Wen Zheng looked back at the string that suddenly broke in silence without any warning.
He turned around again, looked at the Japanese leader, frowned and said, "Are you sure you want to continue?"
"I have said it before. If your heart is not right, it will be difficult to achieve happiness, so you can only make small fuss and fail to produce the solemn and magnificent elegant music and etiquette. Even if I teach you step by step, even if you all take it home and hide it, it will never happen.
Neither can be tamed."
He has seen the so-called traditional elegant music of the Japanese country. What should I say...
Tsk, it feels just like the opening ceremony, eerie and terrifying. Although the formation of this culture is also affected by historical environment, it is mainly due to humanistic factors.
Music can also be regarded as a concrete expression of people's internalized emotions.
A broken heart is equivalent to a broken water source. Just combing the river channels cannot solve the problem.
The leader of the Japanese team looked grim.
He couldn't defeat Wen Zheng, so he had to look at Zhang Ming and the dean, and said with a smile: "I don't understand why Mr. Wen Zheng is suspicious of us. We are friendly and sincerely exchange cultures. He will only destroy us by doing so."
friendship.”
"I have made a temporary decision. To show respect, we are willing to provide ten exchange student places to your school. We will cover all the expenses. In addition, we will provide an additional living allowance of 500,000 yuan every year. Those with outstanding performance will also receive 1 million.
Scholarships, of course, I’m not talking about Japanese coins. I hope you will treat friends with the same attitude, culture knows no borders.”
As soon as these words came out, the students of Imperial College were all stunned.
Go to Japan as an exchange student without spending a penny?
You get 500,000 for free every year, and if you perform well, you will get a scholarship of 1 million!
This is not about studying, it is simply about getting money and enjoying it. After we graduate, we may not be able to earn half a million a year.
The atmosphere of Japan!
Even though there is something wrong with this exchange student quota, it is worth a try.
Now is a civilized society. If I just take the money and leave, I guess they can’t do anything to me. They just don’t know what the conditions are to be selected.
"Haha, let's not talk about exchange students for now."
The dean laughed and declined politely.
Does he know what tricks the other party is playing?
Over the years, they have lured many young people from the Dragon Kingdom in the name of cultural exchanges. After returning to China, these people are distributed in all walks of life.
Someone once disclosed the details of this matter. The reason why the other party was so generous was simply to win people's hearts!
While the students were talking about it, the guzheng on the stage had been replaced with a new one.
Wen Zheng sat down again.
The leader of the Japanese team looked happy. Are the young people on the stage impressed by me?
Mr. Eguchi also ordered his entourage: "Hurry! This paragraph must be recorded, be careful!"
The guzheng plays again.
The scene immediately fell silent.
After a few seconds.
The leader of the Japanese team was surprised and said: "Isn't this the famous Pipa song, The Overlord Disarms?"
Mr. Eguchi shook his head and said in denial: "No, although it sounds similar, it's not Overlord Disarm. It should be a new song he adapted."
Wen Zheng on the stage did not choose to blindly pursue speed this time. Instead, he played relatively steadily and very heavily. Every sound of music that came to his ears seemed to make people feel that he was not in an auditorium, but in a ring.
The drums are beating and thousands of horses are neighing on the battlefield.
Suddenly, an arrow pierced the sky and shot towards the enemy camp.
What followed was a collision of feathers and arrows all over the sky.
Then, a fierce soldier raised his sword and started to charge with a roar.
The leader of the Japanese team was staring at the stage. He felt the sharp sound of the guzheng, as if it had really turned into a long knife or a sharp arrow, and was shooting towards him. He was so scared that he subconsciously leaned back.
Before he could calm down, Wen Zheng's technique suddenly changed, and the music suddenly became more rapid.
He seemed to see long spears coming from the stage. The bright red gun cherry blossoms were as red as blood. Although they were not as breathtaking as the cold light on the tip of the spear, they were enough to make his blood tremble.
Just when the leader of the Japanese team was nervous and waiting for death to come, he was about to scream in surprise.
He finally discovered that it was all an illusion.
