Xie Fu smiled and said: "Master Wei, what will happen if you lose?"
Xie Fu didn't ask first how to compete, but directly asked Wei Wu what to do if he lost. He was obviously very confident in himself.
Wei Wushi smiled and said: "If I lose, I will never lay a finger on Xuannv of Xuanzong from now on. Even if she kills all my disciples of the Earth Sect, I will turn a blind eye. I wonder if Young Master Xie is satisfied with this condition?"
Xie Fu said loudly: "Okay! It's a deal!"
Wei Wu said: "What if Mr. Xie loses?"
Xie Fu burst out laughing: "I present the head to you with my own hands!"
"No, I want to kill her, Mr. Xie can't stop me."
Although Xie Fu was full of confidence in himself, this condition made him hesitant and difficult to agree.
Zhang Lingluo responded to Xie Fu: "Uncle Fu, promise him!"
"Master Wei, can't you risk my life?"
This sentence made Zhang Lingluo's eyes turn red and she shed tears. You are just my Uncle Fu. Why would you trade your life for mine...
Wei Wushi smiled and shook his head: "Master Xie, you have no choice."
Xie Fu nodded in agreement.
After discussing the terms, Wei Wushi turned to the topic and said, "But can Mr. Xie ever play the piece "The River Runs Turbulently"?"
"The first long song in ancient times?"
"Exactly!"
"The River Runs Turbulently" is the longest song in ancient times, with no end in sight.
What is meant by being endless is because the music starts from the second time and changes from the first tone, then changes again the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...it changes to infinity.
Although the last few times of endless superposition can be calculated, a lifetime is not enough to finish it.
Even if you play it all night, it is less than one ten thousandth of it, so it is called the first long song in ancient times.
It is said that this song originated from Dayu's flood control, and the name of Changqu also fits the endless flow of rivers.
"Thank you, Mr. Sir, no one has played this song with me in my life. I wonder if you can fulfill my wish tonight?"
Xie Fu smiled bitterly and said, "It's a pity that I can't play this piece of music."
Wei Wu was curious: "Why?"
Xie Fu said: "I can't play the flute."
Wei Wushi blurted out: "Impossible!"
Then he became thoughtful, and after a while he slowly said: "I don't know what Mr. Xie's situation is, but I can perform it for Mr. Xie first."
Xie Fu raised his hand: "Please."
Wei Wushi immediately took out his flute and played it, but there was no sound of the flute. The waves, which sounded like thunder and kept crashing on the shore, receded slowly, and the sound of the waves became melodious and gentle, just like the sound of a heavenly flute...
An idea flashed in Xie Fu's mind and he blurted out: "That's it!"
Wei Wu stopped and asked, "Master Xie, do you understand?"
Xie Fu responded: "With the heaven and earth as flutes, and the sounds of all things as holes, no wonder I couldn't play this music before."
Wei Wushi, who did not write ink, threw the flute in his hand towards Mr. Xie and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Xie can use this flute smoothly?"
When Fu Xie took it into his hands, he felt that the flute was much heavier than ordinary bamboo flutes, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bone flute.
Bone flutes have a history of five to six thousand years, and most of those that remain in the world have become relics. Bone flutes are mostly made of the hardest bird limb bones, with five to eight holes depending on the era. However, this bone flute has
It's a six-hole flute.
The tone of the bone flute is roughly the same as it is now, but the playing method is slightly different. Those who have never played the bone flute will still need some time to study and become familiar with it.
Xie Fu did not explain much and asked: "I use this flute, what does Mr. Wei use?"
"Since it was my suggestion, I am the host and Mr. Xie is the guest. Naturally, the guest must use a good one. I can use this ordinary bamboo flute."
Wei Wu took out another flute from his body and made a gesture: "Please."
The two of them drifted toward the center of the river in unison.
The river here is vast, and the water of the Loujiang River and the Songjiang River converge here, forming a frontal impact on the water of the East China Sea.
And because this season is a period of high tide, the two tides hit each other, creating huge waves that are several feet high and are spectacular.
At this moment, the two of them were in the center of the wave. They were small and insignificant in front of the overwhelming wave.
One huge wave after another rushed towards the two of them, but the two of them stood tall and unyielding.
The two looked at each other and played the flute in tacit understanding.
As the two played, the waves on the river, which were several feet high just now, became smaller and smaller, and the rhythmic sound of the waves was like a lullaby from a loving mother patting her baby to sleep.
Gradually, the surging and noisy river slowly calmed down. The night wind blew gently on the river surface, and the waves rippled like evening flowers falling on the soft waves.
The roaring night became gentle and quiet, as if the crying baby finally fell asleep peacefully.
I thought that the heaven and the earth were like flutes and the tide was like music. It was so wonderful that I couldn't describe it, and I was shocked to hear it.
The wonderful music in it can only be experienced by the two lovers who played it together at this time.
The true energy in Xie Fu's body was pouring out violently. To control the water of this river, how much strength would be needed. Human beings have limited power, but the power of heaven and earth is infinite.
Nearing the end of the first song, Wei Wushi saw that Xie Fu was calm and calm without any signs of fatigue, and felt extremely happy. This feeling was even more exciting than meeting a powerful enemy in his life.
The wind stopped, and the river that had just been cool and gentle suddenly roared, like a river beast that had broken free from its cage to vent its controlled anger. The wave head, which was taller than before, opened its mouth to swallow all the darkness, swallowing the two of them.
Down.
One mouthful after another, no matter how many times the waves swallowed them up, the two of them stood on the river, majestic as before.
The roaring sound came from far away, from far to near, but it was the high tide of the East China Sea pouring in.
