Su Wan sat in the bridge pavilion, and her mind that had been surging because of Peng Wuwang's arrival was miraculously calmed down. She flicked the body of the piano with her plain hand, and once again felt the touching taste connected with the blood of this guqin, and her mood gradually improved. She tapped the strings, and a series of tinkling music burst out.

Since the existence of the piano, every moving legend in the world tells the beauty of the piano rhyme. Shi Kuang, a famous pianist in the Warring States Period, once left a wonderful story of stroking the qin and dancing with the crane. The legend of Yu Boya's Zhongzi period is known all over the world, and the mountains and rivers have become the swan song of the ages. Later, the six heroes of the Warring States who liked ritual music were destroyed by the Qiang Qin one after another, and too much of the music scores that touched people's hearts were lost. Cai Yong of the Han Dynasty is a world-famous pianist, the "Spring Outing" and other songs, poured all beings, and then was called Cai's five lanes, and finally died in the war, can not be passed on to future generations, leaving only more than 40 miscellaneous songs on the "Qin Exercise" so that people can vaguely peek into the beauty of the Qin music when the Han Dynasty. The pianist Ji Kang of the Jin Dynasty moved the world with a song of Guangling San, but unfortunately he was beheaded by Sima Shi in the downtown area, and Guangling San has since become a unique sound. Since the Sui Dynasty, the piano art has been reborn after calamities, whether it is in the rivers and lakes, or in the court, there are reverberations of the piano. The Qin music of the Sui Dynasty absorbed the characteristics of the predecessors, and had its own improvement, the qin music was extremely tortuous and tactful, and the rhyme was gorgeous, which can be called unprecedented.

Most of the qin music that Su Wan learned came from the music that flowed into the folk from the court of the Sui Dynasty. And she has made her own interpretation of these wonderful piano songs, removing the chaff and creating a more brilliant and moving beautiful melody.

I saw her flying with her bare hands, like a pair of butterflies wearing flowers, flying back and forth on the guqin, the piano rhyme came out, suddenly tactful and melodious, suddenly resentful and whimpering, suddenly high and high like a crane, suddenly low back like a night bird whispering, the sound of the piano repeatedly, zigzag changes, wave after wave, swirling and rippling, people seem to be in the apricot blossom rain in the June day, the fall is colorful, the clouds are like flocculent, the blue water river, the pavilion, see a charming beauty standing near the waves, beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, if you are leaving, the sleeves are stretched, you want to go away.

The rhyme is endless, such as crying and complaining, suddenly urgent and dense like rain hitting plantains, suddenly long and long like Changhong transverse waves, suddenly a burst of overtones like a song, making people soft and turning, just like the beautiful and graceful demeanor of the deep boudoir, suddenly a burst of strings, the tone is hoarse and tactful and sad, so that people are all moved to tears.

When the song is finished, the sound of the piano is endless, which makes people breathless and calm, for fear of missing the slightest aftertaste.

After a long time, there was a burst of applause and admiration in the hairpin building, which was so warm that it almost toppled the roof.

"Wonderful!" Lord Du sighed, "Such a wonderful sound can be called unparalleled in the world, how fortunate is Du, he can actually hear this fairy music."

"Okay!" General Qin said in ecstasy, "The sound of this qin should be comparable to the mountains and rivers of ancient times, which is intoxicating."

All of a sudden, everyone praised each other, and the words of appreciation came and went.

Su Wan stroked the piano for a long time, and finally sighed slowly. She has been immersed in the piano art since she was a child, starting from the piano music handed down from the Han, Jin and Sui dynasties, and has been painstakingly studying for more than ten years, creating her own colorful piano style, until she is 18 years old, and has since become famous all over the world, so that all living beings are overwhelmed. In the past two years, she has been trying to try new songs, intending to break through her own inherent style and go to the next level on the piano, but unfortunately although she has tried many ways, she still can't make a leap.

Therefore, she attaches great importance to every opportunity to open a pavilion and perform, and hopes to get new inspiration and tips from a group of influential figures from all walks of life. The last time she performed, there was a world's first son Lian Feng, and she gained a lot from a hearty conversation, but she didn't have any further insights. Today, although there are many crowns, everyone is only upside down by the sound of the piano, and no one can give even the slightest suggestion.

Su Wan only felt a cold loneliness, like a lonely singer, singing in a group of deaf and dumb people.

"Could it be that my piano skills have come to an end?"

At this time, she suddenly saw a person, not only did she not praise the people around her, but frowned and said nothing. At this time, she had never seen anything since she opened the pavilion for several years.

