit, I am afraid that if you look at the entire Tang Dynasty, you will not be able to find a second choice.
"Can I drink?" Lei Wanchun was uneasy and held his hands in the air amid applause.
"Okay, okay. Brother Lei, please change it to a bigger one!" Qin Guomo responded with a smile. He turned around and ordered the waiter to get the largest wine cup for Lei Wanchun. He slowly poured a cup and placed his hands in front of Lei Wanchun.
"Finally got it!" Lei Wanchun was not polite, picked up the wine cup, and drank it in one gulp. After drinking it, he wiped his mouth with his hand, looked back at his words, couldn't help but shook his head slightly, and said with a smile
: "Compared with Tan Hwa Lang's calligraphy, my calligraphy is like a spider crawling. However, the artistic conception is quite consistent!"
"It's more than just a match, it's a perfect match!" Cen Shen gently touched his palms, stood up and said, "After reading your names, Cen also has it here!" After that, he took the sword from Lei Wanchun's hand and played it while playing.
Yin, "The general of Han Dynasty will inherit the favor and defeat the army in the west, and the victory letter will be sent to Weiyang Palace first. The emperor has opened the Lin Pavilion in advance, but now who can count the merits of the two divisions. The officers and soldiers have left Loulan in the west, and the camp curtain is close to the moon cave. Pu Haixiao
Horses' tails are condensed in frost, and people flutter on their poles at night on green hills. They cheer for the returning army with the sound of pipes and stacks of drums, and the peace of the country has never been heard before. My husband's magpie seal shakes the moon, and the general's dragon flag catches the sea clouds. At sunset, the drums and horns of the camp gate sound, and thousands of people come out with their faces tied.
In the Fan city, soldiers were washed by seas of fish and clouds, and the camp was illuminated by the moonlight. The Tibetan army saw the Han camp in the distance, and the valleys and mountains were filled with cries. Thousands of arrows and knives were killed in one night, and the empty city was soaked with blood in the daytime. The flags were still wet in the dusk rain,
The smoke is white and the grass is white, the sun is cold. Last night the general Lian Xiao fought, and the Tibetan army saw only empty saddles."
It was not as gentle and graceful as the first half of the piece played by Gao Shi just now, but it brought out the impassioned flavor of the second half of the piece to its fullest.
Everyone praised loudly and toasted to Cen Shen. Cen Shen raised the wine cup and drank it all with a smile. Next came the two brothers Qin Guomo and Qin Guozhen. They were well-educated and had both civil and military skills. So they made two small orders in response to the occasion.
It can catch everyone's attention. But the literary talent and artistic conception are slightly inferior to Cen Shi's.
When it was Wang Quan's turn, he realized that he could not express his literary talent in front of Li Bai, Gao Shi, Cui Hao and Cen Shen. So he tried to avoid weaknesses and ordered his waiter to find several more wine cups and pour different levels of wine into them. He picked them up.
Using ivory chopsticks, I gently played the song "Sheng Ping Yue" on the wine cup. It jingled, jingled, jingled, and all the musical symbols did not fall off. It was truly a miraculous skill!
At the end of the song, the whole house burst into cheers. Bai Yuzhi knew that Wang Xun was not good at playing these elegant things, so while everyone was still immersed in the music played by Wang Quan, she quietly suggested to Wang Xun: "I am not good at this."
I want to present a song to everyone, Erlang, can you play the piano for me?"
"It's what I asked for!" Wang Xun was very satisfied when he saw Bai Yuzhi caring about him so much. He nodded and agreed in a low voice.
The Yao Qin was brought by Bai Yuzhi herself and had been placed beside her just now. When the noise from the crowd subsided again, she handed it to Wang Xun with a smile. Seeing the two young men and women expressing affection, we are deeply in love with each other.
Everyone knew clearly that Wang Xun was suspected of cheating, so they smiled and acquiesced. After a while, the piano music started playing, and Wang Xun followed the generous tone of the banquet just now and played a song that broke the formation. Bai Yuzhi sang this song almost every day.
All the tunes have long been familiar to me, so I stood up and sang softly: "Autumn is coming, the wind is blowing on all sides, the soldiers outside the Great Wall are leaving home for a while, they will travel thousands of miles without hesitation, time will reach the end of the world sooner or later...", and then
, the melody became more urgent, and the singing gradually turned from gentle to passionate, "The Han soldiers came out of Jinwei, the sun shone brightly on their iron clothes..."
"Broken Formation Music" is one of the most magnificent songs in the Tang Dynasty. It was originally not suitable for one person to sing alone. But when Bai Yunzhi sang it, she was able to sing it with ease, taking care of every detail, and interpreting her own feelings in the tone.
