This is a welcoming team.

The groom was dressed in black and red, sitting in front of the car, looking forward to it, and the entourage behind him was also dressed in black embellished with red, and walked with the wind.

The band playing in the back played a section after walking a mile, and when it encountered a lot of people, it also played a section, attracting a group of people to watch the excitement to follow, and dozens or hundreds of adults and children gathered.

Gu Xiaobai and Little Mozi followed behind the convoy, and after the band played four times, they came to a village.

The village is not big, there is a big house at the end of the central road, before the big house, it has already been lit up, many people are waiting outside, and the band is invited to play outside the door, and the sound of blowing and blowing is heard from a long distance, and the people who are watching the excitement nearby gather in a large circle.

This is obviously a marriage between two large families, people who help idle, and people who watch the excitement, and they can count hundreds of them, more than Gu Xiaobai saw at the set.

When he entered the village, the musician behind the groom's carriage shook his head and began to play.

As if he wanted to compete with the groom's musician, the woman's musician was not to be outdone, and as soon as he said hello, he the guy.

The groom's car stopped outside the mansion, and the musicians on both sides worked hard against each other.

If you blow the flute, I will hit the building, if you beat the drum, I will hit the cymbal, if you blow a dazzling trick, I will come to a long sound that does not breathe, and you come and I will not be lively.

When the song was about to end, and the musicians on both sides looked tired, the groom breathed a sigh of relief, and it was over.

All the grooms must be nervous and happy when they come to greet their relatives.

Just when Sina felt that the dust had settled and there would be no more branches, and he was about to come to the door to greet his relatives, he heard a long sound of "woo", which came from not far away.

Then the three spouts of "Woo Li ↗, Woo ↗ Li, Woo ↗ Li, Woo Li ↗, ......" sounded.

General Xiaobai came out of the oblique stab.

The flute made by Gu Xiaobai is an E-key flute, which belongs to the alto flute, and under the blessing of Gu Xiaobai's breath and flute membrane resonance, it is overwhelming in an instant.

There was no flute, no sheng, and none of them could be beaten, and they were all trampled under the feet of this flute.

The penetrating sound of the flute, like a sharp blade, cut through the festive atmosphere and injected a wisp of slaughter into it.

With a "bang", everyone subconsciously turned their heads and looked at Gu Xiaobai.

The musicians also turned their heads, but six out of ten of these musicians were blind, and they could not see with their eyes and could only listen with their heads sideways.

Gu Xiaobai's eyes were lowered, he didn't look at everyone, his body fell together, and the trembling sound of his fingers like crying exploded all over the audience in an instant.

Almost all of them feel that their scalps are numb, their backs are itchy, and every hair on their bodies seems to stand up.

Then, the sound of the flute was low, the wind blew the treetops, and the mournful flute sound shuttled through it, except for the sound of breathing and the wind, only the sound of Gu Xiaobai's flute was left on the scene.

After a few descending phrases, Gu Xiaobai's body trembled again, his hands sank, and the qi tremor of the dantian made the timbre tremble like a sob, creating a more mournful atmosphere.

Then, after a short pause, the descending tune sounded again, and after the fluttering timbre, the weakly blown treble was as thin as a gossamer, lingering in the ears.

It crushes people's hearts.

Last time, Gu Xiaobai blew this song "Qinchuan Love", which was murderous and domineering.

But today, there is only a sadness left, which is heartbreaking.

After the half-song, one of the people present counted one, and tears came down.

I don't know who suddenly started sobbing, this can be regarded as a bad head, and the scene that was originally very festive suddenly became sad.

The emotional threshold of modern people is very high, so the emotions of music have always been warm, and the tunes and techniques are far more intense and advanced than the music played by these musicians.

Who has heard this kind of music, this kind of technique, who has ever seen it?

Musical instruments that have never been seen before, music that I have never heard before, and the sound of the flute, Gu Xiaobai has mastered the atmosphere of the audience.

Even if there is no ontological appearance, even if there is no amplification equipment, as long as this brain and this soul are still there, Gu Xiaobai is still Gu Xiaobai.

With a musical instrument in hand, he is an omnipotent god on the stage!

Even if you don't have a stage and you don't wear panties!

Suddenly, a howl came from the courtyard, but it was the mother of the married girl, who couldn't bear it anymore and began to cry.

