This is purely a nonsense mess. Lin Qingyin, the person involved, has officially surrendered just now, and the judges have also given the results. It is too much to ask Jun Moxie to play a song that is better than the broken heart. Shameless, Young Master Jun has explained just now that the song itself has reached perfection, only the performer has a slight problem with his state of mind, which makes him feel uneasy, but the sound requires Jun Moxie to play another song that is even better , but it is clearly difficult for the strong!
"The outcome is clear, do you want to mess around?"
Miao Xiaomiao raised her willow eyebrows, her phoenix eyes were full of evil, and she was a little furious!
"He has never even touched a musical instrument, so how can he say that the winner is clear?"
The voice was unrelenting.
Jun Moxie's spiritual sense had already locked on the person who was shouting, and he was standing far away among the crowd, hiding his head behind a person, bowing his head deeply, just yelling blindly.
Usually, those who shouted like this had an angry expression on their faces, but this guy was obviously guilty, and he was afraid that others would recognize him.
Zhan Qingfeng's face remained calm, but there was a glint of complacency in his eyes. This person is exactly what he arranged in advance. If Mo Junye wins, no matter what the reason is, he must find out. Even if he is looking for a bone in an egg, he must overthrow Mo Junye's victory!
Jun Moxie's divine sense just scanned once, and he already understood everything. I sneered in my heart, and said in my heart, if you knew that I was the big oriental book who played Xiaoao Jianghu in the Danguanlou of Juhua City... I am afraid you would never rush to give yourself a chance to perform, Broken Heart Chant is indeed perfect, but perfection can be divided into three, six, and nine grades...
"The so-called justice is in the hearts of the people, no matter what, since some people have raised doubts, then I will play a song for everyone. In case someone picks a bone in the egg and blindly refuses to give up! Do you think I am right, Mr. Zhan? "
Jun Moxie looked at Zhan Qingfeng with a half-smile.
"That's natural. If you want to win, you must have truly overwhelming strength!"
Zhan Qingfeng waited with a slight smile: "The outcome is clear, and you can't just rely on lip service."
"Yes, but when it comes to overturning the idea of winning or losing, you can't just rely on lip service."
Jun Moxie chuckled and said: "It's even more impossible to rely on some shady methods and use people who dare not even show their faces. Since the man who spoke, since he has the courage to speak, why not stand up generously, I can Guaranteed, I will never pursue it, no matter what you said is your own wish or represents the wish of others!"
As soon as this sentence came out, Miao Xiaomiao burst out laughing. With her strength, she has naturally discovered that person. And Jun Moxie and Zhan Qingfeng's fierce exchange of words made her instantly understand everything that happened in front of her.
Since coming here, Zhan Qingfeng has never said a single word to this person. It seems that this person must have been arranged by Zhan Qingfeng. Unexpectedly, this person was really far-sighted and thoughtful to such an extent that he thought about defeat before thinking about victory, and even arranged everything in advance.
But because of this, he was even more prepared against Zhan Qingfeng in his heart! Then, all his previous actions, all the previous actions that made him feel warm, were not all carefully designed by this person
He worked so hard to please himself, what exactly was he going to do? Or what does Xi Bajiao B do
In Miao Xiaomiao's heart, it was the first time that the height of this question was raised to the level of the entire Zhan family, and she couldn't help being vigilant!
"Brother Lin, little brother didn't expect to have today's meeting. I don't have any musical instruments with me, so I had to borrow my brother's jade flute."
Jun Moxie took the lead with a smile.
Lin Qingyin smiled and agreed, took out the jade flute, wiped it in clear water extremely carefully, then held the jade flute with white silk, and brought it over for Jun Moxie.
This kind of practice, in the Illusion Mansion, is the greatest respect a musician has for his colleagues!
Originally, as a master in the music circle of Lin Qing, he had his own stand and insisted that it was absolutely impossible to lend someone else the musical instrument that never left him, but in Lin Qingyin's actions, everyone could clearly feel an atmosphere.
That is, Mo Junye borrowed the jade flute from Lin Qingyin to play music, and the one who should really feel honored is Lin Qingyin herself and the jade flute!
Jun Moxie took the flute in his hand, but felt that his hand was as light as nothing, he couldn't help being surprised, and said: "What a flute."
Holding this jade flute in his hand, he could hardly feel the weight. This kind of jade quality, I believe that only the extremely rare Light Spirit Jade can achieve it!
"A good flute must be paired with a good person. This jade flute is in my hands, but it's a bit of a waste. Now I can only place my hope on Brother Mo, and hope that it can make a different sound in Brother Mo's hands."
Lin Qingyin smiled very lonely, and slowly backed away.
"Brother Lin is too modest."
Jun Moxie smiled faintly, looked at the jade flute in his hand, and said softly: "The piece I'm about to play was written by a woman, and it has been handed down for hundreds of years... Maybe it's the jealous beauty, this one The peerless pink, the beauty of the country, has been frowning all her life, and her body is weak. She passed away before she turned twenty. A generation of beauties disappeared in the dust, and people can't help but sigh. However, because of our land The place is remote, and this piece of music has never been handed down, so it was only a coincidence that I was lucky enough to learn this piece of Xiaoqu; today I will play it and share it with you all.”
