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Chapter 720: Suona is the King of Musical Instruments

Concerts are usually meant to be listened to quietly, but at this moment, the applause, cheers, and screams in the Lantern City Philharmonic Hall were rising one after another. Everyone was shouting Wang Xuan's name.

The song "Butterfly Lovers" ignited the emotions of all the audience.

"Look, this is my master, this is my master Mr. Wang Xuan. His piano attainments have reached the pinnacle. He is like a god in piano composition, and he can compose world-famous songs with ease." Polig said excitedly to his piano genius friend beside him.

"Is this Mr. Wang Xuan? Is this the Chinese pianist who became world-renowned and recognized by the top ten international pianists with just three pieces of music? He is truly amazing!"

"That's amazing! China has produced an amazing pianist."

“I wonder what this song is called?”

In fact, compared to these foreign audiences, the most excited ones are the Chinese audiences. The audiences at the scene were a little restrained, but all the audiences in front of the TV were simply crazy.

The internet is going crazy.

"66666!"

"Invincible!"

"As expected of Wang Xuan, he is still killing people even when he is abroad."

"Sure enough, Wang Xuan never lets us down! Let's see if those foreigners dare to look down on our Chinese music in the future."

"Wang Xuan YYDS!"

Back at the Lantern City concert, after Wang Xuan finished his performance, he bowed slightly to the audience, then looked at Delis: "How is it?"

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Delis didn't want to talk.

What else can I do? I was killed instantly!

"What's the name of this song?" But she still asked curiously, and asked the question that everyone wanted to know.

"The Butterfly Lovers."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Chinese audiences became excited again.

"'Butterfly Lovers'? Oh my god! It's actually 'Butterfly Lovers'!"

"No wonder I felt familiar with this piece of music when I heard it just now. It turned out to be The Butterfly Lovers."

"It turns out that China also has world-class music. It turns out that China's famous songs can also be performed well on the international music stage. I've learned a lot."

"Wang Xuan should participate in more international concerts to let foreigners see our Chinese music and also increase the confidence of domestic music students."

"Why is it called "Butterfly Lovers"? " asked Delis.

"Liang is Liang Shanbo's Liang, and Zhu is Zhu Yingtai's Zhu. This is one of the four great love stories in Chinese folklore. According to legend, during the Western Jin Dynasty in China, a young student named Liang Shanbo left home to study. On the way, he met a student dressed as a man named Zhu Yingtai. The two hit it off and shared similar interests. They became sworn brothers at Caoqiao and later went to study at Hongluoshan Academy together. In the academy, the two spent day and night together and their feelings deepened. Three years later, Yingtai returned home, and Shanbo saw her off for eighteen miles. The two reluctantly said goodbye. Shanbo, with the guidance of his teacher's wife, took the butterfly jade fan pendant left by Yingtai to the Zhu family to propose marriage, but was rejected. In the conservative era, the two lovers were separated.

After returning home, Zhu Yingtai was filled with grief and anger, and fell ill and died. Yingtai was heartbroken when she heard that Shanbo had died for her. Soon, the Ma family came to marry her, and Yingtai was forced to get on the sedan chair in anger. The sedan chair took a detour to Liang Shanbo's tomb, and Yingtai insisted on getting off the sedan chair, crying and worshiping the dead. She died of excessive grief and was later buried on the east side of Shanbo's tomb.

But the love between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai was so touching that it moved the heaven and earth! The two turned into colorful butterflies and fluttered in the colorful and free sky. Wherever they passed, flowers bloomed. The Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai story is about Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. The song is divided into four parts: acquaintance, love, resistance to marriage, and transformation into butterflies. It has been circulated among the people for more than 1,700 years. It is well-known and has been passed down for a long time. It is known as the eternal masterpiece of love.

As Su Hao continued to tell the story, the audience became even more moved.

"Wow, this story is also sad, right?"

"My feeling is correct. The story in this song is completely comparable to Romeo and Juliet."

"It turns out that China also has such a tragic love story."

After the audience's reaction calmed down, Su Hao looked at Delis again.

"I lost! Mr. Wang Xuan, I apologize for my previous rudeness to you. Your piano skills are indeed superb and you deserve the title of the top ten international pianists. I admire your piano skills, but you said that I play the piano and you play the guzheng, and you are bullying me. I cannot agree with this. The piano is the king of musical instruments and is by no means comparable to the so-called Chinese guzheng." Delis said.

