Everyone looked at the glazed palace suspended in mid-air, and many people sneered in their hearts. Feng Feiyun did not receive the invitation, and finally walked in.
Of course, the young talents present felt that Feng Feiyun was not ashamed to speak out. He didn't understand the rhythm, but he had to pretend to be an expert.
Li Xiaonan put away the white jade Taoxun, and said dashingly and elegantly: "It turns out that the little god king is also a master of rhythm, but it's disrespectful. I also ask the little god king to give pointers."
Many people are secretly laughing. Although Li Xiaonan seems to be elegant and calm, his "everyone" is a lively face. Who doesn't know how the son of the demon knows what rhythm
The number one talent in the world is different. He doesn't use dirty words when he swears.
Feng Feiyun didn't seem to be able to hear the irony in Li Xiaonan's words, and said with a hearty smile: "Since you are so humble, then I will give pointers to you. You played a total of four pieces just now, "Yue Wangling", "Yue Wangling" Where the Wind Rests", "Song of a Beauty with White Hair", "Southern Cicada in the Snow Region", each of them is a masterpiece, but in the eyes of a real expert, you play it too vulgarly. "Yue Wangling" should be magnificent , the syllables are high, like King Yue coming into the world, but you play it so drizzly, like a bitch."
"Let's talk about "The Place of the Wind", it was originally a piece of music that promoted freedom, the rhythm was brisk, and the rhythm was flying, 'walking to the place where the wind rests, sit and watch the clouds rise', but you were blown away by you, and there was no Ye Wenji at all. The kind of amazing that I played "The Rest of the Wind" back then."
Li Xiaonan's original expression of dashing and calm has changed, his face has become dignified, what Feng Feiyun said is not nonsense, it is his weakness, he originally wanted to embarrass Feng Feiyun, and then retreated, But he didn't want to embarrass himself.
Dongfang Jingyue also gave a light "huh", feeling weird, Feng Feiyun doesn't even know musical scores, how come he has such a research on rhythm all of a sudden
The other young talents were also stunned by Feng Feiyun's call. Could it be that the son of the demon is actually a melody master
"Let's talk about your song "Beauty with White Hair", this is a sad song, it was created by the famous melody master 'Gongsun Sanniang', Gongsun Sanniang's beauty is absolutely stunning in the world, However, he was abandoned by the Taoist headmaster, and his head turned white overnight, so he composed this song "The Song of a Beauty with White Hair"."
"As soon as the song came out, the fish and insects were all mourning, and the sky turned pale. It's a pity that after Gongsun Sanniang played this song, the incense disappeared and the jade died, and she threw herself into the Jin River. No one will be able to play one-tenth of this mourning in future generations."
"Although the "Beauty with White Hair" you played by Li Xiaonan was full of grief, it didn't have the sadness and despair of being abandoned by a lover. The difference is too far."
Feng Feiyun sat in the palace, his voice floated out, like a sage unparalleled in the world sighing for music, and nodded secretly to the young talents present, feeling deeply rational.
"As for your last song "Southern Cicada in the Snow", this is a flute piece, and it's okay for you to play it with ancient xun, but why I didn't hear the cicada, only the sound of the xun, but not the cicada. Ming, what else is this called Nanchan in the Snow Region?" Feng Feiyun sighed in disappointment, shook his head, and said, "The talent of the number one talent in the world is nothing more than that.
Nangong Hongyan walked out slowly, holding the piano onto the cloud platform, looking at the temple across the sky, and said in a clear voice: "It's all talk on paper, as long as people who have read the book for two days, You can say it easily, you are so capable, why don't you give everyone a melody?"
Li Xiaonan stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a leisurely smile: "What Miss Hongyan said is very true. Since Brother Feng is so talented, why not let us all open our eyes?"
In the palace, there was silence for a long time.
Many people laughed and felt that Feng Feiyun was just an empty fallacy, and that the real rhythm was not even comparable to Li Xiaonan's finger.
"Squeak!"
In the distance, a door of the hanging Liuli Palace opened. Feng Feiyun was carrying a big wine jar, and he came out while drinking. : "Since you want to see, then today I will let you see what is the real rhythm."
Feng Feiyun danced wildly on the steps in front of the palace, and with a flash of white light in his hand, one hundred and eight wine bowls fell on the ground, arranged in a circle in nine circles, which coincided with the technique of heaven and earth.
"Crash!"
While drinking, Feng Feiyun poured the wine in the wine jar into the bowl. The speed was extremely fast, like a ghost. He rotated nine times between one hundred and eight wine bowls, and then poured all the wine. into the wine bowl, and the amount of wine in each wine bowl is different.
One hundred and eight wine bowls, the wine in each wine bowl has an average increase, one point is not much, one point is not much, this kind of judgment is simply amazing.
