Chapter 2371
Long Xiaoshan finished playing it once.
After a brief recollection, he started to play it for the second time.
The first time, I just performed the memory in my mind with the sound of the piano. I was not very proficient, so I couldn't bring out one-tenth of the artistic conception of the music, but it was still moving enough.
Long Xiaoshan played it for the second time.
The artistic conception of the spring river at night is even more far-reaching. In the sound of the piano, everyone seems to see the breeze blowing on the river, the flowers and plants swaying, and the reflections in the water, layer by layer, in a trance...
Finished playing the second time.
The luthiers were extremely excited.
"Little brother, what kind of music is this? How come I have never heard it before? With such a famous piece of music, am I, Liao Ai, so ignorant?"
"Yes, I have never heard such beautiful music, no less than that of "Ambush from Flying Daggers"."
"I have been practicing piano for decades, but I feel so ignorant."
The violinists heard two masterpieces from Long Xiaoshan.
And they have never heard of it, no wonder it caused such a sensation. They are people who love the piano and have heard music all over the world. To say that they have never heard of such a masterpiece is so rare.
But, this is true.
No one present heard it.
Long Xiaoshan said: "This song is "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", and I accidentally got it from ancient qin music."
"Great song, great song, "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", this song is so beautiful. Little brother, can you sell me the score? No matter how much it is, I am willing to give it all." A violinist looked enthusiastically.
"I also want the music score, little brother, I don't know if I can pass it on."
"Brother, please make a price."
Many piano players looked eagerly at Long Xiaoshan.
"What are you talking about?" Wen Qingcheng said coldly: "Can this kind of piano music be measured by money?"
Even Zhu Xun frowned: "Everyone, I'm afraid this is a little too much."
When all the piano players heard the sound, their faces became hot.
In fact, they also know that this is a bit difficult to do. It is normal for everyone to exchange ordinary famous songs, but one can imagine how precious this unique famous song has never been.
Just like the "Guangling San" played by the piano last night.
To the luthier, this is a priceless treasure. Could it be that they also asked the lute master for the score of "Guangling San"
Long Xiaoshan smiled faintly: "Don't worry, everyone, I will write down the music score later. If you get it, you should promote it and let these famous songs be sung all over the world."
"What!"
Everyone was extremely shocked and looked at Long Xiaoshan in disbelief: "You are willing to pass it on to us."
"Of course." Long Xiaoshan looked calm.
"Long Xiaoshan." Wen Qingcheng grabbed his hand with some excitement: "You are crazy. Do you know how rare these famous songs are? You don't understand rarity."
Long Xiaoshan smiled and said: "It is precisely because I understand how rare they are that I can't treasure them for myself and let them rot in my stomach. The famous songs should be remembered forever. I didn't do them. I just borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha for all those who love the piano to taste." Their value is truly brought out through dissemination.”
All the piano players couldn't help but stand in awe.
In fact, when Long Xiaoshan played two masterpieces in succession just now, they were a little jealous and even looked down upon. They thought that Long Xiaoshan was not worthy of such famous music, because Long Xiaoshan's piano skills did not reach the master level, but only limited to technical skills. Mostly.
He is far from a truly top-notch violinist like Qinlu.
Therefore, when playing "Guangling San" on the qin rhythm, no one will think that he is unworthy, only with a heart of reverence and worship.
But what Long Xiaoshan said just now made them feel ashamed.
An old piano player stood up and bowed solemnly towards Long Xiaoshan: "The sentiment of the young gentleman is really admirable. I am so jealous of the young gentleman just now. I am really ashamed. Please accept my bow."
Long Xiaoshan stretched out his hand to support him: "Old man, you are serious."
"I am so shallow that I don't know the noble gentleman's integrity. I am ashamed, I am ashamed. Please accept my bow." All the piano masters around him also followed suit and even their titles changed.
Wen Qingcheng looked at this scene with unclear eyes, a little shocked, a little doubtful, and a feeling of uncertainty that he couldn't explain.
Is this the Long Xiaoshan she knows
In her heart, Long Xiaoshan is a cunning, ambitious, and self-centered man.
But Long Xiaoshan was actually willing to take it out for free. The words he said actually touched her heart, making her feel inexplicably moved. She even looked at Long Xiaoshan less hatefully.
"Everyone, please stop being polite to each other. I want to practice this song again." Long Xiaoshan said.
"Young sir, please."
All the qin masters are quite respectful. Although Long Xiaoshan's qin skills are not outstanding in their eyes, Long Xiaoshan has won their respect. Just because Long Xiaoshan is willing to play the lost masterpieces for free is a great show of his qin skills. contribute.
Not comparable to them.
Long Xiaoshan continued to play "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" three times, four times, five times. Long Xiaoshan's playing gradually became perfect, expressing the meaning of "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" vividly.
In terms of technique, Long Xiaoshan is indeed becoming more and more impeccable.
Played it a dozen times.
Long Xiaoshan believes that he has already reached his current limit.
Going up further will require a breakthrough in Qin Dao. Even if he is a genius, he cannot achieve it in a short time. Otherwise, how can he be worthy of those who have been immersed in Qin Dao for decades.
"Still can't rouse it?"
Long Xiaoshan raised his head and looked at the Fenghua Guqin in the hand of Qinjun's statue. He had already played two famous songs, "Ambush from Flying Daggers" and "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", but could not arouse Fenghua.
It seems that the rumors are not exaggerated at all. This piano is so difficult to play that no one has been able to do it for hundreds of years.
Long Xiaoshan exhaled slowly.
Since two songs are not enough, let's play another one. The library in his mind is more than just two songs. It is a collection of the essence of China for thousands of years.
Ding!
Long Xiaoshan plucked the strings, and the third melody flowed out of his hands. The large number of luthiers gathered around him were shocked. Although it was just the beginning of the melody, it touched their heartstrings.
Could it be...another masterpiece is about to appear.
The crowd was almost going crazy.
impossible.
Long Xiaoshan has already played two lost masterpieces. Even if one person has the opportunity to play two of them, it is extremely rare. How can he play a third one
However, the sad sound of the piano came Xiaoxiao.
"Eighteen Beats of Hujia", one of China's top ten famous songs, was composed by the legendary talented woman Cai Wenji.
A melancholic song "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" seems to show the sadness and resentment of Ion. The word "sad" runs through the whole song. After playing it, many people cried bitterly on the spot.
In Wangtian City, there are mostly "others" who have lived here, and are regarded as degenerate people by the mainstream cultivation world. Many of them are despised and expelled by their families, and are bullied and trampled by the practitioners.
Many people have homes that they cannot return to, and "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" has entered their hearts.
(End of chapter)