Su Wan not only did not feel a trace of unhappiness, but hope rose from the bottom of her heart, she hurriedly looked at this person, only to find that this person was Peng Wuhope, who had just persuaded herself to quit the Qinglou. Although the hope that had risen dimmed, Su Wan still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked aloud, "This son, what do you think of my music?"

Peng Wuwang was startled and raised his head.

It turned out that just now, he was in a trance, thinking only about how sad and sad Situ Boren would be if he didn't leave the Qinglou. The sound of the piano in his ears only made him more tired and uncomfortable.

It seemed that he seemed to see Situ Boren in the fierce battle with Shu Cottage, covered in arrows, still fighting endlessly. He could almost imagine the regret in Uncle Stuart's eyes as he slowly collapsed. "Uncle Situ has spent his life working hard for the revitalization of the Pengmen Dart Game, and what can I do for him." Peng Wuwang thought bitterly.

"Childe!" Su Wan raised her voice and called again. Everyone's eyes once again overlapped on Peng Wuwang.

Peng Wuwang looked at her blankly, and only said for a long time, "Girl, your piano music is soft and uninteresting."

"Squishy?" Su Wan laughed, this was the most special evaluation she had ever heard in her life.

"Hey!" The prince on the side said loudly again, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, do you know what music is? With such an elegant piano sound, you have to be soft?"

Peng Wuwang raised his eyebrows and said, "Where did I say it wrong, this qin song is soft, even if it is a fierce man, if you listen to it too much, you will make a mess of mud, and if you don't listen to it." As soon as these words came out, almost all the listeners here were offended in one go. At that time, there were dozens of big people who looked like heads and faces, and they were about to have a seizure.

At this moment, General Qin hurriedly stood up and said, "Ah, little brother, it's okay if you can't listen to this qin song, this is called green vegetables and radishes, each has his own love. Seeing that you are simple and honest, this place is really not for you, so you better go." After speaking, he gave him a look.

Peng Wuwang understood what he meant, slowly stood up, and nodded gratefully to him. At this moment, Sister Zhang Feng, who had been angry beside her, was unhappy. From the very beginning, Peng had no hope of ransom Su Wan, which made her very angry, and for the sake of him with a huge treasure, she could barely cope with him. It's good at this time, but he actually made a lot of nonsense, saying that Su Wan's song was not good to listen to, which clearly showed that it was a signboard for smashing the hairpin flower building, which was really unbearable.

"Slow," Seeing that Peng Wuwang was about to get up and say goodbye, Sister Zhang Feng shouted, "You can't go yet."

Peng Wuwang was startled, looked at her, and asked, "What do you want?"

Sister Zhang Feng sneered and said, "You haven't paid enough for the building, don't think about leaving!"

"Property?" Peng Wuwang exclaimed, "But, didn't someone else give me this son?"

"Let it be given to you," Sister Zhang Feng said, "but people won't pay for you."

Peng Wuwang clenched his fists and was about to have a seizure, but after thinking about it, he was indeed at the expense, so he had to say, "How much, you say."

Sister Zhang Feng said nonchalantly, "Not much, one thousand taels of gold!"

Peng Wuwang was furious and said, "There are so many, you are clearly sitting on the ground and raising the price."

Sister Zhang Feng said angrily: "I'm sitting on the ground and starting the price, what's the matter. I don't know where you came from, stupid boy, just listen to a piece of piano music for nothing, and even talk nonsense, saying that the music of the Su family is ugly."

Peng Wuwang said angrily: "Peng never speaks falsely, if it is ugly, it is ugly, how can it be nonsense."

His words also made Su Wan on the side a little angry, and she said to Peng Wuwang: "This son, you said that my piano music is soft and very ugly. I wonder if you can point out what is wrong with the music."

Peng Wuwang saw her speak, thought for a while, and said, "I can say it clearly, but I feel short of breath and very unhappy when I hear it."

Su Wan shook her head in disappointment, but still didn't give up, and asked again, "Does Childe understand the rhythm of music?"

Peng Wuwang looked at the contemptuous and disdainful gazes of everyone present, and with a burst of anger in his heart, he said loudly, "I understand, but I can only beat the drum." It turned out that the Peng family had a very strict family education, and Peng Wuxin tried to teach Peng Wuxing and Peng Wuwang poetry, writing, etiquette and music since he was a child. But Peng Wuji thought of letting Peng Wuwang practice drumming, this instrument can satisfy his appetite, but he has also learned ninety percent, especially the snare drum.

Everyone laughed, and Sister Zhang Feng smiled: "Okay, if you like to beat the drum, I'll give you a face drum for you to beat, if it sounds good, your building fee will be free."

