The hole flute originated from the bone whistle in ancient times, and the flute has the same origin, from the initial five holes, to the final eight holes, to the Western Jin Dynasty, the production process of the hole flute has been almost the same as the modern one, and the Eastern Jin Dynasty also produced several hole flutes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Uncle Bao, wait a minute!"

As he spoke, Yan Meng stood up, turned into the screen in the room, and when he came out again a moment later, he already had a pale yellow bamboo flute in his hand.

"Uncle Bao to see if this one works!"

Wei Jie's take a look, the first five after one of the typical six-hole hole flute of the two Jin Dynasty period, the weight is not light or heavy, it is very handy, the silk is fine, round and straight, the thickness is moderate, the light yellow color with black markings, at first glance it is not an ordinary hole flute.

Subconsciously, Wei Jiejie put the dong flute to his mouth, tried the timbre, and simply blew a long sound, and listened to the dong flute make a soft, soothing, and elegant sound.

"Good flute!" Wei Jie's couldn't help but appreciate it, and he couldn't put it down a little bit.

"Shubao is really knowledgeable, this hole flute is Ke Ting flute, Cai Yong Ke Ting took bamboo back then, the best in the flute!" Yan Meng saw that Wei Jie's liking was happy, and said with a smile.

"Could it be that Uncle Bao is good at?"

The volume of the dong flute was small, and its use was much smaller than that of other musical instruments, and it was not widely circulated at that time, and there were not many people who liked to blow the flute, let alone those who were good at it.

"A little research!" Wei Jie looked at the Ke Ting Di in his hand, and was still thinking in his heart why it was called Ke Ting Di even though it was a branch flute!

"Meng Meng likes to play games, why don't you play a game with Shubao today?"

"Huh?"

Yan Meng's eyes suddenly lit up, this was the first time that Wei Jie's initiative to play a game, and he was immediately interested, and said happily: "Uncle Bao, just let the horse come!" ”

"I'll play a piece of music with the hole flute first, if Meng Meng can completely restore it with your piano sound, how about you win?" Wei Jie said with a smile.

"If Meng Meng can't be restored, don't ask Wei Jie, Wei Zhi won't tell you the score!"

Wei Jie's move is to increase the fun of the game, and the other is to avoid falling into the embarrassing situation of not being able to compose music, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

"Uncle Bao, please, listen to me!"

Xiaoao Jianghu Song is adapted from the Qingxin Pushan Mantra, whether it is the piano score or the flute score, Wei Jie's heart is already familiar, and he no longer shirks at the moment, so he uses the Keting flute in his hand to blow out a piece of the piano song in the Xiaoao Jianghu Song.

The original name of the Pu'an mantra is the Pu'an mantra, which is created by the Pu'an Zen master during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the melody is clear, the tune is soft, and it sounds like the morning dew silently moistens the petals, the breeze blows the willows low, and the smoke that I heard for the first time is suddenly difficult to help myself, and I can't help but dance with the sound of the flute of the guard.

As soon as the song was played, Wei Jiejie lowered the hole flute, smiled and looked at Yan Meng, who was still unable to indulge in the period and couldn't extricate himself, without making a sound to disturb, and after a while, Yan Meng stopped dancing with slightly red cheeks, pursed his lips and said, "Meng Meng is out of shape!" ”

Wei Jie, shaking his head slightly, said with a smile: "It's exciting, it's natural, why is it out of shape, but can it be restored to the sound of the piano?" ”

"Can you tell me the name of this song?" Yan Meng nodded slightly and said expectantly.

"Purifying Mantra!" Wei Jie rubbed his head before replying.

"The song is a good song, but I feel that the period is not mellow enough, and it seems that something is missing!" Smoke suddenly frowned thoughtfully and said.

"If Meng Meng can restore the previous sound of the flute into the sound of the piano, the guard will fill in the missing ones!"

The ensemble of the qin and flute, just the music of the qin, is naturally not mellow enough, and it is also played by the flute instead of the qin, and the current Wei Jiejie said confidently.

Yan Meng didn't speak, first lightly buttoned the strings, adjusted the piano sound, after a short period of perception and recollection, the sound of the piano floated out from the Yan Mian's fingertips, Wei Jie was stunned for a moment, and almost forgot to play with it.

It's not yet noon, there are almost no guests in the Qinhuai Building, Rao is so, the maids in the Qinhuai Building, the attendants, and the pianist singers, etc., as long as they hear the sound of this ensemble, they all stop to listen, look at each other, this song is a song of laughter and sorrow, and the score of forgetting the machine has the same effect, the difference is that the climax of the end of the song of laughter and anger gradually turns to passion, there is a shocking feeling.

"Under Komatsu's guidance, the young master's musical attainments are getting higher and higher!"

With the end of the last note of Wei Jie's and Yanmeng's two, everyone in the building woke up as if they were in a different world, looking at Fei Fei, whose eyes were full of little stars, Xiao Song, who had been entangled by his side, suddenly screamed in his heart and said in a troubled manner.

"Under your direction?" Fei Fei looked at Komatsu with a disbelieving face, looking horizontally and vertically, this Komatsu is not this material!

"Fei Fei doesn't believe it?" Xiao Song suddenly came to his senses, he had been entangled for so long, this was the first time Fei Fei had taken care of him.

"Don't you think that our young master seems to be a different person now? Have you become more mature and attractive? ”

Fei Fei nodded thoughtfully, in the past few months, Wei Rank has indeed changed a lot, which is also the direct reason why she is tempted by Wei Rank.

"Any idea why?" Komatsu continued with a smug expression.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, Fei Fei, it's actually all my Komatsu's credit! Since the conflict between my young master and Mr. Xie Kun, Xiao Song has painstakingly persuaded my young master that men can't eat just by their faces, they must have connotation! ”

"It is no exaggeration to say that I, Xiao Song, am the guiding light of our young master, Fei Fei, you see, now that the effect is out, what a connotative person our young master is now, he can play such a heavenly song with your young lady!"

"Really?" Fei Fei looked at Xiao Song, who couldn't stop at all, and then looked upstairs, I didn't know what to think, my cheeks couldn't help but blush, I didn't pay attention to Xiao Song, and took care of making tea and cutting fruit for Wei Jie.

"Uncle Bao! The ears are drunk, and the heart is drunk! The smoky hand was still lightly pressed on the strings, and his face was rosy, and he said a little happily.

"If you like it, you win!" At this time, Wei Jie's self-indulgence was also drunk, and said happily.

"I didn't expect Shubao to have such a hand, now this game between Meng Meng and Shu Bao is getting more and more interesting, maybe it won't be long before Meng Meng will be unable to restrain himself and throw a hug to Shu Bao!"

Yan Meng turned and sighed lightly, Wei Jie's eyebrows frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Meng Meng yearns for the artistic conception in the song, but unfortunately in the troubled times, when can I really be pure, where can I find the real leisure!" Yan Meng shook his head slightly.

"I wonder if Uncle Bao has ever heard of Maitreya?"