After the song was sung, the lingering sound lingered in the air. In addition to the iron horse, some gentleness of children was born out of thin air. It made people seem to see a young man and woman holding swords, walking side by side to the end of the world. The elders present recalled their youthful days, and they all
Smiling and tasting, the eyes of three young talents such as the Qin brothers and Wang Quan gradually became a little obsessed.
Everyone had finished cheering, and only Cui Hao and Gongsun Auntie were left in the arena. Not daring to let the woman stand in front of him, Cui Hao smiled and casually recited an ancient poem.
The melody of Yuefu is filled with new words about the love between young men and women. The scene just now is described in such detail that Wang Xun and Bai Yunzhi were not only happy, but also blushed with embarrassment.
It was Aunt Gongsun's turn. She stood up with a smile. She straightened her clothes and said to Bai Yuzhi: "I'd better do my old job. I wonder if my sister can play the piano for me?"
"My sister's sword dance amazes the gods and ghosts. I'm afraid my sister's piano sound is too soft to match my sister's dancing posture. Why don't I find Master Gao?" Bai Yuzhi thought for a while and recommended talents in a low voice.
"Bring me the qin!" Gao Shiqing didn't give in, and ordered his assistant to borrow the Yao qin from Bai Yuzhi. He gently tried a few notes, and then said with a smile: "Which piece of music to play, Gongsun, please choose!"
"It doesn't matter, Master, just play it as you please!" Aunt Gongsun held the sword as a salute, her words filled with unconcealable confidence.
"Then let's sing to the tune of water!" Gao Shi smiled and plucked the strings, "It's in line with Gongsun's style!"
"Master Gao is really good at choosing!" Aunt Gongsun smiled and followed the music of the piano.
"Shui Diao Song" is also a very grand piece of music. It starts from the scene of the battlefield and continues until after a hundred battles, when the soldiers return in triumph, they reunite with their wives and children at home and celebrate together. There are eleven stacks in total.
, the style of each stack is completely different. It may be impassioned, grand, gentle, or lingering and low. It has written all the emotions of both the man going to war and the beauty in his boudoir, which is most difficult to interpret.
But none of the above-mentioned complicated situations can trouble Gao Shi. Even more difficult can he not trouble Aunt Gongsun, who has been famous in the capital for nearly twenty years. She moved her lotus steps lightly, turned gracefully, and danced slowly to the rhythm of the melody.
The loneliness of Zheng Ren and the lovesickness of the beautiful lady behind him are vividly expressed.
In terms of age, Aunt Gongsun is more than twice as old as Bai Yuzhi. However, her figure is as light and agile as if she had just reached her hair. Ping Ping is slender, weak and boneless, and the pair of sharp blades in her hands make her look even more cold.
Frost. As the tune changes, this originally gentle and frail figure becomes stronger little by little. It is like a woman who suddenly changes from the apple of her parents' eyes to the eldest daughter-in-law of someone else's family after she reaches adulthood. From a carefree life
Life suddenly changes to the situation where he has to use all his strength to support a family. With his weak body, he has to shoulder the heavy burden after his husband goes off to war, which makes all viewers sigh.
Afterwards, the two armies fought. A wisp of the woman's soul flew to the front line under the moonlight, turned into a ball of sword light, and fought side by side with her husband. The enemy troops came from all directions, and their momentum was like a tide. The sword light and Zheng Fu were there.
He struggled to persevere in the tide of enemy troops, but never gave up. After the hard battle, Zheng's husband was injured. Jian Guang flew back to his home in the Central Plains. Although his heart was full of worries about his husband, he pretended to be a good man in front of his mother-in-law and sister-in-law.
Smiling face. Turning his head, two lines of clear tears fell against the moonlight.
Zhengfu went into battle injured, and the sword light once again accompanied him. Like lightning in the sky, like a dragon soaring, the barbarians were killed and retreated. Zhengfu and the sword light moved forward hard, splitting through the tide of enemies, and went straight to the center of the Chinese army's plundering formation.
Chan Yu. Numerous wolf riders came to escort him with exclaims. Zheng Fu roared loudly, and his sword turned into a white rainbow. The cold air made everyone dare not stare.
There was a "choke", and the tune changed again. The soldiers made great achievements, returned to the country on horseback, were awarded twelve rounds of honors, and went to the capital to report their victory to the court. The sword light flew back slowly, and they became one with the beauty again. They dressed in the mirror,
Pull out the premature gray hair and wait silently...
Eleven stacks of tunes, each stack represents a different scene, and the artistic conception contained in each stack is accurately expressed by Aunt Gongsun. The sadness is heartbreaking, and the impassioned moments are heartbreaking.
It made people's blood boil. After the Eleven Recital was played, the wine in the glasses and the dishes on the table were already cold. The restaurant waiters standing on both sides waiting for the guests forgot their responsibilities, and all of them opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths.
The soul has already flown away along with Aunt Gongsun’s dance, and has drifted to who knows where!
