Update time: 2013-09-12
Ding Hao subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly thought of something, which just proved it. He thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Fairy Li, please lend me the Xianqin."
A hint of surprise appeared on Li Wushuang's calm face. He raised his guqin with both hands and said, "The name of this qin is one of my three treasures. Please use it, Senior Brother Ding."
Ding Hao thanked him, sat down on the floor, placed the guqin in front of him, observed it carefully, and couldn't help but feel a burst of admiration in his heart.
This ancient Qin belongs to the Lingji style among the fourteen styles of Guqin. It is about three feet, six inches and a half long, symbolizing the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year. It is about six inches wide and two inches thick. The whole body is like jade, showing The color is green, but when you look carefully, you can see that there is a hint of silvery white in the green, like gelatin. When you touch the body of the piano with your hand, it has a slightly warm feeling. The strings are thin silver lines, seven in total, divided into palace, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu and Wu Erxian are generally shaped like a phoenix.
The name of the piano has a subtle meaning of independence from the world.
Ding Hao thought for a moment, then stroked the strings with his fingers, and a quiet sound flowed from his fingertips.
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"What nonsense!"
On the distant viewing platform, a beautiful middle-aged woman in a goose-yellow palace dress who was judging the competition shook her head slightly when she saw this. She did not expect that Li Wushuang would make such a request on the spur of the moment.
To be honest, she didn't think Ding Hao could play any good music.
It is true that Ding Hao is a genius, but first of all he is a human being, and human energy is always limited. The level of evil that Ding Hao shows in martial arts and inscriptions determines that he will not have much time to learn other things.
Geniuses are not all-rounders after all.
Even gods cannot be omnipotent.
On the stage, when the first ray of piano music reached his ears, Li Wushuang also frowned.
Li Wushuang has been learning the piano since he was a child. He has an extremely outstanding talent in music, especially the guqin. He is considered to be the first genius in a century. He has been painstakingly cultivated and has high hopes. Although he is only 28 years old now, he can be said to be a genius. A master of piano music, when he first heard Ding Hao playing the music, he was slightly startled, and then a little disappointed.
As the saying goes, 'As soon as the expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not'.
The tone of Ding Hao's playing was impure and a little dry, his fingering was scattered, and his basic skills were extremely immature. He was not as proficient as a registered disciple who had just started playing the guqin for more than ten days. It showed that he did not have much attainment in the guqin field, which gave Li Wushuang a sense of impression.
"Are the rumors wrong, that the song was not written by Ding Hao? I have listened to that song a hundred times in a row. The meaning contained in it cannot be composed by anyone other than the melodies. The melodies and melodies are all connected by analogy. Even if Ding Hao is not good at the guqin, he will not be so bad..." Li Wushuang thought to himself.
She came from a small sect, but her ambitions were extremely high. Disappointed, she suddenly felt that her treasured piano fell into the hands of Ding Hao, which was really a secret.
At that moment, Li Wushuang's expression changed and he was about to interrupt Ding Hao's performance...
But at this moment, the sound in her ears suddenly changed, and a string of indescribable timbre flowed out from the strings of the guqin, making her heart tremble slightly...
"Huh? Why has it suddenly changed..." Li Wushuang couldn't help but let out a sigh, and was tempted to listen again.
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Ding Hao gradually became immersed in the artistic conception of this piece of music.
At this time, he suddenly felt that it was a blessing to be forced by his parents to study various interest classes in his previous life.
My parents, who originally hoped that their son would become a successful child, were rushed to the doctor because of their illness. They enrolled themselves in many extracurricular musical instrument classes. The erhu was one of them, and the guqin was also involved. The guqin teacher at that time forced Ding Hao to practice ancient Chinese music over and over again. The top ten famous Guqin songs, this one is one of them...
Familiar memories came to mind.
At first, Ding Hao's fingers were a little raw.
After fifteen or six breaths, I finally found some feelings. Just like the last performance, the powerful spiritual consciousness, terrifying understanding and perverted seventh sense I cultivated played an incredible role. By the time this performance reached about At one tenth of the time, Ding Hao was completely in the zone.
I am becoming more and more proficient in using fingering techniques...
The sound is getting clearer and clearer...
It is one of the top ten famous guqin songs in ancient China and has been passed down through the ages. It expresses the contentment of fishermen and woodcutter among the green mountains and green waters. Someone once commented: "The ancient and modern times are rising and falling, but the green mountains and green waters remain intact. "Thousands of years of gains and losses are just a matter of words for the fishermen and woodcutters." The song has profound meaning and a free and easy expression, while the majestic mountains, the ocean of water, the tinkling of the axe, and the sound of the oar are faintly visible under the finger.
Ding Hao chose this song because the meaning in the song is most consistent with the name of the guqin and is very similar to Li Wushuang's independent temperament. Of course, there is also the most important reason. Among the top ten famous guqin songs , this song was once the most familiar song he practiced.
Before I knew it, a vision appeared.
The sound of the piano flows, and a green mist of light gradually emerges from the piano.
Ding Hao's entire body was shrouded in this green mist, and he gradually disappeared.
