After a series of coughs, Zhang Xiaotian straightened his waist and looked at the musicians around him who handed him the pipa, these young and beautiful girls bowed to him with a red face, and then retreated back with infinite shyness, looking at their happy looks, as if it was an honor to lend themselves a pipa.

He suddenly thought of the time when he was penniless, when he was fighting with Cui Wuji, and the musicians under Shang Xiuxiu had completely different attitudes towards him and Cui Wuji.

I couldn't help but feel a little trance in my heart, "Time has changed, things are people, if so, don't forget peace of mind!" ”

"Okay, no, aren't you scared?"

Just as he was sighing, Wang Taishan's noisy voice came from his ears, Zhang Xiaotian frowned, but found that the young musician who had already sat down opposite him who had lent him a pipa was waiting for Wang Taishan with vicious eyes.

What does that look like...... Well, that's cute!

Zhang Xiaotian smiled dumbly, and the little "fire" that had just ignited in his heart was suddenly extinguished, forget it, just play with him.

He turned around and stared at Wang Taishan with blazing eyes, but this one was not deterred by his gaze at this moment, because he had the belief that he would win.

"Hmph, as long as you don't do it, I'm going to make you a big fool!"

He straightened his short figure, trying not to look so weak in front of the tall Zhang Xiaotian.

Then he turned sideways and stretched out his hand, "Please!" ”

He had already made a calculation in his belly, and he wanted to let the other party come first, so that there would be a contrast and a slap in the face, otherwise if the other party took the initiative to admit defeat after listening to his piano, the effect would be much worse.

Zhang Xiaotian didn't shirk either, he came directly to Wang Taishan's stone table and did it, leaning on the stone table with a leisurely posture, holding the pipa in his arms, and gently sweeping his five fingers.

When the long grow!

Yu Mengyue's eyes lit up, not bad!

After trying a few notes, Zhang Xiaotian looked around and thought to himself: What kind of tune to play?

General order?

Ambush on all sides?

Set the storm?

He shook his head in his heart, it didn't fit the atmosphere at this time, and besides, there were some weak people in the room, and he didn't know if he could appreciate such a fierce tune.

The wind rose, and the mighty Dongting Lake set off a wave of waves, making a roaring tide sound, Zhang Xiaotian looked at it with poor eyes, and saw a flat boat rising and falling in the waves. The blue sky is like washing, and the white clouds are long, giving people a sense of artistic conception.

Pregnant!

Zhang Xiaotian's eyes lit up, his fingers moved briskly, and a beautiful tune sounded, covering up the low humming sound in the pavilion, and Wang Taishan, who had always been full of disdain, gradually showed a surprised gaze.

With the flicking of the fingers, as the tune gradually deepens, a landscape painting scroll slowly unfolds in everyone's minds, showing the charming scenery of the quiet night of spring, the moon rising on the other side of the mountain, the boat rippling on the water, and the flower shadow gently swaying on the shore.

The melody is melodious and slow, which makes people mesmerized, but if it is only like this, it does not deserve to be a famous song that has been passed down through the ages.

For example, now, after Wang Taishan was surprised, there was a trace of contempt on his face.

Soon, the song came to the ninth section, and the climax of the whole song finally came, Zhang Xiaotian's fingering changed, and suddenly it was urgent, and the melody changed from slow to fast, from weak to strong, exciting.

It was as if the crowd had seen a small boat rowing home, and the sound of joy resounded across the water, reaching the peak of their emotions. The music then stops in a rapid state, returns to a calm, soft mood, and then comes to an end.

Finishing touch!

This is Yu Mengyue's evaluation of this short paragraph.

With the transformation and emotional drive here, the pattern of this song has suddenly improved to a higher level, it was originally just a good song, but now it can be called a famous song!

The last note slowly dispersed, and everyone was still immersed in the artistic conception of the song and couldn't extricate themselves, this was a little trick by Zhang Xiaotian to integrate his spiritual power into the notes.

There was not a single martial artist in the field who exceeded the third level of source power, and he couldn't find that his spirit was quietly affected, so he thought that the warp realm was too high, and he completely brought them in.

"Good!"

I don't know who took the lead in cheering, a burst of warm applause rang out, Wang Taishan's face was hard to look at, which end of your guys' butts are sitting on?

"What's this?" Yu Mengyue asked.

"Spring Lake Flower Moonlit Night!"

Zhang Xiaotian changed the name of the song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" by one word, which seems to be more in line with the interest of this situation and scene at this moment.

Spring Lake Flower Moonlit Night?

Good name, good tune!

Not only is it very appropriate, but also full of emotions, although the tune is different from most of the popular tunes now, but it has a unique flavor, which makes people forget the vulgar and open their minds.

Yu Mengyue praised it in her heart.

In the crowd, Zeng Shiqiang looked at Wang Taishan who was in a daze, the "good" just now was issued by him, not deliberately clinging to Zhang Xiaotian, but from the heart, and with feelings.

Zeng Shiqiang is a native of Yueyang City, and he doesn't know how many times he has played in Dongting Lake since he was a child, and he has a deep emotional accumulation in his heart for this vast lake that has raised Yueyang people.

This emotion was stored in his heart bit by bit, and he didn't even notice it himself, until it was triggered by a tune at this moment, which made him agitated and couldn't help himself.

When he found out that something was wrong, the word "good" was already out of his mouth, but fortunately, everyone else was also infected by this pipa, and was guided by his voice, and they cheered and applauded, covering up his voice.

"Fortunately, Brother Wang didn't find out that I was the first to call well, otherwise my friends wouldn't be able to do it."

Zeng Shiqiang understands Wang Taishan's temperament.

Wang Taishan lost his soul, he is a master of music, even if the instrument he learned is not the pipa, but the music theory is the same, he can taste the excitement of Zhang Xiaotian's song "Spring Lake Flower Moonlight Night", and his heart has no certainty of winning before.

He looked left and right, and the lively eyes around him made him feel indignant and scared, if he lost to a martial artist today, his position in this circle would be ruined.

No, I must not lose!

Wang Taishan lifted his spirits, tried to calm his mind, walked to the stone table where the lyre was placed, and sat down.

The voices around him were lowered, and everyone wanted to see what Wang Taishan came to turn the tables, and the few familiar tunes he had on weekdays were not as good as Na Wufu's "Spring Lake Flower Moon Night" just now.

"Humph!"

Wang Taishan's face flushed slightly, his hands were on the strings, but he was carefully sorting out the music he had made in his life, and suddenly sighed, "That's it, only that one can be compared with this kid's "Spring Lake Flower Moonlight Night", I don't know if I can finish it." ”

After settling down, Wang Taishan's fingers beat, the music fluctuated, and it was a little messy.

(End of chapter)