"Wrong! The piano has never been the king of musical instruments. If we talk about the king of musical instruments, it must be the traditional Chinese musical instrument suona!" said Wang Xuan.

As soon as this statement came out, the scene was in an uproar.

“Impossible! How can the piano not be the king of musical instruments?”

"Isn't it funny? What is a suona? You've never heard of it, but you say it's the king of musical instruments?"

"Although you are Mr. Wang Xuan, I don't agree with this!"

However, Chinese audiences agree with this.

"These foreigners are so ignorant! The piano is the king of musical instruments? That's ridiculous!"

"In front of the suona, the so-called king of musical instruments will be turned into ashes in seconds!"

"Let the suona and piano play together. If the suona is at full power and I can hear the piano, I lose!"

"If we expand the scope a little, let alone the piano, all other Western musical instruments combined will be crushed into pieces in seconds in front of the suona! These foreigners really don't know what a rogue instrument is!"

"Mr. Wang Xuan, is this suona you mentioned really that great?" At this moment, Randall spoke up. "Of course. I know that many people will not accept my words. Let's put it this way. Our Chinese Orchestra will stay in the City of Lights for two or three days. During these two or three days, you can choose any time, any song, any instrument, even a combination of instruments, and I will use the suona to have a musical collision with you alone." Wang Xuan said.

After these words were spoken, there was an uproar at the scene again.

"Too arrogant!"

"I admit that Mr. Wang Xuan is great at music, but he is too arrogant! He actually said that he wanted the suona to challenge all the Western instruments alone, and he wanted to challenge their entire team alone!"

“Is that suona really that great?”

Many people were not convinced anyway. A well-known musician immediately stood up and said, "Okay! Then tomorrow morning, our Bandari Music Group will have a musical contest with you!"

"No problem! Anything else? Let's just make an appointment together!" Wang Xuan said.

"We in the Philharmonic Orchestra also want to hear the suona you mentioned!" someone else said.

"No problem, any more?"

After Wang Xuan finished speaking, representatives from two or three other orchestras stood up and wanted to compete with Wang Xuan.

In this regard, Wang Xuan accepted all offers.

Regardless of whether Wang Xuan was arrogant or not, his domineering attitude alone impressed many foreigners. As for the domestic audience, their blood was boiling at this moment.

"It's awesome!"

"Familiar recipe, familiar taste. When Wang Xuan was at the National Center for Chinese Opera, he also said that anyone who disagreed with him could challenge him on stage, regardless of the type of music or instrument. The difference is that before he said it to domestic musicians, but now he says it to foreign musicians."

"How domineering! He is the best in the world at home, and he still strikes hard against the outside world!"

"It's time for foreigners to accept the beating from China's top musicians."

"It's great to hear that Wang Xuan is finally going abroad!"

"Just wait for Wang Xuan to beat up these foreign bands tomorrow."

None of the Chinese audience, including the Chinese musicians on the scene, worried that Wang Xuan would not be able to control the situation.

No, that's Wang Xuan! Since Wang Xuan debuted, who the hell has ever seen Wang Xuan fail? Not once! This guy is like a god. What is there to worry about?

"No one has challenged me to a duel, right? Then let's get back to the topic." Wang Xuan said, looking at Delis again, "I said you play the piano and I play the guzheng, I was bullying you, but you didn't believe me and thought the guzheng couldn't be compared with the piano, so now I'll let you see for yourself."

After that, the lights on the stage dimmed. A staff member came up and carried the piano down. Then someone else carried an exquisite guzheng to the center of the stage.

When the stage lights slowly lit up and focused on the center of the stage again, Wang Xuan had already changed into a carefully tailored Chinese costume and sat down in front of the guzheng.

The entire concert hall fell silent in an instant, and everyone held their breath, waiting for that moment to come.

Of course, even at this time, many viewers still have doubts and indifference towards the guzheng, a traditional Chinese musical instrument.

In their inherent concept, Western symphony instruments seem to be able to bring a grand and moving musical experience, but they know very little about the Guzheng, and even think it is difficult for it to make a splash on such an international stage.

However, when Wang Xuan's fingers gently touched the strings, the first note was like a shining star across the silent night sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention. The crisp and powerful sound seemed like a call from ancient times, breaking the doubts in the audience's hearts.

