Although Wang Wei has not yet reminded him, he just saw Zhang Xu and Wu Daozi come over and occupy two seats unceremoniously as if no one was there, Du Shiyi also knew that rashly going to make friends and trying to get acquainted with this grass saint painting saint was afraid that instead of being effective, one bad would bring shame on himself. Moreover, he studied painting with Lu Hong for a few days, Lu Hong is good at landscapes, talking about artistic conception and calmness, which is not compatible with Wu Daozi's painting style; And the characters in his past and present lives are all in regular script first, and then practice the book and official script, since xìngzi is completely different, I am afraid that he will not be able to write the same hearty cursive script as Zhang Xu for decades.

Therefore, since there was no need to deliberately intersect, he abandoned his utilitarian heart, beckoned the little boy beside Wang Wei over, and asked for the half-pear-shaped curved neck pipa in his hand.

Seeing that Du Shiyi was looking at his pipa, Wang Wei took Wang Jin to sit beside Du Shiyi, and said with a smile: "This red sandalwood pipa is an old thing handed down by my grandfather in my family, and the strings have been changed once over the years. The top is made of cowhide, and the ancient method of tannin is said to have been lost, so it is not bad to this day. When I left my hometown, I took this thing with me, and when I played, I felt like my mother and brothers were in front of me, so I could relieve the pain of homesickness a little. By the way, I played the song "Butterfly" by Shijiu Lang in the past 19 years, and I played them all among the two kings, and I won a full house for a while. There are only minor changes in it, and I will copy the score to you when I get back. ”

Speaking of music, Wang Wei was immediately in high spirits, and when Du Shiyi heard this, he couldn't help but think that if the third senior brother Pei Ning was here, I am afraid that he would also have a common language. However, he is slightly inferior to Wang Wei on the pipa, but he has quite an insight into the interpretation of music, at this moment the sword dance has not started, Wang Wei first said elegant and vulgar, he talked about the fun of the two, but played to the landscape into the fun, and unconsciously said that Lu Hong about the various wonders of ink and wash landscapes. Du Sanniang on the side only listened attentively, while Wang Jin sometimes looked at Du Shiyi curiously, and sometimes glanced at his brother, his face was also full of interest. At the end, Du Shiyi said with a smile: "When I saw Lu Shi's landscape at that time, I only thought that it was best to describe what is just the right artistic conception of the landscape in one sentence, that is, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate." ”

"A good heavy makeup is always suitable!"

This sudden cheer interrupted the words of the two, Du Shiyi and Wang Wei looked at the place where the sound came from almost at the same time, but saw Zhang Xu raise his head and drink a sigh, so he casually threw the obviously empty wine gourd everywhere, and actually burped loudly: "Yes, whether it is writing or painting, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup and light makeup...... Belch...... It's so exciting, it's so hot! ”

He tugged at his collar vigorously, only to hear the sound of Zila, and the clothes that were originally open were torn open, but he didn't care at all, but instead sighed and said, "It's so cool!" ”

Just when Du Shiyi and Wang Wei looked at each other, they saw a man in his early thirties in brocade clothes come to their elegant banquet with a smile, and arched his hand at Zhang Xu and said: "I don't want to come to watch the sword dance of Gongsun today, this table is crowded with many people, but the protagonist's side is very spacious, how about Zhang Gong move to a story?" The protagonist has a new good pen and ink, but no one has tried it, and now I am fortunate to be Zhang Gong......"

Before he finished his polite words, Zhang Xu interrupted angrily: "Do you know who I am? ”

"Zhang Gong is joking, among the Eastern Capital, who doesn't know that Zhang Gong's cursive writing is a must......"

"Do you know who the others in my table are?"

"This ......" The man in brocade glanced at the other people in the seat with some suspicion, and saw that Du Shiyi and Wang Wei Wang Jin were young in white, and it was obvious that they were at most ordinary young scholars with some talents, and it was not surprising that Du Shisanniang was a woman, as for the man who still had a few stains on his clothes, most of them were a painter who had some friendship with Zhang Xu, so he smiled and said, "I think it should be Zhang Gong's friend......

"Cursive? Hehe, not everyone in the Eastern Capital may know that I am a cursive handwriting, but everyone knows that what I hate is fake politeness, and what I hate is people who have eyes and no beads! Zhang Xu suddenly opened his mouth, and for a while he saw a stream of wine arrows gushing out of his mouth, splashing the hem of the middle-aged man's shirt everywhere, at this time, he burped again, and said with a smile, "How?" Do you want to invite me to go for a while to make the master the master? ”

The middle-aged man's face was blue and white, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to haode, when he heard a loud sound of cymbals suddenly coming from the other side, and in an instant, there was a sudden silence in the elegant seat that had been talking everywhere. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the middle-aged man reluctantly said that he would come back to disturb again and retreated in embarrassment, but Zhang Xu ignored him at all, and listened carefully to the sound of the copper cymbals and the orchestral silk bamboo that followed, where could he still see a little drunkenness on his face with red wine. And next to him, Wu Daozi, who had just asked Du Shiyi with a smile how he knew Yue Wuniang, was also looking at the field intently at this time, as if there was no other thing in his eyes. Face the look and this

The previous grass saint painting saint was very different, and Du Shiyi couldn't help but put down the red sandalwood pipa in his hand, and his eyes fell on that scene.

