After everyone was in place, the stage slowly darkened.

On the big screen behind him, a scene slowly emerged.

A mist surged, and under the mist, light flowed.

Above the mist, the Chang'an Bell Tower and the bell before the bell tower can be faintly seen.

Suddenly, the bell on the bell tower was struck, and a streamer of light flew out of the bell, suspended in the air, and turned into a translucent bell.

As the bell is struck, the wave spreads from one side......

Longitudinal waves, transverse waves, and Rayleigh waves are chasing after you, and countless numbers, formulas, and symbols spread with the sound of fluctuations, like brilliant stars in the sky......

"Wow!"

"It's cool!"

Off the stage, many people's eyes widened.

Many of the people present were top students from prestigious schools, and some people saw the familiar formula and vaguely realized something.

Finite Element?

Zhu Qinan, who had already come to the front desk and was sitting to watch the performance, was even more eyeballed.

He felt that the teacher must have regretted that he didn't stay and couldn't see this scene at the scene!

Because, this is what they can't imagine after thinking and meditating, Gu Xiaobai uses his brain to calculate finite elements!

And not only did he do finite element calculations, but he also did more simulations!

No wonder he could change the tone of the bell with just two hands!

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

The melodious bell rang throughout the audience.

Then the bass flute in Gu Xiaobai's hand was raised and placed across his lips.

The low, wind-like sound of the double bass whistle sounded, and the huge bell glowing on the big screen suddenly turned into a streamer, re-plunged into the thick fog, and slowly melted into four big characters:

"Ancient Chang'an!"

Then, other words slowly emerged.

"Dizi Concerto "Ancient Chang'an". ”

"Original song: Madi. ”

Performance: Gu Xiaobai, Chang'an Symphony Orchestra. ”

"Ancient Chang'an" Introduction: Morning Bell of the Wild Goose Pagoda!

The words slowly dissipated, and the clouds and mist parted, turning into a picture of a bird's-eye view.

A majestic and prosperous ancient city, a majestic and handsome mountain......

Chang'an City!

Jungnan Mountain!

Under the stage, everyone's eyes widened, looking at the steep mountain and the looming majestic city.

It's like looking at flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, you can't see clearly, and you can't see it really.

History is like a faint veil, I stand here, you stand there.

The sound of the flute is distant, vast, and reverberates in the air, evoking a past that seems to never go back.

Suddenly, the flute trembled, and the camera in the air flew down, and on the stage, the triangle struck gently, and then the orchestra conductor raised his hands upward, and dozens of large and small violins played in unison!

The majestic string concerto enveloped everyone.

It's like a moment, pulling people into the world in that video.

The first movement of "Ancient Chang'an": Long and long end of Nanshan!

In the video, the camera is rapidly descending, and Zhongnan Mountain is also expanding rapidly, like an eagle falcon, passing through the clouds, through thousands of meters in the air, flying towards the verdant, handsome ancient famous mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a middle-aged general wearing a simple battle armor held a long knife at his waist and stared into the distance.

He had a thin face, five locks of long beard fluttering in the mountain wind, and when he blinked, deep crow's feet bloomed at the corners of his eyes.

Gu Xiaobai's flute was once again horizontally crossed to his mouth, and his voice was low, slow, and distant, with a slight trace of sadness.

The perspective slowly changed, and the middle-aged general's hair already had a trace of white hair.

The camera slowly zoomed out, and a young general stood behind him, pulling his hand, looking at his gaze, full of admiration.

"Wow!" everyone stared at the stage.

Because this young general is seven or eight points similar to Gu Xiaobai, but in terms of temperament, he is completely different.

Xiaobai is about to explode his acting skills again?

Disguise-level acting?

But I don't know who the general is? His face was full of wind and frost, but his eyes were as bright as stars, and between opening and closing, he was serious but with a hint of gentleness.

On the screen, the young general stretched out his hand and pointed to Chang'an City, pointing to the northwest of Chang'an City.

The middle-aged general turned sideways and looked in the direction of Chang'an City, and his face suddenly became extremely resolute.

The mountain wind blew, blowing the big curtain of the two people's battle armor, and the camera continued to zoom out, and countless sergeants were arranged from the winding in the mountains, like a torrent of black and red.

Gu Xiaobai's flute sounded softly, and the strings lined with melody in the back, like a general going on an expedition, accompanied by ten thousand troops.

This scene, coupled with the distant flute sound and the grand string music, makes people's blood boil.

The second general of Wei Huo, the Great Han Iron Army!

Two thousand two hundred years ago, Gu Xiaobai stood on the top of the mountain and pointed to the northwest.

"Uncle, if one day, the Xiongnu return to obedience, all nations surrender, and we no longer need to fight in all directions, what will you do?"

Wei Qing's face became resolute, and at that moment, he seemed to think of the countless years of conquest, the soldiers who died on the battlefield, the thousands of Han people, and the beautiful tomorrow depicted by Gu Xiaobai......

Then he said in a deep voice: "Go sick, you asked me to wear battle armor and lead three thousand soldiers to climb this steep Zhongnan Mountain, and stood here blowing the mountain wind for a long time, just to ask me this ???????"

Do you have itchy skin!!!!

Is it really three days without fighting, going to the house to uncover the tiles?

Gu Xiaobai: "Uh......"

Oops, is it going to be beaten?

Before Gu Xiaobai could escape, Wei Qing pulled the topic back again.

He sighed lightly, his face full of fascination: "If there is really that time, I will disarm and return to the field, ride a horse, bow on a horse, and if I still have leisure, I will go to see the great rivers and mountains that I have never been to......"

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai almost burst out laughing.

You, one of the two walls of the empire of the Han Dynasty, a peerless military god who has been passed down to future generations, are no different from a demolition household in the future!

Driving a luxury car, playing football, and traveling are really no dreams......

But before Gu Xiaobai could laugh out loud, he saw Wei Qing turn around and look to the northwest.

"If we can really calm the sea, if we can really make all the people happy...... If so......"

"I really want to see it...... he turned around and held Gu Xiaobai's hand, "When the time comes, go sick, and we will go together." ”

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai's smile froze instantly.

Then I almost cried.

He held Wei Qing's hand, raised his head, and tears rolled in the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't bear it and didn't shed it, just nodded vigorously and said, "Okay!"

"A word is a certainty!" Wei Qing's big hand held Gu Xiaobai's hand again, he turned his head, looking at this young man who was still childish, but had already made immortal achievements and was a champion, he stretched out his hand and gently touched his face.

I can still vaguely see the appearance of childhood, but I am already heroic.

That little urchin who always sat on my lap, he grew up.

No, maybe it hasn't grown up yet, but it's still naughty......

I'm so busy with military affairs, and they dragged me to this Zhongnan Mountain just to ask me a question...... I still have to travel a hundred miles to get back!

Forget it, though......

Wei Qing raised his head, and the mountain wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves and dust, blowing in the direction of Chang'an City in the north.

The sound of the big drum sounded, more and more urgent, and then the sound of the timpani joined, high and low, as if someone was one foot high and one foot low, to advance and retreat, to retreat, waving big sleeves, stepping on the song.

As soon as the picture turned, a white horse galloped, from Zhongnan Mountain, straight to Chang'an City!

Gu Xiaobai's flute was horizontal in his mouth, and his voice was like a horse's hooves, getting faster and faster.

Outside the city of Chang'an, people and cars come and go, bustling, dozens of people sing and dance, singing and dancing......

2nd Movement: Singing!