When he said this, many people in the judges' seats pricked up their ears. Obviously, this is another piece of music that no one has heard before.
And it was made by a woman!
"Although this girl has a beautiful face, but because of her frail body, she is sick all the year round and rarely goes out. The greatest pleasure in ordinary times is to watch the flowers bloom and fade in front of the court, and watch the clouds roll and the clouds clear in the sky. On that day, all the flowers in the garden It was in full bloom, and she enjoyed it all day, and she was very happy; she planned to go again tomorrow! But that night, there was a strong wind and light rain, and the thousands of flowers that were in full bloom all withered overnight."
When Jun Moxie said this, Miao Xiaomiao couldn't help but let out a soft 'ah'. If Xin Dao were to replace this woman with himself, he would definitely be extremely sad; especially since this woman is still lingering on the sick bed all year round, her pulse must be weak. Wouldn't it be even more unbearable to suddenly ruin her little fun due to natural changes
Sure enough, Jun Moxie said: "She heard the sound of wind and rain at night, and she was already very anxious. When it was just dawn the next day, she got up in her clothes and went to the garden to see her favorite Flowers, but in front of her, there is a horrendous red all over the ground... "
"She was very sad. Yesterday was a colorful flower, but today it withered like this. However, she couldn't bear to let these petals be crushed in the mud and dust, so she swept all the petals on the ground. Get up, put them in a sachet, and bury them. When she was burying the flowers, she suddenly thought of herself, why is she not such a young man, but she is seriously ill, or will die soon, so, today she Who can bury flowers, and who will bury himself in the future?"
"Either because of the hurt of the scene, or because of the heart, this strange woman improvised a poem called "The Song of Burying Flowers". The song I am going to play today is composed by her own hands. The flute song that came out. And that woman passed away within three days after the lyrics and music were written... "
"Hearing what brother Mo said, my little sister really can't wait to listen to this song "The Song of Burying Flowers"."
Miao Xiaomiao's eyes were filled with admiration, and she said very interestedly: "But before Brother Mo plays it, can you write down this poem first?"
"Ms. Miao asked, of course it is possible!"
Jun Moxie said generously.
With a wave of Miao Xiaomiao's hand, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were brought up, placed in front of her, and said with a smile: "Brother Mo just recites, and my younger sister will take care of the record."
"It's so good."
Jun Moxie understands what she means, and he may have to compete in calligraphy soon, so it's better not to show his hole cards for the time being.
The two of them were like singing a double reed, you spoke to me, and the atmosphere of this song was exaggerated as if no one else was there. Before the song of funeral flowers started to be played, it had already penetrated into the hearts of the people and touched everyone's heartstrings.
Tell a moving story first to arouse the resonance in people's hearts, then write out the relevant lyrics, show it to everyone, and finally play the song officially, which will undoubtedly make the power of this song reach the unprecedented maximum!
With the brush in Miao Xiaomiao's hand dipped in ink, under Jun Moxie's gentle recitation, "The Song of Burying Flowers", which was once popular on Earth, is a Dream of Red Mansions that can be easily spoken by men, women and children. In this different world, Finally blooming its unique brilliance!
"When the flowers wither and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity when the red flowers disappear
The gossamer is soft and the spring pavilion is floating, and the falling catkins are lightly stained with the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the evening of spring, full of melancholy and has nowhere to complain; she hoes the flowers out of her front with her hands, and bears stepping on the falling flowers to and fro.
Willow silk and elm pods come from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei; peaches and plums will reappear next year, who will you know in your boudoir next year
In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and the swallows in Liangjian are too ruthless.
Although the flowers and hair can be pecked next year, no one will go to Liang Kong's nest to pour them out.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, and the sword are fierce; how long will it be bright and beautiful, and it is hard to find once you are wandering.
Blooms are easy to see and fall are hard to find, before the steps worry about killing the flower burial person; leaning on the flower hoe alone to secretly shed tears, sprinkle the empty branches to see bloodstains.
The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, the hoe goes back to cover the heavy door; the green light shines on the wall, and the people are sleeping for the first time, and the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.
Blame the slaves for the trouble? Half for pity spring half annoyed spring;
Last night, the sad song was sung outside the court. Did you know it was the soul of flowers and the souls of birds
The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to stay, the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed: "May the slave give birth to wings and fly with the flower to the end of the sky.
At the end of the sky, where is Xiangqiu
It’s not like collecting the beautiful bones in a kit, and covering the wind with pure land; the quality is clean when it comes and goes, which is better than dirty water and sinking into ditches.
If you die now, you will be buried, but when will you die
You are laughing like an idiot at the flower burial today, but who is he when he is tired of burying flowers
Just look at the gradual fall of the remaining flowers in spring, that is when the beauty dies of old age; "
Following Jun Moxie's chanting and Miao Xiaomiao's writing, everyone was immersed in this sad yet beautiful and elegant poem, even the two brothers Zhan Qingfeng and Zhan Yushu who were focused on Jun Moxie, at this moment He couldn't even say a word to disrupt the situation.
In the world, there really are such beautiful poems! And every single word is so true, close to everyone's life, that helplessness, that crispness in facing life and death, "Using flowers as a metaphor for my aloofness and aloofness...
In the world, there used to be such a strange woman with a blue quality and a wise heart..."