"This is... quqinle, no, the general quqinle has only seven bowls, and those with high rhythm only have 18 bowls, there can't be more, otherwise there are too many tonal changes, and it's impossible to grasp, and It doesn't have such a fast percussion speed," said Xiyue Lanshan.
"It's really a smashing music, but it's different. It's impossible to get a hundred and eight bowls with a smash. Could it be that Feng Feiyun's musical rhythm is so profound?"
Many people who knew the rhythm looked at each other and felt a little incredible.
Nangong Hongyan's brows were slightly wrinkled, and she always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell.
Feng Feiyun stepped on the ground with his feet, and one hundred and eight white jade porcelain bowls flew up, floating in the mid-air under the moon. He held a silver-colored chopstick in his hand and smiled at everyone in the distance: "Today, I will let you know what the real "Feng Xiu" is, walk to Feng Xiu, sit and watch the clouds rise."
Feng Feiyun waved his chopsticks and tapped gently on the side of the bowl, the speed getting faster and faster.
At the same time, Li Xiaonan gave a slight gesture, and the sixteen musicians took off at the same time. They held different musical instruments, each occupying a position, and playing "Feng Rest" at the same time. , 16 people played at the same time, and blocked Feng Feiyun at the same time.
The speed of the chopsticks in Feng Feiyun's hand was getting faster and faster, and the sound was crisp and sweet, and it was as soft as the spring breeze, which gave people physical and mental comfort.
"boom!"
The sixteen music envoys exerted their strength at the same time, and an invisible gust of wind swept over, sweeping the entire sky and blowing away the clouds in the sky.
This is just the power of music, not that they used spiritual power.
The rhythm in Feng Feiyun's hands is also getting faster and faster, the spring breeze has turned into a winter wind, and the body seems to have turned into a shadow, flying directly in the one hundred and eight jade bowls, hitting frantic and high music. , The passion is so strong that everyone present can't help their blood boil, as if thousands of troops rushed over.
"Boom!"
A huge tornado was centered on Feng Feiyun, spread to 108 jade bowls, swept the sky, turned into a stormy dragon, and slammed back into it.
This is a musical image produced after fitting in with the way of heaven, with the ability to destroy the world and destroy the earth.
Why those musicians and Confucians in the ancient times, after reaching a certain level, were able to become spiritually sanctified, and their cultivation was no weaker than that of the Holy Spirit? But still able to become a fairy and become a saint.
"Bam! Boom! Bam..."
All the musical instruments in the hands of the sixteen musicians were cracked, and the silk strings were even broken. The sixteen stunning beauties vomited blood at the same time, flew out, and were injured by the sound of the heavenly energy.
Dou music is sometimes more dangerous than Dou Shenzhi.
"Did you make a mistake, it's so powerful?" Bi Ningshuai's eunuch uniform was bulging, and he didn't know how many things he had stolen. Baoguang appeared from time to time in the gaps in the clothes.
Not only him, but many people present showed disbelief, staring at Feng Feiyun as if looking at a monster. Never had I heard that the son of a demon's rhythm attainment was so terrifying.
Feng Feiyun put away the chopsticks in his hand, drank a bowl of wine, and smiled at the crowd, "I'm not talented, I'm not talented, I'm ugly, I'm ugly."
"What a quick judgment, what a powerful rhythm control ability, every breath can strike one hundred and eight, and the weight is so even, how much familiarity does it take to be able to do this?" Nangong's beautiful eyes were full of smoke, and her fingers gently plucked the strings of the guzheng.
Xue Wu asked: "Sister, can you reach such a level?"
Nangong Hongyan nodded, shook her head again, and said: "If you can concentrate to the extreme and play at the highest level, you should be able to reach this point, but it is not always possible. In the people I know Among them, there is only one person with such high attainments."
"Who?"
"Sister Ye, her rhythm attainments are higher than mine, and in the entire Shenjin Dynasty, no one can surpass her rhythm attainments." Nangong Hongyan's complexion changed, and she said, "Xuewu, go to Baiyun Pavilion. See if Sister Ye is still there?"
"What do you mean by sister?" A smile flashed in Xue Wu's eyes, staring at Feng Feiyun from a distance, and the palace behind Feng Feiyun.
Nangong Hongyan clenched her teeth tightly, staring at the palace behind Feng Feiyun, thinking in her mind, "Could it be, could it be... impossible... impossible..."
Dongfang Jingshui rubbed his eyes, surprised and inexplicable, and said: "Feng Feiyun has such a high level of musical attainments, it's simply incredible, and this level of attainments is definitely above Li Xiaonan."
Dongfang Jingyue frowned deeply, not knowing what she was thinking at the moment
Feng Feiyun's musical performance shocked everyone, everyone was looking forward to the peak match between him and Li Xiaonan, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was very strong.