Peng Wuwang squinted at her and said, "The snare drum is not good, you have to need a snare drum." As soon as these words came out, there was another burst of laughter. The noble boy suddenly said loudly, "Hey, guys, I'm also good at music, so why don't you let me present a song."

At this time, someone playfully asked, "Li Gongzi, I don't know what instrument you are good at?"

Guijie Gongzi laughed loudly and said, "Of course it's a chime, and it's a middle and high master, Sister Zhang Feng, I don't know if your building has a chime, borrow it from me." As soon as these words came out, there were laughter, and several people happened to be drinking tea, and when they heard this, a mouthful of tea spurted out, and they hurriedly covered it with their sleeves.

Peng Wuwang glared at him and didn't speak. At this time, General Qin said on the side, "Boy, do you really know how to beat the drum?"

Peng Wuwang bowed his hand to him respectfully and said, "Don't dare to hide from General Qin."

General Qin clapped his hands and said, "Okay, someone is coming!" A sturdy young man in uniform hurriedly came to his side. "You bring my marching snare drum for this little brother." As soon as the heroic young man gave up his hand, he immediately flew away, and in less than a cup of tea, he placed a large snare drum in front of Peng Wuwang, and handed him a pair of drumsticks.

Peng Wuwang took the drumstick, looked at Sister Zhang Feng, didn't say much, used his arm strength, and struggled to beat the snare drum, and immediately the loud and poignant drum sound rumbled and echoed in the building, which made people angry.

In Peng Wuhope's mind, the desolate figure of Situ Boren covered in blood flashed quickly, as well as the sadness in his eyes when he fell suddenly. Immediately after, his eyes seemed to flash with the inexplicable look of the second brother and the pathos of the eldest brother's unfulfilled ambition, and he heard in his ears that his drum beat was becoming more and more poignant, more and more solemn, as if the anger of the heavens had been poured out. Huo Ran, he ran his arms together, and a drumstick struck on the edge of the snare drum, making a "choking bang" sound.

"Wrong, wrong, if you were a snare drummer, I would have killed you immediately." It was the voice of the big brother. Peng Wuwang leisurely remembered that when he first learned the snare drum, because he didn't learn martial arts, he was bullied by children outside the dart game, he was sad and angry, and he returned home to beat the drum to vent his anger, and was taught a lesson by his eldest brother. "On the battlefield, there are many comrades-in-arms who want to die on the battlefield, and as a drummer, if you only know how to beat the drum to vent your anger, and do not know how to inspire morale through your own drum sound, and arouse the hope and confidence of the soldiers to win, it is a dereliction of duty. Look, like this!" The eldest brother played the drumsticks, and the heroic drums resounded through the sky.

"Big brother!" Peng Wuwang raised his head, looked at the people who were looking at him with disdain, and said secretly, "Let these drunken people listen to the war drums you passed down personally!"

The sound of the drums once again shook the sky, thick and composed, as dense as the rolling thunder before the summer rains, making it feel as if a storm was about to loot the heavens and the earth.

"Third brother, don't forget to inspire people. Beat the drum on a cloudy day, and think about the sun that breaks through the clouds. Drumming on a rainy day, thinking about the rainbow in the sky after the rain, drumming on a snowy day, thinking about the weeds that sprout in spring, beating the drum in the wind, and thinking about riding the wind and waves." It's been a long time, and the words of the eldest brother finally came out of my heart again.

The drum gradually slowed down, but it became louder and louder, more and more regretful, and everyone's hearts followed the aggravation of the drum, beating faster and faster, jumping more and more urgently, as if they wanted to jump out of the cavity, as if they saw thousands of troops and horses gathered on the battlefield, the fighting was strict, the golden iron horse, a fierce battle, about to break out in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the drum beat was low again, gradually becoming dense, gradually fainting, until it was silent, but in the entire hairpin upstairs, no one dared to breathe, and everyone waited with bated breath.

It seems that the thunder falls on the plains, and it seems that the heavenly river is inclined in front of you, and the thunder-like drum sound is like the Yangtze River rolling out, wave after wave, and it is like a million male soldiers rushing to kill in the battle formation, and the iron hooves are trampling thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Peng Wuwang is like a god who has been in charge of thunder since ancient times, waving his arms gracefully and rhythmically, and pushing this drum music to one dazzling ** after another with thunderous drum sounds.

In the eyes of the people, there seemed to be a bloody killing array, their own army rushed forward one after another, the enemy's soldiers roared and rushed and were cut down like grass mustard, blood flowed into rivers, soldiers' combat boots were deeply soaked in blood, but no one retreated, only knew how to move forward. The iron hooves of the cavalry trampled the trembling ground, and the bright and shining armor met the rays of the sun, emitting a thousand golden rays.

Peng Wuwang's eyes seemed to see the scene of the bloody battle in Luoyang again, and the five sons of the vicious and ruthless Jin family were killed one by one under the long knife at their waists. On Bashan, countless evil Shu cottagers screamed miserably under their own long knives corpses all over the field, Bashan Qisha Dugu and a crippled thigh was picked up by himself and flew into the air, and the miserable scream resounded in the sky, followed by the flower monk, Lin Qianye, Yue Shuaikong. In the first battle of the Nian Gang, dozens of Turkic masters could not block their thunderous blows, as long as they wanted to do it, no matter how difficult it was, it was just as if they were idle. When you are alive, you should be proud of it.

Peng Wuwang looked up to the sky and roared, and the drum sounded as soon as he turned, dense as a violent bean, as urgent as a heavy rain, like a gallop, like driving a light boat, flying thousands of miles, and like a Kunpeng, flapping his wings in the sky.

In the eyes of everyone, it seemed that the battlefield had appeared again, the enemy army had been defeated, the enemy chief was awarded, the general Jin Ge waved, the army commander drove in, smashed the enemy's nest, the scene was full of exciting horns, and there were joyful shouts of killing, and the war horses jumped over the corpses all over the ground, and ran away.

Peng Wuwang waved his arms, and the drumsticks struck the drum edge again, ending the drum song.

For a long time, whether it was inside the building, or outside the building, and even on the street where the drums could be heard, there was no human voice, and even the cries of the street vendors disappeared.

Peng Wuwang carefully placed the drumstick on top of the drum surface, hugged his fist at Su Wan, and said, "My eldest brother once told me that in ancient times, dance music was used to boost morale and move people's hearts, not for entertainment. I don't know if the girl thinks so. But come to think of it, you can't listen to the drums of our rough men. The girl's words are right, in Pengmen, Qingzhou, you can't find a bosom friend for your piano music." He looked at Su Wan and said, "It's good to do it yourself." I saw Su Wan looking at herself in a daze, and she didn't answer.

He looked at Sister Zhang Feng again, she was also dumbfounded and did not stop him. He wanted to thank General Qin for giving him a drum, but General Qin didn't seem to listen to him in a daze. Peng Wuwang smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around, and strode out of the hairpin building.

It was also quiet outside the hairpin building, and everyone was dumbfounded as Peng Wuwang walked out of the gate, without a little noise.

"Third brother," Peng Wufear's big face full of tears appeared in front of Peng Wuwang, "That's, that's the war drum passed down by the eldest brother himself!"

Peng Wuwang nodded with a wry smile and said, "It's a pity that I still can't persuade Situ to think about it."

Peng Wuxing hugged his shoulder, cried, and said in a trembling voice, "I think of Big Brother! I miss my big brother so much!"

"Fourth brother, don't cry!" Peng Wuwang grabbed his head hard, "The boy bleeds without tears." But his eyes were also moist.

As if in an instant, there was an earth-shattering burst of applause and cheers all over the street, everyone applauded vigorously, everyone's eyes flashed with excitement, and everyone frantically applauded Peng Wuwang. Peng Wuwang was taken by surprise and was stunned for a moment. At this time, applause poured down from the hairpin building, and the sound of praise was endless. Peng Wuxiang came to his senses at this time, took Peng Wuxing's shoulders, and bowed respectfully to the people on the street according to the rules of Qingzhou artists.

At this time, General Qin's head came out from the second floor of the hairpin building, and he said loudly, "Hey, boy, what a charge drum, what a killing drum." Peng Wuwang raised his head and thanked him.

"Third brother, let's go." Peng Wuxing wiped his eyes and said. Peng nodded hopelessly.

"Childe stays!" Su Wan ran out with the piano in her hand, her eyes were red, and she said in a trembling voice, "My father and he...... Could it be?"

Peng Wuwang nodded gloomily and said, "Ling Zun has already driven the crane west, girl, please mourn." After that, with Peng Wufear, he strode away from Slender West Lake Flower Street.

Seeing their distant backs, Su Wanmuran sat down in the middle of the road, put the piano flat on the ground, and played a few piano notes quickly, the piano sound was as fierce as the drum music just now, and when the last syllable flew out of the fingertips, a string broke in response to the fingers, and the broken string rose high, hitting her face, drawing a faint trace. Su Wan stroked the scars on her cheeks in a daze, and muttered, "I found it, I finally found it."