Chapter five hundred and fifty-eight gathering
Soon, the master and apprentice Zhong Haoqing noticed Qin Chuan's abnormality. They looked at each other. They had read all the six piano scores. Although they didn't understand them very well, there shouldn't be much surprise from the name of the music score. Could it be that Qin Chuan would find any different discoveries?
"You guys come with me."
Qin Chuan finished reading the fourth page page by page, and hurriedly read the fifth and sixth pages. Then he got up and led Li Yi and the other two to the piano room, and sat upright in front of the Great Sage's Little Vocal with a respectful expression.
"Bang"
A sound of qin was heard, as if it was soaring into the sky, and then, a zither song that was completely different from that of Li Yi before was played under Qin Chuan's fingers. The sound of the piano was full of killing spirit. At the tide, even a guy like Li Yi who had no musical cells stood up and his back was cold!
"Lao Qin, what kind of song is this? Your new work?"
At the end of the song, Li Yi noticed that at some point, two old and two young people came in. The one who spoke was one of the slightly fat old men.
"My new work? If I can make such a song, even if I finish playing it now, I will be willing!"
Qin Chuan sighed, got up, picked up the piano score and touched it with love, and then said:
"Sit all, Lao Wang, Lao Liu, Lao Zhong, I ask you, have you heard of "Guangling San"?"
"Guangling San"?
Li Yi raised his eyebrows. Although he had never heard of this piano piece, as one of the top ten famous guqin songs in China, it has been mentioned in many historical materials, so he still knows something.
According to the "Book of Jin", this song was presented to an ancient man when Ji Kang, a famous thinker, musician and writer during the Cao Wei period of the Three Kingdoms, and when he visited Luoxi, there was also a legend of gods and ghosts in "Taiping Guangji", saying that this ancient song was presented to a ghost.
But in fact, according to later historians, the qin song "Guangling San" should have appeared first in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, but it was not called this name at that time, but "Nie Zheng's Assassination of King Han", which tells the story of Nie Zheng, a famous assassin of Qi State during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
But no matter what its origin, this piano piece is famous all over the world because of Ji Kang is a fact that no one will deny it.
"In history, "Guangling San" has been lost several times. The version that is circulating now is compiled based on the "Miracle Secret Book" compiled by Zhu Quan, the son of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Dynasty Taizu, but it is not complete."
Qin Chuan looked at the expressions of everyone and slowly walked out from behind the guqin.
"And this piano score is not only earlier than "The Magical Secret", but also more complete. Therefore, I judge that this is the real "Guangling San"!"
When Li Yi asked about "Guangling San", he guessed that the Song version of the guqin score should have recorded the score of "Guangling San". However, after Qin Chuan confirmed his guess, he was still surprised. He still remembered the name of the guitar score, which should be called "Guangping Ji". He originally thought it was an unknown piano piece, but he didn't expect that it would be a famous song that has long been lost in the legend, the real "Guangling San"!
"Old Qin, where did you get this piano score? The Song Dynasty edition of Shu version records the long-lost "Guangling San", which is priceless!"
The slightly fat old man took the piano score from Qin Chuan and recognized it at a glance that it was a Song-engraved version of Shu. He was so surprised that this thing was so precious.
Qin Chuan glanced at the people who were surprised and shook his head with a wry smile. The more precious this thing is, the more depressed he is, because this thing is not his!
"Okay, Lao Qin, I will discuss this issue later. Li Yi, let me introduce it to you first. This is Wang Bochun, a famous master of calligraphy and painting appraisal in western Sichuan. This is a famous ancient porcelain and miscellaneous expert, Liu Jiuchuan, Liu, these two..."
The old man named Wang Bochun smiled,
"This is my newly accepted disciple He Chong, this is Lao Liu's third disciple Wang Meng, Lao Zhong, what did you do? He actually competed for the apprentice with his husband? The most important thing is that he hasn't won until the end. Is it the kid next to you? He is really that talented?"
Wang Bochun looked at Li Yi up and down, and his eyes showed a very interested look.
"You will know later whether it is a genius or not. What's going on with Brother Mu? It's time to come yet. Can't you come here? Is it so old that I can't walk anymore?"