Visible to the naked eye, green ripples surged up in the air, like a pool of autumn water ruffled by a powerful force. They continued continuously and spread out in all directions, drowning everyone around the arena like a tide.
Li Wushuang was completely sluggish at this time.
Her wonderful eyes emitted strange colors, staring at Ding Hao's hands stroking the strings.
I don’t know when, a mysterious power began to appear in the sound of Ding Hao’s piano, like a slight drizzle, moistening things silently, making people feel shaken. Involuntarily, the warriors around the ring were slightly stronger. People are slightly aware of it and have to use their skills to resist the mind-rending and terrifying power in the music. People with weaker strength are completely trapped in it, with a look of addiction on their faces, and they unknowingly relax. He opened the hand holding the weapon, his face was calm, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth...
"A new musical combat technique..." Li Wushuang bit her delicate red lips tightly.
In her previous competition with Ding Hao, she played Zhenzong's unique music. It was a famous piece deduced by dozens of melodies masters over a hundred years. It had far-reaching meaning and was recognized by the entire Selangor, but it was different from what Ding Hao played in front of her. In comparison, this song seems to be far inferior...
On the viewing platform in the distance.
"How... is this possible? Is there really an all-rounder in this world?"
The beautiful middle-aged woman from the city couldn't help but slapped the case, and her whole body was shaking with excitement.
If Ding Hao hadn't finished playing, she would have flown over immediately, held Ding Hao's hand and asked about the origin of this piece. Although she already knew that Ding Hao would give this piece to Li Wushuang, she was still worried about what would happen if Ding Hao finished playing. What to do if you change your mind...
The middle-aged beautiful woman couldn't even remember how long it had been since she became one of the most prominent people in her generation, and how long it had been since she had been so uneasy and calm...
"It would be great if Ding Hao were my disciple..."
The middle-aged beautiful woman suddenly felt a deep regret.
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"Ding… "
When the last note fell, Ding Hao let out a long breath.
The body of the guqin once again experienced strange changes. Suddenly, a green beam of light shot into the sky. The seven strings automatically produced harmonies. The body of the guqin buzzed and vibrated, as if it was alive. A ball of emerald-colored flames erupted from the body of the guqin. The flow overflowed, surrounding Ding Hao for a long time, spinning around nine times, and then slowly returned to the body of the piano...
"That's... Qin Ling... Qin's Qin Ling is resurrected?"
Seeing this scene, Li Wushuang felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his delicate body was shaking. The beautiful middle-aged woman on the viewing platform in the distance could no longer bear it. She came to the ring in a flash and pressed her hand on the guqin. After feeling for a moment, he couldn't help but shed tears, and bowed directly to Ding Hao: "Young Master is so kind, I will never forget it..."
Ding Hao was startled and quickly stood up to return the favor.
He was confused.
How is this going? It’s just a piece of music, and my performance has not reached a master level. During the playing process, in order to prove the melodic combat skills I learned from Li Wushuang’s previous music, there were even obvious mistakes in a few places. mistakes...
"Young Master Ding, you don't know something. The guqin was the treasure of my clan. It had a glorious history with our sect. Thousands of years ago, in the land of Snow State, I was no worse than today's Qingping Academy. Unfortunately, several times In the disaster, three treasures, including the guqin, were severely damaged. The spirit of the weapon was wiped out, its power was greatly reduced, and it gradually declined... I didn't expect that today, Mr. Ding, you can actually revive the spirit of the guqin... This... Such kindness, I really feel sorry for it. Nothing to repay…”
Li Wushuang could no longer maintain her usual aloof and iceberg beauty-like temperament. She was so excited that she couldn't restrain herself. Even Ding Hao's title changed.
Ding Hao suddenly realized.
There is such a thing.
It was only at this time that everyone around the arena slowly woke up from the strange sound of the piano.
Everyone felt extremely peaceful, as if they had undergone a baptism of souls. The hostility accumulated by some casual warriors who had been fighting on the line of life and death all day long were washed away by this song, and their moods became much more refined without realizing it. The bottleneck of cultivation that troubles me shows signs of loosening...
A guqin song, so wonderful!
Ding Hao is so talented and truly amazing!
"Master Ding, this one is my guest elder token. With this order, you can come in and out at will, and you can also dispatch my earthly disciples..." The beautiful middle-aged woman took out a fish-shaped jade token from the storage space. .
"This..." Ding Hao hesitated slightly.
"Junior Brother Ding, accept it. Disciples of the sect can serve as guest elders of other sects. There are no restrictions in this regard." Tang Folei came over from the viewing platform and said with a smile. He was the judge on behalf of the Wenjian Sect. And the strong one who bears witness. In fact, the giant of the Wenjian Sect was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. He did not expect that Ding Hao actually had the ability to resurrect the spirit of a treasure weapon...
In this way, he will inevitably be pulled into the Wenjian Sect's camp.
Ding Hao, deputy general!
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Sweat, yesterday afternoon when I was taking a shower, a yellow wind suddenly filled the sky, and then the power went out... I didn't get a call until this afternoon. Dao Zi rushed to finish the manuscript. It is said that when the sandstorm started, a colored steel house was blown up, destroying the nearby area. The high-voltage electric transformer was blown apart...
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