Chapter 337: First Movement: Awakening Poems (14): Night Banquet
"What will the blessing emblem of 'Fanghui Poet' look like?"
Dusk had already begun to appear when we turned back. Fan Ning was holding a poor-quality guitar and thinking about this problem in the warm sea breeze.
He tried asking Luna when he came here, but he didn't get anything valuable yet.
However, when he played music for the first time in the southern country, he vaguely experienced an indescribable novel feeling.
If I have to describe it, it seems like I got the attention of someone from a higher place and then "created something".
Of course, music performance itself is a creative process. As one of the most important procedures in occult rituals, it is not surprising to receive the attention and response of the Lord of Witness...
But Fan Ning felt that after just a few short measures of audition, the sense of creation was extremely "concrete" and the resonance it brought to the astral body was also extremely strong - even the audience could notice it. He himself must be better than the audience.
Be clearer too.
Whether the reason for the novelty in his playing was because of the divinity that vibrated that extraordinary string, or whether it was related to the fact that he was in the realm of the "Fragrant Flower Poet", he was not sure now.
The sun was still lazily setting above the horizon. The flower gardens, small shops, reed ponds and haystacks on the right of the two people, as well as the coconut trees and beaches further away, all were shrouded in the charming red light of the sunset.
It's like being dipped in wine.
"Mr. Scheler, those few plucks you just made are such a mysterious and mysterious creation." Luna was still immersed in the boundless darkness, the throbbing hallucinations and the rich fragrance of flowers after waking up.
Fan Ning said "hmm".
Although it is a work by an Italian composer, as an Oriental in my previous life, I tried this piece with a strong oriental mysticism on a whim.
"Is it possible for me to learn?"
She was completely convinced that Mr. Scheler was a true apprentice bard, and even his plan to obtain the emblem of blessing was likely to be realized soon.
But it took some courage to ask this question, mainly due to guilt and lack of confidence.
——Mr. Scheele chose the lowest quality guitar, it must be because he is immature, and he inadvertently showed an expression of worry about the price, and then he saw it.
"It can't be done in a short time." Fan Ning answered truthfully, "Its sound shape is very special, and it needs to be combined with finger ringing and multi-part control, and the latter two are already relatively advanced techniques in classical guitar.
"
...Isn't it just for a short time? Luna was happy because of this conclusion.
"What is chakra?" she asked.
"The ring finger is 'da da da da'..." Fan Ning said as an onomatopoeia metaphor, "The original long sound with a certain duration is broken into dense and fast homophonic sounds and played repeatedly, so that the melody will have
It has a strange sense of rapidity and flow... It requires finger independence, so it is not suitable for beginners to practice at the beginning."
"Then what is polyphony?" The little girl asked the second question, and immediately began to worry about whether she would be annoying. "Sorry, I seem to have asked too many questions. It doesn't matter if you answer me in a few days."
"If you can hear two or more parts, it's called polyphony. For example, there seemed to be a ring-finger-like melody just now, a bass, and groups of cadenzas." Fan Ning still answered casually.
"Thank you." She slowed down her pace, bowed slightly, and then quickened her pace to keep up.
"Tell me about Marseille."
"Ah, our Mr. Guide? What happened to him?"
"He made a good suggestion. I asked him by the way."
Fan Ning knew that he was in tatters and had nothing in his hands before. He could scare a little girl like Luna only because of his face and mouth. It was normal for normal adults to regard him as a wanderer. He had just been ready to return to his original self.
It is unclear which of the two plans is better than the investigation plan.
But then...if he hadn't believed in the impeccable disguise of "Fountain in the Painting", he almost thought that this person recognized the great musician Carolyn Van Ning - although he had not had any tour experience, in the end
A record sales report I saw showed that the Southern Continent accounts for 12% of the world market share.
Therefore, Masenegu's motive of treating each other with courtesy inevitably aroused some interest in Fan Ning.
"Mr. Masenegou is an experienced 'guide' and has superb swordsmanship and marksmanship." Luna shared the information she knew. "He is the honorary president of the Missing City Chamber of Commerce, Duke of Falla.
Madam’s guest, this is not the only time we have worked together, and the generous remuneration given by my father has allowed us to maintain a pleasant cooperative relationship."
Fan Ning analyzed the information.
Judging from her description, this person is most likely a knowledgeable person, and an official knowledgeable person.
Under the religious political systems of the Western Continent and the Southern Continent, the official intellectuals and the Zhengshen Church can almost be equated. If this is the case, it is more appropriate to gradually contact the Fanghui Temple starting from Marseille.
"Does 'guide' mean clergy?" So he tried to confirm.
"No, the clergy are 'flower-touched people'." Luna shook her head, "They directly worship the 'Fanghui Poet'. It is difficult for a merchant family like ours to get their help with money alone.
"
"If we want to have a pleasant and perfect journey, we rely more on the 'guide' and the escort to ensure safety, and also rely on the 'troubadour' to bring good luck... Of course, in a sense, safety
And good luck go hand in hand.”
Hearing this, Fan Ning pondered for a moment:
"Why do you need a 'guide' when traveling? Is it because you will encounter marauding bandits in areas far away from the city-state?"
"This is an important reason, and the other is to avoid getting lost."
"Lost?" Fan Ning was a little surprised, "Would an experienced merchant not know the way? And... there is no map?"
"The map's level of detail can never meet the requirements." Luna said, "Moreover, this place is vast and sparsely populated, and the rainforests, wilderness and oceans are full of strange creations. It's easy for hallucinations and misjudgments to occur when traveling long distances..."
"In short, getting lost is a very common and easy thing to happen. Sometimes it happens in a dream-like trance."
"Okay..." Fan Ning nodded slightly to show his understanding, but he still found it difficult to understand.
The hotel where the caravan stayed was an extremely spacious enclosed courtyard. The ground was made of fine white sand like the beach, and coconut trees, cacti and exotic flowers and plants were planted in the corners.
Dusk enveloped the entire courtyard, and several bonfires were lit in the middle. Someone was already turning wooden skewers with large squid, sea cucumbers and sea urchins on them. The overflowing water dripped into the grooves and sizzled, and the burning olives and jujube trees were making a sizzling sound.
The smoke mixed with the aroma of seafood and turned into a cloud of smoke swirling in the sky.
Before setting off tomorrow, we will spend our first night in the South at Baquerizo Port.
"Schele, after you picked up the guitar, you look more like a troubadour than before!"
An Zao stretched out her arms among the crowd, and the flames glowed through her rose-colored flesh.
Fan Ning approached the bonfire surrounded by a dozen people, found a place on the ground to sit casually, and put the piano beside him.
An approached it and was greatly surprised after seeing its appearance clearly:
"Oh my God, my sister, this is the result of your shopping for so long, and you actually bought him a low-quality plywood guitar!"
"I..." Luna's face turned red and white.
Based on those subtle thoughts before, she was embarrassed to say that it was Mr. Scheele who chose it himself, which resulted in the fact that the matter could not be explained clearly at all.
She could only utter a feeble excuse that was thinner than a mosquito: