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"It is said that Miss Xue Ji was born with a face that is full of the country, and I can see it today. It is three points more beautiful than the legend!"
Liao Fan looked at Xue Nu’s ecstatic eyes, and his heart seemed to stop for three seconds. This story was originally Xue Nu recalling her past eleven years ago. She is only fourteen or five years old now. She is one head shorter than Liao Fan. Born so charming!
But after all, there are beauties like Chen Yan and Ruan Ling beside him. The most important thing is that he has seen Xuenuo in anime before, but now he wakes up quickly.
Seeing that Liao Fan was awake from her beauty so quickly, Xue Nu couldn't help but flash in her eyes, her mouth curled up slightly, "Your Excellency is laughing, Xue Ji is just a mere dancer, no matter how beautiful the skin is. There is no good-minded man who can say that sentence."
"'Rhythm does not distinguish between high and low.' I don't know where did you realize this truth?"
At this time, there was another cold word in the pavilion. Liao Fan looked to the left. The visitor was a man, slightly taller than him, wearing a wide white right-handed robe, with black gold silk patterns on the inside of his sleeves. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her right hand, as white as green, was holding a three-foot long sword.
But he did not have the murderous spirit of a swordsman. On the contrary, his handsome face, white jade skin, a touch of bangs on the left side, and the unrestrained overcoat set him off to be gentle and elegant, and the scholarly scholarship of both scholars. There is also the loneliness of the swordsman.
Gao Jianli, the first luthier in the country of Yan!
Liao Fan smiled, "Although the people are superficial, they also have emotions. They also hum when they cry and sing when they laugh. Even if they hum out of tune, can we say that this is not a rhythm
On the contrary, that is the real rhythm, because with the true temperament of the people, he blindly pursues the gorgeousness of the rhythm, but exposes the hollowness of the feelings. I feel that it is not as good as the people’s humming, because it can bring the people all over the world. The rhythm of joy is the real rhythm! "
"Rhythm that can bring joy to the people is the real rhythm..." Gao Jianli silently repeated Liao Fan's last words, a glint flashed in his eyes, and immediately looked at Liao Fan and said coldly: "Yan Guo, Gao Jianli ."
"Liao Fan."
Liao Fan was overjoyed, and finally blinded him with a few theories of the music master. Although Gao Jianli did not make any expressions, he was originally a facial paralysis in the anime, and he always looked cold, allowing him to report Even if the person with the name is his friend, since he has become a friend, why can't he learn the sword trick
Although Feixuege had already set Gao Jianli's cooperation with Xuenv, Liao Fan's big remarks really shocked them, and Xuenv suggested that Liao Fan and Gao Jianli should have a trial. Whoever wins will use whoever wins.
Feixue Pavilion, inside the rhythm hall.
Xue Nv sat in the center, while Gao Jianli and Liao Fan were separated from each other, each with a stringed piano in front of the table. "The song "Yang Chun" by Brother Gao has already been played, and it really matched the little girl's "Bai Xue" perfectly. , I don’t know which song, Brother Liao, are you going to play again?"
Liao Fancan smiled, "Miss Xue Ji, it's true that I don't know how to play the piano."
"Oh?"
Xue Nu's small mouth turned into a small circle, but there was no surprise in her eyes, as if she had known it a long time ago.
Liao Fan did not pretend, "I am indeed a nomad from the mountain village, and I don’t know how to play the piano, but in order to be able to see the young lady, I had to use the excuse of'competitive luthier' as a prevarication. In fact, I came here this time to give Miss danced and hummed a song."
Gao Jianli glanced at Liao Fan.
The corner of Liao Fan's mouth curled. In order to gain the favor of Gao Jianli, he borrowed the theory of the present musician. Now, if he wants to gain the favor of Xue Nu, he must show his true talents. Xue Nu loves talents, although he does not know how to play the piano. , But singing is OK.
Xue Nu turned her head slightly and pointed at Liao Fan from the corner of her eyes. She seemed to think that his phrase "To be able to see the young lady" was a bit bold and bold, "There, Brother Liao, let's start!"
Liao Fan nodded, then stood up, closed his eyes, thinking of the song decades ago, clenched his right hand, nodded between his eyebrows, and started stomping his legs in the hall.
Seeing that Liao Fan opened the scene so mysteriously, Xue Nu couldn't help but curl her eyes and became interested.
Liao Fan took a deep breath and put on the appearance of Jay Chou. After thinking about it, only Jay Chou’s "Blue and White Porcelain" has the highest sung rating among songs that conformed to the ancient style decades ago. With the drifting dancing posture and temperament, as soon as the silver voice opened, he sang:
"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white, and the sharpness of the brush fades. The peony depicted on the bottle body is just like your first makeup. Ran the sandalwood through the window, and I know what's going on...
The sky is waiting for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you, and the smoke is curling up across the river for thousands of miles. In the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty, just as I am foreshadowing to meet you..."
Except for the physical training class, Liao Fan learned well in other classes, and he was naturally not bad in terms of literature and art. At this time, when he sang, he actually sang that kind of simple and cool charm.
Xue Nu and Gao Jianli both frowned slightly at first, but nowadays, the rhythm of the way of singing is not in the elegant hall, most of them are performing on the street, but when Liao Fan sings to the climax, he closes his eyes and immerses himself in the long run. The appearance of the rhythm, matched with the rhyme of "Blue and White Porcelain", instantly moved the two of them.
