The long-awaited spectators in the audience looked at each other in confusion, as if they couldn't believe that this fat man who looked like a master could only fart in front of people. They were silent for a long time, and I didn't know who took the lead, and sneered "ha".
"Hahaha..." After hearing one person taking the lead, everyone felt relieved and started laughing.
Looking at the fat man on the stage, he suppressed his blush and couldn't help but cast a pair of small eyes at Baihua Fairy. Baihua Fairy didn't expect such a vulgar turn of events, so she lowered her head in shame and blushed deeply. It was buried deep behind the neck of the pipa. Seeing this scene, even Qingqing couldn't help but frown: a breathless listening session turned into a scene of claptrap and laughter in the blink of an eye.
In the midst of the commotion, suddenly a powerful shout came from behind the crowd:
"General Shen is here!"
Hearing these words, everyone present couldn't help but turn their heads, temporarily forgetting the intentional or unintentional farce on the stage. When Qingqing heard this, he only felt that the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the stone floor was very powerful. , the soldering iron clicked on the ground, and the sound of the horses jumping up and landing was even rarer and more orderly, making waves of water ripple across the entire West Lake.
Looking at the white horses with bright coats, running fast and breathing effortlessly. Thinking of the way her eldest brother used to look at the gray horse with a silver bow and holding the animal's broken fan, Qingqing couldn't help but think to herself:
"As expected of the general of West Lake, here is another one!"
The people in West Lake didn't seem to recognize the name of General Shen. They just turned their heads, glanced at it, and continued to stare at the embarrassed appearance of the Baihua Fairy on the stage. The general didn't wait for the horse to stop, and then He jumped up, got off his horse, walked straight through the crowd with a few guards leading the way, and walked towards the Baihua Fairy's high platform.
The general didn't know what technique he was attacking. He was also holding a beast-shaped fan with his cloak flying behind him. He had a cold and murderous aura as he walked.
The general stepped forward, jumped up gently and deftly, and stood a dozen steps away from the fat man. Cold eyes emanated from the general's eyes, and he immediately wrapped up the farting fat man. The fat man seemed to be really being caught. He was frozen, and he couldn't move even an inch of his body.
Until General Shen took a step forward and stepped firmly with his boots on the high platform - the fat man jumped up as if he was frightened. Needless to say, he rolled off the high platform and fell to all fours.
Baihua Fairy then raised her head and said a deep blessing to the general holding the fan in front of her.
As soon as General Shen raised his hand, a follower behind him brought a small zheng. Ever since he last saw the leader of West Lake Wen at Lingdeng Cliff, Qing Qing had not seen this kind of "zheng" for a long time. Utensils. Looking at them, I felt that the zheng held in General Shen's arms was much smaller than the ordinary 21-stringed zheng. It was square and about the same size as a newborn baby.
Such a small zither, held in the arms of the tall General Shen, actually felt a little more tender.
The general took a few steps forward, holding the zheng in his arms. His cloak was filled with water vapor, and he stopped in front of Fairy Baihua. The fairy slowly raised her eyes, and then she realized that the shimmering light on the strings of the zheng was the same as her own pipa. The four strings echoed each other, reflecting a pool of light from the dark lake surface.
"May I ask the fairy, would you like to hear the sound of a zheng?"
The fairy held Pipa tightly in her arms, hesitated for a moment, and nodded. Then she raised her hand, letting her long nails like green onions fall between the string lights, and an ethereal sound of tinkling-dong-dong rolled down.
General Shen also immediately raised his hand. The general's hand
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, there is a hard arm armor extending from the arm to the back of the hand. Standing next to the lake, it exudes a faint breath of iron and residual blood. When the ten fingers fall on the strings of the zither, they are also extremely gentle. The hard armor No soft silk strings have been touched at all, and the sound of the strings is gentle, like an ordinary hermit playing the zither, with a sense of leisure.
Fairy Baihua smiled gently, then opened her eyes wide and looked up at the general.
There was no need to say anything between the two of them. The fairy gently rubbed her left hand, leaving a lingering sound among the several objects. The general then brushed his fingers, and the little zheng kept whining.
The spectators were a little impatient. They felt that it was really boring for two people to play one sentence and then another. The few fingers left and right on the strings were really not as interesting as the fat man who came on stage and broke his ass. As time went by, , it is inevitable that there will be a lot of restlessness and boredom.
The people who came to see the parade today, if they had not looked at Fairy Baihua's face and wanted to stare at the fairy's white and exquisite face for a moment longer, they would have rushed up to the high platform and smashed General Shen's little kite.
Only Qingqing paid close attention to General Shen's hand rising and falling on the strings of the zheng: When he came to West Lake, he had walked with his eldest brother for so long, but he didn't know whether his eldest brother could also play this little zheng. If the four sworn brothers were Everyone is here now, General Kong is playing the zither, he is playing the flute, the master is composing a unique tune for the four of them, and An Yu is holding an arrow and bow... Even if you think about it in a dream, it is a beautiful thing without regrets.
Although the generals in West Lake are all different, they all exude a temperament that is unique to West Lake. That is, under the shell cast by the word loyalty and righteousness, they exude a calm and reclusive temperament. I think back to when I first met General Kong. They are very close to each other, and this may be the reason why.