"Haha, okay, Zhong Haoqing, I finally got it, and I dare to say bad things to me behind my back! I'm not the last one, right? Didn't Lao Huang come yet?"
As soon as Zhong Haoqing finished speaking, a hearty laughter rang out of the door. Then, a strong and red-faced old man strode into the piano room with a beautiful and graceful young girl.
Li Yi's eyes jumped. He had seen this man on TV. He was named Mu Wanyang. He was a veritable appraisal master. He was not weak in calligraphy, painting, ancient porcelain, and miscellaneous items. He was especially good at appraisal of ancient jade, which was the most comprehensive appraisal he knew at the moment.
"Okay, Lao Huang has been here just now, but this guy... No matter he, what we should do, let him regret it!"
Except for Zhong Haoqing and Li Yi, the few who came later didn't know what happened to Lao Huang, so as soon as Qin Chuan finished speaking, Liu Jiuchuan rushed to ask:
"What's going on? Why is Lao Huang back?"
"You guys don't know that that guy wants Qin but doesn't have his life. This time he saw a newly born Jiuxiao Huan Peiqin..."
"What? The newly born Jiuxiao Huan Peiqin? No, how can we not let us see such precious things? Lao Qin, you are not doing this properly. Call him quickly. If you don't come, Qin must send it to us!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked, and Mu Wanyang was even more excited. He was also a master of piano playing. How could he miss such a famous piano that has been around forever?
"What are you going to give? Let's just kill his house and kill him hard and he will be honest!"
Wang Bochun's proposal was quickly recognized by everyone. Qin Chuan glanced at these old friends, shook his head with a smile.
"Okay, just go, wait a moment, I'll let Wuyu drive his business car over and we'll kill him together!"
Qin Chuan went out to arrange a car, and the remaining few old men gathered together to reminisce about the past. Li Yi and He Chong and Wang Meng greeted him. Then the three of them noticed that the girl who followed Mu Wanyang came in to the Great Sage Yiyin piano that Qin Chuan had just used to play. He just glanced at her and her little mouth opened in surprise.
“Master…”
"What's wrong?"
Mu Wanyang turned around and saw his apprentice's surprised expression.
"This piano is the sound of the great sage!"
"The Great Sage's Yiyin? How could this piano be in his hands?"
Except for Master and disciple Zhong Haoqing who knew the truth, the others were shocked when they heard that the Qin was actually the Great Sage's voice. They walked to the Guqin and looked at it carefully. Mu Wanyang sat down without hesitation, hooked his fingers and started playing it on his own!
"What a piano, what a piano! If I read it correctly, this piano should be the missing sacred zither of Guangling Sect. Lao Qin put it here quietly. It seems that he is going to give us a warning!"
"I'm afraid it's not the turn of this piano? I'm afraid I won't talk about the Jiuxiao Huanpeng for now, it's just the piano score that Lao Qin took out just now... You haven't seen it at the last party, right?"
"Piano score? What kind of piano score?"
"You are a little late, I didn't see it. Old Qin just now..."
When Wang Bochun talked about what happened just now, Mu Wanyang screamed in surprise, then glared at him, and put the sound of the Great Sage on the piano table into the piano box without any hesitation.
"Let's go, take this piano, and I'll try that song "Guangling San" later."
"Well, although the old Huang family has many good pianos, there is no such level... Huh? Have you noticed that Lao Zhong's performance seems to be a little wrong today. Why just smile but not speak? It's not like this in normal times..."
"Are there any juniors who can't let go? You guys go downstairs to see if the car is coming, and I can't wait."
Mu Wanyang waved his hand. Usually, they are respected appraisers, so they naturally have to keep their hands tight in front of outsiders. But since they met at a national conference more than 20 years ago, every gathering showed their true nature. Zhong Haoqing is strange!
Upon hearing this, Zhong Haoqing smiled bitterly. If she didn't know the origin of these things, she would definitely be the same as them. But now, what should you tell her to say?
Li Yi and his friends were kicked out of the piano room. When they went downstairs, they realized that the girl was named Mu Yuyu, who was Mu Wanchun's granddaughter and his closed disciple. While learning piano with him, she also learned antique appraisal. She was the same age as Li Yi, but she was already well-known in both playing piano and appraisal and was also a genius.