Gao Jianli stared at Liao Fan closely. As a climax descended, he closed his eyes, stroked his hands, and played the prelude to "Blue and White Porcelain". Liao Fan opened his eyes slightly and then faded. With a smile, continue to sing the next paragraph.
With the accompaniment, Liao Fan’s singing is even more moving, like a knife directly inserted into the extension of your soul, infecting you deadly, "The sky is waiting for smoke, rain and I am waiting for you, the moonlight is salvaged and dizzy. The ending, like the blue and white porcelain handed down to the world, is self-conscious and beautiful, with a smile in your eyes..."
As soon as the song ended, Xue Nu was still immersed in the rhyme, her eyes blurred, as if she was stuck in a knot, she couldn't get out of her own mind. Gao Jianli also pressed her hands gently, but her eyes were delayed, she seemed to be afraid of it. Open it, and the mysterious rhythm will disappear from his mind.
The rain outside the banana curtain is screaming, and the blue and white porcelain looks old.
It is not unreasonable that "Blue and White Porcelain" could spread all over the country before the cataclysm. Both are masters in rhythm, and they can naturally taste the charm of this word.
For a long time, Xue Nu drilled out of her recollection, and her eyes were glittering, "Although the rhythm of this song is lyric, it is not vulgar. On the contrary, its rhyme is quite simple and elegant, and its style is smart. Brother Liao is really a god and man, able to compose such a stunning song."
Gao Jianli saw Xuenu looking at Liao Fan, his eyes filled with appreciation, and his eyes darkened, but the lyricism of this piece is really rare and really convinced him, "What's its name?"
""Blue and White Porcelain", a very beautiful object."
Xue Nu nodded, "My "Bai Xue" is a bit cold, and Brother Gao's "Yang Chun" is just opposite to me. It is perfect, but Brother Liao's "Blue and White Porcelain" is really novel and accustomed to previous performances. Look at the visitors, you will be impressed by this kind of performance, Brother Gao, look..."
"I have no objection. Brother Liao's song is really touching. It is much better than my "Yang Chun". If Brother Liao doesn't mind, let me caress this song."
Liao Fan smiled, nodded in agreement, and then slapped a prosecutor to plead guilty. After all, he robbed Gao Jianli of the limelight. He still wanted to ask Gao Jianli for swordsmanship!
It was night, when everyone dispersed, Liao Fan walked out of the pavilion. He really slept in the ancient bed. He had nothing to do, so he walked into the courtyard and began to exercise.
For a long time, Liao Fan frowned slightly, but quickly unzipped, "You are here."
Behind the tree, a white shadow flashed and appeared in front of Liao Fan, "Do you know I'm coming?"
"You can see that you care about her."
Liao Fan got up and patted the ash on his hands. This person was Gao Jianli. He had a sword in his hand and his face was cold.
"Are you afraid that I will kill you?"
Liao Fan shook his head and smiled brightly, "We are friends, aren't we?"
Gao Jianli's gaze gathered without any reaction. After a few breaths, he put his sword horizontally in front of both of them, "Come on, I will suppress my strength to the same level as you!"
"Liao Fan! Be careful, this person has at least the strength of the county and city-level mid-level, his breathing, as if integrated with the sword, he must be a master of swordsmanship!"
Liao Fan comforted Ruan Ling in his heart, but he was overjoyed. He hadn't figured out how to leave to learn swordsmanship with Gao Jian, but now, he actually sent it to the door by himself. It was really early, not as coincidental!
Immediately, Liao Fan broke off a wicker from the willow tree and said with a smile: "I don't have a sword, just use this instead."
Gao Jian squinted away from his gaze and let out a startled sound, but he had already drawn his sword and came to Liao Fan's eyes.
So fast!
Liao Fan was shocked and hurriedly stepped back. Although Gao Jianli suppressed his strength to a normal level, his speed of one hundred meters and five seconds was displayed so quickly by his same mysterious footwork.
Huh!
The cold light flashed, and the wicker flew in response. A cold blade pointed right in front of Liao Fan’s neck. Liao Fan did not have a trace of fear. On the contrary, he kept thinking about the charm of the sword just now, his original memory. It is very strong, integrating the system, fusing the system, and improving his comprehension. After thinking for a while, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the wicker now and laughed, "Okay! Come again!"
Huh! Huh! Bang!
This time it was three moves. Liao Fan was defeated again. However, he was not angry at all. Instead, he appeared extremely excited, "Come again!"
This time it is seven tricks.
Twelve strokes.
Thirty-two strokes.
Fifty-six strokes.
…
Liao Fan is like a tireless young eagle. Under Gao Jianli’s “training”, he became stronger at lightning speed. In just one stick of incense, he has gone from a swordsmanship idiot to an ordinary eagle. The ranks of masters, and are still getting stronger.
Gao Jianli was also expressionless, although he did not despise Liao Fan because he was a swordsman idiot, but he shook his head in his heart. His swordsmanship is known for his eagerness, and Liao Fan couldn't keep up with his speed.
However, after a few rounds, a storm surged in his heart. This Liao Fan, with a shocking learning speed, was constantly imitating his sword moves against himself, but at the same time, he was still making slight adjustments. His own swordsmanship has become his swordsmanship, it is truly an infinite genius!
In this way, the two people, one surprised and the other excited, fought wildly under the silver moonlight.
Not far away, on a building, Xue Nv's dress was fluttering, like an arrogant winter plum, faintly looking at the two men fighting for her.