Live up to the history of peace, and do not appear in the dust of water and fire. Every time Qingqing reads this sentence in his heart, he feels that ice and fire are burning fiercely in his heart at the same time. The earth-shaking passion and the leisure of living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, in a short time It is described clearly in just twelve words.
But for some reason, the head of Mo Chen wanted to make an impossible promise to Jiang Hu, which made the descendants of Li Rongshan avoid the world for a long time, but became the sworn enemies of various sects and factions in Jiang Hu.
By the way, what did the oath that Master Mo Chen made back then mean? Every time I wanted to ask my master, he would either remain silent or not talk about other things. He never really told me that Linghu’s predecessor What exactly do people leave to themselves?
As he was thinking about it, Qingqing didn't expect that he had long been lost in thought. What the two people on the stage were playing back and forth had been completely forgotten. Inadvertently, he heard his master whispering in his ear. , said softly:
"The main palace is too low."
"What?"
"Zhenggong." Ziqin stared at the stage while still saying in Qingqing's ear, "the two people's tones were harmonious at first because their main voice was not obvious. When the main voice was low, the rest of the melody was also Keep going lower and lower. If you are not a person who specializes in music, you may not be able to tell that something is wrong. But later on, the lower part of the main palace became more and more obvious, so the general..."
Before Ziqin could finish her sentence, she suddenly stopped talking, and the two of them raised their eyes together. At some point, hundreds of spectators who were watching the Baihua Fairy Parade around him suddenly turned to Qingqing and Ziqin looked in the direction.
It turned out to be the melody of Ziqin Shen Xin. When Qingqing was alone in trance, General Shen and Fairy Baihua sang in harmony, but it became no longer so harmonious. It seemed that there was always something wrong. The melody flowing from the hearts of the two people
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The rhythms can be considered beautiful and smooth when listened to separately, but when combined together, they sound dull and mocking, and somehow they don't sound that good.
Now, the crowd, which was about to lose its patience, became even more restless. The spectators of the West Lake decorated the lights at night, cleared the waterway, and ran to the shore one by one, in order to catch a glimpse of the Baihua Fairy smiling at them. Rong. But General Shen appeared out of nowhere, holding a piece of rotten wood, and flicked it for an hour.
Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and shouted in the crowd: "Stop playing!"
Even some children heard the strange melody. They lay in the arms of their father and mother with sleepy eyes and murmured: "Mom, this music is so unpleasant..."
It happened to be at this time that Linghu Ziqin clearly heard the strangeness in the two people's music. As the head of the Linghu clan, Ziqin had great talent in music skills in his life. Although he had lived in seclusion in the mountains for a long time, he still had The Seven-string Tongqin is rumored to be unrivaled. It is just a low-key palace sound, how can it be hidden from the ears of Linghu Ziqin?
General Shen was on the high platform, looking at each other with Fairy Baihua.
The fairy couldn't help but lowered her head and bit her lip gently. The silk strings on the pipa seemed to have dimmed, no longer glowing with moving light. I wonder if it was inadvertently that a whisper came into General Shen's ears:
"As soon as the main tune was lowered, the rest of the melody also followed suit. If you weren't a person who specializes in music, you wouldn't be able to tell that something was wrong. It was only later on that the main tune became more and more obvious, so the general..."
Could it be that it was due to the main voice? General Shen played the main voice alone, and the fairy also understood it with her mind, and played the main voice on the string. When the two faced each other, it turned out that the general's main voice was lowered by an inch. If If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to hear the difference at all.
General Shen no longer hesitated, turned to look at the direction where he had just heard the low voice, and said loudly to the crowd: "I don't know which master gave the advice, but please show up!"
Ever since, now it was Qingqing and Ziqin looking at each other, wondering what happened.
General Shen's voice was very high, and there was enough energy in his Dantian that even the outermost edge of the crowd could clearly hear the sound. However, Ziqin and Qingqing were talking in low voices and did not take into account anything else. Although they heard General Shen shout, I didn’t know what was shouted, so I didn’t pay attention.
Now it seems that it was the general who recognized his name and shouted so loudly that everyone came to look at him?
The two masters and disciples had a clear understanding of each other, and the sword in their sleeves and the wooden flute at their waists were both held tightly in their hands. Qingqing looked around and saw only this dense sea of people, with no end in sight. If he could escape here, he would probably It is even more difficult than breaking out of a siege by a group of experts.
While he was hesitating, he suddenly saw the general on the stage put down his kite, clasped his fists and leaned down to salute: "I don't know where this expert came from. Could you please come to this high platform and give me some advice?"
Behind the general, Baihua Fairy also bowed with her grace.
Seeing the hesitant look on the master's face, he must be thinking that if he kills the general in a bloody way, the West Lake will be stained with blood and the lives of countless innocent people will be injured. Qingqing saw the Xiaozheng and Pipa standing quietly on the stage, I felt calm in my heart, thinking that no matter how powerful the magic instrument was, how much better could it be compared to the white jade flute?
So he whispered in the master's ear: "The soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it. Let's see what General Xihu is capable of?"
Ziqin nodded and held Qingqing's hand. The two looked at each other and smiled, walked through the crowd and walked straight to the high platform.