As the sound of a musician's transverse flute seemed to sound slowly from a very far distance, like a chūn wind blowing in the face, although it was almost impatient to wait for Gongsun Auntie to appear, the expressions on the faces of the guests at the banquet everywhere unconsciously relaxed. And as people gradually relaxed, they only listened to a slightly hoarse singing voice to the music.

"In May, the mountains are snowy, and there are no flowers but cold. The flute smells the folded willows, and the chūnsè has never seen it. ”

It seems that a few yellow orioles can be heard from time to time, and it seems that the sound of the transverse flute left by the melting water of the ice and snow in the snow-capped mountains can be heard, but I saw two orthodox figures suddenly turn into the entrance, and the sword in their hands is tied with a yellow and green ribbon. When the ribbon flew up and down with their movements, even Du Shiyi, who wrote all the famous "Stopper Song" to Aunt Gongsun in the first place, was still intent. However, just suddenly, the gentle and soft music suddenly brought out a bit of golden stone, and even a war drum sounded muffled between them.

"Xiao Zhan followed the golden drum and slept with the jade saddle. I am willing to put the sword down my waist and cut Loulan directly. ”

With the singing for a while, the other two female voices were in harmony, and only to hear the neighing of a war horse, it was actually Aunt Gongsun who jumped into the arena as if she had fallen from the sky. On the horse, she wore a golden helmet and bright light armor, but she held two swords in her hands. Under the reflection of the rising red rì at this time, the pair of sword weapons seemed to burst out with endless light, flying up and down in the field, sometimes hitting the ground with their hands, sometimes volleying shèrì, and the ball of light did not know how many people had to cover their eyes with their hands, but Zhang Xu's eyes widened as if he didn't notice it, his fists were already clenched tightly, and he kept muttering to himself.

"It's not the Xihe sword momentum, it's not the original routine...... Okay, okay, this sword dance can be eclectic, why can't it write? That's right, that's right! ”

Zhang Xu stood up excitedly as he spoke, unaware that his stand almost blocked the sight of Du Shiyi and the others behind him, but fortunately he quickly sat down. And Wu Daozi next to him was no better, and he didn't know when he took out the paintbrush in his right hand and fell to the ground. But he didn't notice it at all, he was writing and drawing on the ground with his right index finger, and muttered a few words in a low voice from time to time. In addition to these two people who were already intoxicated, Wang Wei unconsciously plucked the strings twice, but his eyes looked directly at the figure with a fierce light up and down his body, even with his sword weapon, as if he couldn't even breathe for a while. Du Sanniang hugged Du Shiyi's arm tightly with both hands, and couldn't say a word nervously and excitedly.

As for Du Shiyi himself, in the face of the sword dance that used the rì light to the extreme at this moment, while being amazed, he suddenly thought that when Gongye commented on the sword dance of Gongsun Auntie, saying that if he practiced the Rainbow Sword perfectly, he would feel that Gongsun Auntie's sword dance was like mercury, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Gongye couldn't help but look down on him, and he also underestimated Aunt Gongsun...... Shibei Sanrì should be impressed, not to mention that it has been three years now! In the past three years, Aunt Gongsun seems to have been reborn and made great progress!

"The heavenly soldiers go to the north wilderness, and Huma yù drinks in the south. Heng Ge has fought from a hundred battles, and he has been very gracious. ”

The lyrics changed suddenly, and just now, before I knew it, only Aunt Gongsun was left dancing alone in the sword, and suddenly three more people appeared. This time, among the three of them, a tall silver-helmeted young general was wearing a hideous ghost mask, and the gold rings on his earlobes looked shining under the fierce rì shè. She held a scimitar and fought with the other two, and for a moment the sword light was like a full moon, and the sword light was like a match, and the interplay was dizzying. And the princess of Gongsun, who was standing in the momentum, rode her horse and slowly retreated, and with the sudden high-pitched singing voice with a completely different voice, a pair of sword weapons in her hand suddenly intersected in front of her, and suddenly clamped the horse's belly, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and jumped into the battle group that had just divided the victory and defeat, and the two opponents of the silver helmet general fell to the ground with blood splashed on the ground.

"Hold the snow and eat on the sea, and sleep on the sand. He should break the Yue's clan, and then sit down. ”

Seeing that the silver-helmeted young general wearing a hideous mask almost avoided the leaping horse's attack, and then disappeared from everyone's sight after a few rolls, everyone's first reaction was not to break out in a cold sweat with relief, but to sigh with countless regrets. At this moment, the dull drum beat, which had been gradually suppressed, suddenly became high-pitched again, and the sound of the transverse flute and the sound of the pipa also played a majestic sound, and the singing voice of the original only one person was also joined by the singing harmony of the other two.

"The horses are like the wind, and the whip whips out of the Wei Bridge. Bend the bow to say goodbye to the Han Yue, and insert the feather to break the sky. ”

Just when this song was sung three times in a row, and it was higher and higher each time, Du Shiyi suddenly frowned thoughtfully, and always felt that there was something incongruous in the singing and dancing of the supposed harmonious music. At this moment, Wang Wei beside him suddenly stood up with a sinking face: "That pipa sound is wrong!" ”