Jiang Gu moved away from the place where he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles with a ray of light on his back. At this moment, he was like a person who was used to walking at night. Suddenly he was exposed to the sun and had to be watched like a monkey. This
How can I bear it?
Fortunately, the people behind him did not hear the content of their conversation just now, especially Yan Liliu's words, "You should be my teacher." Otherwise, I don't know how many people would have their views shattered on the flower boat today.
But what they saw was that Yan Liliu, who was one of the best painters in the Wenfu, saluted Jiang Yan, and Zhou Mengde, the most serious and unsmiling person in the entire Wenfu, was chatting and laughing with him!
Zhao Suixian and Chen Mo have always been inseparable. After seeing Chen Mo's eyes, he said
"You want to ask about his Qi Hai?"
"I'm pretty sure it was broken, but there should be other reasons."
Jiang Gu, who originally thought he had become a useless person, seemed to have something elusive about him. Zhao Suixian thought of Yuan Wushe's command to move the bones from the hanging garden to the ground. This was no ordinary compliment.
This old magician is known as the best fortune teller in the world. He never makes mistakes when giving orders. How could he ruin his golden sign just because Jiang Yan's Qihai was broken?
"It seems that we have overlooked a very important person." Zhao Suixian dragged his chin, seeming to think of a countermeasure.
"According to Mu Duzi's song, the pheasants are flying in the morning and chirping in harmony, and the males and females are flocking to the mountains. I am alone and sad because I have no room. It's almost twilight and there's nothing I can do. It's twilight and there's nothing I can do."
A clear chant came from the high platform of the flower boat. Those who sacrificed their lives in the Wenfu did not understand what it meant, but those knowledgeable and experienced teachers and teachers closed their eyes at ease and entered into the admiration.
state.
"It seems that we are in good hands with the famous Yuefu song "Pheasants Flying to the Morning"," Lu Daoxuan said, twirling his beard.
Jiang Yan hid in a corner to enjoy it, and a clear sound of the piano penetrated the clouds and cracked the silk, shaking people's hearts.
The ups and downs of the piano music were accompanied by the playing of the bamboo sheng. Jiang Yan, who was originally sitting on the flower boat, found himself in another world.
The sky is warm, the wind is warm, the sky is clear and the sky is far away, and the red and purple flowers are like threads. The weeping willows are holding back the soft east wind, and they are graceful in people's blue eyes, looking at the shallow waves.
In this painting-like world, Li Youlang plays the piano without any distractions.
Someone was wearing a golden tassel, with brocade wings, dancing gently, with graceful and moving figures. In Jiang Yan's eyes, this dancer slowly turned into a pheasant dancing in the air.
The pheasant spread its wings, landed on the water's edge, and called out to another female white pheasant in the water to mate.
The sounds are whining, sipping, sipping at every ten steps, pecking at every five steps, high and low in harmony, accompanying each other among the white rocks of Qingquan, where they live and bathe in two places.
The melodious sound of the piano flows into people's hearts like running water, making people intoxicated in dreams and unwilling to wake up.
The drums started to sound, and the drumbeats in the sky became more and more dense. Thick clouds suddenly rose from the fragrant world, and it seemed that a world-destroying thunder disaster was coming with the sound of the drums.
Wherever the thunder passes, it destroys the sky and destroys the earth. The sky collapses and the earth collapses. The two pheasants run for their own lives. The husband and wife are birds of the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly separately.
The two pheasants transformed into dancers ran in opposite directions, looking panicked and frightened, as well as missing each other.
During the escape, the female white pheasant unfortunately fell into the abyss. After seeing the fleeing male pheasant, he actually turned around and ran towards the place where the white pheasant fell.
The male pheasant screamed loudly, but in the end he could only watch Bai Zhi die.
At this moment, the world constructed by music has begun to collapse, but the male pheasant raised its head to the sky and roared, and actually jumped into the abyss in the face of the thunder in the sky.
The abyss was filled with endless destruction, swallowing up the male and female pheasants. At the moment when everyone was worried, the sounds of all musical instruments suddenly disappeared, and the world was destroyed, leaving only endless darkness in front of them.
When the flute sounds, the wind is whimpering; when the piano sounds, the heaven and earth reopen!
A white cloud exploded in the darkness, followed by a soft cry, and golden light burst out from the cloud.
A phoenix bird and a white phoenix bird intertwined with each other, breaking through the shackles of death and reappearing in the light. The two birds were covered with light, and endless light was shed wherever their wings passed, breaking through the darkness and suddenly becoming a new person.
These people enjoying the music were also shocked. They were touched by the light before their eyes, by the rebirth of the phoenix, and by the love that broke through death for both of them.
Jiang Yan felt endless shock from the music. It turned out that Yuefu's method could actually concrete the abstract emotions and images that the music wanted to express, and then present it directly in front of everyone.
When Jiang Ran broke away from the world of music, everyone in the audience was still immersed in it. On the stage, Li Youlang played the piano and Song Xiang danced with him.
This world of music was created by Li Youlang, and the pheasant was transformed by Song Xiang and another Yuefu disciple. Music, song and dance built a different world, a world that can touch people's souls.
It's just that Jiang Yan has been a virgin for two lifetimes, and his knowledge of emotions is only theoretical. He is somewhat touched by the Yuefu's methods and tunes, but to say how deep his understanding is is beyond the pale.
Li Youlang himself is a rare handsome man in the world, and when he is immersed in his performance, he adds even more charm.
Jiang Yan can be sure that Li Youlang will receive an unprecedented welcome in the Qing capital where appearance is paramount.
However, Jiang Yan discovered that there was another person who was as sober as him, and that was Song Yu.
In Lin'an City, Jiang Tan sold a worthless painting to Song Yu, but it was sold for a high price of several thousand taels just because the person in the painting was Li Youlang.
From then on, Jiang Yan knew that Song Yu was a special friend, but falling in love with a person he had never met just through a painting was a feeling that Jiang Yan could not understand.
If you don’t understand, you don’t understand, but you won’t interfere.
"Isn't "Pheasant Flying to the Sky" good to hear?"
Jiang Lun had obviously hid in a very inconspicuous place, but there was another person beside him. The boy and girl looked very heroic.
"From meeting to companionship, from destruction to rebirth, and finally still staying together, this tender song makes people sigh and sigh," Jiang Yan said.
"There is no need to tell others what you saw, because everyone sees the world differently due to different experiences and emotions, and the touch points they receive from "Pheasant Flying to the Morning".
You have seen destruction and rebirth, which means that you often wander between life and death, but I am different."
"What did you see?" Jiang Yan asked curiously.
"I saw an angler fishing by the river, but the two pheasants next to him were making annoying calls, and they ended up getting drunk."
"hold head high?"
Jiang Yan's expression was as ugly as that of Chi Xiang. With such a beautiful and gentle tune, he could see such a world where people burned harps and boiled cranes, which devastated the scenery. How terrible it must have been in his heart!
"I'm not the kind of person who can appreciate music. No matter how good I am at playing, it's better for me than fishing."
"I made a nest and can fish at night again tonight."