Qiu Yue really wants to use these eighteen kinds of instrumental music with the power of one person!

This incredible feat alone has aroused a strong sense of curiosity.

As soon as Qiu Yue sat on the high stool behind the eighteenth instrument of the Quarter Moon, the entire Hall of Bliss fell silent.

Quiet, dead silence, if a needle falls to the ground, it is bound to be like Huang Zhong Da Lu!

Qiu Yue moved the mouth first, and with the moon flute, the first string of notes was issued, and the mournful sound was lingering.

This first string of notes seems to set the sad melody of the whole piece.

This was followed by a discordant sound of cymbals, this one in a unique way, with a foot step, an elastic mallet like a dragonfly in water, a crisp and neat blow.

However, it was the dissonance of this sound that suddenly stirred, like a heartbreak, and touched the most painful sadness in the bottom of my heart.

Subsequently, more than a dozen musical instruments such as the moon qin, the moon flute, the moon zheng, the moon sheng, the moon pipa, and the moon bell or three or five ensembles, or one of them, opened the pouring out of the bitter past, and the voice was sad and crying.

This is exactly the piano song poured out by Cai Wenji, a talented woman of a generation, with her soul, a self-playing and singing "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats".

And the autumn moon, contrary to the usual solo Hu Ji, or the accompaniment of qin songs, blends with cymbals, drums, and zheng...... The tragic journey of Cai Wenji is interpreted in a clear layer, and the painful pathos is poured out vividly.

Sad autumn and sad month.

Qi Zhu lips, spit out the moon sheng, hair bright teeth, and sang in the autumn moon mournfully:

"Heaven is unkind, and chaos is gone,

The unkindness of the earth makes me at this time.

……

After a while, the piano beats,

The heart is resentful, and no one knows. ”

Sigh is not at the right time, and its voice is sad.

Those who hear it are all in tears, and those who think are only sad.

One shot is done, two shots are more cymbals, people are taken away, and from then on, their hometown and relatives are only in tears and dreams.

"The clouds and mountains are all the way back,

The wind blows dust and sand.

……

Two beats of Zhang Strings are desperate,

Broken heart and self-sorrow. ”

The ingenious integration of various musical instruments creates a sad world of bitter wind and rain, flowing water and whimpering.

Every crisp cymbal sound is more like knocking on the heart, and the whole person trembles.

Three nights of heart touch, listening to the song and dancing, the arrow is heavy and slow, the heart is heavy and the eyes are wet.

"At night, the water whimpered,

The Great Wall is a long way to go.

Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to luggage,

Six beats of sadness and want to stop. ”

Sure enough, Qiu Yue stopped playing the piano.

When everyone was in mourning and couldn't extricate themselves, after a long time, another raised flute sound, sad and intense, sorrowful and sad, filled the entire hall of bliss.

"The sky is boundless,

My heart is sad and I feel sorry for it.

……

Resentment wants to ask the sky,

There is no chance in the sky.

Raise your head and look up at the clouds and smoke,

Who is the nine beats of nostalgia? ”

The autumn moon gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly it was like a cold star thrown into the sky, touching the throbbing in the bottom of the cold heart at that extremely high place.

The sound of the piano is even more poignant and mournful, and it penetrates directly into people's hearts.

In the Hall of Bliss, unbearable sobs came from the round table, and Mai Duoduo had already become a tearful person.

"The sound of the hometown is endless,

Crying silently, I will swallow my breath.

A lifetime of hard work and separation,

Ten beats of sadness and tears turned into blood. ”

All kinds of instrumental music turn into low, extremely lingering, and touching.

The sound of the ten beats of the autumn moon was like blood and tears, and the heart was heartbroken and sad.

Ten beats were made, and the sobbing sound of Mai Duoduo seemed to be infectious, and the whole world seemed to be whimpering.

"One step at a time, it's hard to move,

The soul is gone, and the love is gone.

Three beats out of ten are in a hurry,

I don't know if the liver and sausage are stirred and stinging. ”

Flesh and blood, mother and son, the tune becomes eager and sad, and the liver and intestines are broken.

Thirteen beats were just completed, and a tear fell from the sky.

Everyone raised their heads with tears, the top of the Jiyin Palace, the black pressure was full of musical birds, there were hundreds of them, and on the top of the middle cave, a huge Hai Dongqing fell another tear.

The sound of "horn-" smashed people's hearts.

"Fifteen beats are urging,

Who knows the song?

……

It's no wonder that the child and the mother are separated,

The same day is separated by more and more like a business ginseng,

I don't know where to find life and death! ”

Qiu Yue is crying blood and tears singing, this kid is so pitiful.

Qi Feng gently moved to the stage, standing behind Qiu Yue, and wanted to stop her performance several times, but finally couldn't bear it.

Perhaps, the sadness in Yujie's heart can only be better if it is vented happily.

It's just that it's too sad and too hurtful.

"Although the eighteen beats are over,

There is no end to the thought.

…… Heaven and earth are separated by the west, the mother and the east.

I am bitter and resentful in the sky,

Although the six harmony is widely accepted, it should not be tolerated. ”

The autumn moon hit the moon cymbals in a row, and the sound pierced the ears and hurt the heart. The song whimpered, sighed and wandered in troubled times, and complained and miserable.

Whose fault is it that led to the separation of flesh and bones? Whose mistake caused the pain of a loved one?

is sad, but in the place where the emotions are surging like a frenzy, the song stops at the end.

The entire Temple of Bliss fell into a brief silence, and the heart was suffocated like a blockage.

Standing on crutches for three nights, staring at the stage stupidly, tears in his eyes.

Finally, the blockage of the accumulation was excreted out freely, even if the hearts were as strong as iron, the tears, or endure the dark, or let it roll down.

At the round table, there was an irrepressible cry of death and life.

Mai Duoduo's crying, lying on the table crying.

There is also Tingshan staring at Mai Duoduo who is shrugging his shoulders, and the old tears are full of tears.

And the crowd sobbed and wept.

"The son is smelling Shao, and I don't know the smell of meat in March." Tang Yong sighed, "Today, I really experienced the ultimate charm of vocal music that Confucius experienced!" ”

"It's not just March," Yuwen sighed, "Hearing the song of Qiuyue will be unforgettable." If you can hear about this life, it will not be in vain in the next life. ”

Qi Feng caressed Qiu Yue's shoulders lovingly, calming her emotions.

Qiu Yue gently lifted the cloth, and her eyes were swollen like two big walnuts.

"Qiuyue, you're so stupid!" Qi Feng twisted her face and said distressedly, "In the future, don't play such a song that hurts your body." ”

Qiu Yue nodded coincidentally.

"My poor Yue'er." Mai Duoduo pounced and hugged Qiu Yue into his arms, but Qiu Yue desperately broke free from his arms.

"I originally took Guangling San, Alpine Flowing Water and other songs for Qiu Yue to choose, but I didn't expect her to choose this fateful song."

"Because, Hu Ji's eighteen beats just fit her hard experience." Qi Feng stroked Qiu Yue's head and said softly.

"My hard-working child, her eyes are crying like this during the practice?" Mai Duoduo cried, "Her only wish is to practice a good song, defeat Tingshan, and return to you." ”

"I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you. But I," Qiuyue's tears came down again, "but I can't forget that palm, I can't forget it." I want to forget, but as soon as I see you, I think of that palm, what do you tell me to do, how can I forgive you! ”