"Who dares not? Since you said you can, then I will order a piece of music. If you claim to know it, then you must have played the top ten famous songs. Then let's play "Guangling San" by Ji Kang."

Humph, I don’t believe he knows how to play this famous large-scale guqin piece. It’s quite difficult. Those who are just starting out and can play the strings a few times will definitely not be able to play it.

She thought that Jun Tianyao had at most dabbled in a few things and knew one or two simple songs, just to be considered a cultural person.

If you really ask him to play something difficult, he will immediately show his true colors. Let’s see how he can keep pretending.

"It seems that you know a lot about "Guangling San", but I underestimated you." Jun Tianyao remained calm.

Shu Lan raised her eyebrows proudly: "Why, are you going to back down? If you can't play in tune, even if you remember the music score, you have lost."

"Mr. Zhao, please bring your piano." Jun Tianyao turned to Grandpa Zhao and spoke.

Grandpa Zhao's eyes lit up and he was looking forward to it. He wondered if this young man could really do it. If he really could, he would be really extraordinary. For modern people, it is relatively easy to master the last three of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Guqin is as profound as Guqin.

Not many people understand the cultural connotations.

Grandpa Zhao moved the guqin out of the old wooden box very carefully.

Even Mr. Ila became interested and ran over to take a look.

I opened the soft dust-proof satin cloth, and a pair of guqin with simple wood and beautiful shape appeared in front of me. It has a sunset-style body, seven strings, and a delicate and elegant head. It is hung with a black silk ribbon and a broken

The pattern is very obvious, and it can be seen that it has a certain age.

Shu Lan thought the piano looked elegant and noble, but if she was asked to tell her what it was good about, she wouldn't understand it at all.

Jun Tianyao, on the other hand, stroked the body of the guqin and gently turned over the back of the guqin. His eyes fell on the dragon pond and phoenix marsh of the guqin. From here, you can see the material of the guqin. He couldn't help but praise: "What a good qin. The material of the guqin is made of tung tree."

"The Book of Songs" says: 'The chair is made of tung and jasper, and the hand is cut with the harp and mulberry'."

Shu Lan was dumbfounded and couldn't understand what he was saying at all. She just felt a sense of profound connotation from a cultural person coming to her face.

Damn it, this pervert doesn't really understand. He speaks so eloquently and can actually read poetry.

Shu Lan gradually felt something bad.

After a tinkling sound, I plucked it lightly with my fingertips and tried the tone for the first time. I heard the sound of the piano becoming clearer and clearer, which was very pleasant to the ear.

"Girl, burn incense for your boyfriend quickly. In such a prosperous age, you must have thorough etiquette to be worthy of the sound of the piano and the player." Grandpa Zhao happily gave her an incense burner and asked her to light it.

Jun Tianyao looked at Shu Lan with a sly smile. Shu Lan had a feeling that she was going to die. She felt that she had completely jumped into Jun Tianyao's trap.

I suddenly felt depressed.

But when Jun Tianyao actually sat down, plucked the strings, and played "Guangling San", her unhappiness was immediately dispelled by the sound of the piano.

She doesn't know whether she plays well or not, and whether her skill level is high or not, she just thinks it sounds good.

The melody is impassioned and soul-stirring. As I listen to it, I feel like the tragic scenes of fighting and fighting in ancient costume movies appear in my mind, which is shocking and makes my blood boil.

Shu Lan watched him concentrate on playing. His arrogant face and firm eyes were really like those proud and beautiful men in ancient times. It was so special that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Chapter completed!