Looking back at the people around him, the Japanese students only had solemn expressions on their faces, while the teachers had beads of sweat on their temples and foreheads. Their eyes looking towards the stage were filled with horror and fear.
His heart suddenly tightened and he turned around sharply.
But he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, like an environment of purgatory on earth, with countless innocent souls gathering from all directions.
One, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand!
The number of vengeful souls gathered increased, and in an instant the number had exceeded 300,000.
He didn't dare to look at them, didn't dare to face the scene in front of him, let alone recall the things they deliberately wanted to hide.
"ah!"
The leader of the Japanese team roared and fell to his knees on the ground like crazy. Shrouded in fear, he subconsciously kowtowed and begged for mercy.
Eguchi-kun and others were awakened from the music filled with murderous intent, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up and remind him to pay attention to his appearance.
The sound of the guzheng on the stage stopped in time.
All the Japanese people could not help but heave a sigh of relief. Only then did they realize that the cold sweat on their backs had wet their clothes.
Everyone at the Imperial Conservatory of Music looked at the Japanese people strangely.
There is murderous intention in the song, everyone can hear it, but what happened to them? As for being scared like this?
They must have done a lot of bad things, what would they be afraid of during a thunderstorm?
Lin Qi and Wang Sisi breathed the air greedily.
As soon as the guzheng played just now, they clearly felt the murderous intention in the music, and subconsciously held their breath. Fortunately, the music was not long, otherwise it would be suffocating.
Zhang Ming also breathed a long sigh of relief and murmured: "What kind of method is Wen Zheng using?"
A folk music professor said firmly: "The skill is at its peak. First it is fascinating, and then the emotions in the music suddenly burst out. As long as you listen carefully, people immersed in the music can only follow the emotions expressed by the musical notes."
"To put it simply, it's the same as you usually being moved to tears when listening to music. It's just that Wen Zheng's song is even more powerful."
The guzheng major professor added another sentence.
Everyone suddenly realized this and couldn't help but look at Wen Zheng on the stage with awe.
The leader of the Japanese team felt that they were surviving a disaster, so he stepped forward calmly and asked, "What kind of song is this?"
"Zheng Feng!"
After Wen Zheng answered in a deep voice, he took a few steps forward, "How about it? Are you sure you can learn this move by taking pictures with equipment? As the same saying goes, happiness comes from the heart. If the heart is not right, happiness will never be achieved.
I think this is the end of the teaching. If you really want to communicate, we welcome you."
Eguchi-kun was about to speak.
The leader of the Japanese team stopped him, looked at Wen Zheng and everyone in the college and said with a smile: "That's the end of the exchange meeting, but I still hope that your school will give my students an opportunity to visit and study, so that we can really discuss some music issues.
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Naturally, it is not easy for the dean to reach out and hit the smiling person. Since the communication is sincere, he still has to receive it.
After everything is settled, both parties will go to rest separately for the time being.
After the meeting.
Wen Zheng declined the school's invitation to a thank-you banquet and left the school in a low-key manner with the three girls who respected him as a god.
The Japanese leader took the people back to the hotel where they were staying and immediately summoned his entourage.
He ordered: "Immediately collect information on Wen Zheng. I must bring this young man into our camp. He will be of great use in the future!"
The attendant reminded: "Judging from his attitude towards us, this may not be realistic."
The leader of the Japanese team suddenly remembered the terrifying murderous intention of the song "Zheng Feng". Although he was still frightened, he still sneered: "There is no one who cannot be bribed. If there is, it must be because there are not enough chips or the method is wrong."
He took off his glasses and wiped them, and continued: "A little bit of testing, a little bit of penetration. Until they become numb, until their generation naturally thinks that this is good. When the generation that opposes it disappears completely, our plan will be gone."
It's done, the future still belongs to us. No one will remember or know what really existed on this land."
The attendant lowered his head and listened, unable to control the excitement on his face.
The leader of the Japanese team then ordered: "Under arrangement, I would like to meet Mr. Gao, and the place will be on the campus where he grew up. That is our place."