The performance of the Caifeng Song and Dance Troupe aroused strong repercussions in the imperial capital. The sound produced by playing this brand-new musical instrument is like beads falling on a jade plate, extremely crisp. But when played urgently, it makes people feel like rain is coming, and it is extremely clear.
A feeling of urgency.
Especially with the big drum, it can easily create an atmosphere of battlefield killing and make people excited.
The dance music choreographed by the Cai Feng Song and Dance Troupe is also quite good, called War Song.
"Soldiers died in hundreds of battles, and returned with their bodies wrapped in horse leather. In life they wielded swords to defeat the enemy, and in death they died as leaping horses riding a chain..."
The 7th Legion's victory over Pingjun City was still lingering. The appearance of such a dance music would ignite the blood in people's hearts just like pouring a bowl of oil on a small flame.
Feng Xuanzhang, the dean of the Imperial College, was very happy after watching the performance. The appearance of such a piece undoubtedly showed the success of the promotion of the drum. And the brand-new instrument plucked also completely subverted the previous instrument form that was mainly wind playing.
, especially for the development of dance music, it is even more important than the big drum.
"This war song is definitely a masterpiece. I'm afraid it's no less than a man's self-improvement. Now Jiang Xingchen has a rival!" Feng Xuanzhang watched several performances in a row and felt the audience's love for this piece of music, so he made this
judge.
He strongly agrees with this kind of competition. Although Jiang Xingchen is the benchmark set by the emperor, he cannot always stand out. That is not conducive to the development of dance music. Only with competition can progress be achieved.
After watching the performance, he reported the matter to the Emperor. After hearing this, the Emperor had the same idea. What the New Year song and dance performance requires is fairness, and the audience's likes are the most important. If it is because of his own strategy to protect Jiang Xingchen,
Then slap yourself in the face, you must never do such a thing.
After Feng Xuanzhang came out of the palace, he immediately found Yuan Hao and asked about the plucking. Only then did he learn that the instrument was obtained from Xuanyuan Tianzong. While feeling regretful, he also immediately decided that after the New Year performance,
Allocate craftsmen to study and imitate this instrument.
But Dingbeihou, who had been staying in the imperial capital, was not calm at this time. This was related to his daughter's dreams and future.
After running to listen to one, he had to admit that this war song may not be as inspirational as a man's self-improvement, but in terms of atmosphere creation, it has surpassed it. Especially the murderous plucked instrument performed by this new instrument.
The combination of cutting breath and big drum is perfect.
After several days in a row, almost all the people in the imperial capital were conquered by the song "War Song". They even forgot about the song "Men Should Be Strong" that they had hoped for, and kept asking the Caifeng Song and Dance Troupe to perform more performances.
The Cai Feng Song and Dance Troupe did not disappoint everyone. From one performance a day to two or even three performances a day.
In the days that followed, passionate repertoire almost became a trend. The original promotion of drums had already laid the foundation for this trend. Now coupled with the popularity of Cai Feng Song and Dance Troupe, this trend is like an eruption. Only
However, without the cooperation of this new instrument, the plucked instrument, the other songs are far from reaching the height of the war song.
In this situation, Marquis Dingbei finally couldn't bear it anymore and immediately wrote a letter to his daughter and sent it back...
In Hongyuan City, the old man finally found the silk thread Jiang Xingchen needed. It was a type of silk called demon silkworm. It was just right in terms of strength, toughness, and thickness.
The demon silkworm is not a monster, but its life cycle is as long as ten years. It likes darkness and is afraid of light. It is usually hidden in caves and is extremely difficult to find. With the old man's cultivation, he looked tired when he came back. It can be seen that he has been running for the past few days.
How many places have you visited?
"Boy, if the delicacies you make dissatisfy me, let's see what our ancestors will do to you!" The old man threatened Jiang Xingchen in a pretentious manner and couldn't wait to go back to his room to rest.
Once the strings are in hand, all that's left is to install them, tighten them with string pegs, and then install the strings and tune them, which is also a very tedious and complicated process...
"Finally successful!" Jiang Xingchen took a deep breath after adjusting the position of the last zither horse, and sat down on the chair, then smiled.
This is the most laborious production since the emergence of the formation. With the help of Wanrou and several reviewers, they worked hard for more than 20 days. At this moment, it is done, and the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in my heart can't be suppressed.
The same was true for Wanrou and several judges next to her. They witnessed the whole process of the birth of a brand new musical instrument. If they were not exhausted and weak from exhaustion, they would probably cheer for joy.
After resting for a long time, Wanrou finally said: "Jiang Xingchen, come and give it a try!"
"Okay!" Jiang Xingchen sat up straight, took a deep breath, and then changed his breathing pattern. The vitality in his head vibrated slightly. Knowing that the array was activated, he pressed his hands on the strings of the zither.
"Zheng!" After a crisp sound, a series of ding-dong sounds came into the ears of Wanrou and the others, like running water from a mountain.
Jiang Xingchen didn't understand the music score, but he knew the effectiveness of the array so that he could clearly grasp the changes of every note, the position of the fluctuations of his fingers, and the sound he played was very rhythmic.