Wang Xuan's hands gently touched the ancient and mysterious guzheng, his eyes full of concentration and affection, as if what he saw was not a musical instrument, but a long-lost friend. His fingers gently fell, and the melody of "Overlord" was like a powerful torrent, instantly breaking through the silence.

Yes, Wang Xuan was playing the song "Ba Wang". Perhaps many people are unfamiliar with the name "Ba Wang", but they must be familiar with another name, that is, "A Man Should Be Self-reliant".

The song "Ba Wang" is the accompaniment of the song "A Man Should Be Self-reliant".

The song "Ba Wang" carries a profound cultural heritage and passionate emotions, and Wang Xuan's interpretation on the guzheng gives it a new life.

His performance unfolded like a magnificent painting. The first note sounded like a morning bell, clear and powerful, like a cock crowing before dawn, awakening the sleeping earth and breaking the tranquility of the night.

His right little finger plucked the strings, producing a solid and powerful sound, setting a firm tone for the whole piece. His fingers jumped quickly on the strings, like a nimble dancer, and a series of notes poured out like a torrential rain, with a majestic momentum that made people feel as if they were seeing a spectacular scene of thousands of troops galloping past.

In the audience, a man who was absent-minded at first could not help but straighten his back, staring at Wang Xuan on the stage with his mouth slightly open, as if he was shocked by the sudden strong melody. In a trance, he seemed to be on the battlefield, killing enemies, moving forward bravely and fearlessly, showing his true manliness.

The song "Overlord" is definitely one of the most exciting songs in the history of music. Just a melody and a note can make a person feel shocked, as if he were injected with chicken blood.

  Especially the climax!

Just like the lyrics of the song "A Man Should Be Self-reliant", the climax of "Ba Wang" can really make people feel brave and fearless. They really feel that they can turn the tide, kill enemies on the battlefield, and make achievements. It is not impossible to create the world like Pangu.

Wang Xuan used both hands, pressing and sliding the strings with his left hand to create strong pitch changes, the sound was like a cry of grief and anger, and also like an impassioned oath. His right hand quickly shook his fingers to create a surging sound wave, making people feel as if they were in a storm, but still bravely moving forward. His body swayed slightly with the rhythm of the music, and he devoted himself to the performance, and every subtle movement was perfectly integrated with the music.

At this moment, a young girl in the corner of the back row tightly held the hand of her boyfriend beside her. Her breathing became rapid and her heartbeat accelerated with the rhythm of the music.

In the lyrical passages, Wang Xuan's playing becomes gentle and delicate. He gently rubs the strings with his index finger, and the sound is like a breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples. The rubbing of the strings with his middle finger fills the notes with emotional warmth, like a whisper from deep in the heart, telling of the loneliness and persistence on the road to self-improvement. Every glissando is just right, like a cry or a complaint, which can't help but move people.

A musician in the front row, who was originally sitting with his arms folded, unconsciously put down his arms, leaned forward slightly, with an intoxicated look on his face. He nodded gently from time to time, expressing his sincere appreciation for Wang Xuan's playing skills and emotional expression.

The audience was completely immersed in this exciting melody, and their expressions changed with the ups and downs of the music. An old man in the front row, his originally tense face gradually relaxed, and the wrinkles on his weathered face seemed to be smoothed by the music at this moment. There were tears of excitement in his eyes, and those tears seemed to reflect his youthful years, those days full of passion and dreams. He nodded slightly to the rhythm, and his hands unconsciously beat the beat. His slightly trembling hands seemed to tell the surging of his heart.

The young people in the back row widened their eyes and leaned forward, as if they wanted to feel the charm of the music more closely. Their faces flushed, and their eyes were full of admiration for Wang Xuan's skills and love for music. They kept praising him, and their eager words were drowned out by the music, but from their lip shapes, it could be seen that they were giving Wang Xuan the highest praise.

Many audience members closed their eyes and listened attentively to every note. Their brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, as if they were brought into a world full of lofty sentiments and aspirations by the music. They couldn't help but hum along, and their slightly opening and closing lips and rising and falling chests revealed their inner resonance. A lady tightly grasped her handkerchief, tears sliding down her cheeks, but she was unaware. Her thoughts may have drifted far away, blending with the self-improvement melody, recalling the hard journey she had once fought for her ideals.