Wang Wanzhi famously said when he was regulating the river water and building the Xian Bridge: "If you want to lead the river eastward, it will flow westward; if you want to lead the river northward, it will flow southward."
Wang Wanzhi's on-the-spot investigation found that due to the construction of the long dike in the previous dynasty, the water of the Songjiang River was blocked and the water flow was not smooth. As a result, the downstream became increasingly silted up, and the water flow turned to the northeast. Floods often occurred during rainy seasons.
For this reason, Wang Wanzhi demolished the old embankment, widened the river channel, and built a new embankment ten feet away from the old embankment. This single move improved the flood problem.
At this moment, the situation is that the river flows eastward, and the seawater pours in the west. The two currents collide with each other, setting off huge waves.
After all, the seawater was so powerful that it was like thousands of horses galloping in. It swallowed up the two river beasts, Loujiang water and Songjiang water, and slammed onto the new embankment with great force, flooding the embankment surface.
As time goes by, historical scenes keep repeating themselves.
Dayu controlled the water and controlled the water with human intelligence and human power.
The two turned to face the East China Sea and played their flutes.
This second time, the tune started to change, and then the whole song changed continuously, but it became a completely different style of music.
The two played according to the changed score, with the same spirit and tune.
This wave hit behind the berm, and two giant beasts, the Loujiang water and the Songjiang water that had just been submerged, immediately emerged from the water, roaring and biting each other, causing countless splashes.
Suddenly, the water situation of the two river beasts became strange, as if they had been harnessed and tamed, they surged into silver waves and sailed toward the East China Sea at the same time.
The sound of the water is like a rapid drum, and the water turns into thousands of horses with silver saddles vying to surpass them.
Naturally, the manpower is limited and it is impossible to completely control the entire river. Controlling the water lies in diversion. It is like a general who cannot issue orders to every soldier. He only needs to make the generals obey his instructions and issue them layer by layer.
The two of them used the sky and the earth as their flutes and the tide as their music, and this is exactly how the layers of things change.
A new round of crazy floods poured into the estuary, and the sound of the waves was filled with shuddering terror in the unpredictable darkness.
Two river beasts hit the giant wave beast head-on, and the two sides clashed at the fan-shaped entrance to the sea.
Wave after wave fell under the impact, and wave after wave of water surged up to meet it. The three-mile-wide entrance to the sea simultaneously rang the wave bells, sonorous and sonorous, and the rhythm was healthy and exciting.
Evenly matched, two huge streams of water overlapped each other, forming a water wall more than ten feet high, just like the soldiers behind them climbing up a mountain of corpses to fight.
A spectacle of water and clouds hanging down from the sea!
The true energy in Xie Fu's body was released wildly, almost to the point where his muscles and veins were overwhelmed.
Despite this, the water he controlled was not enough, and the rest was the power of nature, which made people feel the vastness of nature and the greatness of heaven and earth.
Looking towards Wei Wushi, Wei Wushi was still calm and composed.
Tonight, we will play the song "The Great River Runs" to compete in art. What we play is the notes of heaven and earth, what we play and control is the river water, and what we compete for is the richness and longevity of the true energy.
If it were not for the water veins in his body and the inexhaustible supply of true energy in his body, the true energy in his body would have been exhausted at this moment.
What a great Wei Wushi, he truly deserves his reputation.
At this time, Wei Wushi also looked towards Xie Fu, his eyes seemed to say, he is coming.
Xie Fu’s eyes and smile should be good.
The water potential of the two river beasts suddenly changed and merged into one, roaring like a thunderous roar like thousands of troops on the ground.
At this moment, the river finally became stronger. The water rushed out of the mouth of the East China Sea, and then slowly spread, forming a fan-shaped spectacle of the tides fighting against each other.
The sea is vast and boundless, and it can only be like this.
If anyone knew that this strange scene was created by man, they would be shocked and shocked.
This moment is the time when the sea water is at high tide, and the river water can actually prevent the water from the East China Sea from flowing back to the west.
The tide rises and falls, and the high tide lasts for half an hour. When the tide recedes, the water retreats without a trace, as if it has lost a battle.
The river flows turbulently and naturally merges into the sea currents.
The song has not yet ended. As long as the two of them have breath, they must continue to play this longest song in ancient times.
The two played against each other, the foreign enemy retreated, and the two giant beasts, Loujiangshui and Songjiangshui, began to fight each other again.
Transformed into the most ferocious and crazy appearance, writhing, roaring, biting...
The first ray of light at dawn shines on the churning river, and also shines on Xie Fu's extremely pale face. After playing for a night, the energy in his body has been exhausted, and even the energy in the water veins has dried up. The water of Loujiang River
It is no longer as ferocious and crazy as before.
Wei Wushi on the opposite side was already bleeding from seven holes, and the power of true yin, the source of burning life, was playing, and the Songjiang River was as crazy as before, overwhelming the water of the Loujiang River.
Even if he dies, will he still fight for victory? Will he keep his reputation as the Flute Immortal?
When he saw Wei Wushi's firm gaze, Xie Fu finally understood that Wei Wushi planned to sacrifice his life to Qu!
Laying the foundation for this first long song in ancient times.
Xie Fu felt secretly in his heart that if Wei Wu died, there would be no more fun playing together tonight.
He wanted to give up, he wanted to admit defeat, he didn't care at all where the name of the flute god came from, it didn't matter if he lost once.
But he can't lose. If he loses, Zhang Lingluo will die!
With a slight smile in his eyes, if that's the case, then I'll sing this song with you.
Use several strands of water needles to prick the Qi meridians all over your body - the method of pricking the pulse and pulling out the Qi.
When the water needles are about to prick the veins, a layer of water shield blocks these wisps of water needles.
Wei Wushi also changed his tune and gently put down his flute: "I lost."
