As if he hadn't seen such a person, Su Mo stepped around him and stood still in front of Xu Chen, stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, and praised: "Yes, the craftsmanship is good." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 With that, he walked to the piano platform and stood still, stretched out his hand and plucked the strings lightly, making a crisp sound.

Xu Chen hadn't withdrawn from the excitement yet, and was praised by Su Mo like this, and his face flushed by three points.

Hua Long twitched the corner of his eyes, and his face suddenly turned blue. On weekdays, he is scolded by Li Zhaoxian like a grandson, who makes the family have a terrible father?

Even so, he hid that resentment deep in his heart. But this Su Mo, what kind of thing is he, he dares to ignore himself.

Hua Long wanted to rush up and slap this bastard fiercely, just wanted to measure the difference in the strength of the two, and thought about Li Zhaoxian's plan, so he could only snort in the end, and said coldly: "Master Su, remind you, Gulu! Don't take out your folk slang songs." ”

Su Mo sat down on his knees in front of the piano table, without raising his head, waving his hand as if chasing flies.

Hua Long's face flashed with purple again, he stared at it resentfully, turned around and pulled Xu Chen, who was still stupid, and walked back.

Seeing Su Mo sitting down, the scholars in the audience gradually quieted down again. Xiang Wen Wuqing Su Gongzi Yashan music, but I don't know what kind of good music will be played today. It would be so exciting to have a new tune come out. You must know that this time it is the ancient law that is requested.

From the moment Su Mo sat in front of the piano table, he began to calm his mind and adjust the rhythm of his breathing. Guqin playing is the most important state of mind, quiet is elegant, and floating is impetuous.

As for the repertoire, he naturally had a plan. He wasn't really good at the guqin, but he had studied the guitar for a while before practicing the guitar. Seriously, he was actually only familiar with one tune, and he didn't know how many times he had played it thousands of times in order to practice.

The so-called practice makes perfect, not to mention that he has some talent for music, even if a pig practices all day long, he can also practice extremely high attainments.

This song is a famous song that later generations are familiar with: Spring River Flower Moon Night.

The Spring River Flower Moon Night is actually a later name, the first one was called "Sunset Xiao Drum", which is a pipa song. Later, it was renamed according to the Tang poem "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night".

The score of "Sunset Xiao Drum" was first seen in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, known as the "first hand in the south of the Yangtze River" at that time, the music master Ju Shilin passed on the "idle narrative of the quiet sound" pipa score, and then in 1925, Liu Yaozhang and Zheng Jinwen of the Shanghai Datong Music Association adapted it into a national orchestra for the first time, and according to the poetic and picturesque artistic conception of this song, it was named "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

Later, it was adapted into piano music, a forest ensemble quintet and even a symphonic painting. At the end of the 80s, classical guitarist Yin Biao adapted it into a guitar piece and named it "Xunyang Night Moon".

Su Mo was familiar with this song back then.

Since it is "Xunyang Night Moon", it naturally describes the night scene of Xunyang. Xunyang is the Jiujiang River of Jiangxi in later generations, and the theme is the tune of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. In order to practice this song, Su Mo even went to Jiujiang to feel the artistic conception of the song.

Therefore, when Hualong's gang proposed that the ancient law must prevail, he pretended to be impatient and said that he would win or lose with a song. It's really just this one song that he really can only have.

The melodious sound of strings sounded without warning, and the prelude to the start was a rapid wheel finger. This prelude was originally supposed to be played on the pipa, and the timbre of the pipa was cool and crisp, and it sounded absolutely like the ancient poem described: big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

However, at this moment, it was played by the guqin, but in the roar of the storm, there was a little more ancient rhyme.

As mentioned earlier, this Spring River Flower Moon Night first appeared in the Qing Dynasty, which means that it has not yet appeared at this time, so naturally, it has become Su Gongzi's new work.

The Spring River Flower Moon Night belongs to a kind of lyrical freehand song, with an elegant and beautiful melody. The artistic conception is far-reaching, full of poetry, full of pictures, and full of imaginative tension, which can be called a work of poetry, painting and music.

Su Mo played intently on the stage, but in a moment he sank into the artistic conception of the song. A heart also wandered as if returning to the night of traveling through Jiujiang that day, as if dreaming for hundreds of years.

Everyone in the audience listened to it as if they were drunk, and the strings in their ears were dingdong, and Yayun was born. It seems that a beautiful and tranquil landscape picture scroll is gradually opening up in front of me:

On the quiet night of spring, the moon rises in the east mountain, the twilight drum sends away the sunset, and the sound of the flute ushers in the evening of the full moon......

In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the guqin was still dominated by ancient rhyme, and the sound of playing was mostly a long single note, dragging the melody;

And Su Mo's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", which has been adapted several times in later generations, is also full of ancient meaning, with ancient rhyme and ancient rhythm as the backbone, but in terms of fingering skills, it is more focused on the frequency of quick conversion, in order to demonstrate the relaxed and cheerful artistic conception in the song.

In the final analysis, this qin song is still adapted from the pipa song. But the impact of this technique on the people of the world at this time is undoubtedly huge.

Among the people who came with Su Mo, although they were like Zhang Yue, they were also familiar with some music and rhythm, but most of them just listened to it and felt very good, and they knew it but didn't know why.

However, it fell on Wang Yu's ears, but it made her heart be attracted tightly in an instant. Between the hooking, wiping, picking, and sliding of Su Mo's fingertips, the ten short sections of the whole song had just played the third section, and they completely conquered Wang Yu's ears.