Half an hour later, Xiwuyu's Buick business car drove into Qinchuan's villa, and the old men also walked downstairs one after another, just looking at Li Yi, as if they saw a monster. There are such powerful people in this world? This is simply incredible!
Seeing everyone gathering, Qin Chuan drove out another seven-seater SUV. Twenty minutes later, everyone came to Huang Ting's residence.
Huang Ting's family was not in the city or in a villa. Instead, they built three homesteads in the rural areas of the nearby mountainous areas and built a large garden together. Although the level of the building is more than the Ma hometown that Li Yi saw in Yanjing, it also has a unique flavor.
"This society, alas, I rushed to get urban household registration decades ago, but now everyone wants rural household registration. Old Huang is still good. Look, if you really buy land by yourself, how much does it cost to be like such a big land? And the most important thing is that you can't buy it even if you have money!"
As soon as he got off the car, Mu Wanyang said enviously. After seeing the Huang Ting family's house, he also wanted to build one in the local area, but in the end he failed to complete it for various reasons, so he was a little moved.
"Then you don't have money! If you have money, the developers who develop villas can help you with everything!"
Wang Bochun waved his hand,
"If that Jiuxiao Huan Peiqin belongs to me, I will sell it and build a big manor, and I will envy you so much!"
"Haha, hehe, let me tell you, this thing is the same as buying a lottery ticket. The more I want to buy it, the more I won't buy it. Isn't it, Xiao Li?"
Huang Ting smiled bitterly and welcomed everyone into the house. With them there, it seemed that he would not be able to play the piano today.
Everyone surrounded Jiuxiao Huanpei for a while, and Liu Jiuchuan suddenly said:
"With us old guys, these little guys don't even dare to say anything. I think this is better. Let them go around the city to see what they can buy, and then review them together tomorrow. What do you think?"
"Huh? This is a good idea."
Wang Bochun nodded. They gathered every five years. The disciples brought by the previous party were relatively old and knew each other. Unlike this time, they brought little guys under 30 years old. They were originally unfamiliar with them, and in this environment, they didn't even have room for interruption.
Seeing that everyone agreed, Qin Chuan called Xi Wuyu and explained a few words. Then Li Yi and the other five got on Xi Wuyu's business car and headed straight for the city.
In the car, after Xi Wuyu solicited everyone's opinions, he drove the car to Chang'an Antique City, located in the middle of Zhuque Street. This antique city was built at the end of the last century and covers an area of more than 6,000 square meters. There are more than 400 fixed cultural relics stores. There are more than 300 stalls in the middle of the store aisle, which is more than twice the size of the Xiaodongmen Market.
"Huh? Why do I hear people say that Xiaodongmen is the largest antique market in Chang'an, but it is obviously much bigger here than there."
Li Yi was a little confused. He had checked the information before. In the forum, many people said that Xiaodongmen market was the largest, and they didn’t even mention Chang'an Antique City at all. What’s going on?
"Haha, these are the word games played by the market managers, Xiaodongmen and Eight Immortals Palace, and their history is much longer than the antique city. So some people divide the antique market in Chang'an into two types. Xiaodongmen is the largest in the old and old. The antique city is the largest in all antique markets."
"Oh, by the way, Brother Xi, I heard that the authentic product ratio of Antique City is as high as 5% to 8%. Is that true?"
"Haha, Xiaodongmen also said 10%! If you buy this thing, the real rate is 100%. If you buy it, you can buy it for fake ones... So it's all intimidating. Think about it, there are more than 700 street stalls, and each one doesn't say too much, there are always 200 items, right? What is 5%? Where can I find so many real people to go?"
He Chong nodded, and at the same time he was a little worried. He had just been studying for appraisal for five years, and the market was so big and there were so many things. It was difficult to buy an authentic product. More importantly, there were a few peers around him. If he was beaten up and not to mention his shame, his master's face would be lost.
In fact, it’s not just him. Except for Li Yi, the others were all excited and a little nervous. This is no better than usual shopping in the market. If you are not careful, you will lose your reputation. Therefore, you must be cautious when taking action later!
Chapter completed!