At the beginning of the second movement, the flute sounds a little calmer.

The light around him also dimmed, and Gu Xiaobai stood in the dark, quietly playing the flute.

The surface of the lake lit up, as if it was coming out of the water, revealing light, attracting everyone's attention.

A small boat, floating on the lake.

Around Hoan Kiem Lake, all eyes were on the boat.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation all around.

Above the lake, there was a dark shadow stirring, and a large turtle swam up from the lake with its head and tail.

This picture is so realistic, it is impossible to distinguish the real from the false in the dark night, and this big turtle still holds a cold and shining sword in its mouth.

Suncheon Sword!

Seeing this scene made all the Vietnamese people present even more excited.

This is the legend of Li Li, the founding monarch of the Later Li Dynasty!

Of course, there was one person in the crowd who was more excited than the others.

Pei Guangrong stood up with a thud and stared at the lake.

On the surface of the lake, on a small boat, a figure stood faintly.

Seeing that figure, Pei Guangrong's eyes widened, sure enough, it was me!

Wait, how does this guy know what I look like?

Thinking about the previous battlefield battle, which was so similar to the scene when he died, the more Pei Guangrong thought about it, the more strange he felt.

Of course, he didn't know that this picture was actually taken by the system from his experience to Gu Xiaobai.

On the boat, Li Li got the sword from the mouth of the big turtle.

Its name is "Suncheon".

Heavenly!

The sword is raised, and the cold light shines!

In an instant, the picture returned to the battlefield, Li Li, who was holding the Shuntian sword, fought with another team of Ming troops on the battlefield, and the main generals on both sides were already blood-stained in their robes, fighting to the death.

On the battlefield, you come and go, and blood flows like a river.

When the two sides finally withdrew their troops, the remnant sun was like blood, and the battlefield was full of corpses.

Li Li raised the long sword in his hand, and under the sun, the long sword was like frost.

Across the battlefield, the two main generals looked at each other from afar.

Then there was a "bell" and the bell rang.

Mingjin, collect the troops!

On the battlefield, the two sides gathered their own bodies, buried and burned them, and intertwined with each other, but did not interfere with each other.

On both sides of the war, the two main generals looked at each other, hundreds of meters apart, but they seemed to have a decision at the same time.

Peace!

What is Suncheon?

The country and the people are happy, and the destiny of heaven is like this!

Gu Xiaobai's flute sound became calm and gentle.

The general also reported to the court, and the soldiers were disarmed and returned to the field.

Forge swords as hoes and plows, and plough the banks of the Red River.

When the flames of war are extinguished, the light of civilization is restored again, when trade resumes again, when the border gates no longer disturb each other, everything is peaceful......

Of course, it is the ordinary people who benefit.

The picture swept past the walled cities, smiling faces everywhere.

In the faint sound of the flute, there are parents' concern for their children, the wife's attachment to her husband, and the children's concern for their father.

That faint thought, like the water of the Red River, slowly seeped into the hearts of all the audience.

Peace is so precious.

The country is peaceful, and the people are obedient.

This is the destiny of heaven......

The second movement ends slowly.

At this moment, the whole scene was in chaos.

People have long since stopped sitting in their seats, most of them can't help but stand up, and some have even walked to the lake.

At this moment, this lake is the real stage.

The four sides of Hoan Kiem Lake, where the mist is steaming, are densely packed with countless people.

This is where the third movement begins.

3rd Movement: Return the Sword!

Return your Shuntian sword, exchange me for a lake!

The flute is cheerful and eager.

The bell shattered but did not disperse.

The bells and flutes are cut into each other, mixed but not chaotic.

On the screen, countless people are rebuilding their homes and cultivating the land.

They were busy, sweaty, but smiling.

On the riverbank, where two soldiers were dying, a young man dug up the blood-soaked earth with a hoe and planted seeds.

Then, the seeds were growing rapidly, and the picture suddenly rose up, and the blood-soaked battlefield had turned into a golden field.

No matter how much the culture of the people of China, Japan, South Korea, and Vietnam changes, one thing will never change.

Industrious.

With both hands, they can pick up swords, but they never let go of their hoes.

The deep attachment to the land is engraved in the bones of the Han cultural circle.

All the pictures gradually faded away, and on Hoan Kiem Lake, the leaf boat reappeared.

On the boat, a man, with a sword at his waist, stood at the bow of the boat.

Suddenly, the lake fluctuated, and the turtle reappeared.

Its mouth twitched before the bow of the boat, as if to say something.

On the boat, the man shook his head, as if rejecting its request.

He pointed to the north, as if to say what would happen to the north, to continue to use this sword to defend against foreign enemies, and to continue to fight on the battlefield.

The turtle shook its head and sank underwater.

In the next second, there was no wind and waves on the lake, and the waves were turbulent.

On the surface of the lake, the man was helpless and threw the long sword in his hand into the water.

As the lake calmed down, the turtle surfaced, biting its sword, swinging its limbs, and slowly swimming away.

The man stood on the boat, looking at the calm mirror-like water, thoughtful.

Return your Shuntian sword and exchange me for a lake.

In fact, at this time, the meaning of the music is obvious.

As long as you don't try to use force, everything will be peaceful.

What is the use of such a divine weapon as the Shuntian Sword?

As a result, it was hundreds of years of peace, and the north and the south were at peace.

Here, Gu Xiaobai's intentions are also vividly expressed.

Today and now, but it is a shame on oneself.

The third movement is the softest in the whole piece.

But in terms of musicality, it is the music that shocked Vietnamese musicians the most.

They have felt the majesty of Gu Xiaobai's bell and drum harp shaking for hundreds of miles, and they have felt the power of the bell ringing and the heaven and earth changing color.

But in this movement, the bell is like a baby's breath, smooth like chocolate, clear as a triangle, and playful as a music box.

The control of the timbre is simply amazing.

It can be steel and soft, big and small, how magical.

And Gu Xiaobai's intentions, this movement is also the sharpest.

Don't provoke enemies you can't deal with.

If Gu Xiaobai said this sentence in other ways, I am afraid that the whole audience would explode.

But at this moment, Vietnamese musicians can only listen quietly.

There is not even room for rebuttal.

This is Gu Xiaobai's music!

This is Zhong Jun!

No, he's not just Zhong Jun!

A Zhong Jun, how can he describe his music in case?

This teenager is the only outstanding musician they have ever seen in their lives!

When the aftermath of this movement dissipated, the scene was still quiet and audible.

After a few breaths of silence, suddenly, the bell rang again!

“Duang~~~”

The heavy bell shook the whole of Hanoi.

Fourth Movement: The Dragon!

The sunrise is bright in the east, and the bell is in the south of Xinjiang!