At this moment, her small mouth was slightly open, the two small hands hidden in her sleeves were tightly clenched, her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were staring at the front so obsessively. It seemed that he was staring at something, but in fact, his eyes were unfocused, and his mind had long been brought to the Nine Heavens Cloud by this song.

The four judges on the stage, including Mao Ji, were also stunned at this time, and they were shocked by this song. Older people like Xie Duo and Kong Hongxu are even more taken by God, and in an instant, they seem to be already in the water town south of the Yangtze River, the bright moon and the Qingjiang River. For a while, my mind was full of thoughts, and countless images passed through my mind.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. It is the sound that has the ear and the sound has the heart. When it came to the last two sections: the evening view and the return to the boat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise in my heart.

It is that Shaohua is no more, youth is gone, and the sunset is infinitely better, just a sigh near dusk. The youth of the past has been like a passing cloud and never returned, today the old man is dying, the lead is gone, Fang Wu is plain and true, and the poetry and clouds paint the rain magnificently.

The murmuring sound of the piano continued, like waves of river water, washing away the impetuousness, utilitarianism, humiliation, and gloom in people's hearts, and re-revealing the original clear and clear beginning.

There was silence and intoxication on and off the stage. While looking at the shed, Hua Long and the others couldn't help but look extremely embarrassed when they saw the appearance of everyone. But Li Zhaoxian closed his eyes slightly, his face looked like crying and laughing, his muscles twitched slightly, and he didn't see the resentment and hatred that he had half a minute ago.

Unlike Hualong and others, he has a much deeper background after all. Therefore, the perception of this sound is also more thorough.

Unconsciously, the wealth and glory of these years, the brocade clothes and angry horses flashed in my mind one by one, and when I looked back at this time, there was no trace of half of it, leaving a sense of melancholy. What fame, fortune, and fame, what family lineage is noble, in the end it is all nothing, and in the tide singing at night, in the light of the water and the moonlight, all of them turn into a sigh.

What are you pursuing? Are the generous aspirations, the heroic words, and the spirit of Lingyun right or wrong?

At this moment, Li Zhaoxian was deeply confused.

Murmuring, Su Mo's fingertips on the stage swiped lightly, a few short notes splashed out, and finally the song stopped. It's just that although the music stopped, the afterglow did not fade, and the entire venue was still silent for half a day, and no one made any sound.

It wasn't until Su Mo finally let out a long breath and slowly stood up that everyone woke up suddenly. There was a moment of stagnation, and then suddenly like a tsunami landslide, applause erupted, and the clouds over the venue were stirred for a long time.

Su Mo smiled, bowed slightly, and clasped his fists to salute the Quartet. It was only at the end that he turned his head to look at the quiet Li Zhaoxian and the others, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

On the judges' bench on the stage, Xie Duo and Kong Hongxu still did not break away from that artistic conception, both of them were old with tears in their eyes, their faces were languishing, and they were stunned.

Hu Guangjian looked at the young man on the stage, sighed lightly, shook his head and said bitterly: "His skills are amazing, almost like the Tao, and they are the same." ”

Mao Ji was concerned, and involuntarily nodded in agreement. It's just that he is different from Hu Guangjian's simple appreciation, and at this moment his heart is even more mixed and complicated.

The battle between Su Mo and Li Zhaoxian undoubtedly ended with Su Mo's complete victory and Li Zhaoxian's complete defeat. For the rest of the people present, it doesn't matter who wins or loses, it's just an extra visual feast.

However, for him, I am afraid that the trouble has just begun. Li Zhaoxiang was defeated and lost, not only because he lost face, but also because his father Li Dongyang and the face of the Li family were lost.

Although Li Dongyang was a court elder and a scholar of Hanlin University, the world regarded him as a literati. Nine times out of ten, they will think that the Li family must be a scholarly family and a family of poets and heirlooms.

However, the fact is that the Li family was actually born in the army for generations, entered the Beijing division and guarded, and is still a member of the Jinwu Zuowei. Li Dongyang is really an outlier, he has been outstanding in writing since he was a child, and he has gone through hardships all the way to his current status.

Although the Ming Dynasty did not emphasize literature and ignore military force as in the Song Dynasty, it is an undeniable fact that the scholars and martial arts are idle. Therefore, after Li Dongyang emerged, he tried his best to perform, and finally stood above the court with the word "plan". When it comes to home, it is an intention to deliberately dilute the Li family's martial arts.

And Li Zhaoxian, as the son of the Li family and the successor of Li Dongyang, has always been in Beijing with the aura of the first talent, which fully demonstrates this. Through the operation of two generations of father and son, almost no one remembers the past of the Li family, and they all regard it as a natural choice for leaders in the literary world.

However, Li Zhaoxian's recent failure, or this kind of failure that cannot be concealed at all, is afraid that it will be a heavy blow to Li Dongyang's business for decades. Under this kind of blow, although it has nothing to do with him Mao Ji, who dares to guarantee that Li Dongyang will not hold a grudge against himself under his anger?

I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to participate in this cultural meeting this time.

He sighed secretly in his heart, turned his eyes to see the state of Xie Duo and the three of them, and then looked at the excited scholars in the audience, as well as the contrast between Su Mo and Li Zhaoxian, who were calm and quiet, and the other side was depressed, and hesitated for a long time, but finally could only sigh deeply and slowly stand up.

No matter how much he didn't want to, but at this moment, he could only rush the ducks to the shelves and stand up to announce the results of the competition. After all, for now, he is the one with the highest status.

Quietly taking a deep breath again, the light in his eyes flashed, he walked to Taichung, his eyes swept around, and he raised his breath and said: "This competition, the winner, Wuqing Sumo!"