Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1096
Halfway through the Six Arts Competition, the sun has risen to the top of the sky. The hot sun shines down, stimulating people's eyes, but people's eyes are getting wider and wider. Regardless of the pain in the eyes, they are fixedly watching the center of the stage in the light and shadow. silhouette of teenager.

The beginning of this dance was different from what everyone expected.

The dance began very quietly.

Ji Jiashu stood silently with his sword in hand. Under the sunlight, the young man's face was as jade-like, and he was as tall and straight as a pine tree.

The first sound was not the fierce sound of the piano, but the sound of the xun.

"Xun? What song starts with Xun?"

The practitioners who knew music in the audience were stunned for a while, but just after the melodious Xun sound, a flute sounded through the sky, and when the flute sounded, the young man in the center of the stage moved.

With a swish sound, the long sword in the boy's hand stabbed out along with the sonorous sound of the zither, emitting a dazzling white light!
The young man has a slender figure, but the moment he moved, everyone seemed to see an extremely grand picture. When he advanced and retreated, it seemed that thousands of troops were ambushing under the shadow of his sword. It was as if he saw a golden iron horse roaring towards him, galloping past his head.

"what!"

Some people suddenly screamed, but more people stared at the figure of the young man dancing with a sword in the middle of the stage, as if he had entered another world in another time and space.

They watched the thousands of troops galloping forward, watched the two armies battle with blood, and the army crossed the border. People only felt breathless, but the next moment the battlefield was over, and the ground was sprinkled with broken walls and ruins. Armor sword.

But among the broken walls and ruins, flowers bloomed suddenly.

The young man danced on the ruined wall with his sword in hand.

His dance has the pride of the battlefield, the magnificence of mountains and rivers, the mourning of all living beings, and the prayer of heaven and earth.

When the spring breeze hits, the mountains and rivers are picturesque and glowing.

At this moment, the sound of the piano joined.

The sonorous zither sound carried the ancient sadness, and accompanied by the soft chant of the sword, they played a piece of music that hit people's heart directly.

"This... this song is..."

The spring breeze was blowing, and everyone finally heard the origin of Ji Jiashu's sword dance music.

Thick and sad, there is a new life in the sadness.

It is the beginning of Jiuge, the starting point of everything.

"Auspicious days are good for Chen Liang, Mu Jiang is happy for the emperor, stroking the long sword is for Yu Er, and chirping is for Lin Lang."

During Ji Jiashu's sword dance, a Southern Chu practitioner looked at him and muttered, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"East Emperor Taiyi!"

Chen Zichu blurted out.

The first of the Nine Songs of Chu Ci, the opening Chapter 1, Donghuang Taiyi.

This song used to be Nan Chu's pride, but after a man skipped it, it was sealed for more than ten years, and no one dared to touch it again.

Who that person is is beyond words.

Ying Baoyue quietly looked at the young man dancing on the high stage, it was the first time she saw such a Jiuge Donghuang Taiyi.

But more than ten years ago, she met another Donghuang Taiyi.

There are only two practitioners in Nanchu with the title of Master of the Six Arts, but in her previous life, she only knew one.

That was Ji Jiashu's father, Ji Mo, the Imperial Teacher of Southern Chu, who finally won the title of Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Ah Mo, he doesn't know what's going on, but he doesn't want to dance that dance anymore after he got the title," the woman's smiling voice rang in Ying Baoyue's ear.

Ji Mo once danced around the world when he was a teenager. The earliest memory of Ying Baoyue's life is still the scene of that young man in white clothes dancing in the sun, but I don't know when it started. The boy put on black clothes and never danced this dance again.

Donghuang Taiyi himself stopped dancing, so naturally no one dared to touch this Nine Songs anymore.

But everyone did not expect that after more than ten years, this dusty piece of music would appear in front of everyone again, under the bright sunlight.

However, the Donghuang Taiyi danced by Ji Jiashu is not the Donghuang Taiyi in the memory of the old people.

"This song seems to be different."

On the examiner's high platform, a middle-aged man's deep voice suddenly sounded from behind Dongfang Yi.

Dongfang Yi suddenly turned her head and looked at the man in the cloak, "Your Majesty, didn't you say you won't be here today?"

Zhao Muren sounded the secret, and said lightly, "That's an excuse to perfunctory those old ministers, don't reveal my identity."

It was only last night that the three divisions had a joint trial. He came to enjoy the singing and dancing today, and he would definitely be annoyed to death by the censor's excerpts. So Zhao Muren simply disguised himself as a guard and appeared on the examiner's high platform, although he knew that Dongfang Yi had I found him, but I didn't make a sound out of concern for his face.

"Ji Mo gave birth to a son who doesn't look like him." Zhao Muren stared at the young dancing figure on the stage, "Is this the re-arranged Nine Songs Donghuang Taiyi?"

"That's right," Dongfang Yi took a deep breath, and the old man clapped his hands slowly when he heard the passionate sound of the piano amidst the gloomy drumbeat in his ears, "It's a very good improvement."

Even he didn't even think that Donghuang Taiyi could change into this appearance.

If Ji Mo's dance could see the grandeur and solemnity in the sadness, then Ji Jiashu's dance can make people see hope in the sadness.

Like a flower blooming on the ruins, the boy's long sword brushed past, but there was hope for the rebirth of all things in the chill.

Dongfang Yi watched the teenagers advancing and retreating on the stage. Ji Jiashu was already dancing faster and faster, and the sound of the piano reached the sky.

"It's so beautiful," he whispered slowly, "Ji Mo danced the first half of the dance back then, but his son danced the second half."

"Hui delicacies are steamed and orchids are borrowed, Mogui wine is served with pepper paste, drums are raised and drums are played, and festivals are relaxed and sung."

The old man beat the rhythm slowly, staring at the Shengyang in the sky.

"It's really like spring."

The young man's handsome face was shining brightly under the sunlight, and the sword dance entered the second half, his body became more and more light and agile, and the colorful colors seemed to bloom in an instant, and the sound of the piano in everyone's ears became more and more high-pitched, faster and faster ,faster and faster.

"Not good." At this moment, Dongfang Yi's pupils shrank slightly upon sensing a pause.

Everyone was mesmerized, but the luthier in the music shed was crazy. But the next moment, after a burst of sharp singing, the music suddenly stopped.

With a snap, a string broke, and the luthier in the music booth spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Oops!" Chen Zichu said in astonishment, "No one can keep up with Jiashu!"

He used to watch Ji Jiashu having fun, but Chen Zichu's eyes were a little dazed, and that was that no one could catch up with Ji Jiashu's rhythm.

But I didn't expect that at such a critical moment, the pianist couldn't continue playing.

The practitioners under the stage also looked at each other in dismay. In the blank space of the music, Ji Jiashu's figure on the stage froze, and slightly clenched the hilt of his sword.

"This……"

However, at this moment, a figure stepped onto the high platform and walked to the side of the luthier.

"Wait, when did she run up?"

"Isn't that the former Qin princess?"

Ying Baoyue walked up to the luthier, stretched out her hand to him, and spoke softly.

"Give way, let me come."

　"Auspicious days are good for Chen Liang, Mu Jiang is happy for the emperor, stroking the long sword is for Yu Er, and singing is for Lin Lang. Sweet food is steamed for orchids, Mo Gui wine is for pepper paste, swaying is for drums, and the festival is for safety. Song." -- "Nine Songs·Eastern Emperor Taiyi"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)