Why is Guo Dalu called Guo Cannon?

One is because this guy is gunpowder, and he will blow up like an artillery if he is short-tempered, and the other reason is that his scolding power is also comparable to that of a cannon. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His nickname for Guo Cannon's was not for nothing.

In a fit of anger today, Zhang Pingyun and Wu Minxia were bombarded at the rehearsal site, and everyone on the sidelines was dumbfounded.

"You...... You ......"

Zhang Pingyun trembled with anger, his mouth trembled, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Wu Minxia next to her also turned red, and said angrily: "Guo Dalu, what kind of quality are you?

Her angry eyes were on fire, "You have the ability, you can come! You have such a big breath, saying that Teacher Chen is playing cotton, saying that my tune is unstable and my fingering is average, you simply don't know how thick the sky is!"

"Teacher Zhang Pingyun, as the descendant of Master Wu Qingshan, is one of the inheritors of the country's intangible heritage, and I can be regarded as a first-class guzheng performer, what about you? What kind of thing are you? What qualifications do you have to point fingers at us?"

Guo Dalu said: "Bullshit first-class performer!"

He looked at the two of them, "I'll come, I'll come, you say I'm not qualified? Okay, I'll let you know if I'm qualified?"

Now the guqin and guzheng in the rehearsal scene have not been put away, they are being placed there upright, and Guo Dalu walked to the position of the guqin first.

He said as he walked: "Zhang Pingyun, I also know a few guqin tunes, the song you just played is called "Autumn Resentment in the Han Palace", isn't it?

Zhang Pingyun saw that although his words were vulgar, but when he talked about the guqin music, he went straight to the core, and in a few words, he made his playing level clear, and this time he turned his anger into surprise, and looked at Guo Dalu in disbelief, and said in his heart: "My teacher also said that I didn't play enough on weekdays, I emphasized resentment too much, and my style was too low, and it would never be easy for everyone, I was not convinced at the time, why did this rough man say so?"

He saw Guo Dalu sitting upright in front of the seven-stringed guqin, suddenly calmed down, his hands slowly went down to peace, and slowly pressed on both ends of the guqin, and he was curious, "What is he going to do? Can he really play the guqin? What are you kidding? A pig killer can also play the qin?"

At this moment, Guo Dalu's left hand was smooth, and his right hand suddenly waved on the strings, and a string of tinkling dong melodious sounds suddenly sounded in the scene.

Zhang Pingyun was even more shocked at this time, knowing that this is a powerful technique when the guqin master plays the guqin, just such a light stroke, the timbre and sound range of the entire guqin and even the material workmanship of the lyre itself can be tested and understood by the person who plays it in this stroke, and then the playing will make the most appropriate adjustments according to the material and timbre of the piano itself, so as to maximize the presentation of the piece played.

On this ability to listen to the sound, even Zhang Pingyun's teacher Wu Qingshan will not, but in the casual conversation to Zhang Pingyun about this matter, at that time the words were full of admiration, said: "Guqin attainments can reach that realm, then it can really be regarded as the world's masters! Unfortunately, now the sound of the qin is withering, the inheritance is severed, this kind of fingering can no longer be seen, only exists in legends!"

But now that this kind of fingering, which has been cut off from inheritance and only exists in legends, has reappeared in the world, Zhang Pingyun is both surprised and incredulous, "How can such a rough person be such a coarse person?

But as soon as the so-called connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, just now under Guo Dalu's stroke, like flowing clouds and water, like a breeze blowing slowly, naturally there is no half of fireworks, the purity of the piano sound, the melodious tune, it is the only one seen in Zhang Pingyun's life.

Just rang like this, and immediately attracted the hearts of everyone at the scene, and involuntarily looked in the direction of Guo Dalu.

Song Qian, who was in the scene, heard Guo Dalu's audition, she was full of excitement, she approached Wang Xiaolu and whispered: "Brother Dalu can still play the guqin?

Wang Xiaolu also looked at Guo Dalu in the field with a curious face, and explained to Song Qian: "Brother Dalu, this guy is very evil! In my impression, there seems to be nothing he doesn't know, but usually he only plays erhu and suona, and I have never seen him play this guqin, but he generally doesn't do things that he is not sure of, let's continue to look down to know." ”

At this time, Guo Dalu sat behind the guqin, shaped like an ancient bell, and a heroic spirit of generosity and sadness emanated from him unconcealably.

He pressed his right hand at the end of the piano and slowly slidied, a few deep sounds suddenly sounded, and then the sound sounded, the initial tone was flat and chic, giving people the feeling that it seemed to be a heroic person walking in the mountains without restraint, but after playing for a while, the piano suddenly became sad and indignant, it seems that this person's family suddenly suffered a tragedy, relatives were killed, a sense of righteous indignation and the sound of the piano was clearly revealed, the audience heard here all moved, and was touched by the sound of the piano, naturally revealing the color of grief and indignation.

As the sound of the piano continued to sound, the sound of the piano revealed a sense of fortitude and resoluteness, it seems that the person in the song has made up his mind to avenge his relatives, but the enemy is the king of the world, and it is difficult to enter, he went through a lot of hardships to enter the palace, assassinate the king, but failed to succeed, fortunately, the reaction was extremely fast, and escaped.

At this time, his appearance was already known to the king, and the painter had already drawn his image and hunted him all over the world.

At this point, the music suddenly changed from high pitch to out of tune, and it seemed that the person being hunted down was depressed and unsettled.

After the chaos, the tone becomes resolute and strong again, and the protagonist in the piano in order to avoid being chased and killed, swallows carbon and destroys his throat, disfiguring his appearance, and then begins to take revenge again.

Zhang Pingyun, who was listening to the music, exclaimed: "This is Nie Zheng! This must be Nie Zheng! This is Nie Zheng! This is Nie Zheng's assassination of the King of Han!"

The people who heard it next to him were all taken aback.

Someone was shocked and said, "Nie Zheng assassinated King Han?" Teacher Zhang, are you sure it was Nie Zheng who assassinated King Han?"

Zhang Pingyun said: "Except for this song, which one has such an impassioned style?"

Song Qian learned Western musical instruments in school, and she didn't know much about traditional music, at this time, seeing Zhang Pingyun's shocked face, she was suddenly a little confused, and approached Wang Xiaolu and said: "Xiaolu, I have heard the story of Nie Zheng's assassination of King Han, but I have never heard of the song, Teacher Zhang, they are so surprised, is this song very famous?"

Wang Xiaolu also looked shocked and disbelieving at this time, and said softly: "This Nie Zheng assassinated King Han and had another name. ”

Song Qian asked, "What's the name?"

Wang Xiaolu said: "That's the "Guangling San" played when Ji Kang was killed!"

Song Qianleng said: "Guangling San, oh my God, how is it possible? Isn't it lost?"