Punch: From third-rate anchor to top chef

Chapter 514.

Li Xiao walked up to the old gentleman wearing a bowler hat, and asked respectfully:

"Mister, I want to borrow your pipa, can I?"

The old man showed worry on his face, but in order not to put more pressure on Li Xiao, he immediately smiled:

"Okay, this is the red tail, you can use it, don't feel pressure, just do your best."

Although he said his best.

But I don't really like it at all.

As an amateur player who has played an instrument all his life.

Although one is Han music and the other is Western music.

But by analogy, even if you don't know how to play, it's still very simple to hear good or bad.

The other party's performance just now completely crushed people like myself.

Although, he didn't know the level of the kid in front of him, but at most he was better than old men like himself.

The two are not comparable at all.

Originally, if you lose, you lose, but it's about face, but now it's really embarrassing.

He sighed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Li Xiao gently took the pipa handed out by the old man, comfortingly said:
"Is it called Red Tail? It's a good name, thank you old man."

"I have confidence, don't worry."

His fingers gently plucked the strings of the lute.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the tone of the five-stringed pipa.

When he felt watching the shadow puppet show, he felt that there was something wrong with the timbre of the pipa.

Now as soon as I started, I immediately found something was wrong.

The string is too loose, put your finger on the peg, twist it slightly, and then pluck the string again.

The master of the pipa wearing a dome hat was startled suddenly when he heard the completely different timbre of his own pipa.

I have been with this red-tailed pipa for six or seven years, although this piano is not a peerless piano.

However, after many years of running-in, he thought he had completely grasped this piano.

However, this boy who has never met before him can only slightly twist the tone of the red-tailed pipa to a higher level?
However, someone immediately yelled:
"Hey, hey, that boy from the Han Kingdom over there, the competition has started, why are you still dawdling?"

"Isn't it because you're afraid? If you're afraid, just admit defeat and don't lose..."

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone reaching out.

The one who interrupted him was none other than Mackintosh Donna, who had just finished her performance.

The original contempt and disdain on McIntosh Donna's face had completely disappeared.

Instead, he looked cautious.

No tricks were used, just adjusting the axle back and forth.

The timbre of the pipa is completely different.

Anyone who understands music knows that those who can play the piano are not necessarily good.

But the person who can tune the piano must be very good.

Because people who can tune the piano have a better grasp of timbre and intonation than most people who can play the piano.

is a master.

But she wasn't overly nervous, she would do things like tuning the piano.

Especially for this kind of backward and old-fashioned Han ancient musical instrument, the difficulty of debugging is quite low.

But he didn't believe that if a truly capable person would not choose to be an elegant music anchor, he would choose to become a lower-level food anchor.

Then it proves from the side that, in fact, this person's musical level is just like that.

Li Xiao didn't waste much time on debugging.

Soon he took the pipa called red tail and came to the stage.

Bowing slightly to the audience and the judges, he said softly:
"Dahan classical music [House of Flying Daggers], please appreciate it."

Li Xiao sat on the chair in the center of the stage.

Hearing the piece that Li Xiao was about to play, more than 40 viewers in the live broadcast were shocked.

"No way, no way, the anchor's song is a difficult song with a full level of 10?"

"Is level 10 difficult? I remember correctly, the Western Cowboy just now is also a full level of level 10."

"The levels of modern music and classical music are different. Normally, classical music is a little more difficult. It is automatically raised to a level, which means that this piece is an 11th level piece."

"I remember the anchor performed last time, but why is the guitar replaced by a pipa this time?"

"House of Flying Daggers is known as one of the most difficult classical pieces to play, the anchor is too strong!"

"Come on! What western cowboys are all chickens and dogs!"

"The anchor must win!"

"Yes, we can't let these foreigners make fun of us in Han Country!"

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Hearing the piece he was about to perform, Professor Huo frowned deeply.

This piece is so difficult that even graduates from the music department of Chengdu University can play it well.

Is this guy named Li Xiao really capable, or is he trying to make a splash, just for the effect of the live broadcast?
If it's the latter, then she will never let him go.

In front of so many people, treat the face of the Han Kingdom as a trifling matter.

Even if such a person finds a relationship, his account must be blocked.

Li Xiao closed the corners of his eyes and took a deep breath.

When the turbid air in his heart was exhaled, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes immediately became sharp.

thump thump thump thump thump thump thump...
The sound of the pipa sounded, like the sound of war drums before the expedition, and everyone shouted.

The music becomes faster and faster, and the frequency of the plucked strings also changes from slow to fast.

Professor Huo's eyes widened suddenly, and the faces of the other associate professors also became very exciting. They seemed to be unable to believe their ears, and immediately looked at each other.

Flying Daggers is divided into 13 sections.

They are:
[-]. List camp;
Two, blowing;
Three, point will;
Fourth, line up;
[-]. Go in line;
[-]. Ambush;
[-]. Small battle at Jiming Mountain;

Eight, Jiulishan Battle;

[-]. King Xiang was defeated;
[-]. Wujiang slays himself;
Eleven, all the armies played triumphantly;
[-]. The generals compete for merit;
Thirteen. Return to Camp in Victory

And these thirteen paragraphs are divided into four parts: starting, inheriting, turning, and combining.

Among them, the most difficult one is the final transfer and reunion.

These two parts are the most exciting.

Yet what did they hear?
Just the first short section of the array made them feel like their hairs were bursting.

McIntosh Donna, who had a calm face and was chatting with her companion in a low voice, suddenly narrowed her pupils.

She swallowed hard, and turned her head in disbelief to look at the man holding the red lute in the middle of the stage.

Sweeping, wheeling, picking, stretching, vibrating the strings.

All kinds of pipa fingerings are perfect, and she can't hear any flaws at all.

The rhythm of succession, succession, and reunification is mastered naturally, without a trace of muddy water, and without a trace of abruptness.

If you insist on describing it, then you can only say that it is a storm with exquisite rhythm.

The wind and sand roll in the string, and the battalion is dialed with a finger, and the soldiers march out of the fortress with a sound.

Buckle the bow and brush the rope, and chant the iron horse galloping.

The phoenix-tailed dragon elephant picks the spot, the thunder rolls and the golden drums sound together.

The sandalwood waist is gathered, the red teeth are chattering, and the arrow feathers sweep the green front.

Suddenly listening, weeping, the sound is finely tuned, and the music induces sadness.

It seems to break the soft intestines and break the ice in the heart.

Recalling the old songs of heroes, the language of pipa, and the sad feelings through the ages.

On the orchid stage, Fengming Luan plays, inheriting the legacy of Daya.

(End of this chapter)