Originally, you had to wear a pick to play the guzheng, but this silk silk is extremely round, and it can use the best strength, so it doesn't feel tight at all.
The high notes are crisp and sweet, like rippling water, while the low notes are subtle and subtle, like chanting...Wanrou is fascinated by it.
After playing for a while, Jiang Xingchen pressed his hands on the strings of the zither to calm down the vibrations and stop the sound. Compared with the precision-made zithers from the previous life, this zither still has some flaws, but it is basically the same. The tone and quality are just slightly worse.
It's just that the range width is not enough.
"It sounds so good!" Wanrou sighed.
But several judges frowned and said hesitantly: "I can't say much about the sound of this instrument, but if it matches the song "A Man Becomes a Self-Strength", it seems a little bit wrong!"
Jiang Xingchen smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't know the problem, but how could he have the chance to study suona and pipa now?
At this moment, a servant from the Dingbei Hou Mansion hurried in and said to Wanju: "Miss, there is an urgent message from the Marquis!"
"Oh!" Wanrou took the white silk, and when she looked at it, she frowned and her expression was surprisingly solemn.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Xingchen and several judges all came over and were stunned when they saw the content on the white silk.
"Pluck the strings, there are actually strings, and they work very well with the bass drum!" Jiang Xingchen's heart sank. This situation was completely beyond his expectation. He never expected that someone would actually make strings at this time.
"War Song, Caifeng Song and Dance Troupe performed continuously in the imperial capital, and the response was great!" This was what several judges paid most attention to. Although the string music was also surprising, what they cared about most was the performance of the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe.
"This war song is no less than a man's self-improvement. My father gave such a high evaluation!" Wanrou's expression became more and more solemn. If this was the case, they would have no advantage. Both drums and drums are available, and other people's musical instruments are different.
The bass drum cooperates well and the repertoire is not bad at all.
"They perform continuously like this in order to gain as much support from the audience as possible... They are really smart. This way, they will have a big advantage when it comes to the New Year performance!" said one judge.
"Yes! Of course they took advantage of the same level of repertoire by promoting it like this in advance!"
Jiang Xingchen pondered for a moment, but suddenly laughed and said lightly: "If you have too much publicity, you may not take advantage!"
"Oh?" Several people turned to look at him instantly, with questioning expressions on their faces.
"No matter how good the food is, you will get tired of it if you eat too much. If the same type of music is performed over and over again, won't the audience get tired of it?" Jiang Xingchen said.
Several judges thought for a while, shook their heads and said: "Probably not, the trend created by your song "Men Should Be Strong for Self-Strength" has just begun!"
Jiang Xingchen smiled and said, "Then let's add another wind to make it blow harder!"
"Jiang Xingchen, do you want to..." Wanrou looked at Jiang Xingchen in surprise.
"Let's also go to the Imperial Capital and have three performances a day...Sister Wanrou, can your body support you?" Jiang Xingchen said.
"Isn't this the same as competing with the opponent now...but our music..." Wanrou didn't consider physical problems at all.
"The soundtrack doesn't matter, our purpose is to make the audience feel aesthetic fatigue... And the real battle for victory is at the New Year performance... We don't necessarily have to act like men to improve themselves!"
"What!" Several people's eyes widened in an instant, looking at Jiang Xingchen in disbelief. They had never thought about giving up a man to become a self-improvement for such a classic song.
"Can you... still be able to compose a more classic piece? This... there is less than a month until the New Year performance..." Wanrou murmured.
"Haha, don't worry, sister Wanrou! You have a good rest during this period. You will be busy in a few days. Not only do you have to perform the drums continuously, but you also have to learn another brand new instrument!"
"Ah!" Several people looked even more puzzled. It was already so laborious to make one guzheng, how could there be time to make another one?
"This musical instrument is called a flute...Sister Wanrou, we will surprise everyone then!" Jiang Xingchen said with great confidence, and then made the decision to leave the next day and head to the imperial capital immediately.
Although making the flute is also very labor-intensive, unlike the guzheng, the flexibility of his hands can be used to maximum effect. Although the adjustment of the hole spacing is precise and setting the tune is troublesome, he can still locate the exact position with the help of his current Mingzhi Formation. And this world has a lot of challenges.
Experience in playing wind instruments will definitely play a role.
When he got home, he immediately called Sun Sanqiang and asked him to help him find bamboo poles, but it would take two or three years. When he was in junior high school in his previous life, in order to pretend to be cool, when he was buying a flute, the flute seller deceived him like this.
Later he checked and found that it was indeed the case, but it was hard to say whether the flute he bought was of this age.
Although the season is wrong, bamboo poles that are two or three years old can still be found. Soon Sun Sanqiang came over with a large armful of bamboo poles...
Early the next morning, four carriages stopped in front of Jiang Xingchen's house. Mo Hongxian, his second brother, and Zhao Danqing all came.
Jiang Xingchen led Meier out and got into the car. The carriage slowly drove away, heading to the imperial capital!