"Alas...... Don't cry, don't cry...... Zhongtu, you go outside and see, who is playing this kind of lamentation, give me a beating and drive it away!" But the old man who married the girl was unhappy and said loudly.

I saw a young man rushing out of the courtyard with several menacing entourage.

It seems that this young man is the so-called Zhongtu.

"Brother Xiaobai!" The little moth had been staring at Gu Xiaobai with wide eyes, and the stars were shining in his eyes, and his face was full of admiration.

At this moment, his face changed greatly in fright, and he grabbed the corner of Gu Xiaobai's clothes.

Since he was a child, Gu Xiaobai no longer knows how many people have seen the adoring eyes, I don't know why, seeing the adoring eyes of the little moth, Gu Xiaobai, who could handle everything indifferently in the past, felt a little proud.

Brother Xiaobai, I'm amazing.

I'll give you something more dazzling!

He glanced at the big man who rushed out and was menacing, and winked at the little moth, not flustered at all.

Isn't it just death, what are you afraid of!

It's a big deal to get beaten again!

The menacing Zhong Rabbit was about to be killed in front of Gu Xiaobai, and at this moment, the flute sound in Gu Xiaobai's mouth changed.

The song "Qin Chuan Love" has already blown to the middle section, and Gu Xiaobai suddenly shook his head and blew it.

The mournful flute sound turned into a cheerful tune, which made people can't help but shake along.

Zhong Tu, who was originally full of anger, just stretched out a big hand, and suddenly his body twitched, and the big hand that came over turned into a beat.

The musicians, who were bouting their eyes, were more sensitive to the music, nodding their heads to the rhythm of the music one by one, like a group of turtles basking in the sun on the beach.

The villagers who were watching the excitement on the side were already jumping up with their hands.

Even the horse pulling the carriage shook its ears to the beat, almost kicking out one of the attendants next to him.

Zhongtu listened to the cheerful tune and nodded with satisfaction, this is like words!

I turned around and was going to go back to my life.

Seeing that Zhongtu was leaving, Gu Xiaobai's mouth changed rhythm, and suddenly another long note blew out, like a basin of cold water splashed down, and the cheerful mood instantly turned into grievance.

Zhong Tu's face changed, he paused, and wanted to turn back, but the rhythm of the tune instantly accelerated again, and Gu Xiaobai shook his head again.

The basin of cold water just now was boiled in an instant.

Nakatu found that his feet couldn't help it, and he wanted to dance!

But it thought beautifully, Gu Xiaobai's tune changed again, and a basin of cold water was splashed down.

Sometimes, rhythm is actually more important than melody to affect people's mood.

Speed up a sad and slow song three times to make people fly happily.

Slowing down a dance song three times can make the mood heavier than working on a Monday.

The tune in Gu Xiaobai's mouth has not changed, but the rhythm is unpredictable, one will be faster and one will be slow, if it goes back and forth three or five times, Zhongtu is really going to cry.

"What do you want, musician?"

What do you want?

Gu Xiaobai stopped, put the bamboo flute in his sleeve, and raised his head.

Since you asked sincerely, then I will answer you.

"My brother and sister have been struggling for many days, and we just want to exchange a flute for a bite to eat. ”

"That's it?" Zhong Tu glared, you just made us cry and laugh for a while just to beg for food?

Today my sister got married, big brother!

"Someone, bring some food for this musician!" Zhong Tu commanded, turning around.

There is nothing else today, but there is a lot of food to prepare, after all, there is a lot of help.

Behind, the little moth tugged Gu Xiaobai's clothes.

"By the way, some more melons and fruits. ”

The little moth tugged at Gu Xiaobai's clothes again.

"Better have two more roast chickens. ”

The little moth finally stopped pulling his clothes.

Zhongtu sighed sadly: "...... Good!"

Did I meet a robber?

(Note: Actually, the volume of the sheng is quite large, but that is the modern sheng, and the ancient sheng should not be so loud.) Otherwise, there will not be an allusion to hundreds of people playing the flute, indiscriminately filling the number, the flute and the sheng are similar musical instruments, and the flute is a little bigger.

Renote: Was the emotional threshold of the ancients high or low? Long-term suffering will make people numb, but they have not experienced the impact of various information explosions and various arts, so they ...... When it comes to the appeal of art, it should be lower than the current threshold. For example, the description of "March does not know the taste of meat" and "the lingering sound lingers for three days" is unlikely to appear now. ）