This time the music played by the two of them was not as gentle and melodious as the mountains and flowing water. The starting note was a high note filled with murderous intent.
The first note played, making all the generals present look solemn.
As the music played, the rhythm changed from high-pitched and angry to heavy and depressing, which tugged the hearts of everyone present, but they did not feel uncomfortable.
Immediately, the meaning of the song changed, and the brisk music played out, as if the soldiers were wearing armor and fighting the enemy bravely. The battlefield was extremely tragic, and both sides were bleeding like rivers.
This light note is mixed with some low accents, as if describing the tragedy of a battlefield, making people listening to the music unconsciously feel sadness and melancholy.
At the end, the music is melodious again, and the skipping beats seem to reflect the excitement of the soldiers returning home in triumph.
Not only military commanders, but also civil servants were immersed in this piece of music and were moved emotionally. Sometimes they were sad, sometimes nervous, and sometimes relaxed. It is truly a masterpiece of the ages. How can it be expressed in just one word?
While all the ministers were admiring the excellence of the music, Di Xin was still a little dissatisfied and it still didn't taste right.
The song was good, but it wasn't what he wanted.
"What I want is the kind of music that can inspire everyone in the world, the kind of music that can heroically commend the world for not being afraid of power and refusing to admit defeat, the kind of music that is unwilling to accept fate and dares to resist."
Di Xin suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered a piece of music called Tian Xingjian, but he couldn't remember the lyrics.
As soon as Di Xin said a few lines of the lyrics, all the ministers felt the selfless and fearless feeling.
In ancient times, Mount Buzhou collapsed, causing floods all over the world. All life in the prehistoric world was devastated, and countless creatures complained.
Emperor Yan's daughter was killed by a sudden flood while walking on the beach.
After her death, her soul transformed into the divine bird Jingwei, who worked day and night to fill up the sea with stones.
Although the stones for filling the sea are insignificant, I never give up easily.
"Collect the five-color sacred stones, throw them into the cauldron, and refine them to fill the sky. The fire suddenly appears, the cold retreats, and the warmth invades. Dayu controlled the water, and passed through the gate three times without entering, so he was trapped in the turbulent flow. Shennong often wiped out all the grass in the world, and his liver and intestines were cut off.
But it will benefit generations to come.”
These are myths in history, but they are also epics that will be praised by future generations.
Di Xin's words had a sense of wasted history, which shocked all the ministers.
It was as if the shocking and convincing scenes were reproduced one after another, and they were only left shocked when they were exposed to them.
Boyikao stayed where he was. It turned out that the song the king ordered was not an ordinary piece of music, but a piece of history that could be sung and cried.
Di Xin raised his hands high and shouted angrily: "The four seas and five mountains are majestic and majestic, and the ancestors are tragic. They stand upright and open up the world. My fate is determined by me and not by God...
... I have dedicated my life to death, but a single spark has the potential to start a prairie fire. I am the only one who can resist the gods. I will be happy for all the land and earth behind me. I am dedicated to my fame, I am loyal to my heart, and I will have no regrets in my life."
Di Xin almost lost his breath when he said these words.
Even though he has thousands of years of cultivation, it is still quite tiring to shout out such a long paragraph with emotion.
After recovering, Di Xin looked at the nine-tailed fox Tushan Youyou.
"Music can convey emotions. Thank you, my beloved concubine, for your guidance. Without you, Gu Duanduan wouldn't have thought of how to use music to interpret Gu's heart."
The nine-tailed fox Tushan Yuyou was petrified on the spot. Her purpose was just to make Di Xin addicted to the song and unable to extricate himself. She thought that it would be alright if she failed, but she actually scored twice.
Well, if you can’t extricate yourself, you won’t be able to extricate yourself. Why do you say it was me who pointed you out?
Boyikao also blushed with excitement and his neck was thick, and he was extremely excited. He was young and full of energy. Di Xin's words successfully stimulated him as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, and the blood all over his body was boiling.
He wanted to beat the drum and shout, sing loudly, and sing out his heroic words.
All the civil and military officials also calmed down, and they all stared at Di Xin dumbfounded.
That's what it's like to be dumbfounded, open your mouth but have nothing to say, nothing can come out.
Jiang Ziya's heart was shocked. He had thousands of words to say, but he didn't know where to start.
"Ji Kao, what I want is the music just like this. Only this kind of music can truly make the people of big business people excited and excited."
Boyikao immediately threw down his guzheng and asked Emperor Xin to take the civil and military officials to the palace wall.
There is a large drum at the main entrance of the palace, which is used to report grievances and beat the drum to send messages.
Since this drum was placed on the city wall, no one has hit it again.
At this moment, Boyikao and Yushi stood in front of the drum.
The drum head is huge and the drumsticks weigh up to a hundred kilograms. If ordinary people can lift such a heavy object, it would be very powerful.
But Boyikao stepped forward and picked up the heavy hammers with both hands without showing signs of fatigue.
It makes sense when you think about it. No matter what, he is still the legitimate son of Xibohou. If he has no ability, how can he take on such a big responsibility?
The Western Zhou Dynasty required force to suppress other countries that were not convinced. If he had thin arms and legs, he would definitely not be able to become the prince.
boom!
With a tentative beat, the sound of the drum rippled hundreds of miles away. The sound was powerful and the quality of the drum was excellent.
Outside the palace, there were still bustling people.
They were waiting for Di Xin to get a glimpse of the king's appearance.
When he looked up, he saw a man as gentle as jade, holding a drumstick weighing a hundred kilograms in both hands, and a lot of discussion started.
They didn't quite know what this man was going to do.
However, some people who have seen the world know that this man is the legitimate son of Xibohou and the band master who is very popular in Chaoge City.
"What is Mr. Ji Kao doing on the city wall?"
"I heard people of my father's generation say that one drumstick weighs a hundred kilograms, and two drumsticks weigh at least two hundred kilograms, but Mr. Ji Kao is actually born with supernatural power, and he doesn't show any signs of fatigue even if he holds one in each hand!"
"The real person doesn't show his face. Mr. Ji Kao looks gentle and elegant, but he didn't expect to be so powerful."
All the people outside the palace looked at Boyikao holding a drumstick, and started talking about it.
But Boyikao was calm and calm, ignoring what these people said, but closed his eyes tightly, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes.
There was a roaring sound, and the drumsticks kept beating the giant drum.
Jade stimulates his cultivation, letting his pipa strings play in harmony, and he joins Boyikao in unison.
Boyikao and Yushi looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They had a clear understanding of each other.